staying out of it

Our railway station can be a nightmare in the morning. There is one set of stairs down to our platform and often as many people get off the trains as get on. So if you arrive just as a train gets in you can be prevented from getting down to catch it by the flood of people coming up the stairs.

Now normally in a typically English way we sort it out, everyone coming up tucks themselves over to one side to make way for any late comers to scuttle down to catch their train. This happened the other morning, I was squeezing down through a narrow corridor everyone had helpfully made, K trailing in my wake.

"Scuse me...Scuse me..thank you .....thank you....soory ..ooops...thank you"

Then one twit, a solid sort of bloke in a black military type jacket and with one of those knitted skull caps (also black) saw the gap everyone had left for us to get down and leap into it bounding up the stairs. He had on those big head phones that completely cover you ears. His head was down, shoulders hunched, not looking, the outside world occluded by the music.

It was going to be impossible for us to pass each other, I twisted sideways to make a gap for him but he still slammed into me. Instead of looking up to try and work out what he'd hit, he just pushed forward harder, the whole staircase now jamming up around him.

Unbelievable.

Well as he tried to barge past there was a moment when I had leverage. I'd pulled back as far as I could and as his chest drew level with my shoulder he was off balance between two steps. I didn't exactly ram him, I just rotated my shoulder into his chest. It was enough, he staggered backwards, the crush of bodies just keeping him upright but forcing several people back in the process. His head came up and I briefly saw a flash or realization on his face.

The gap reopened and I pressed on. Behind me I heard a grunt that was probably an obscenity but we were on the platform and jumped onto the train just as the doors shut.

"Phew, close....did you see that idiot?".

"I saw an idiot. Didn't you see what he was wearing? He looked like some sort of para military. He could just as easily have taken a swing at you from behind and knocked you down the stairs and you'd be lying on the platform with a split head."

I thought better of arguing. He had been a jerk. It would be nice if just once K would agree with me on something like this. Why wasn't I the knight in shining armor standing up to the ignorant and inconsiderate??

When we came to part company K gave me my usual kiss but held my arm for a moment longer than usual.

"Look sweetheart, I know that man was being incredibly inconsiderate, and he was clearly in the wrong, but why do you need to be the one who makes an issue of it? He was clearly a thug and I don't really want you in hospital."

She was right of course, I have prior form when it come to not being able to avoid provocation .

"So, I'm going to be a bit late tonight. If you get home first, sit yourself down and do me 200 lines - "I must learn to avoid trouble" and if I'm still not back when you finish go to the corner and wait and have a think. OK?"

I looked down, sulky, he'd been the jerk, how come I was in trouble?

"Yeah OK.....ummm.....pants down?" Often when I'm doing lines I have to do them with my pants down even if I'm not getting spanked, helps get the message across according to K.

"No, we'll see about that when I get home"

Great, not giving anything away. I'd rather she'd just said one way or another if I was getting spanked, even if I didn't think I deserved it, just so I'd know and not spend the whole day in suspense.
Well she was right, I got home first and sat down and got on with my lines. K still wasn't home when I finished. Now I could have sat down ad read the paper until I heard her at the door and then gone to the corner, but that's not how it works. So I got up and went and put myself in the corner and waited.

If being taken by someone else and made to stand in the corner feels funny, taking yourself there when there is no one in the house feels even more odd, but I did it anyway, hands behind my back and listened to the silent house and waited.

Its a funny sort of meditative state you get into just standing with nothing to look at or listen to.

K's point was entirely right, she was looking after me, in the same way that I had tried to look after her by clearing a path to get her onto her train. But pushing and shoving had been pretty silly and she was right, one day it will backfire.

I'd got the point by now and my back was starting to get stiff. I wondered when she'd get home and if the point would be emphasized on my bottom when she did.

I'd been in the corner a good while when K finally did get home. I heard her moving around behind me, a murmur of approval as she leafed through my pages of lines.

"Well"

"He was wrong, everyone could see, there was no point in me reacting, it didn't achieve anything and it could have got me hurt which you want to avoid and I should to." It probably sounded kind of muffled as I was still in the corner at this point.

