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I hate that fucking paddle.

January 6th, 2015 4 comments

We’ve got this paddle from MauiKink. It’s a really awesome paddle. Sturdy, well made, beautiful.

And I fucking hate it.

I didn’t always, just like I didn’t always have a practically virginal ass.

When it first arrived on our doorstep, I was pretty much in love. Either my pain tolerance was higher back then, or Master was nicer. I’m thinking it’s probably the former. M’s always been a bastard.

This weekend, Master shoved me over the side of the bed, and then picked up the Frat Bat. By the second wallop, I was ready to snatch it from his hands and show him what it felt like. I reared up off the bed, fisted my hands in the comforter, tried with everything in me not to move my ass.

At least half the reason he usually ties me up when he beats me is I’ve never been all that good at mental bondage.

The sex was amazing. The paddle sucked.

In the morning, he rolled over and said, “You were a good girl last night.”

I smiled. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes. And then I said, “I hate that fucking paddle.”

He smiled. We kissed and cuddled some more. And he said, “Then I guess I just have to use it till you love it. You will, you know.”

Bastard.

Scene write-up: There’s a first for everything.

April 3rd, 2013 1 comment

IMG_2759-“Rayne,” he called from the shower.

For a moment, I toyed with the idea of yelling “What?” from the kitchen, but our shower is loud, and it’s made so much louder by our high ceilings. He wouldn’t have heard me.

“Yes?” I asked, as I pushed open the bathroom door.

“Go get the cane out, and bend over the bed. Just wait there.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied, as that odd mixture of anxiety and excitement I get when I know he’s going to play with me built up between my stomach and diaphragm. Read more…

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