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Date Posted: 11:02:40 11/18/14 Tue
In reply to:
Wondering
's message, "Re: Finished making a paddle" on 10:01:44 11/18/14 Tue
Thank you, Wondering, for your faith in my and Alfred for your tender concern for my ass!
Ms Gertrude, on the Female Superiority forum, prays for me to spanked! She hoped I'd get a polka dot pattern. http://www.voy.com/242785/188.html (check out the rest of the forum. It's getting interesting, particularly the diaper position thread Sneakfish started.
Here's my report:
Yesterday morning, I gave the paddle a final sanding with 400 grit paper. I enjoyed a special feeling of reverence as I held it, knowing a woman I adore would soon use it to chastise me.
I presented Mistress Livia with the maple paddle last night. Pleased, she looked it over, and, as a demanding Mistress will, found a slightly rough spot where the stain hadn't been as well sanded.
She put the paddle aside for the moment. She and I have a contract to encourage me to write daily. She very carefully reviewed the record I kept of my writing and of the sexual pleasure I tracked as my reward. She very carefully read every word of the contract, we made a few corrections and initialed them, then signed the contract. I take my writing and the contract seriously and so does she. It would stand up in court - I have paralegal training. We signed our real names. Mistress is entitled to the text of the contract and to all records made (as distinct from the writings) under the contract.
Mistress had me strip to my lingerie and bound my hands in a criss-cross pattern in a long satin sash. I got on all fours on the bed. She gave me an excellent handspanking that stung through my panties, then a light cropping, which was particularly memorable on the insides of my thighs.
Next, the paddle. It's...um...very effective. Light, but unyielding. Stings like the Dickens. I gasped and cried out. Under its impetus, my body rocked forward and twisted at the waiste, a new reaction for me.
http://s26.postimg.org/bf3nglqbt/Paddle.jpg
"Wow, that paddle hurts!" I said, stating an evident fact, not complaining.
"I see, and I'm not even swinging that hard."
"No, you're not," I agreed.
A few more smacks and she tugged down my panties. Whap, whap, whap. As I suspected, the lacy panties had offered no significant protection. My thighs really felt the sting.
http://s26.postimg.org/53yg06p3d/Thigh.jpg
"Did I make any polka dots?" See her glee when she found some.
http://s26.postimg.org/kbefkjgy1/Glee.jpg
The spanking ended soon afterwards. "How would you like to end the session?" she asked.
"I'd like nothing better than to worship you, Mistress," I said sincerly, eyeing her in her cute schoolgirl plaid skirt. "Looks like the student spanking her professor.
Soon, I sucked on each of her toes and points north until she said, "Enough." She kissed me.
We got dressed and I drove her to a bar near the shared dungeon where she meets clients. We drank a very tart Belgian style beer - more of a cider.
The guy was late. Mistress called and texted without a response until he was 35 minutes late. "Sorry, on my way now" was all he said. Mistress demanded a $50 cancellation fee and he didn't respond.
That's no way to treat anyone. Mistress said it doesn't happen to her very often. It shouldn't; She's busy and sometimes it's hard to get an appointment with her.
MM
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