"Good. Your turn to cook tonight? I'm starving?"

Footsteps retreating into the bedroom as K went to gt changed. I decided I was excused from the corner and started rummaging in the fridge for food............having first run my lines through the shredder!

R

Was it that obvious?

I was at a conference today, quite few people in one of those largeish conference auditoriums, speakers up on a stage.  It was half way through the  afternoon session and I'd slipped out for a comfort break.  

My seat was quite near the front and in the middle of a row and I'd caused a certain amount of disruption getting out.

So when I came back in I loitered at the back of the room waiting for a suitable break in proceedings to slip back to my seat.  The presentation droned on and I gradually settled to the back of the room, standing against the back wall.

I'd been standing there a little while when another delegate came in.  A woman.  I  recognized her although I couldn't quite work out where from.  She hovered for a moment looking for a vacant seat she could quietly slip into and then saw me.  I smiled in partial recognition.   She smiled back although looking a little quizzical trying to work out what I was doing there;  there were clearly some empty seats left in the room.

She came over towards me, still scanning the room for the nearest seat, and paused next to me, looking me up and down, standing on my own against the wall at the back of the room.

"Have you been naughty?"  she asked smiling.

Fortunately, almost as the words came out of her mouth the speaker finished,  she spotted a seat and swept past me to take it before the next presentation started without waiting for the answer.

Which was lucky because I could feel to colour rushing to my face as my mouth opened and closed several times, no sound coming out.

Of course, as it would happen, I had been............naughty that is.  

That morning.

Was it that obvious?

R

Its not all about you

Most blog writing on this subject is directed to the experience of the recipient. Even blogs written by those who administer the spankings tend to describe whats happening on the other end of the hairbrush, what the recipient is doing, how they react etc. You could be forgiven for thinking that the whole thing is about them, that we are just here as a vehicle for delivering the disciplinary experience and to report what we see, which I suppose is understandable, the recipient not being in a position to see much and somewhat distracted.

But it isn't just about them. The act of delivering discipline when its needed is just as profound an experience for me as it is for R. Sometimes that gets overlooked.

Now last Saturday was typical of R in so many ways. Disgruntled at having to help me with shopping, distracted, impatient with shop assistants who if ineffectual were just trying to help, driving aggressively in the Saturday traffic which is totally pointless, it moves as fast as it moves and so on.

The effect of this over the course of the morning is like Chinese water torture on my patience, drip, drip, drip, drip, my temper slowly building. I think he knew he was pushing it, he should know by now and the fact that he kept it up irritated me more, drip, drip.

The final straw came when navigating a narrow double parked road near our house.  Despite being two way only one car can get through so you have to hop in and out of gaps and let cars going the other way through, and they have to do the same to you. If everyone behaves its fine, if a little slow. R hurled the car forward trying to jump to a gap that was way too far when there was another car already committed to coming the other way. A stand off ensued and politely the other car backed up even though it was clearly our fault for coming too far.

When we got out of the car outside our house I let rip, I'd just had enough. I told R in a very loud very clear voice that I was taking him inside to give him a spanking.

He flinched and cast a panicky look around to see if anyone could have heard. Now to him it looked like I was completely erupting. In a way I was but the tiny subconscious rational bit of my brain that stops me blurting things like that out in front of witnesses had scanned the street, found it safe and cleared my mouth to fire away. Seeing him flinch felt great. Saying it out loud, having that word, roll out of my mouth loud and clear was an incredible pressure release, like popping a Champagne cork. It triggered an immediate adrenalin rush and I stopped feeling tense and grumpy. In one word, uttered out loud on the pavement, I felt better, if a little giddy.

