And then there was.........

a whooping this weekend.........



First there was the crop..............



Then there were the sticks (for lack of a better name)



Then there was the spanker i gave Sir for His birthday........



Mix 'em up, add one ass over the ottoman..

And you got one big OUCH !!

Now i have trouble holding still when a whooping begins.... sometimes in the middle too.. and even sometimes i have trouble holding still at the end of the whooping.........

Sir tried placing His hand against my back to hold me down and hold me still... (i rather like that.. like the connection between Sir and i) ......... but it only worked for a little while.....

Now Sir could have (god it has been a long time) tied me down......... but He didn't...

What He did do was get the knife.. the sharp one.. the one with a point that can impale in a blink of an eye...

He ran the point of the knife up my legs.. across my ass... managed to hit the spot on the small of my back (ya know the one?? the wee spot that is directly connected to your pussy/clit??) He ran it up between my legs.. tickled my asshole with it.. tickled my clit with it.. made me hold my breath and hold still.. as still as a mouse....

And then..........

He picked up the crop and started to whoop my ass.. holding the knife against me..

Sir may have discovered a way of making me stay still.. stay in place...

i am pleased to report i was not impaled !!!