Then we started to go outside for a walk, then hurriedly went back to our room for our jackets...then we went for a walk.... finding our way to the nearest gas station with mini mart, put in a supply of snacks, for later, and returned to the room.
We sat on the twin beds, talking a little,....and She fell asleep in Hers, while I read newpapers and watched football.
She woke up about 14:30..... and pointed at a table where my suitcase was, and said, 'Move that suitcase to the floor, I'm going to go to the bathroom, and when I get back, I want you naked, and bent over that table.'
Well, I was, when She returned, and She went after my bottom with wooden spoon and paddles.
Then She got out the spreader bar, and used the velcro straps to secure my wrists and ankles, and ordered me to keep my legs UP, in diaper position....
As I waited there.....She busied Herself in the restroom, and returned.... and pushed a sliver of carved ginger root into the urethra of my penis.... then She gave my buttocks, numerous cane strokes.
Then She undid the velcro bindings..... and plopped down on the bed, and said, 'I'm done.'
Which is/was sort of a cue to me to .... do what I want to do, or initiate what I want to initiate.
And I initiated WinKing.
Once we were done....I was spent, deflated, without cumming, we talked.... and we talked...and She cried...about what was bothering Her.... how much She wants me, needs me, to express myself , to talk about my feelings, about how easy it seems to be for me to just 'cut Her open' with my words.
We had to cut it a bit short, She had to get ready for the Reception...our whole reason for coming here.
She got ready, dressed, and left, and I settled down to read and watch football.
She called me a very few minutes later, to bring Her checkbook to Her.
Which I did, and returned.
A few hours later, She sent me a text saying, I had been offered a free place at the next days' reception, because of cancellations....and I said, "Yeah sure..."
And I was under the covers, lights off, one eye on an exciting Baylor/TT game, when She text me, 'suggesting' I come down to the after party.
Ah well.
I got up and dressed, and went downstairs, and joined Her at the party.
Then we returned to our room.
She got involved with phone calls with a sibling....
And I was starting to fall asleep again.
She finished the phone call, and told me to "Get up, get naked, get over the table."
I did so.
She started with the waffle maker on my butt and thighs, then had me turn around, and used the wooden spoon on the front of my thighs... creating bruises the size of Ike silver dollars.
Then She... apologized.
She said, She couldn't find the other paddle, the one that leaves red marks and stings, but doesn't bruise, that She did not intend to bruise....
And She got on the bed in front of me, FDAU, with Her butt to me, and said, 'Spank me.'
So, I did.
Rather meekly and gently at first, until She said, "Like you mean it."
So I spanked Her butt for awhile, like I meant it... (with the palm of my hand, though....)
And I stopped when my hand was stinging sufficiently.
She stayed put, and said, "You can use the tawse if you want..."
I kinda chuckled and said, "I don't think you can take it..."
"Well, I don' t think I can take it like you can, but you'd be surprised by what I can take..."
"Okay," I sighed...
And I picked up the tawse....
And via Her suggestions, wound up whipping mostly Her back, like a flogging, adding occasional strokes to Her bottom, just because...I liked to.
I stopped, when I was ready, and we lay together, just talking until Her back quit stinging, enough that She could lay on it.... then WMS ensued.
and Sleep...around 0100.
Hr sLO 110
Hr sLA 0
Hr S DD 1
Hr Unl 31
Feedback:
She ofttimes beats my thighs...to get a reaction, to know that I am feeling it, by my body language, the look on my face, my vocalization.
..because many times, She can beat my buttocks, and it's numb after ..a minute, but my thighs don't go numb.
However, the thighs do seem to bruise quickly..depending on what She is using.
Well, Whatever the case is...
I prefer THESE marks, and THIS feeling as shown above.
If it takes a cane for me to 'feel' it consistently, so be it.
I find it so very submissive to display my bottom for this kind of punishment, and to have these marks on it, afterwards.
Also....while packing up...the next day, I made a comment, something like, how packing the strap on seemed like a waste of time....as once again, it did not get used...
And She became somewhat defensive about it.
But truth be said, I'm not sure there was an available thirty minutes, even, that it could have been used.
My point, if I had one, is..... to stop 'planning for it' and simply ...let it happen.
Well, no more trips for quite some time to come, but my thought is, instead of trying to program or plan for a strap-on session, just let it happen ...when it happens.
I think I also suggested to Her, that a way I want to 'taste' the tawse....at least once...is with me, prone on the bed, spread eagle, feeling the tawse applied to my buttocks and legs....
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