Thursday, August 31, 2017

A Lasting Spanking

It's Eric's travel season for work. He had to catch a red-eye last night and we still hadn't really connected since he returned on Monday from the other trip.  Everything is off around here.

"I don't have much time," he said, packing hastily since Harvey messed up the whole office's flight schedules.  He went into our closet and came back with a small carry-on suitcase and handful of suits. He flung open the luggage and stopped, giving me a sideways glance.

"What do we have here?!" he questioned, a hint of mischievous pleasure in his tone and in a grin that suddenly encompassed the majority of his face.  "In the closet," he ordered, his favorite strap coming out of the bag, a long lost implement left behind from a beach vacation I'd never quite finished unpacking.

Stripped completely, Eric cuffed my wrists overhead, to the clothes rack, and I shut my eyes feeling hanging shirts brush up against my nipples and a spattering of goose bumps break out on the back of my thighs.

Eric stroked my hair and whispered in my ear all of the reassuring things I'd been so desperate to hear.

"I love you, Amy Lynn.  I'm going to think about you while I'm away and when I get back, you're going to find yourself over my knee. You had better behave while I'm gone, Young Lady."

He took the strap and very methodically began spanking my bottom, one side and then the other, increasing his force with each strike while spacing them out just long enough for me to breathe.

Smack, smack, smack.

I clutched the bar where my hands were tied and as the heat in my cheeks grew, I began to shift from foot to foot, the sound of leather on skin filling my ears.

Smack, smack, WHAM!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Eric took his strap and landed it across my right shoulder blade. Instantly, my spine broke out in a sea of sweat and I lurched forward, a soft moan escaping from my lips.  He continued his pattern of side to side but went the length of my body this time; shoulders, back, bottom, thighs.

Eric pulled my hair and was again in my ear, his voice deep and seductive knowing full well that what punishes my backside on the one hand, ignites a sexual flame on the other when used on my shoulders and back.

"I'm going to touch you, Amy," he threatened and promised all at the same time, "and if you are wet, we're going to take this to bed but if you are dry, your punishment will continue."

With two fingers, Eric very slowly traced the path he had made, mapping the raised track of red welts from the strap, right to left and top to bottom, until he slid between my thighs to gauge my reaction.

"Ahhh," he cooed, his fingers working their magic in a juicy pool.  With the other hand, he undid each cuff and once I was freed, lifted me from the floor and carried me to a nest of blankets, pillows, and sheets.  Eric positioned himself between my legs and leaned in, passionately kissing around my lips, tongue, and teeth.

"I want you," I uttered between breaths and bites.  "I want you to fuck me before you go.  I want you to show me I belong to you, that you love me, that I'm yours."

"Put your hands behind your head," he commanded and walked back to the closet. Eric returned with the strap in his hand and slapped each breast just hard enough to make me flinch, a fine line between pleasure and pain.

"You are going to stop questioning my love for you as of today," he said firmly and I knew he was serious. "I'm not going to allow you to get yourself all spun up for no reason because it hurts us both. Trust me and believe in us, Amy.  I'm not kidding."

Then Eric told me to bare my inner thigh for a reminder that would last the week he is gone.  We discovered this two years ago when I went to Reno with a bunch of girlfriends, sporting a red hand print where Eric had spanked my thigh for the first time.  It hurts like hell when he does it but when I'm feeling down and he's traveling, having his hand in full view, on tender flesh, a constant reminder; it works very well for me.

I still fought it, though.  Begged, pleaded, refused to open my thighs.

Eric, on limited time, would have nothing to do with this little tantrum of mine and quickly flipped me over and whipped my behind a good fifteen times.  I squealed and tried to cover myself with my hand, which he quickly caught and used to hold me still.

"Do you need more?" he asked, "Or are you going to comply?"

I hesitated and earned another round with his hand, this time.  Apparently, the combination of passion and punishment became too much because as I lay on my stomach, clutching the comforter and basking in the hot afterglow of a stingy spanking, Eric grabbed my hips and did a little doggy style magic that had us both coming alive.

Clean up was quick and I was warned to keep the strap close by.

"I'll be back in a week and that thing better not have disappeared again," he said as he tapped my nose with his finger and kissed my forehead before handing the implement over.

With an Uber waiting outside, I sat on the staircase sleepily watching my husband zip up his boots and do a quick inventory of luggage, electronics, and wallet.  Then he joined me on the stair for a kiss good-bye.

"I know you don't want this," Eric said gently spreading my legs and exposing my inner left thigh, "but I really think you need it," he continued.

I reached through the railing on the stairwell and held on, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Three times, in exactly the same spot, Eric landed a hard smack with his hand, red raised fingerprints marking searing skin as I cried out.  Then he gently kissed along my thigh and taking my face in his hands, looked me straight in the eye.

"I love you, Amy Lynn," his voice was steady and strong, "You've got my hand print to remind you and I'll be home soon."

And then he was gone, off to save the world again.

This morning, I find myself staring often at the five fingers placed so perfectly on my inner thigh. How oddly comforting it is for me to see and feel him there.

Have you found a way to make a spanking last?

