Relaxing, kinky style

I've had a very dull and stressful vanilla week, with barely a kinky thought. Sometimes life gets like that. Work gets busy and I don't have the time or inclination to day dream as much as I'd like. And I was also off to spend the weekend with some vanilla friends. Although looking forward to it I knew there wouldn't be much time for kinky thoughts then either.

So when I got home from work on Friday I took a short nap to reconnect with my kink and relax myself. I closed my eyes, aimed my thoughts kinkwise and let my mind wander. This is where it took me:

'I was sent to my room to await punishment. Warnings had been given but not heeded. The stern tone enough to brook immediate compliance. This wasn't going to be a gentle reminder to behave. As I made my way out of the room he told me how he expected to find me.

In my room I quickly removed my clothes, putting them away neatly. Then knelt on the bed with my knees apart. I leaned forward with my elbows flat on the bed and head pressed down, leaving my bottom up high in the air. Vulnerable.

He didn't make me wait long. As eager as me to get this punishment over with. He didn't stop to lecture me. Knowing by my quiet submission I already repentant. I felt nervous and exposed. It's always harder for me when he doesn't speak. When I can hear him fetching an implement (or was it implements), but having no idea of what's in store. His disappointment hanging heavy in the air.

The first stoke lands without warning and I struggle to hold onto my position. A tawse. Heavy. Painful. Another lash just as hard. And another. And another. I fight to stay in position. The more I submit and take it, the sooner it will be over. Again and again it lands and I concentrate on not moving. The burn intensifies and my cries increase from whimpers to yelps. He moves it up and down my bottom. Sometimes landing 3 strokes in a row on the same spot. Agonisingly painful.

But I know worse is to come. He waits until I'm crying before moving down to my thighs. The first blinding lash makes me sit up. And I give way to sobs. In defeat I get back down again and suffer the onslaught on my thighs as best I can. I'm squirming on the bed, no longer at all brave, not at all obedient. Every muscle in my body hurts from trying to hold still.

By the time he stops I'm distraught. The pain and shame has overwhelmed me. I collapse on the bed and he waits in silence until I control my tears. I know we're not finished. I know he's waiting. I get back into position, arching my back, presenting my bottom. He stands behind me, hands gently stroking me, reassuring me. I take a deep breath and surrender to him.'

Don't you just love when your mind takes you to such hot places?