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nankingdecade:

My favorite impact tool is the cane.

She hates it.

So I’m having fun at Sir’s or something.

Hmph.

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“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.” – Waitress.

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Sweetheart is always trying to be a little helping hand around the house. Bless her heart.

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Tonight was just practice. At the real event, she’ll be trading the comfort of the mattress for the hard, unforgiving wood of a dinner table.

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This is the lesson I learned today.

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I always think I am getting spanked hard enough for it to leave marks and have it hurt for days. So, I start to get excited about the idea of having to cover up the marks on my thighs when I go to the gym or having to try to hold in a wince when I sit down to dinner with my friends. And it sounds all blushy when the deliverer of the spanking says I’ll think of them whenever I feel the sting throughout the week.

But I’m honestly just a wuss and I never let it get that harsh. It’s all gone in an hour, usually. If not less.

blushingviolet:

Good lord, but this offends my sense of symmetry. Which, of course, as punishments go, makes it perfect.

cleanmoralpolite:

A Bad Girl, photographed by Me. 

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Like a Brisket, Part Three

When we got to Penthouse’s place, we played a game of show and tell.

Craftsmate went first and produced from his bag a series of floggers he had made, including something Penthouse had essentially commissioned him to make. When he took out the flogger he had hit me with, I had to chuckle. That thing and I had a history.

Penthouse showed us this giant leather glove he had been using to essentially flog people with that didn’t hurt very much but made one hell of a noise when it made contact with anything and his new riding crop. However, the highlight of his show and tell had to be this absurd wooden toy sword he had found and bought because he figured it would be good for paddling people with.

Leave it to kinky people, right?

Craftsmate let me try out hitting him with it and Penthouse made some room in his kitchen to allow me a good swing. To play fair, and out of pure curiosity, I turned and allowed Craftsmate to hit me back. 

I shrieked when it made contact with the fabric of my sundress and my rear. It was probably one of the hardest hits I’ve received on the ass from anything. My experience with paddling is fairly slim, so I was walking around the kitchen, holding my ass, and whining for a few minutes after the hit. It stung like crazy.

“Turn around,” I said, “I want to look at my butt.”

I looked over my shoulder and just saw red. With a huff, I told them to turn around. “You’ve seen my butt already anyway,” I cracked before turning and lifting the bottom of my dress once more, “take a look at this.”

Penthouse chuckled, “there’s a line on your butt. That’s kind of awesome.” He looked over the toy sword and smirked.

“Sorry, Ivy,” Craftsmate said, “but, yeah, line on your butt.”

Growing a Pair, Part Three

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The first time he hit me with the flogger, he did it on the front of my thigh and I totally freaked out. Not only had I not expected the thing to hurt that much, but I now had these random reddish lines on my thigh.

“How am I supposed to walk around like this?” I asked.

He shrugged, “it’s fine. It just looks like you scratched yourself.”

Because of how short I am, I had to stand on top of his desk so he could get the right angle going. Being the stubborn girl I can be, I kept wimping out and then pressing him to keep going. At first I would make him stop after two or three swats and I was proud when I got myself up to fifteen in a row with minimal complaint. He was courteous and stopped whenever I asked.

I enjoyed how it felt, but I felt awkward actually enjoying it when it was supposed to be an academic endeavor.

But, my gosh, for all the times I’ve sort of been cocky about flogging when it’s been suggested, I redact it. I probably couldn’t take it to my pussy or my breasts because holy shit ouch.

However, the whole experience was pretty fun, even if I got some awkward looks on the train later that evening. And I’d definitely do it again, but I definitely know I can’t talk as big a game about it as I used to. Hurray for realism.

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So, I got flogged for the first time yesterday.

Right on my thighs.

Here’s a fuzzy webcam pic as evidence. 

(Mind the photoshopping in the bottom left corner. Can’t have all of you seeing my bedroom furniture.)