It's been a wonderful weekend so far. Christmas party, showering together, early morning sex, and antiquing in some of my favorite shops. And then back to the hotel for brunch. Except we never made it to the restaurant. You surprised me by secretly bringing our BDSM gear. I don't know when you had time to get it all out and ready. We've been together practically every moment. I was so shocked I missed your instruction to strip. It just didn't register. I failed to obey you.
The punishment had been harsher than I expected. You were uncharacteristically hard on me. So now, here we are just starting our brunch date in our hotel room. I already have a bruise on the bottom of my ass which is still worsening. You've secured me to the bed on my back, hands down by my hips being pulled toward the headboard. My head toward the footboard with my knees next to my shoulders. You've bound my feet, soles together, to the footboard too. My heels are above my forehead about a foot and a half away from my head. My ass is raised up slightly off the bed and my ass, inner thighs, back of thighs and pussy are all wide open and presented to you.
As I lay here I look around. I can see everything you are doing and I understand that you want it that way. It's why my head is toward the footboard. I can see each of the 5 implements you are going to beat me with. My punishment came from one of them, your belt. I'm very nervous about getting more from that. The slapper is lightweight and I'm not concerned about it. The flogger is unfamiliar. I wonder when you bought it. It has a gorgeous rather large looking dildo handle. A good foot long. And it has tons of thin purple rubber strands. I've never been whipped by anything like it. Still it doesn't bother me. The red plastic ruler packs a wicked sting. I know I can handle that though. It's the last item though that I can't stop looking at. It's such a simple unassuming thing. Yet I hate it. Well not hate, perhaps a better explanation would be I have a healthy respect for it that solidly crosses over into fear. It's just a kitchen wooden spoon. A nice one made from Olive wood. It has a beautiful well oiled appearance. Staring at it, it's taking every bit of self control I have to not burst into tears.
You've just spent several minutes calming me down. Reassuring me that you won't use full force. That the punishment is over and we are playing now. You have no intention of turning this into a true torture session.
There is a feeling of utter pleasure that is winding through my belly, coming up from my pussy, compliments of you. You have reached over me and are slowly and very gently rubbing one finger up and down my soaking wet slit.
"It's time for you to pick which one you want first. Remember, once we start with each implement, you have to take all ten strokes before we move on to the next."
You wait for me to respond but you keep playing with my slit. I'm having trouble concentrating. The pleasure flourishes through me. Always wanting to try something new, I finally manage to indicate the new flogger.
You pick it up and lightly drag the rubber strings over my body. They tickle a little but mostly feel really nice on my skin. You pull back and whip it down on me. I can see you aren't using much force but I struggle like crazy anyway. You hit me directly on my pussy. I gasp in shock. Oh this... this is going to be one hell of a good day. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just so surprised by it that a little yelp escapes me. Next you target the back of my left thigh. The ends of the strings wrap around and sting my inner thigh. Again not really painful but I'm taken by surprise. I start panting just a little. You chuckle as it becomes clear to you that I'm really liking this new toy. Stroke three is a repeat of number two but on my right thigh. You walk to the side of the bed and lay numbers 4 on my left ass cheek and again the ends of the strings sting further down on the backs of my thighs. You walk slowly to the other side and repeat the stroke on my right cheek and thigh. Then you pull slowly back and they fall all over tickling my thighs, pussy, and along my ass between my cheeks. The next 5 strokes are the same but in reverse. By the time you get back to my pussy I'm moaning in the pleasure over the beautiful mix of the slight pain and slight pleasure. I can feel my own pulse throbbing in my pussy.
"We'll come back to this one." You say as you set the flogger aside. You start gently stroking my wet slit again. "Time to choose again sweetheart, which implement do you want next? Be brave for me, pick a tougher one."
