Saturday afternoon we went upstairs to watch a movie. Yes, we spend quite a bit of time in our bedroom, that's why I want a smaller house, we don't need all this room. Anyway, unbeknownst to me, he had other plans. The movie was just a ruse to get me upstairs. He doesn't need a ruse, he could have just told me, but that's just not in his DNA.
So, there I sit, on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to decide what movie to put in when he gets up and goes over to the headboard of the bed. He announces he needs to decide what implement he wants to use. I believe my response was, "you don't have to pick just one."
His response was to pick up the magic paddle and toss it onto the lounge. He walks over to where I'm sitting, pulls me up and without further conversation undresses me. That takes less then a nano second since all I was wearing was a skirt and top. Then he faces me towards the lounge, pushes me into position and picks up the paddle.
I'm not sure why he decided my nips would be a good place to hold me in position by, but it was effective. So was the very thorough paddling he dispensed. It started out fast and furious and continued on in that vein for I have no idea how long. All I could do was breathe, the pain was intense, but so was the pleasure bursting around and within me.
At one point I didn't think I could handle much more, but I didn't say a word, cause I knew it was exactly what I needed. When he let go of the girls and delivered a particularly hard swat, I raised right up into his arms and grabbed hold of him like a dying women to a life raft. I remember hearing him ask me if I needed more. I don't know if I answered, but he gave me more and kept giving me more until I was literally melting into him, my face buried in his shoulder gasping for breath.
I remember him asking me if I was gonna cum, it's been know to happen. I also remember thinking, NO, but my body surprised me. Just him saying that, at that moment, set me off. The only thing after that I really remember is some incredibly satisfying sex. Subspace has a way of making my memory very fuzzy even though in the moment everything is crystal clear.
After some recovery time we went on about our day, watched a movie, had some dinner, watched another movie. Yes, it's very cold here where we live and I'm not a snow bunny, so I watch a lot of movies during the winter. I could definitely still feel the effects of the earlier spanking all evening. He proceeded to check my backside several times too. He did that cause he left bruises on me. Like most subs, I don't mind the bruises, he however, does not care for them.
The constant checking and the stinging in my butt really focused me quite nicely. I even thought quite a bit about something I wanted to do for him. Something that he likes me to do, but I find almost impossible to do. Doesn't matter what that something actually is, it's just one of my quirky little inhibitions. Besides, I've mentioned it here before, so if anyone is interested they can figure it out.
I had managed to convince myself over the course of the evening that I was gonna bite the bullet, I was gonna do this thing for him without him even having to ask. For the record, I never do it when he asks. The only time I've been able to successfully do this thing is when he is being very dominant and insists that I do it. When he tells me instead of asking and doesn't take no for answer, I do it and it works wonderfully well.
This is where I botched it. We went to bed, the lights where out, he was initiating intimacy. All's good so far, then as if he read my mind, he indicated, in that non verbal way of his, what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to do the very thing I had previously convinced myself I would do.
I have no idea what happened, or why I couldn't do it, but I couldn't. I suppose for some reason I wasn't feeling his dominance, that is something I need to feel to do this thing. He apparently wasn't feeling much in the dominant mood either, cause he let me not do it. I wonder if he realizes that if he just would have said something, anything that would have indicated to me that I couldn't get out of it, I would have done it? Probably not. Oh well, maybe next time.