On Prancer and Dancer

On the 5th day of Christmas
i posted 5 coiled whips

Do i hear you all asking why whips today??? considering how up to this point i have been posting traditional Christmas items........... well because for some reason this morning i was thinking of whips......... specifically of Sir's circus whip.. the one He used last weekend while calling out the names of the Reindeer........

i was wondering .. of all the many toys that hang on the wall.. why it is i like the circus whip. Sir believes (and it was true) that i love the wooden paddles.. love the feel of the wood against my skin. But it is the circus whip i have to come love most of all.........

It certainly isn't because it doesn't hurt.. or it doesn't raise welts.. or it doesn't cut and burn and feel like it is tearing the skin off my body......... cause it does.

i think i love it because there is no way in hell that Sir can go at my ass fast and furious with the whip. He must lift it over his shoulder......... swing forward .. arching slightly... causing the whip to crack just before it hits the exact spot Sir was aiming for (99% of the time - there are a few times - i think when Sir is trying to rush it - that it does stray upwards.. or wrap around.. or hit some other tender soft spot) Then He must bring it back to the starting position before starting all over again.

This means i get a second or two to catch my breath.. to do the "subbie jig" as Sir calls it. i get to whimper and whine .. and finally reach acceptance .. which is when i stick my ass out in time to catch the next strike. For the uninitiated it must make me look like a "nut case" actually sticking my ass out.. wanting more.. begging for more.. even as the welts rise across my ass.. but it just feels THAT good!!

Now the cane.. or the paddles.. or the leather straps.. even the crops.. those toys don't need the precise arm movements.. they don't need a set up (so to speak) .. those toys can wail down on my ass .. usually the very same spot each time .... over and over and over again........ until i am gasping for breath and wishing Sir's arm would cramp up and fall off. (which it never does btw)

Yup... i like the whip.......

we actually have 2 whips.........

The vegan whip ...... called that because no animal was harmed in the making........





it is much stingier than the circus whip........ but i do love when Sir stands back and swings it side to side .. slowly.. methodically... the tip of it barely touching the skin........ just kissing it... a promise of things to come...............

The circus whip (Sir's first whip) was a "learner" whip so to speak - it is much shorter than a bull whip (though Sir does have one of those too)



and can actually be used (carefully) in the house.. with me bent over the dining room table.. and Sir standing off to the side.. and all the extra bits and pieces of furniture moved out of harms way......

Perhaps this weekend.. after much cross-border shopping...... and a house warming party at eldest daughter's ... maybe.. just maybe.. Sir can play Santa Claus again........and somewhere in the night air..... someone will hear......

"On Dasher On Dancer .. On Prancer and Vixen!"


(i have posted yet another "bit of Christmas" on my template..... though i have no fear you will find it in a blink of an eye)