Monday, August 11, 2008

Thoroughly Topped


Recently I must confess I was having some doubts about Ron's commitment to spanking. In fact, I had started to wonder if he might actually be vanilla. Then last weekend he managed to convince me that he was an extremely proficient and committed Top.
It all started the day Ron cancelled our regular date; other matters were more pressing. I understood, but wondered why he hadn't scheduled an alternate day and time. The next day came and went - no spanking. I hinted at it the following evening, to no avail. I then sent another hint as part of an email reply to him. Still nothing, but I gave it yet another day to give him a chance to make it look like his idea. No luck. I started to wonder if he had lost interest in my bottom, and spent a night silently calling him every name under the sun, including the V-word.

The next morning while I was showering I remembered all the great advice that you, my dear friends, had given me. Tell him what you want. Men aren't at all intuitive. he can't read your mind. Well, I thought I had been pretty direct, but I'd give it one more try.
At breakfast Ron asked me if I had slept well.
 

"No."
"Why not?"

"I was awake fretting. I wanted a spanking last night and you didn't read my mind."

Ron smiled at that, and so did I as I continued.

"We missed our date last week and I'm overdue for one."
He thought a minute, then teased, "I don't know if I can fit you in. There's a lot of gardening to do."
We both laughed and I knew I had made my point.
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While we were fixing dinner together, Ron said, "I think I'd better get out the buggy whip."
"Dressage whip."
"Whatever. But I don't even know where it is."
"Behind the door in your study."

Aaargh! Why had I said that? I remembered that whip well and I dreaded it. My chest tightened and I struggled to breathe. I had lost my appetite. But I so wanted to feel it on my bare skin again.
Later that evening, Ron went on up ahead of me while I turned out the lights and tried to control the assorted fluttering things in my tummy. When I walked into the bedroom my husband was standing at the foot of the bed, dressage whip in hand. This was very different. I felt unsure of what to do next.
"Where do you want me?"

He motioned towards the bed, so I slipped off my robe, removed my panties and bent over the end of it.
"That will do nicely," Ron said. He didn't keep me waiting; the whip sizzled through the air and landed right on target. Ow! It was worse than I remembered. After three strokes I couldn't take any more needed him to stop now what was I doing there I must be crazy it hurts too much.
"is it all right?" Ron asked. I stupidly bravely replied, "Yes." Another stroke, and I squealed, "Ouch! It hurts!"

"Do you want the paddle instead?"


A reprieve. "Yes, the paddle, then finish with the whip." At least that would delay the inevitable for a while. I stayed in position while Ron put down the whip, opened the drawer and returned with a leather paddle. 
It was not much of a reprieve. He hit hard and fast. This was nothing like the sensuous spanking I usually got. The man meant business. The pauses for rubbing were brief, and the spanking in between them went on and on. I was intoxicated with the pain, inhaling it, absorbing it.
Ron put down the paddle, took my arm and pulled me upright. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me downward until I was kneeling in front of him, and I rewarded him for being so good to me. Then when he helped me to my feet I assumed it was my turn. I scrambled across the bed, stretched out and waited for him to join me. 
I had forgotten about the whip. But Ron hadn't. He stood beside me, raised his arm, and I lay flat on my tummy and took the strokes. They were still hard and biting, but now they felt very, very good. Several times the whip cracked across my bottom, then the tip tickled the top of my head. What was this? A playful whipping? I looked up and smiled. Ron continued the pattern; he gave me some hard, fast strokes, then ruffled my hair. I don't know how long it might have gone on, but when he saw that the whip had done some damage to the skin, it was over.
I was totally drained, and so contented. My bottom felt like it was on fire, and I was incapable of moving. I remained where I was while Ron put away the toys, locked up the house for the night and turned out the lights. I slept for a couple of hours, then woke up, felt the welts, and rummaged in my bedside drawer for the arnica. I'd have to wait till morning to inspect the damage.
The next day, I was very glad I didn't have to go to work and sit as a desk. My bottom was still burning, but I was able to keep myself busy and only sat down for meals. I had a few marks on each cheek where the whip had bitten, and applied arnica frequently. We spent a companionable day together doing things around the house, although I was walking a little stiffly.
I was also wondering if that was it for the weekend, or if Ron was going to keep our regular date the following day. I really didn't want to be spanked again so soon, but it was his call. I had to wait for my answer until the usual appointed hour. Then I heard "it's time." I guessed I was in for spanking number two.
This time, it was back to the usual, comfortable routine. Ron used the same leather paddle as before, but it was once again erotic and sensuous. He stayed well clear of the marks, aiming low on my buttocks and producing extremely pleasant sensations. He settled into a slow, steady rhythm and I rolled my hips to meet the paddle on each downward arc. There was leisurely rubbing in between, and Ron's fingers caressed other places, finally giving me the release I needed. 
As he held me close afterward, Ron murmured, "Your bum is so bruised."

"It's not so bad. I'm using arnica. They'll be gone in no time."

"You'll need Twenty Mule Team Borax to make those go away."

My funny Top.





P.S. The dressage whip is now kept in the bedroom, in plain sight.

19 comments:

PK said...

Hermione,
This was a wonderful post. I understood every bit of it. Much of what you write reminds me that I often need to do or say the same thing. I think our husbands are very much alike. They love us and want to give us what we want and need and only occassionally do they need a little prodding.

Sounds like you had some great days.

Hugs,
PK

sara said...

