The Beginning

There are so many wonderful blogs I have read and kept up with that gave me the strength to become comfortable with who I am. I would have liked to follow many from the beginning of the journey and that being the case I thought I should start mine from just that....the beginning. It took me a long time to get here but I am excited for what the future holds.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Watch that tone,....and your knee

If you read on Wednesday you know I was due for maintenance yesterday which I was quite looking forward to. When that maintenance turned into punishment, that quickly changed.

I always wonder how it must feel from the Spankers point of view when they are going to punish but yet up until that point everything is just fine. There is no anger, nothing out of the ordinary,  just two people hanging out doing what they need to do.

Anyway, I knew the time had come when Master got into his seated position and patted his lap. I did not see an implement anywhere and silently wondered if I was getting his hand but did not state anything of the sort. He explained that were were going to try something new and today he wanted me to count to help me focus. He asked if I thought I could do that and I told him I would try. He explained that he had an idea of the number he was going with and that if I did lose count he was starting from 0 so I should remember that while the punishment was happening. 

I took down my pants, climbed over Masters lap and rested my head on the other end of the of the seat. He brought his leg over mine letting me know I was going to be struggling a bit and started rubbing. I still did not see any implement in sight. He spoke to me softly about my tone and let me know he really wanted to see some changes in me, he asked me a few questions and after a while I just wanted to get it over with. As soon as the first hit landed I knew it was that big wooden spoon and although it took my breath away I very clearly stated "1 Sir". I was doing a really good job staying still as long as the contact was made to my buttocks but those really hard hits to thighs make me jump and I am not good at taking them. I beg shamelessly for him to not hit me there to no avail. Even with his leg over mine I got out of position. He stopped to readjust me and then asked me what number we were at and for the life of me I could not remember. I wracked my brain for the number but just was not sure....was it 49 or 59?

59....I took a chance. Yes, I got it right he told me as we resumed with the punishment. I was holding it together until another one of the nasty thigh hits landed hard on the same spot he had hit quite a few times. I jumped and turned violently and with that motioned I kneed him directly in the crotch by accident.Crap! I felt horrible.

Master took a moment to gain his composure (he did it very quickly too) and then finished at the count of 80. I was covered in sweat and breathing rapidly trying to recover. Usually Master makes me get right up, pull up my pants and sit on my bottom so I can really feel the sting but this time he let me lie still for a moment or two. Perhaps he was being kind because he knows how much I hate the spoon.

Then he said, OK baby this is for moving to much and kneeing me in the nuts and with that I received a rapid firing of hand smacks that were so hard and fast there was no way to count. That's when the flood gates opened and I started sobbing.
When all was finished I got dressed and curled myself up in his lap. I thanked him for the punishment as he smoothed my hair, held me in his arms and told me how much he loved me and all felt right with the world.

Master had gone very easy on me, and I was very grateful.

Oh sometimes I am so naive.

Later on that evening Master allowed me to touch him and eventually pleasure him. He reminded me of my little mishap earlier in the day. He kept my my mouth wrapped around him until every muscle in my neck, shoulder and back was killing me, there were indeed time when I just felt like I could not do it anymore. He allowed me to be still every 15 minutes or so as long as I kept him fully in my mouth before he started thrusting my head deep down his shaft signaling me to start again. Yes, I am starting to see the value in being still and I would imagine that was part of the point. I missed my wind down 2 hour TV block (which I usually only get on Thursdays) and my jaw still does not feel quite right today.

Master has told me to plan on spending a lot more time like that as he enjoyed himself immensely. In looking back, I think part of me have as well.
Have a good weekend.


  1. You have a great one also. Hope you don't have too much running around.

  2. Ooh...I guess those extras for the knee to the groin were sort of expected. Accident or not...guys don't seem to take that sort of thing lightly!

  3. First, I loved your post, very, very erotic.

    Second, when I know I have a long scene as a top, I act normal, but my mind is totally focused on the scene. I think about the cute bottom that I am about to turn warm and red. I think about the sub's reaction. Because I know the bottom is emotionally charged by the spanking, my heart beats faster just wondering about aftercare.


  4. I occasionally have to count for punishment, I hate it, it keeps me focused on each spank...and have the same penalty for losing count. Love the second part.....
    hugs abby

  5. Thankfully, Ward does not have me count, I don't think I could, I kind of go inside to a reflective place for correction, and to a floaty-floaty place for erotic and maintenance. Hope you have an awesome weekend, and I'm glad you're feeling better :)

  6. Yeah I can see how knees in his groin got you a few more. Ouch for both of you.

  7. Hope you didn't have to explain about the pain in the jaw.

  8. hi ya

    just to let you know i have nominated you for this blogging award thingy..details on my latest post.



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