If at First You Don't Succeed

The new spanking bench arrived on Friday -- at the end of a very long and challenging week.  We were too exhausted to even open the box.  It sat in the middle of the living room floor.  We looked at it and went to bed. 

Saturday, we had an unexpectedly full day.  Because.  On Friday, Master sent T off to buy a brand new, tiny little, cuter than cute ... Smart Car.  Quite the piece of wheeling and dealing that resulted in that coup, and completely out of the blue...  So a good part of our day on Saturday was spent in picking up the new car, and getting acquainted with the new car, and all of the details that go with that business.  I managed to get all my weekend teacher work done, and so the day proceeded.

We did get around to unpacking that new bench.  It was mostly assembled except that the padded kneeling platform needed to be attached with 4 screws.  That bit of carpentry required the retrieval of some of Grandpa's furniture clamps from the high shelf in the garage, but it was entirely doable.  Master looked at the thing and was ambivalent about attaching that kneeling pad.  He tested it and found it uncomfortable -- not surprising since He avoids kneeling on the bionic knee...

I fussed off and on all day, wondering if there were ever going to  be time to play.  He felt surprised that I even wanted to play.  More of our awkward dance with one another...  Still, we went to bed on Saturday evening looking forward to the possibility that we might play in the morning.

When morning arrived, we got ourselves up and sized up the potential for the new bench.  He's been thinking that the bench would allow for some pretty stringent restraint, allowing Him to play with me at a much higher level.  We pulled out most of the collection of cuffs and straps and belts that might make restraint on the bench possible, and I got myself draped over the thing and worked to find a comfortable position.

No such luck!  Gravity worked to make the whole business difficult.  The weight of my legs pulled my body back up the incline, and that caused pinching along my mons and pressure on the bottom of my rib cage.  Both of those issues created significant discomfort, and the pushing against my ribs made it feel as if I couldn't breathe.  I struggled to accommodate it; trying to hold myself up off the platform in order to draw a breath, but becoming more and more frustrated and freaked out as time passed. 

We didn't get very far into the session before I was frantic and begging for some sort of help to either endure the misery or find a more comfortable position.  He tried to help me figure it out, but we finally just gave it up, hoping to figure it out another time.  He did take some pictures (don't look if you have issues with old, naked bodies).  I told Him that I really thought the thing would be more comfortable and easier to deal with if we went ahead and attached the kneeler.  He was surprised but willing to try that if I thought it would work better for me.

Then we switched off to an interesting Amish-made stool that He got from His dad's place, and which He's been fantasizing about using to "spank people" for years.  That was better than the bench, although the head down position required seemed to aggravate the chest congestion that I've been battling for the last few weeks.  Arrghhh!

As if all of that finagling wasn't frustrating enough for the two of us, T arrived to announce that the car we were hoping to use to move the last of Grandpa's furniture wouldn't start.  Time to call for roadside assistance and talk to the tow truck guy and ...  So, we put all the goodies away for another day.

It wasn't one of our best encounters.  We did learn a couple of things that will hopefully make the next time better.  We did get the kneeler pad installed.  We did get the car running again.  We did get all the last furniture bits moved.  We did watch the final game of the Olympic hockey tournament.  And tomorrow is Monday.  Another busy week coming at us.  We'll come back around to this when we can...

swan 

Sunday Spanking

Things here have been, at best, in a state of upheaval. Over the weekend, t's Mom was moved from the hospital to a rehab center where it appears she is receiving excellent care.
We are hopeful that the rehabilitation professionals are going to be able to return her to functioning enough to return her to her home and independence, but we are at least equally fearful that will not be possible. It is a continuous drain on all of us, but for t it is pretty devastating.



Then, for whatever reason, swan is really struggling with her return to school this year. She is enjoying her new class. She has one of her larger classes ever and it comes to her with a reputation of being a class of "bad kids"... a whole group of recalcitrant, incorrigible, bad sixth grade boys and girls. She is thrilled. They are her favorite type of kids, and so far she has them enthralled, engaged, and eating directly from her hand. The previous year's teachers are in awe, in that they considered leaving their teaching careers from dealing with this bunch (perhaps not a bad idea if they have fifth graders who can hornswoggle them:) Yet she is missing our more leisurely summer schedule with lots of time for her to take care of me, walks, touching, sex, spanking, intimacy, etc. She has it in her head that what with my lacking her full attention I will be lost to another. She is making noises about being unworthy to have me, that I should get a "real woman," etc. This is a cyclical issue, and if it continues she may well find herself receiving the reassurance she was granted back in 2007, and which is documented in this series of posts:

March 31,2007
April 1,2007
April 2, 2007

Sunday morning I was ready to spank and reconnect sexually. I was hoping too to reassure her. I decided to photograph this session.



Here you see her pre-session picture. I have often thought as I took after spanking pics that you should be able to see what a glorious sight swan is in position submitting to a blistering,and I have regretted not capturing that preliminary image. This time I have remedied that oversight.


