Fond Memories of Mistress Blue and a Few Regrets
"Seven-year itch" can mean something other than restlessness in marriage. I received my only adult spanking seven years ago today, an experience I relish but to which I have been unable to arrange a sequel.
Mistress Blue was a kind woman, but uncondescending, and liberated enough not to let my physical disability deter her from administering what was, after all, a consensual beating. She undressed me without ceremony and helped me get into position across her lap. I lay over her lap on my back, she held me in place while I rolled over, then she pulled my arms out from beneath my body. Her lap was a comfortable place to settle into, and if I had been a cat I might have purred.
I had asked her not to put a glove on her spanking hand, because I didn't want anything to come between us, I wanted to feel the full sensation of her flesh against mine when her hand struck me. We agreed we'd take short breaks when her hand needed a rest.
Once I was in position, Mistress Blue first gave me a test swat and asked me to rate its severity from 1 to 10 so she could gauge how hard to spank me. It may have been a test, but I felt it all right. I told her 4, because I wanted to skew my spanking up the harshness ladder.
Even so, even though I sought a hard spanking, what shocked me a little when Mistress Blue started spanking me for real--and this will seem silly--was that a blow from her hand HURT. There was burning, there was pain, and there was a crescendo of rising burning and pain. But I hadn't traveled to her apartment and contributed to her next month's rent to shrink away from this and ask her to ease up. Besides, the ride on her lap was a joy, and the rhythm of her ass slaps was hypnotic. Soon enough, her hand needed a rest, so I didn't have to ask for relief.
During our interludes, I sat next to Mistress Blue on the sofa where she was spanking me. She let me lean in and held me in her arms, which were warm and tender and strong; she let my lips seek hers and we kissed some. Then it was back over her lap for more spanking, and the crescendo toward the unbearable began again.
After a few rounds of spanking and cuddling and spanking again, my spanking was over. I had some bruising on my bottom, I found out later, but I felt relaxed and exhilarated. No feelings of humiliation, no feeling that I had SUBMITTED to a superior force. No, it felt like Mistress Blue had TRANSFERRED some of her power to me. I told her that a spanking from her was like getting what was missing from a good massage. This is a tricky thing: to crave a real beating, not from someone who is brutal, but from a tenderhearted woman who is exercising dominion from a place of kindness.
Mistress Blue met my craving in a generous and satisfying way, but seven years later, I have a few regrets. That is why, with Blue having moved on and with me not knowing how to contact her, I seek a woman to be her successor.
Regret 1: I don't have eyes in the back of my head, so I didn't get to see the lovely arc of her strong arm as she was raining blows on my ass. I loved being settled deep in her lap, but I wish we had done one round of my spanking with me in diaper position so I could have savored the sight, as well as touch and sound, of my spanking.
Regret 2: When Mistress Blue did her test swat, I wished I had rated it 2 or 3 instead of 4. That would have made my spanking harder.
Regret 3: When the crescendo of burning and pain began to reach what I thought was my limit, I wish that, instead of silently hoping that Mistress Blue would be ready to take a break soon, I had asked her to pick up the tempo and spank me even harder. Beyond pain lies...what? I don't know yet.
Zack Quiller
Arcata, California
e-mail: [email protected]
Mistress Blue was a kind woman, but uncondescending, and liberated enough not to let my physical disability deter her from administering what was, after all, a consensual beating. She undressed me without ceremony and helped me get into position across her lap. I lay over her lap on my back, she held me in place while I rolled over, then she pulled my arms out from beneath my body. Her lap was a comfortable place to settle into, and if I had been a cat I might have purred.
I had asked her not to put a glove on her spanking hand, because I didn't want anything to come between us, I wanted to feel the full sensation of her flesh against mine when her hand struck me. We agreed we'd take short breaks when her hand needed a rest.
Once I was in position, Mistress Blue first gave me a test swat and asked me to rate its severity from 1 to 10 so she could gauge how hard to spank me. It may have been a test, but I felt it all right. I told her 4, because I wanted to skew my spanking up the harshness ladder.
Even so, even though I sought a hard spanking, what shocked me a little when Mistress Blue started spanking me for real--and this will seem silly--was that a blow from her hand HURT. There was burning, there was pain, and there was a crescendo of rising burning and pain. But I hadn't traveled to her apartment and contributed to her next month's rent to shrink away from this and ask her to ease up. Besides, the ride on her lap was a joy, and the rhythm of her ass slaps was hypnotic. Soon enough, her hand needed a rest, so I didn't have to ask for relief.
During our interludes, I sat next to Mistress Blue on the sofa where she was spanking me. She let me lean in and held me in her arms, which were warm and tender and strong; she let my lips seek hers and we kissed some. Then it was back over her lap for more spanking, and the crescendo toward the unbearable began again.
After a few rounds of spanking and cuddling and spanking again, my spanking was over. I had some bruising on my bottom, I found out later, but I felt relaxed and exhilarated. No feelings of humiliation, no feeling that I had SUBMITTED to a superior force. No, it felt like Mistress Blue had TRANSFERRED some of her power to me. I told her that a spanking from her was like getting what was missing from a good massage. This is a tricky thing: to crave a real beating, not from someone who is brutal, but from a tenderhearted woman who is exercising dominion from a place of kindness.
Mistress Blue met my craving in a generous and satisfying way, but seven years later, I have a few regrets. That is why, with Blue having moved on and with me not knowing how to contact her, I seek a woman to be her successor.
Regret 1: I don't have eyes in the back of my head, so I didn't get to see the lovely arc of her strong arm as she was raining blows on my ass. I loved being settled deep in her lap, but I wish we had done one round of my spanking with me in diaper position so I could have savored the sight, as well as touch and sound, of my spanking.
Regret 2: When Mistress Blue did her test swat, I wished I had rated it 2 or 3 instead of 4. That would have made my spanking harder.
Regret 3: When the crescendo of burning and pain began to reach what I thought was my limit, I wish that, instead of silently hoping that Mistress Blue would be ready to take a break soon, I had asked her to pick up the tempo and spank me even harder. Beyond pain lies...what? I don't know yet.
Zack Quiller
Arcata, California
e-mail: [email protected]
9 years ago
The best of luck