I grabbed his arm and embellished as I jerked him inside. He was getting his pants taken down, going to be put across my knee, have his bare bottom spanked until it was red and sore, be taught a lesson. The words just rolled out, each explicit phrase another blast of steam released and I felt better still with each one. R writes about the effect it has on him when I use spank-talk, how it heightens his awareness, creates mental images, embarassses him to be confronted with these clear descriptions of what I'm going to do. But thats just about him. This is like chocolate to me, my guilty indulgence. Spank-talk is the language of our little secret, words we can't say at any other time; even dirty sex talk gets used in everyday convesation. I love saying them out loud, especially outdoors where someone might (but probably won't) hear. The words feel marvellously naughty as they roll out, each one gives me a little shiver of excitiement, another shot of adrenelin, a little thrill at the power of being able to use them out loud, when I want.

I pushed him into the kitchen and ordered his pants down then lingered behind, rather enjoying watching how quickly he rushed to comply and how much he fumbled in doing so. Then I grabbed a chair, and ordered his bare bottom presented across my lap. He wouldn't meet my eye as he slid into position, another good feeling. A deep breath in to savour the prospect of what lay ahead, steam still being released but blood pounding. We'd been in the house less than a minute.

I brought my hand down as hard as I could. R works out and his gleuts are hard. Its like smacking a table top, it hurts me more than him but it provides a physical connection that you just don't get with an implement. The physical shock of the impact ran up my arm, another intense sensation. I smacked away for as long as I could, enjoying the immediacy of the contact. My hand got sore quickly, it jars my wrist and elbow also. I wrung my hand a few times to help me keep going but when my arm finally gave out I stopped. R only had a small pink patch on his bottom and had been completely still and silent throughout. It hadn't hurt him at all but it had made me feel much better. That was fine, this hadn't been about him, this was for my benefit.

I told him to stand up and go and fetch me slipper and a 10 minute hourglass timer. It not a slipper really, its more like a flip fop, but made of stiff leather not rubber. "Slipper" is a sort of generic euphemism embedded in the DD vocabulary. The first spanking R ever got was with a leather sandal and although I tend to use other implements more these days, I've always had at least one pair sandals or similar designated for "slippering" use. The heel is just a nice fit in the palm of my hand, the wider toe section is a nice size for distributing the impact and stiff leather makes a really good crisp smack sound. Its really a very satisfying form of spanking.

R tried to pull up his pants as he went off in search of the slipper but I told him to leave them round his ankles so that he had to shuffle through the house then back again. If the hand spanking had been for my benefit, this was now much more about him. His punishment for behaving badly. There would be no lying motionless in silence for this bit. 10 minutes worth would have his bottom red and stinging, kicking and making plenty of noise. I was quite calm now as I waited for him to shuffle back with the slipper for me, ready to give this the careful methodical treatment it needed. Which of course I did.

Now if R had written about this incident, he would have described the slippering and cornetime afterwards in some detail and glossed over the hand spanking. I suppose from his perspective its entirely understandable.

But darling its not just about you is it?

We know he knows that don't we...........[winks]

Hugs, K .

Motivation

I used to have one of those motivational posters, a picture of a basketball hoop with the caption 

"PERSISTENCE......you will miss 100% of the shots you don't take"

Cheesy but it struck a chord and I had it on my wall for years.

Then I started seeing lots of these aound the web and it looked like you could make your own, and indeed you can.  There is a website which you can use to create them just make up your caption, add a picture and away you go.

So, seeing as its been raining and I'm stuck indoors, I've been playing around a bit.

Here is one, I've done a few others which may get posted over coming  weeks.

If anyone else wants to have a go.....I'm happy to add other contributions.

R

A correction

I've always been pretty dismissive of those who exaggerate their spankings. 

It only takes a few swats with a hardwood paddle..............and if its on the bare you need first aid..........

I've a lot more time for someone who will confess to 20 swats than someone who says they can spend an hour being paddled with nothing to show the follwing morning.

So I'm compelled to issue this correction.  

When I set my LOL forfiet I chose a paddle we'd had for a while and I described its properties in detail in the last post.  It was for one of those beach games with a ball.  I used the generic name a "jokari bat" in the same way some people call all vacum cleaners "hoovers", and copied an image off the internet.

Well, the success of my LOL paddling and Miss Betty's less than helpful comments got K interested so I did dome research.  

A proper Jokari bat is made of solid beech wood, is quite thick and is the perfect shape for smacking.  If used with any energy on a bare bottom, it will leave quite an impression.  