Amy

26 comments:

  1. What a nice reminder, hurtful as it might have been in the process.

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    1. Hurtful at the moment but yes, a perfect reminder.
      Amy

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    1. Wondered if you'd see this - doesn't affect my back at all. LOL Hope you are feeling better.
      Amy

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  3. Oh I HATE...HATE....HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE having my inner thighs spanked. Barney being Barney though has never used his hand...a small acrylic ruler or cane..BLECH. I think I couldn't have done what you did, especially if I had already had an "O"...things hurt even more after!!!

    The back thing? I have a love-hate relationship with. It terrifies me as it took me a year to recover from a back/hip injury, so while having it struck doesn't have anything to do with it, it scares me. The love of it is knowing that I overcome that and truly trust him...but mostly it is a hate thing too...LOL!

    Happy to hear things were better when Eric left. Good luck holding on to that feeling!
    willie

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    1. Hi Willie! Yes, the love/hate relationship to it all. I'd freak out if Eric used anything other than his hand on my thigh because it stings like crazy and at least if he's feeling it too, I think he has a better sense of what would be too much. As for the back thing - no injuries so it is allllll gooooooood. ;)

      Doing my best to hold onto that feeling.
      Amy

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  4. Amy,

    To me, that sounds like a tough good-bye! He knows you well and you trust him with all your heart.
    Meredith

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    1. If there is one thing I am sure of, it is that Eric studies me and often knows what I need long before I do. I often wonder if he gets tired of being right all the time, but I'd never be foolish enough to ask that silly question.
      Amy

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  5. Hi Amy, I hope things are better for you now, hope you will be okay while Eric is away.
    love Jan, xx

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    1. Thanks Jan. If it goes well, he will be back on Wednesday. If not, it could be another twelve days. Sigh.
      Amy

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  6. It is so hard to maintain an emotional connection when you are separated. If it works for you, go for it.

    Hope Eric's traveling lets up soon. I think you both could use some time together.

    Ella

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    1. You are so right and it seems we haven't had any real time together is forever. Eric travels the most during the fall so we are just gearing up.
      Amy

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  7. WOW...your man knows how to get your attention and to keep it! Inner thighs are the worse for pain..but the best for remembering. Miss him like mad...but keep those voices at bay (this from someone who has not learned how to do that herself yet) and know...Eric is always with you, his love is yours, he returns to you. hugs abby

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    1. Thank you Abby. I've been questioning things a lot lately. Feel left out of everything including work, friendships, events, and my own relationship with Eric. I know I am in a bad spot right now and I really need to have a sit down, let me ask a million stupid questions so he can give me a million reassuring answers so I can let this go. Quite frankly, that, followed by a recap of our evening when he left is probably just what the doctor ordered. I need to hear his words, see his sincerity, and FEEL his convictions. You know?
      Amy

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    2. After all that, maybe I can taste him. LOL ;)

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    3. I know.....only too well...we will both get there..our men would not have it any other way..
      hugs abby

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  8. Well that was some goodbye! It's so nice that you were taken care of before he headed off, and it sounded like he pushed all the right buttons. Hopefully he's not gone too long.

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    1. You know, Eric's job literally has him traveling more than half of the year and I knew that going in but regardless of what I "know", it truly matters how he leaves me every single time he goes; even on a short one or two nighter. I don't think he realizes how even a ten minute "I love you and will be thinking about you", accompanied with a kiss and even better, a kiss and a spanking, changes the entire time he is gone. When we leave without that goodbye, I'm an uneasy mess, doubting my value in his life, until he's back and only then do I realize nothing has changed. Girl brain. So different than guy brain.
      Amy

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  9. Oh Amy what a farewell you received. Hope it reminds you that Eric does love you. The week will soon be over.
    Hugs Lindy xx

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    1. We all have our things that help us through times of separation. Sometimes I come off as such a needy baby but it is important to me that I feel connected while he's gone. So, I sleep in his t-shirt every night and have a special bracelet that I wear when he travels. I always feel better if he draws his heart on my bottom if I get spanked before he leaves... all reminders that we are apart for a short time but not forever. It all may seem like added work for him but it means the world to me.
      Amy

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  10. Hi Amy, 😊 That was a HOT send off! So glad that you had that special time together before Eric went traveling. Hope that he is home soon, with his "Young Lady" back in his arms! Many hugs,

    ❤️Katie

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    1. This send off was proof that it's all about quality, not quantity. I'm having a good weekend and I know regardless of everything else going on in the world and in my life, I always have a better time when I feel like he and I are good, that he loves me, and that I was worth the time in our incredibly busy schedules to say the words, kiss, touch, and more. As for "Young Lady", I crack up because with my personality, anyone call me that and I would be so insulted but when Eric says it, I melt and blush and flush and gush and want to hear it MORE.
      Amy

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  11. Amy, I'm not sure I'd like such an ouchy reminder but I'm glad it works for you.
    Rosie xx

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    1. I know what you mean, Rosie. There are a few implements and things that I truly despise when in use but they leave a very lasting sensation, impression, and feeling that I find especially valuable when we are forced to be apart for periods of time. I did not enjoy the creation of that hand print but three days later, so happy I still have it. Any, each day that it fades, I know we are one day closer to being together again. :)
      Amy

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  12. quite the send off! hope he is soon back in your arms...in the meantime you have a reminder he is near. Hugs

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  13. Hey Terps, I should have mentioned it on Thankful Thursday! ;)
    He better hurry back. His hand print is fading along with my ability to stay out of trouble. LOL Amy

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