Thursday, July 19, 2018

Throwback Thursday

A time of discovery....

Thursday, March 17, 2016

The Leather Belt Brings a New Spanking Sensation

"Get over my knee NOW," Eric said sternly, "Or we're skipping the warm-up and going straight for the belt."

We both knew this was coming. The spanking was inevitable.

Eric rolls up his sleeves for three reasons.
1. Erotic, playful spanking
2. Mental, reset spanking
3. Punishment, straighten up spanking

He was about to leave for two weeks, so I was getting all three.

1. Twenty one day medical restriction of "no sex" and the Chinese Eggplant appetizer a few nights ago had us both heated up.

2. Eric will be gone, without communication, for two weeks. Uh, ya, reset required. (More like "set up" than "reset". The reset will come when he returns.)

3. I went through an entire monologue on how I have always wondered what a real legitimate punishment spanking would feel like, explained that I crave both the emotional and physical side, pronounced the need for Eric to be mad at me so he can punish me so I can see that he still loves me even though it has never worked out that way in my past with anyone else, thus affording me the freedom to trust that I am worth sticking around for.

We were in our bedroom and I was wearing nothing but a thong.  Eric pulled out the spanking chair and as he prepared to start, I inquired why he was mad at me.

"I'm not," he answered.

"Then this won't work!" I stated. "If you aren't really mad then how will I know you still love me when you're not mad anymore?"

My brain.

My brain on female hormones.

Really?!  Was I really saying those words?

Eric cornered me and held tightly to my arms. He looked deep into my eyes and said, "I think the world of you. You still don't get that, do you?"

I literally lost myself in the sincerity of his voice. I couldn't breathe and searched his eyes looking for the catch.

"You have a lot of baggage," he stated and my thoughts grasped onto the negative voice in my head which reassured me, it was my baggage that was the catch. "but that's okay," he continued and the negative voice disappeared like magic, "as long as you don't spend your life looking in the review mirror."

Eric waited until I acknowledged his point.  And then, we began.

"Get over my knee NOW," he said sternly, "Or we're skipping the warm-up and going straight for the belt."

There is a solid intimacy in being across Eric's lap, his cock growing under my ribs and his palm reddening my ass one cheek at a time. He can talk, tug at my hair, hold my hand in place when I try to use it for cover; comforting actually.

The warm up ended and I became knees on the bench, butt in the air, body over the foot board of the bed. Eric struck out with his belt.  The slaps stung and clawed at my bare skin. I squirmed and yelped, gave into the pain and then danced around fighting the burn.

I scurried away at one point and then found myself draped over the chair, Eric threatening me to move my hands out of the way of the spanking I was to continue receiving.

My hands did not listen and WHACK, out of nowhere, the belt landed in a solid thud across my right shoulder blade and down my back. The sensation was INCREDIBLE. Eric held off, not knowing what I was thinking or experiencing.  I looked up into his face and beamed.

"I want more of that," I panted.

My tone and breathing was extremely convincing, because I meant it.

"You do, don't you?" he stated. "You want me to beat on your back, on your whole body, until you feel every inch come alive, don't you?"

Time seemed to stand still as I looked into Eric's bright blue eyes.

"Yes Sir," I replied.

Oh did Eric go to town on me. My pussy, tits, ribs, inner thighs, back, bottom, and quads.  Each strike held a different amount of pressure to it, some sensual and sexual, others biting and long lasting, still others quick but effective.  I loved everything he did. He loved everything he did.

In the end, my hands were bound with the belt and Eric was coming in my mouth.  Then, with a beautiful red heart drawn on my left cheek, we were both ready for a nap.

"Next time," Eric cooed in my ear as I drifted off, his body spooning mine between cool crisp sheets, "we use the flogger."

Two weeks.

I can't wait.


Sunday, July 15, 2018

Things that have caused me to get punished over the years

This "get Amy out of the blue funk" prompt came from Wilma, as did the prompt idea. Thanks Willie!

"Amy Lynn!  Get yourself up those stairs NOW young lady. You're about to be Red Ass Amy," occasionally rings throughout our home when Eric is fully prepared to get his HOH on.

We have three types of spankings here.
1. Playtime - a great prelude before sex, during sex, but rarely if ever, after sex.
2. Reset - my brain seems to be running a million miles a minute about 100,000 different things. A reset allows me to focus on just one thing, the spanking.  As a result, everything else in my head takes a back seat and I am able to deal with things in a rational and pragmatic way instead of bouncing all over the board.
3. Punishment - rarely but there are times....

This prompt was about punishment spankings so here we go with number 3!

I suppose I get punished most often for being "mouthy" as Eric puts it.  The man has a brain like an elephant and rarely forgets anything. We are not adversarial in nature but when he's about to go on another traveling stint, I tend to be more emotional and say things, challenging type things, that I would never say knowing he could be on my butt a moment later. Eric always remembers those things, even weeks later, but at the time, I always forget that he won't.  Anyway, mouthy usually finds me otk with a sound hand spanking, often long after the offense so it tends to serve as a way to get back on track with our ttwd lifestyle.

My most memorable punishment was actually a spanking I received for something that happened when I was five or six.  I was playing with matches and ended up lighting a tree on fire.  It was very scary and I never told my parents, but instead carried that guilt for thirty-five years.  I told Eric the story and he didn't skip a beat. I was lectured about the dangers of playing with matches, about hiding something that could risk someone's life, and about not using my own brain when it came to right and wrong. (There were older kids involved at the time.) I'll never forget him saying, "I'm going to spank you for this because I don't ever want you to forget what you've learned today. Then it is over and you don't have to feel guilty anymore."  He followed with a hard bare bottom spanking with a slatted wooden spoon that left many imprints both physically and mentally.  After all those years, I was finally able to let go and quit thinking about and feeling bad about that fire.

Overall, most of my punishment comes from beating myself up and listening to a negative inner voice.  Eric can deal with mistakes I make; be it wrecking the car, forgetting to do something, and even being cranky and moody.  However, he will not allow me to carry unnecessary guilt or negative feelings about myself. Oh... and if I really want to get my ass tanned, I just need to let someone take advantage of me when I know better, rather than speaking up for myself. "Couldn't find your voice, Amy?" he'll say. "Let me help you locate it."  Uh oh!!

Well, there you have it.  I sure could use a spanking now.  Eric has been gone way too long and we  miss it.  I think we were both surprised to learn how much he craves it now that we've gone down this path.  I always knew I wanted it but because I only like the receiving end, I was concerned it was something he would "have to" do for me. He's been pretty clear that he likes to do it though.  We just lucked out that we are opposite as to who wants what position.  Phew!  ;)


Saturday, July 14, 2018

Prompt for Prompts!

My body is 500 degrees fahrenheit. It feels as though someone shoved a blowtorch up my ass and is cooking me from the inside out.

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This, while I sat in a chilly air conditioned restaurant with my daughters, who had to buy sweatshirts because they were so cold.  Meanwhile, my forehead and back poured with sweat as I downed iced water with lemon.

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Five minutes, maybe ten, and I joined them on the cold front. So weird.

Anyway, I am trying to get out of my rut and thought writing would be a good way to move forward. Willie suggested I ask bloggers for writing prompts to get me going.  So, here is my prompt for prompts!  Give the girl some homework. :)

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