Saturday, July 22, 2006

My inner pain slut is back

Yup.

The day before last A. was waving a moxa stick over some acupuncture points on my low back as instructed by my acupuncturist. Since it was hot, I was only wearing a white tank top and my red cotton panties with the white flowers on them. It's funny because while I own all kinds of thongs, velvet, satin, sheer and crotchless panties, this red cotton pair always makes me feel sexiest.

At any rate, after we finished with the moxa, A. flipped through the channels and settled in to watching First Blood on AMC. I was still laying on the bed in my tank top and red flowery knickers. As we watched John Rambo jump off a cliff and booby trap his way out of the woods past the sheriffs, A. began smacking my ass. At one point I started to move.

"I wouldn't get up if I were you." So ominous. So sexy.

I giggled a little and lay back down. A. tucked my panties in between my cheeks and continued smacking. The big knife and glistening pectorals got the testosterone pumping because during one of the commercials A. stated as he went out to smoke, "when I come back in, you're getting a Rambo spanking."

I thought he was kidding until he started piling up the pillows on the bed upon his return.

He started out with some good hand spanks to warm up. Then moved to the strap. After one cheek got a disproportionate number of smacks, he'd move to the other side of the bed and make sure the other cheek got its fair share. The whacks hurt, but didn't quite feel as overwhelming as before.

But it was during the caning that I realized my pain threshold had come back up. He was slicing away and at one point I realized there was something black on my clean, white sheet. For a moment I became totally transfixed by what turned out to be some sort of lint, oblivious to the fact that a stingy, whippy rattan cane was searing my ass.

Later I even asked him to try out the riding crop.

My blood vessels must be robust indeed as I barely have any bruising at all. Just a little on my right breast from the riding crop.

I kinda want to try out the hairbrush or the paddle next. But then again, not sure if I want those to be allowable again. ;)

4 comments:

sparkle said...

Err... uh, Natty, does Abel read your blog?

Or will he not read it until he's back across the Atlantic and the hairbrush and paddle are not allowable because of distance?

I'm just wondering if your next scene report will involve a hairbrush.

Congratulations on your spanking. It sounds so funny to say that, but I think we should have a celebration for you!

Natty said...

Um, well, apparently Abel does as he commented on the last post. My A. however, reads it from time to time. Though when it comes to implements my INR seems to be making all the decisions...

Thanks for your celebration thought! Though unfortunately everything is so emphemeral. The last week or so I've been feeling more blah when it comes to spanking. Sorta like to think about it but not really do any of it. Just the way it goes.

sparkle said...
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sparkle said...

I am such an idiot. (My previous comment was deleted for a multiplicity of grammar errors that just cannot be explained.)
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I'm *so* sorry. Honestly, there are too many A.s around and I've never been very good with names.

I really *do* know who Abel's partner is not Natty :)

*smacking myself for you*
sparkle