Wednesday, November 17, 2010

An Equestrian Event


Ron had a special surprise for me last week when we retired to the bedroom for some spanking fun. He had recovered one of our rarely-used implements - the dressage whip - from its hiding place in the closet. I hadn't been on the receiving end of that particular implement for some time, but the memory was still fresh. I had mixed feelings about becoming reacquainted with it.

My husband noticed my distressed expression.

"Something else too?" he queried, then walked to the bedpost where some of our leather implements hung. I held my breath as he took hold of the black leather strap, then exhaled in relief as he moved it aside and took the dogging bat in his hands.

"That's better." I had a thought. "And the riding crop. We'll have a horsey theme."

So Ron picked up the riding crop too and laid both implements on the bed beside the dressage whip. I stared at the terrible trifecta and shivered. All of a sudden I wasn't so eager to begin. Ron chose the riding crop to start with, and when I hesitated, he helped me by placing his right hand in the small of my back and guiding me into the appropriate position.

The crop bit into my bottom cheeks, and it wasn't wildly painful; it was a reasonable warm-up. All too soon it ended, and without a pause for reflection, the fiery sting of the dressage whip took my breath away. I shouted my distress, but I don't think Ron took much notice. He administered rapid-fire strokes, and although they weren't excessively hard, they sure did sting.

"Does that hurt?"  Why do men ask such silly questions?

"Ow, ow, ow, yes!"

After what seemed like an hour (but was probably closer to a minute) Ron switched to the dogging bat. Oh, good, I thought. The bat never hurts much.

How wrong I was! Either Ron was putting all his strength behind the strokes or my bum was overly sensitive after its tenderizing from the whip, but that dogging bat hurt like never before.

Then it was back to the whip, and I was cautioned to stop squirming and hold my position. I did so with difficulty.

"Say 'Uncle' when you've had enough," Ron generously offered. "Say 'Uncle Ron'." But I refused to give in first. He went through the rotation of implements several more times, and finally gave me the familiar tap on the back of my head--with the crop, I think--that signaled it was over.

I was glad our Triple Crown event was done. I felt some stinging spots on my right cheek, caused by the tip of the whip, so after giving Ron a thank you hug I hurried to the mirror to check the state of my bottom. It was bright red, but otherwise showed no damage. Ron may have noticed the disappointed look on my face, because he asked, "Do you want some more?"

"No, that's all right," I hurried to assure him.

The next day I still felt the burn, and walked a little stiffly for most of the day. But that's to be expected after any equestrian encounter, whether or not a horse is involved.

From Hermione's Heart

14 comments:

Our Bottoms Burn said...

"But I refused to give in first"

Before I die I hope to understand the mindset behind that. I love the pain, but I reach my limits fairly quickly and will end a paddling when I reach it. However, I have known women who had no limits that they would admit.

Maybe a brunch question??

Hermione said...

Bogie - That's an excellent idea. I'll keep that question for a future brunch chez Heart.

Michael said...

WOW, Hermione, what an exciting eye opener this morning! I love your horsey theme. Good thing you didn't say this out loud to Ron - "Why do men ask such silly questions?" - or you would definitely have had marks. Remember that for next time. ;)

Em said...

Hermione - It sounds like a great time was had by all! I can totally relate to the feeling of not wanting to give in first.

I'm so glad no one has ever asked me "does that hurt?" I am sure I wouldn't be able to hold back a retort that would land me in trouble :)

sixofthebest said...

Hermoine, Prince Charles, and the Duchess of Cornwall, used to run around with the 'horsey set'. Do you think he had a chance of using that type of spanking implement on his wife's bare bottom. You must admit, that she has been very naughty at times. And a good taste of it, on her naked derriere, would have been certainly deserved.

ronnie said...

Oh I love horsey themes, the whip and the riding crop, delightful surprise from Ron.

I hope P never uses the dogging bag after the crop if it hurts like that.

Thanks for sharing Hermione.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

KellyRed said...

We have a dressage whip! I love it, no, I hate it, no, I love it...oh, I don't know. Stings like nothing else that's for sure!

Erica said...

"Why do men ask such silly questions?" Honey, if you ever figure out the answer to that, will you let me know? I've been trying to figure it out myself. :-D

Hermione said...

Michael - I've learned to hold my tongue.

Em - Some answers are just too obvious.

6otb - I wonder...

Ronnie - It must have been a one-off. It never hurt like that before or since.

KellyRed - Yes, it's very stingy.

Erica -Because they're from Mars?

Hugs,
Hermione

SPANKEDHORTIC said...

"Why do men ask such silly questions?"

Because we are men and therefor conversationally challenged. It comes with all the all the male hormones :)

Prefectdt

Daisychain said...

Great post, Hermione, but as for Charlie and HER, lets leave it. Can't even bring myself to acknowledge her name. xxxxxxxxxx

Mick said...

You know, you need to watch yourself so you don't "stirrop" any more trouble.

Hermione said...

Prefectdt - I'm glad your motto seems to be "Know thyself" :)

Daisy - What do you think of the recent engagement announcement?

Mick - GROAN!!

redxxx said...

Wonderfully exciting to read. The sting is something special, without having to have any bruises. Feeling it the next day attests to how effective Ron was.
smiles
Red