Read My Kink

I suppose this post should have come before the one about bonding and attachment, but that is just not the way my mind works.  Last Saturday, I spent some time with Miss, just her and me, as Sir was away visiting his grandmother. It was the first time that Miss and I were alone together, and I am happy that it went so well.

For the first time, Miss touched me without Sir being there.  Not intimately, but she still touched me.  The previous night, Sir had asked me to do nothing and relax between 8 and 9 PM.  I had forgotten to do that, and since he was out of the country, Miss was to consequence me for my disobedience.  In total, I got 17 swats with the aluminium paddle.  They were hard, coming from Miss, but not as hard as Sir would have done them.  I think in time, Miss will be just as effective at spanking my ass as Sir is (if she wants to be).  She just needs some practice.

I had asked miss earlier if she would spank me lightly while we watched movies.  I was not looking for bruising or extreme pain; but I was looking for a light warm feeling on my ass.  I wanted Miss to get more comfortable with touching me, and I thought that it would be beneficial for her to do so during a time that was not necessarily a designated playtime.  I wanted there to be no pressure, and I thought it would be best for her to give me a light spanking where the mood was not necessarily sexual.  It took a little bit of asking and coaxing, but when she finally agreed, I felt no hesitation on her part.  I think it very much had something to do with the spanking I had gotten earlier – a consequence that Sir had told her to deliver.  It was a little push from Sir that she needed to feel comfortable, and after giving me more pain than she was used to, the light, playful spanking must have been a piece of cake.

Laying across her lap and having my ass spanked lightly was a very comforting feeling.  The gentle touch of Miss’s hands and the light warmth that came from my ass turned me on a lot, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.  The more she smacked me, the more the energy around us felt comfortable.  She tugged at my hair as she spanked my ass cheeks, my cries arousing her.  It felt good to be able to play without any awkwardness or shyness.

We still have some kinks to work out, but it is much easier for Miss and I to understand each other now.  I just hope that we continue growing together, and that the bumps in the road do not break us beyond repair.

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