Up too late last night, but fortunately after we got home, Sir still had enough energy to administer my nightly spanking. He complained, though, that it was hurting His hand, whaling away on my poor butt, so He told me to ~
“Stay there ~ don’t move…”
and i can hear Him rooting around in the toy drawer.
“Something kind and gentle, please, Sir,” i say, my voice slightly muffled since i’m lying face down on the bed.
“Kind and gentle?” He says, “Like the paddle?”
“No, Sir,” giggling, “The paddle is NOT kind and gentle.”
“Hmpf,” He says,, and then *it* lands with a thud.
Ahhh, the belt. Thudding because He’s using it folded over, so it doesn’t thwack, or have that lovely belt crrr-aaaack sound, it is more like a leather paddle, maybe. Not that i’ve ever experienced a leather paddle, but still.
i love the belt. Love, love, love it. So i sigh and wriggle happily as He warms me up. Then ~
“Let’s see what it’s like with some force behind it,” He says.
O!! Nothing kind and gentle about that, right? But still lovely. And when He is finished, He tucks me in and leaves me to fall asleep happily, butt still tingling.