When Master says good night to me on Sunday night, He adds.... have a sweet dream about maintenance tomorrow...or maybe you won't think about that spanking at all. Yes, his grin is a mile wide...he knows what I will be thinking about as I fall asleep, and as soon as I stir in the morning.
Monday does indeed find me kneeling naked, Master re-claiming me. Playing gently with my breast, until we can both feel the spark. He then invites me over His lap, and asks if we should start with a hand warm-up this week? (Last week, he started with the paddle, then his hand. That was a frist...and as far as I am concerned, hopefully a last.) Once I confirm that yes, His hand should come first, He starts in with a wonderfully relaxing hand warm-up.
Too soon, I hear, time for the real spanking to start. These are hard from the git-go, and it does not take me long to start being vocal about it. Four sets of 25, with a break for some rubbing between each set, but each set is harder to get through. Finally the last set is finished, and Master asks me if I need a break...meaning getting on knees and enjoying His scent, feel, and taste.
I do need a break, and my sore bottom is soon secondary, to my new task, concentrating on Master and his cock. Master annouces break time is over, helps me up, and says He feels like a good caning. It is a good thing my bottom is still sore, because every instinct in me is to say...good, let me know how it feels on You. `
Master tells me to stand, hands behing my head. One of my least favorite positions...it takes concentration not to move and to keep my hands in that position. He starts with a set....12, since this is the cane...of fairly light ones.Even fairly light ones, hurt. He stops to see if any stripes are visible....just barely.
Master announces next set, harder ones. After a few, I let my hands down and step away. It surprises us both, since I have not moved out of position in a long time. He tells me to get in position, then tells me to put my hands out in front of me. I take a deep breath and do, and get 1 swat across them. I shake them out and put them back, He tells me to get back in position for the caning, but that I can move up agains the sofa so my legs are agains the sofa. This will help me stay in place for the next two sets.
This time when Master checks for stripes, he does have some to trace with his fingers. He loves seeing my bottom striped, and I like the fact that they last for bit....the best thing about a caning, in my opinion. Once Master has traced the stripes, He announces that it is time, for a little fun. I would dispute the little...but it sure was fun, needing several permissions and some wonderful snuggling.
have a good week all....