Before I begin describing the rest of our Friday night adventure, I thought I’d answer some questions. For the curious, here’s some information about the delrin cane Dan has been spanking me with; it’s 30 inches long, 11 mm thick, and it’s made of an extremely durable plastic. Here’s a closeup so you can see more details. And, yes, that ruler does have the Golden Rule printed on it. That rule doesn’t always apply in this household though, which is fine by me.
This large delrin cane is flexible but heavy so it delivers a very thuddy stroke. I prefer this cane to our rattan cane because of the thud factor. The effect is a deep, burning thud. Our thinner delrin canes can really leave a stinging sensation so it’s a toss up between them and the rattan. It’s one line of fire versus another and I really can’t decide which is better. In case you’re interested, Dan bought our delrin canes from Prysm Creations and you can find them here.
So that’s the delrin cane that’s been making quite an impression on me. I’m sorry to say that my tough bottom has resisted being marked long enough for me to get a picture of the marks though. It’s ridiculous.
I guess I’ve been getting spanked for so many years (don’t ask) that my bottom has become extremely resistent to marking. Dan spanks me and spanks me, and I’m lucky if my bottom gets even a little blush. He says he can feel the heat radiating from my bottom, but otherwise, there’s very little to go by. It’s a good thing he doesn’t go by color only.
After I made that post Friday night, I went and changed into a little white tennis skirt and my “I ‘heart’ spankings” pink tshirt. I wanted to make sure the mood was right, after all. Then I went into his office, told Dan I was ready when he was, grabbed a spanking movie, and got it set up. I was bent over in front of the tv putting in the movie when Dan walked in and complimented me on the view. The little skirt had ridden up over my bottom-most cheeks exposing them and the lacy pink thong I was wearing.
With the mood set, it didn’t take much encouragement before I was agreeing to a spanking plan for the movie. Dan thought three strokes before the movie, three strokes halfway through, and three strokes after the movie was acceptable. They were going to be hard strokes, too. That was a compromise btw. He’d suggested less strokes but at full strength. I had to do some serious bargaining to get to nine hard strokes.
Ummm…I’m starting to think my bargaining skills are lacking. But considering my very sore bottom, I decided to go for more strokes at less intensity.
I’d gone a few hours without a spanking so I wasn’t too concerned as I placed myself over the sofa arm for the first three strokes. My skirt went over the sofa with me so my bottom was bared for the cane and ready. I knew I was still sore but it wasn’t until Dan began his aiming taps on my bottom that I realized just how sore I was. If I could feel the taps…uh-oh.
The first stroke landed on the lower part of my bottom and I squealed as I beat my hands against the sofa cushions. Yeowch! That one burned deep. I was just getting used to that stroke when the second one landed. It was so close to the other that it just set that entire area ablaze. I kicked my feet and gyrated myself further over the sofa arm. Big mistake as the strokes were moving further down as Dan went and that put my sit spot directly in the strike zone.
The third stroke landed across the crease between my bottom and thigh with the tip striking my upper thigh. I did a lot of yelping and rubbing as I leaped up and hopped around in front of the sofa. Satisfied, Dan suggested we get the movie going. Oh, goody, I’d get to sit down.
The sofa is soft though so it wasn’t too ouchie to sit. We started the movie and did our usual running commentary as it moved along. It was a little slow going at first with one of those long drawn-out hand spankings that don’t seem to do anything. It was pat, pat, pat, followed by fake moaning. Dan threatened that if that guy in the movie didn’t start doing some real spanking soon he’d have to start spanking me to make up for it. I was about to get worried when the pace finally picked up.
When we reached the halfway mark of the movie, we decided it was time for our spanking break. Over the sofa arm I went again, bare bottom up and ready. I was a little concerned but I figured my tough bottom could handle it. I was more than willing after all.
The first stroke was a definite bun burner and I bucked my hips up and down over that sofa arm trying to put out the fire. Dan told me to be still for the next one so I settled down. I sure didn’t want a stroke that was off the target.
Tap, tap, tap…fire. That’s when the begging started. I tried to bargain my way out of the last stroke, but I finally decided I could do it. I’m tough and I knew once the initial fire died down, the after burn would be worth it. I settled down and presented my bottom for the third stroke. It was a good one, too!
I grabbed my bottom, rubbed, squealed, and behaved like any well-spanked bottom does. Eventually I eased my way back onto the sofa and we started the movie again. In between movie related comments, I started my bargaining technique again. I didn’t have much luck with that because Dan slipped his fingers into my thong and discovered how wet I was.
I might have been pleading and trying to get out of that caning, but the truth was that I was enjoying my incredibly sore bottom. I can’t help it; the harder my bottom is spanked, the wetter I get. Once my bottom is sore, I can’t get enough.
Luckily for my poor left cheek, Dan did decide to change sides to give my right cheek a break from the tip of the cane. It sounded good to me! I’m always for spreading the joy.
The movie eventually ended and I bent over the back of another chair to give Dan access to my other side. I gripped the side of the chair tightly and waited for the first stroke. After measuring the stroke, Dan pulled back and landed the cane low across my bottom. That was the most spanked part of my bottom so that stroke seared across my bottom. I rose up on my tiptoes and hissed, trying not to get out of position.
I know the next two strokes weren’t as hard as the others, but they still burned deep and intense. For just a moment, I thought I was home-free, but I was mistaken.
Dan took me right back to the sofa arm, pushed me over, and began paddling me with that leather paddle again. I immediately began begging him to stop using that paddle which was the wrong thing to say. He agreed and informed me if I didn’t want the paddle then I must want the hairbrush. I’d forgotten the brush was there by his chair. Oh crap!
It wasn’t a long spanking, but he didn’t hold back either. I was practically dancing across that sofa’s arm. At some point, when Dan was satisfied with his work, we moved into the bedroom. We made intense love that was heightened by my sore bottom and the cocobola clamps that were firmly attached to my nipples. With Dan’s every thrust, those heavy clamps bounced and swayed, pulling my pinched nipples even more. Every move also kept me very aware of my sore, throbbing bottom. Dan even said he could feel my hot bottom against him. Hot, hot, hot!
*sigh* That was Friday night and I haven’t even gotten to our play on Saturday. You know, I argued against starting Dan’s New Regime for months, sure I wouldn’t enjoy the experience. Now that we’ve tried it, I think I might enjoy it after all. I just hope Dan doesn’t get tired trying to keep my bottom sore. That is his goal and I’m in full support of it! How could I not support that?
Sunday was declared No Spanking Sunday which sort of worked, but I’m still behind one day with the spanking details since I didn’t get to Saturday here. Tomorrow is another day though, it’s time for bed for now.
