"Finally Friday," I think happily to myself as I walk out of work. Not just for the obvious reasons either.
My lover and I have a somewhat unorthodox relationship. In everyday life, we are like most couples. Decisions are discussed and made mutually. We have a partnership based on love, respect and trust.
However, it's a little different in the bedroom. He is my Dom, I am his sub. And Friday night is
Maintenance Spanking night. It sets the tone for the weekend ahead. It lets both of us release the work week stress, anxiety and frustration, and move into the weekend in the mindset for our sexual explorations. It reaffirms his dominance, his care and love. It is vastly different than a disciplinary spanking. It still hurts, but in a less intense way, and I always feel relaxed and happy after.
I drive home thinking of what's ahead. Spanking always starts with a temperature taking. I have a love/hate relationship with that thermometer. And he knows it. He knows the embarrassment and powerlessness I feel in certain acts between us. Putting me in those positions always turns us both on. After checking my temperature to both embarrass me and to make sure I'm healthy enough for whatever he has planned for the weekend, the spanking begins. It starts firmly and becomes harder. I usually end up in tears, which I find oddly cleansing. After that, he may cuddle me and tell me I'm his good girl. Other times because I'm already over his lap, his fingers will explore. It all depends on our moods.
I pull into the driveway and feel that tightening low in my stomach of anticipation and desire. I walk into the house and find my Dom sitting on the couch, in conversation with another man sitting in one of the side chairs. I'm a little thrown, because we both know what happens on Friday night.
My Dom introduces me as I come in, and says that Mike is someone he recently met and it turns out they have many of the same interests. Mike is about our age, perhaps a few years younger, and seems nice. I sit next to my Dom on the couch while they continue chatting. After a few minutes he casually turns to me and tells me to go get the Vaseline and the thermometer. I freeze, and stare at him, with ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME all over my face. He stares back, his mouth tightening slightly at my non compliance. An eyebrow raises, the unspoken Dom signal for "you will be punished for this later."
I get up and walk to the bathroom. I'm worried he is actually going to do this in front of a stranger. My stomach is in knots, although the exhibitionist in me is a little excited.
I gather the requested items and return to the living room. He motions me across his lap. I hesitate for a moment, looking at Mike. He looks back calmly, expectantly. I sigh and lay across my Dom's lap. He pulls my skirt up and lowers my black lace panties to below my cheeks. I hear the Vaseline jar being unscrewed, which always makes my stomach do a slow flip flop. He shakes the thermometer down, then dips it into the Vaseline, then parts my cheeks with 2 fingers before gently sliding the thermometer into my ass. I. Am. Mortified.
They continue to chat for the mandatory 5 minutes for the thermometer to register. I have all kinds of thoughts running thru my mind. He has threatened to sell me to other men for the night, something I am very opposed to. Or is Mike going to join us in bed? I'm worrying over what comes next, all while being very aware of being draped over his lap while a stranger watches this embarrassing ritual.
My Dom pulls the thermometer from my ass, and holds me in place with a hand on the small of my back as he looks at the reading. He sets the small rod aside without a word, and begins to spank me, catching me off guard. Firm strokes of his hand, alternating between cheeks, keeping a steady pace. I am determined not to cry in front of this other man, but my Dom is giving a very methodical and thorough spanking. I'm wiggling slightly on his lap, using all my will to keep my hands down and not trying to protect my bottom.
My Dom slows and then stops, hand again on my back to keep me in place.
"I'm sure you are curious as to why Mike is being allowed to take part in our Friday night ritual," he says, conversationally. As if it's a normal thing to have this conversation half naked and dying of embarrassment.
"Mike has met a lovely young woman. A little feisty and headstrong, but he senses a submissive side to her. It has brought a more dominant side of him out. He wishes to explore this side of his sexuality. And he was looking for guidance. He doesn't want to hurt her emotionally or physically. We've had long discussions about the emotional and psychological sides of a D/s relationship over the past few weeks. I thought he might enjoy seeing how the physical can play out. And of course, try a few things out for himself."
I stiffen under his hand, a myriad of emotions rushing thru me. I'm a little afraid, a lot outraged, yet also excited and intrigued. I notice nowhere were the words "if that's ok with you," used. This is the part of being his sub I struggle with. The ownership. I like it in many ways, but he reminds me often that unless I invoke the safe word, there will be times I do things strictly for his enjoyment and to reinforce the dynamic between us.
He turns to Mike. "I've explained our Friday night ritual, the difference between maintenance spanking and discipline/punishment. Starting with the temperature feeds one of her kinks, but also reinforces her helplessness under my hands. It sets the tone for what's to come. It's also a good way to introduce anal dominance to your sub. To let her know that no part of her body is too private, or off limits to her Dom. My little whore loves anal penetration, I am quite fortunate. She also finds many part of it humiliating and embarrassing. Also fortunate for me, because that just heightens my enjoyment."
He takes his hand from my back and helps me stand. I'm relieved, the spanking was a fraction of what it normally is.
"Remove the skirt and panties."
I feel my face redden as I step out of my clothing. I watch as he cleans the thermometer with a tissue. He glances at me.
"Across his lap."
No. No no no I'm screaming inside.
"Now." I hear the edge in his voice and move to Mike. He helps me lay across his legs, bottom lifted and exposed.
"I recommend starting all spankings with a temperature taking. If it's maintenance, it is a signal of caring, of taking care of her in all ways. It also puts her in a submissive frame of mind. A reminder subconsciously of having to submit to an authority figure in similar circumstances as in childhood...a parent or pediatrician; a reminder of both the lack of control she had in that situation as well as the fact it was part of taking care of her health and well being.