Fairly early on in her session, after some hand spanking and a paddling with the leather side of the fur paddle she freaked out, slipping down off the couch and out of position. I quite firmly required her to get back into position and then fetched wrist cuffs and our spreader bar. Once restrained, she never "budged" from position again.

You can see here the repertoire of spanking implements I collected to use prior to this session.

They were all employed at least once....some more than once. Besides that as we progressed I added both the signal whip (fifty licks) and the (if you read here regularly, you know hysterically fearfully anticipated) new rubber bull whip (12 licks). She was remarkably stoic....even for her.

The aftermath picture below does not do justice to swan's bottom post session. She'd had a heroic blistering. Just as we finished, t arrived home from staying overnight at her mother's so she could visit her Saturday night and Sunday morning. She really cringed when she saw her sister heart's bottom and the array of implements she had been whipped with when she walked in on us.

I am feeling that swan needs the reassurance that spanking and perhaps even serious discipline instill for her to recover her faith in us, and more importantly, in herself. Work. work, work, ... a sadist Master's work is never done, but challenging as it may be I will rise to the occasion.

~~You were awesome in your session my sweet, and I loved the wonder of your submission. You are now and will remain Mine Always and All Ways, no matter what comes.~~

All the best everyone,

Tom

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've imagined.

Bondage Furniture for Sale

We have two pieces of bondage furniture that we have decided to sell. They are both in good shape, and have had only minimal use. The biggest problem with them is that my tall frame just doesn't fit in or on them very well, and we'd like to find something that works better. To do that, we need to get these pieces out of our space. If you are within driving distance and can pick them up, we can arrange that. If we need to ship them to you, we'll expect that you would pay for the shipping.

We are offering these items here first. It feels better to us to perhaps have them go to someone that we know through the blog. If you are interested, drop an email to Himself (Raheretic@cs.com).

Kneeling Spanking Bench --

This is a padded, one of a kind, piece of furniture. Master originally paid $450.00 for it. When in use, the bottom, kneels on the floor and their head goes through the locking neck stock. There are restraints, or restraint points, for the knees and wrists. The neck closure has a lock, and a head strap helps to support the neck once in position. This item is small enough to be stored out of sight in a standard size closet. Asking price: $250.00

Stocks --

These are used with the bottom standing in a bent over position. I originally purchased them as a gift for Master and paid $495.00. There are moveable openings for the ankles as well as for the head and wrists. It all locks with cotter pins. Asking price: $350.00

swan

More Ottoman Dreams

Perhaps some will remember that a while back I was fantasizing about a spanking while I was laid out over our leather ottoman...

There are all sorts of "parts" to that imagining for me: the comfort and security of a good, solid, simple piece of furniture, the smell and feel of leather, some hearkening back to the early days of our history together... All part of the appeal for me in this particular scene.

A couple of weeks ago, He told me that He was thinking about "rigging" the ottoman with some 2x4's that we had hanging out in the garage -- and use them to create tie-down points for restraints on the ottoman. Then, He told me, we could do a scene like we used to.

And then, as is sort of par for the course in our lives, things got nuts, and all thoughts of playing had to be put aside while we tended to the other stuff. But then, the ottoman, and getting spanked there, seemed to be all I could think about. All the time. It has, for the last couple of weeks, been in my thoughts and dreams almost continually.

Today, when I called Him to tell Him that I was on my way home from school, He told me that He was home. My insides did that little flip that I remember, and I began to wonder if, maybe today, we'd get the chance to play. I was almost afraid to hope because it is not all that uncommon for those kind of hopes to get dashed.

So, I headed home, and He was here waiting. We sat and talked while I had a snack, and then He told me that He'd checked and found that the 2x4's would indeed work just fine -- He'd left them right inside the garage door. We chatted a bit about whether we should spank in this condo or that, and finally, He decided that I should go get the boards and the ottoman. A couple of trips, and I had all the requisite gear hauled from T's side of the house to mine.

Some fiddling ensued while He worked out all the restraints, and got me fastened down. I haven't been seriously restrained for a very long time, and I found the reality to be very scary. It took me a bit of time to get through the "head thing" associated with being that vulnerable, and that without options. A tiny, little bit of panic...

And then He started. He hand spanked me for awhile. He talked to me -- about the cutting, about being His, about how He loves me. He commented that He thought that, since the position I was in caused my butt to be much tighter, that He planned to use "lighter, stingier" implements that wouldn't create heavy impact on my hip bones. Lighter and stingier means canes, straps, whips, and the one little, light paddle that just burns. That's exactly how things went.

I struggled some, but there really was no way out. I think I might have asked for a gag at one point, but I'm not sure He heard me -- or if He did, He chose not to respond. I did my level best to stay quiet; to remember to chant away to myself; to remember who I am, whose I am, how I am supposed to behave. He left me striped, welted, bright red and burning. He left me feeling happy, loved, all His.

swan