I have never had it,  but looking at the pictures I'm sure this is right.

Our Bat is not a Jokari bat. 

It is for beach tennis, but its made of ply and is much wider, so the impact of a smack is more widely spread and the ply is significantly lighter than solid beech. So my decision to take 100 with it was well judged.  Yes it got me good and red and it stung, but I was a million miles from what the effect would have been with  a proper Jokari bat.  

100 with that on the bare with a proper Jokari bat.............no way.

This is an actual picture of our bat -

OK, I'm glad I straightened that out.

Now for the bad news..........K has told me to go on Ebay and find a Jokari bat.  "one of the Pro ones with the leather grip, like Miss Betty describes....."

Great, just great.

R

LOL - the forfiet

Wow.

Well first of all, THANK YOU to everyone who participated, a record breaking response.

Apart from the sheer quantity, the fact that several true lurkers have come out for the first time, do please feel free to continue to contribute, was great and I was amazed with the number of responses which came in almost immediately.  People do actually track my blog and/or check it daily.   

Its also nice to have had old friends say Hi, Miss Betty who has been chatting with us for years, Hermione who started her blog about the same time I relaunched here on blogger and Alyx, who some how, some way, I am going to pay back for the multi-post stunt!!!!!!!!!

Well, so much for the niceties.  Its now time to pay up.

Those of you who have been reading for a while will know it is somewhat in my nature to try these attention seeking stunts, and that they invariably backfire on me.  Last year I wasn't precise enough about what I would get whacked with and what might have been a playful wriggle over K's lap became a stinging-sore-to-sit-on session with the paddle.  Served me right K told me later.  A few years ago I pulled a stunt about typo's...smacks for typos.  Well the HTML went haywire and my carefully checked post was rendered gobbledygook.....another meal eaten standing up!!

This year I chose the Jokari bat and tried to be more precise about the stakes.  I thought I'd learned from past mistakes.  You all know about our paddle, oak, stings, used only through clothes.  Well the bat was a deliberate choice, it has a bigger surface area and although it has a fair amount of weight, the ply wood has more give in it than hardwood.  So you get a WHAP! or a THWAP!, rather than the CRACK! of the oak paddle, you feel it but its more bearable.  

To be fair to everyone who participated I wanted my LOL forfeit to have some real teeth - the bat is not a toy, but not confuse things by chosing something I get punished with when I've been naughty. 

The bat is one of a number of things we've tested out but which has never made it onto K's first team rota "Satisfying to swing, not as effective as the paddle or bathbrush, and possibly too much for a misdemeanor spanking..and I prefer the hairbrush for hard spankings"  was K's verdict. 

So, as Goldilocks would say, it was in the bit-too-hard-bit-too-soft no-mans land and has largely been neglected.  

It seemed the prefect choice for my LOL forfeit.

I just didn't count on the level of responses.

This is the tally -33 comments.  Of which 2 were about other peoples relationships.  I offered extras for this by email.  K has pointed out that as comments get notified by email, these count-.  

So that's 31 x 2 = 62, plus 2 comments as email =12. 

74.

In addition I got three emails, one of which was just a hi, so 3 for that and two were more informative, so 6 each = 15.

89!!!

Then K sent me an email this morning which shouldn't count but I didn't exclude her, so technically it does, 6 more.

95!!!!

Last year we did the forfeit in real time.  I typed while I got whacked.  This year we are doing something similar.  This morning K posted a comment saying we would settle up when we got back from the shops.  Well I had 2 hours of trailing around the shops with her.  When we got back we agreed I'd do this introductory bit first. K is downstairs waiting with the bat and now that I've put it off for as long as possible its time to go down and take my forfeit.

Well, a deal's a deal......................   

   

[Some little while later............

Well.  OK..........OWWWWWWWW!!

I'm back.  I'm kneeling not sitting.  I've had my forfeit which as usual has backfired into a walloping that whilst not a punishment, was somewhat more than a joke.

So, here's what happened.

