Friday, September 6, 2013

Wood or Leather

Wood or leather? Wood or leather? That is what he was contemplating aloud last night as he held one of each type paddle in his hands. I knew it wasn't a question directed at me, so I said nothing. He had already removed the silky little shorts I had been wearing and I laid on  the bed waiting for him to decide.

He finally made a decision, it would be both. It took me no more than the blink of an eye to get in position. Ahhh, the sigh of contentment escaped the second the first swat of the leather paddle connected. It didn't take long for my backside to feel as if it was glowing. He seemed to enjoy the running commentary he was providing as he went about it too.

"How about a stripe here?" Or, "Oh, look, it says bitch there, maybe we should make it say bitch here too." And finally, " your ass is pretty red, that seems like a good enough warm up."

He paused a moment to check the nether regions, inquiring as he probed my folds, if I was wet. I was, which pleased him greatly. I didn't even have time to catch my breath before he took the magic paddle in hand and returned his attention to my now nicely warmed backside.

Oh, the first sting of the wood side made me about leap off the bed. However, that did not deter him from his task at hand. He would alternate between the sting of the wood side and the thud of the suede side of the paddle, occasionally rubbing in between.

I was soon reduced to a panting pile of mush. I was in that wonderful place where I would willingly do whatever he wanted of me. Turns out what he wanted to do was ring every last orgasm from my body and then push for more.

Time did not exist as my body reacted to his ministrations. My body contorted, twisting and turning in a vain effort to get closer to the source of the pleasure, him. I was a quivering, mewling mess, begging him to stop while simultaneously begging for more.

There comes a point when he builds me to fever pitch, that nothing but him inside me will quench the fire. I was definitely at that point and begging him to fuck me was the only thing I could do.

With nights like that, it's no wonder I miss my empty house.

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  1. Oh the tough decisions that must be made, leather or wood :-)

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    1. I'm just glad I don't have to make those decisions, cause if I did, it would always be both :)

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  2. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. Sure you are glad he is making them. Especially since he found you were wet. A good old-fashioned hand spanking is good, too.

    FD

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    1. Yep, I am definitely glad I don't have to make those decisions. About the only time he uses his hand is when it's a fly by swatting.

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  3. But it's nights like that to keep in mind when the house is full and all you will have is the memory until the next "empty" night.

    How is that new grandbaby?

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    1. I'm doing my best to embrace those memories without also feeling the regret that we aren't able to do that as often as we would like.

      The new grandbaby is doing great :)

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  4. Oh i liked this....absolutley why have to decide between the 2 when both will do lol

    Personally i prefer leather..im a bit of a wimple when it comes to wooden paddles!

    x

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    1. I was thrilled he decided on both, he doesn't often use multiple instruments in one session. He's not a big believer in warm ups either. Personally I love both and I very much love when he uses both in one session, the differences between the two really get me going.

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  5. when in doubt, employ them both, heck, employ them all! Ah, now I miss my BIKSS.

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    1. Sorry I made you miss BIKKS, hope you get to see him soon. Musicman isn't one for using multiple instruments, but maybe that's changing. One can always hope :)

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  6. Oh, I would have leather over wood any day. I love it when they tease you with the idea you have a choice. More the merrier when you drift into the state of mush.

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    1. I honestly don't have a preference between the two. They both have there advantages and I love the difference in the sensations.

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  7. Oh...yay! Yay for empty houses! Yay for leather! Yay for wood! and yay for both! :-) Hugs How's the sweet granddaughter?

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    1. Yay is right, it was an unexpected, but very much needed, opportunity that we took full advantage of. I shudder to think when that opportunity will come again, not soon enough for me, that I know. The grandbaby is doing great :)

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