Today’s post is inspired by Mija, who suggested the topic in response to my query on twitter for blog ideas. I love the scope of this. If someone asked me to describe my perfect spanking I wouldn’t know where to start. There are so many variations and possibilities, how could I limit myself to one scenario for all the rest of time? But today’s perfect spanking? That I can do.
The spanking I want today doesn’t start with spanking at all. It starts with dinner, something warm and comforting. Creamy soup served alongside a big leafy salad. Candles on the table. Lots of touching and laughing while we prepare for the meal and at the last moment, just before we sit down, a whispered promise. Tonight I don’t want threats, I don’t want force.
Dinner conversation will match the food, light and comfortable. When it’s over we’ll take our drinks into the living room and curl up on the couch. Maybe we’ll watch a little TV. Maybe we’ll just continue the dinner conversation. There won’t be words when he’s ready, just a gentle tug. It’s OK, I’ve been waiting for this. Another tug and his skin will be on mine, this is too intimate for anything to come between us.
His hand is hard, there’s no point if I can’t feel it, but the strokes come slowly at first and my skin warms happily to his touch. Later I’ll stretch and squirm under his hand, but still I’ll want more. I’ll Beg for it in the arch of my back, the soft whimpers which sound like “yes” and “no” all wrapped up into one quiet breath.
Before he’s done we’ll have moved. Is it the couch I’ll be draped over? The bedside? He’ll choose the implement, I don’t know which – a soft, supple, leathery strap? The dressage whip? Something else entirely? By now his hand is resting on my lower back, the simple touch enough to remind me to stay down even as my toes dance across the carpet and my fingers curl into a pillow.
I’ll struggle, this shouldn’t be easy, but it will begin and end in my mind. I don’t want to fight him for control, tonight I give it freely, my gift to us both. My surrender, which began with his whispered promise, is complete far before the spanking is done. Every moment after is our prize.