I went downstairs. k was waiting, grinning broadly.  She loves it when I get myself into these scrapes.  She could let me off with light smacks, but its not in her nature to do that (or mine to want her to if I'm honest) so I knew I was in for it.

"Well?"  picking up the bat, weighing its balance in her hands.

"...[gulp]   err......95  I make it "

"Well,well,  the price of popularity.  You know what happens, you pull these stunts, you pay the forfeit.  I'm not sure I approve of attention seeking like this, you didn't need to offer the smacks.  Lets make it a round number shall we.........an even hundred?"

"b.....b...buu....but..95 is........"

"So close to 100  you won't notice, you'll be howling the house down well before 90!"  

K grinned again, she was relishing this.  So much for hoping she would enter into the spirit  of LOL day........well maybe she was????

"Lets start with these down"  K dropped the bat, undid my trousers and pulled them down.  "Step out please"

So I stepped out of my pants, now naked from the waist down.

"Right, mmmm....nice bare bottom, ready for whacking......touch your toes please"  K picked up the bat and moved around behind me and began addressing the target with little taps  "right the an even hundred.....you'll count ?"

I waited.  Nothing happened.

"Second thoughts, you'll need more support I think, over to the armchair"  

Implements that get used regularly have, through trial and error their optimal positions so this doesn't happen often, or maybe K was just having fun, but I was lead by the hand across the room and draped over the back of the armchair.

"All the way forward please, feet off the ground"

THWAP

"oooow ...one"

THWAP

"Ahhhh oow  two"

"Ninety eight to go, bit soon to be making such a fuss.  remember darling, you set the rules for this forfeit!"

THWAP

And so it went on.  I won't bore you with the details of the next 97.  It took a while, we paused after each 20. I got to stand up and have a rub. 

K teased me mercilessly throughout.  

Don't get me wrong, this wasn't a beating, something that would happen if I'd misbehaved.  My bottom was crimson red and getting roasted and I was hopping around the living room but could still see the funny side of it.  It was only the second last set - 60 to 80 that I was kicking about so much that the chair nearly went flying and so for the last 20 K took me to the sofa, laid me on my back and held my legs up - diaper position.  Those really did sting, more like a proper punishment, but we got them over quickly

"All right, all done.  How was that ?  Worth it?"  

K was flushed,  loose stands of hair falling across he face.  I was up off th esofa having counted my 100, rubbing furiously.

Funnily enough I grinned despite it.

"Yeah, it was actually...........but OWWW.........and thank you"

"You are very welcome darling.......now I  think I'm changing my view on this bat.   Maybe we'll keep it out.........or maybe I'll just save it for next years LOL forfeit.........."

 

"But you said you didn't approve of these stunts........."

"Well........"  K turned the bat over in her hand reflectively smiling   "lets talk about that this time next year...................oh, and next year I'm setting the terms of the forfeit...........off you go upstairs now and tell everyone all about your forfeit.........and leave you pants there."  

They were in a pile on the floor where I'd stepped out of them.  

"We'll stay in tonight and you can stay bare bottomed until bedtime, I think you'll need it"

So there we are. 

LOL 2009.  Thanks to everyone for participating.......the team at google, the makers of Jokari bats (do they have any idea what they really get used for?)  and of course especially K without whom this post, and indeed this blog would not exist.

R

Love our Lurkers 2009

Last year we celebrated Love our Lurkers day.

Well its time to do it again......thanks to Bonnie for suggesting it.

Lurkers are the silent majority who read our blogs but who don't comment or say hi.

This is the day we say Hi back and thanks for taking an interest. 

Its also your chance to de-lurk, even just for today

.

{A group lurkers had dropped by to introduce themselves....} 

So like last year I'm going to add an incentive - for each comment on this post I'm going to take two swats with the  Jokari bat, on the bare!!

For anyone who cares to send an email (see my profile for this) to say hi, I'll make it three - six if you say something interesting about YOUR DD relationship....

So, there it is.....just one little comment;  just say hi..........or an email

Oh, and naturally I'll write it all up afterward.......this you may remember produced some quite unintended consequences last year!!

R