I am back from my family time....i always miss Master, usually more than i anticipate i will. One night, i was focusing on different parts of Master trying to decide which i missed the most.....near the top of the list.....His hands....
He is good in many ways with his hands...He works on cars, can do electrical work, plumbing, remodeling......and i admire all of those. But mostly i love His hands....when he holds mine in His, when He warms my bottom with his hands, when He gives me a wonderfully relaxing massage, when He grabs my hair, or brings me to the edge of an orgasm, when He cradles my face with them, when He gently circles and touches my nipples, sending sparks through me...and yes even when He moves on to pinching and pulling them. There is one use that i never look forward to, altho Master would be quick to tell you, i react most favorably and loudly to this use...fisting.
A couple days before i returned home, Master told me, He had been thinking about using His hand...i somehow knew immediately He meant fisting. I told Him that always made me nervous....He said not many things make me nervous, i assured Him this did. The subject was dropped...until today.
Master said we had maintenance spankings to catch up on.....in the plural. I assured Him that was not necessary....He insisted. During my naked kneeling, Master asked if i remembered what else He had promised me when i returned, i nodded. He told me not to be so enthusiastic, and that at least a part of me was probably looking forward to it...i told Him no, no part of me.
Time for maintenance, i went over His lap. A much too short ( in my opinion, always too short) hand warm-up, and then the small wooden maintenance paddle. It's been almost 2 weeks since my last spanking, i was squirming from the very first swats. Master gave me 4 sets of 25...each set a bit harder, it took until the last set, before i settled in, and 'accepted'. Master checked and announced that part of me was enjoying the return of maintenance.
He reminded me that we had missed 2 sessions, and said i could have a break if i wanted one, between the spankings.
I was up and kneeling between His knees, quickly, thinking just maybe, i could distract Him from round two. He did enjoy our break, but announced it was time for round 2. This time He decided on 2 sets of 50....the last 10 being the hardest. The first spanking had warmed up my bottom, and although this second round was harder, i was much calmer. Master checked again, and used His wonderful hands to bring me close, so that i was dripping. He stopped and told me to get on all fours, legs apart, back arched ready for His hand.
I obeyed, and He started with one finger, making sure i stayed wet and ready, then 2....talking me through the process letting me know what progress He was making. I kept breathing slowly, until I could feel Him fill me, and then went to panting, as He stimulated me...telling me not to cum since that would mean i was enjoying myself. Of course, He soon had me at the point of no return, and begging for a permission...several were granted, as i yelled and exploded....over and over. That feeling of being filled by His hand, totally controlled by His hand, losing control because of His hand.......that sensation is like no other.
Master pulls out, and i lay down, He joins me, and brings me into my safe place, snuggled in His hairy chest, under his chin, completely wrapped in His arms.
Once i am up and about again, we are chatting as i reach for my clothes and put on my bra....once it is on He looks at me and says....you are getting dressed? I stop and think well, yes....He says have you asked for permission? I honestly forgot.....when we were first starting down this road, asking to get dressed was one of my first rules...one that i saw no reason to have. Finally one day He said He would no longer remind me, i needed to ask before getting dressed...which i thought was crazy. The next time i was naked, and i got up and reached for something to put on, He pulled me over His knee and spanked me. He let me up, and i reached to get dressed....He repeated the spanking, let me up....and i still just reached for something to put on. He reached into His bag and before i knew it I was back over His knee and getting paddled. After the second paddling, He reminded me that He could paddle my bottom for a long longer than i could be stubborn....it only took one more round of going over His knee again for Him to convince me. I learned to ask for permission to get dressed. Today was the first time i forgot in a long time.....He told me to bend over and He paddled my bottom twice....as a reminder....and we both laugh as we remembered how i had tried to out-stubborn Him..... back when i had not yet realized... i had met someone who could out-stubborn me.
His hands......how i love His hands....