Hermione, glad you got what you needed. Men think and communicate so differently from us, it seems. I know there have been many times I have thought my innuendos were pretty darn clear, but that old Mars/Venus thing interferes. It sounds like Ron truly loves taking care of you, and as you show him what that means to you, he will be right there! Things are going really well, aren't they? :)

K said...

Missing a spanking date can really do a number on our moods. You would think the men would know this and make up for it. I went through the same thing just last weekend. After a few angst filled days for both of us and the talks that followed, I hope we'll learn to communicate better about this stuff. Even better if he'd just remember the signs and spank me, or just hug me, when I need it.

Paul said...

Hermione, Great post, Ron did very well.
We can get carried away with the daily grind, I used to tell Mel, if that ever happened she was to hand me the tawse, she did on a few occasions.
On those occasions she asked for and got it good.
The aftercare was wonderful.
Warm hugs,
Paul.

River said...

Hermione,
Great post. I don't know why but it always seems that we bottoms are so extreme in our thinking when it comes to wondering if our men are really up to the challenge of US. Either they are the wisest man and best top, or they have completely forgotten us and abandonded 'our ways'. And it doesn't take a lot to put us there usually. Maybe it's only those of us who introduced our men to the D/s life, rather than the other way around. I have been dealing with my own insecurities lately and I think that may be a big piece of the puzzle. Anyway, good for you that you were able to clamly and with a sense of humor explain to Ron what you need, and he actually got it!

Blessings,
River

Span King said...

Wonderful !! Life is so much better when we ask for what we need and want. Thank you for sharing.

Hermione said...

PK - It's great that you understand. And yes, that weekend was amazing!

Sara - Funny how our signals are interpreted so differently from how we perceive them. Luckily Ron is my favourite martian, and I can make allowances. We are on the right track most of the time.

K - I think the moods happen because spanking causes an endorphin rush, and when it abates, we need another fix. Just a guess.

Paul - Yes, he certainly exceeded my expectations! I like your idea, maybe I could hand him a hairbrush.

River - You're right; there does seem to be a big distance between how we perceive them on good days versus bad ones. It sure takes a lot of work to figure all this out.

Keeping a sense of humour is the real key to our success.

SK - Yes, it's so much better.

Hugs,
Hermione

Maryann said...

Hermione,
Congratulations on taking such an intense spanking! Good for you!
Maryann

Bonnie said...

Hermione,

Bravo! That's a fine evening and a story well told. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Sometimes, we simply have to say it.

Hugs,
Bonnie

Terpsichore said...

nice story...sounds like Ron made up for the missed date... :-)

Hermione said...

Maryann - Welcome, and thank you. It was well beyond my normal experience.

Bonnie - Yes, words often work best. I'm putting away the semaphore flags!

Terpsichore - He sure did, doubled and in spades!

Hugs,
Hermione

Michael said...

Oh, my! Outstanding, Hermione. So happy that you and Ron more than made up for your missed date. Good for you both. :) Nice touch leaving the dressage whip in your bedroom in plain site.

Michael

Hermione said...

Michael - It's hard to forget where that implement is now.

dwcmike said...

Hermione: Wonderful story...I do not agree with the Venus Mars comparison, and believe it to be that the thought patterns of spanker spankee are different. Every spanker who would have been described as vanilla to begin, will take a long period of time to be comfortable with spanking their loved one.
Innuendo usually doesn't work, whereas being frank when you need a spanking will work wonders!
Mike

Hermione said...

Mike - I don't really believe Ron is vanilla, since it was he who took the first step in making spanking a part of our life. He's very comfortable with it. My use of the V-word was mainly to express my frustration with the situation.

But I agree, being frank works. I'll have to try it more often.

spanked wife said...

Good post, altho' the part where "he placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me downward until I was kneeling in front of him..." troubles me.
Perhaps it's just me, but I was uncomfortable performing fellatio as a "thank you" for a spanking and my husband never "guided" me to do anything that made me uncomfortable.
Kneeling in front of each other was part of our "break up to make up" play, however!

Hermione said...

spanked wife - I am perfectly comfortable performing fellatio, whether it's intended as a thank you or simply for Ron's pleasure. He indicated what would please him and I complied, with pleasure. I chose the word "guided" because it did not imply any kind of force on his part.

Emma said...

Hi Hermione, I followed a couple of links and ended up here, which seems fortuitously timed to me considering the topic of this post.

I may just be crazy, but I've been wishing for a good scene with the dressage whip these past few days. Yup, definitely crazy.

I can clearly remember a time when I wasn't crazy, when that whip was my least favorite of all of our toys.

I also clearly remember the agonizing pain of it being used so fast that there's no time to find your balance between strokes, when the fire just builds and builds until it seems you can't possibly hurt anymore (silly girl, it can always hurt more). And then, the curiously more uncomfortable feeling of it being used slowly - almost dragging across the raw skin, tugging at all the sore spots.

Yes, it must be crazy to suddenly find that not only do you no longer *hate* the dressage whip, but it has suddenly become of your favorite toys. I guess a good scene will do that.

To sum up, I can totally sympathize with your early dread and later peace. Glad you enjoyed yourself :)

sixofthebest said...

Hermoine, do you believe Carmela, the Dutchess of Cornwall, Prince Charle's wife, needs a taste of the 'dressage whip', on her bare bottom. For I sure would love to take down her jodhpurs, her riding breeches, remove her 'directoire knickers, from her bottom, and flog that naked rear end of hers.