Sunday, January 27, 2008

The Paddle

i love wooden paddles - don't ask me why .. don't ask me how....... but wooden paddles have to be my favourite toy ever!! Sir received a beautiful wooden paddle about 6 or so Christmases ago......... and the very first time He used it on my ass.. it broke. (well Sir says *i* broke it - i of course claim HE broke it across my ass because He hit so hard!!)

After Sir broke that paddle we went in search of a paddle that wouldn't break across my ass........ and now we have 2....... one is actually a BIG wooden spatula we bought at a Kitchen shop .. that i sanded and stained... it is heavy and packs quite a whallop !!!



But truthfully my all time favourite paddle is the one Sir purchased at our local BDSM/Kinky shop Il Bolero.

Yesterday morning Sir ordered the Bolero paddle be brought upstairs.......... and i went weak in the knees thinking about..... It has been a long time since Sir has used the paddle on my ass.. and i was worrying my stamina .. my ability to handle it .. my love of the paddle might have waned.............

Add to that an embarrassment i have endured this weekend - the need to wear panties .... (don't ask !!!) i wasn't exactly in the mind set for a paddling.........

BUT Sir is rarely deterred by my embarrassments or my wimpy-ness ..... so the "assume the position" order was given...........

Sir has a wonderful method of using a paddle.. it might not be everyone's cup of tea.......... but it sure as hell works for me...........
He goes tap tap tap.. lightly.. increasing strength and wallop power with each hit.. until He is just lets go and wallops my ass ........... now i consider that a "sensuous" paddling... tap tap tap WALLOP!!!

i was wiggling my ass.. and thoroughly getting into the paddling yesterday when Sir said "of course i was handling it just fine.. cause i was wearing panties"......... NOW i ask you folks.. how much protection is a little pair of white cotton panties??

Do they look like much protection against the Bolero paddle? !!! Honestly do they???!!! i was going to debate the issue with Sir.. but really...... it was much more fun to just enjoy the paddling...... i decided to save the debate for another time..

Sir discovered a way to up the ante a little bit......... to make it a little more difficult to cope.......... He would paddle my ass for about 15 - 20 minutes then send me off for a "rest"....... about an hour later He would tell me to assume the position and it would start all over again............. i suggested.. very respectfully of course !!.. that these intermissions made it very difficult to get back to the level i was at..actually the intermissions made me want to nap........ NOT assume the position.

Then it was time to attend a birthday celebration..... so the paddle was laid out on the ottoman. Honestly truthfully i figured the paddling was over for the weekend.... BUT not my Sir.. when we returned from the dinner party........ i was ordered to assume the position again......... This time i decided to let the cotton panties drop to my knees.. what the hell .. i was gonna prove they were NO protection from the wicked wallop of the paddle............

ok.. next brilliant idea??!!!

i couldn't believe it.. either my ass was overly sensitive from the afternoon's session.. or those panties really did protect !!! go figure...
The evening's paddling session was something of a comedy of errors........ first i had to adjust to having the panties down around my knees.. and the nervousness that created.. then i had to adjust to the fact i had been sooooooooo wrong about protection...... and then add to the fact that i had an over full tummy from the Italian food........ and an Irish coffee (which i rarely if ever have).. and each wallop seemed to wiggle and jiggle the digesting food .......... and then.. if all of that wasn't enough....... add a phone call to the mix...... a phone call that kept being cut off..

In desperation i finally suggested Sir take the call upstairs on the land line rather than on the portable.. and i decided the paddling was most definitely over.. except Sir hadn't decided the paddling was over......... so when i came back to the living room.. Sir was positioned .. paddle in hand waiting for me............. ughhhhhhhh..
i was so not enthusiastic about resuming the position........ but resume i did.. (hey i am a good subbie !!!)

This morning i remember the cotton panties.. i remember the paddle.. i remember the phone calls.. i do NOT remember how i got up to bed..... i don't have one damn mark on my ass to prove that i took the paddling ........ and i don't even remember any fairies...............

i do remember though...... i LOVE wooden paddles !!!!


4 comments:

CLoud said...

No marks must be the panties.

Buffalo said...

No fairies, no marks; you probably dreamed it.

wayne4441 said...

would love to see a picture of your butt after your panties were
pulled down and your MASTER finished paddling you with the wooden paddle

SeaRabbit said...

Did it ever happen that you felt absolutely nothing from the paddle?
I had that weird experience this week... all I was reacting to was the noise of... but no pain at all... Just wondering...;-)