I know everyone writes about maintenance on their blogs. I've tried to read them all several times. We decided that a weekly 'discussion' would be good to start off with. This week was due to be our fourth. We talked about our week and actually it wasn't that bad. So I suggested to Starman that we might have a look at some of the spanking options we could try. He raised his eyebrows a bit, but not to be put off I produced a long perspex ruler, a candy pink leather paddle, (I like pink okay?!), a shortish whippy affair with a leather loop one end and a fluffy feathery other end, and my little wooden kitchen thingy from the previous week, that research has informed me is a type of butter paddle (I know, I bought it from a market in deepest Europe somewhere!) Starman's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He lifted the paddle and weighed it in his hand before slapping it down with a crack against his other palm. Hmmm.
So I shifted willingly into our usual position with him leaning up against the headboard and me over his lap. And I grabbed a pillow and sank my face into it. I was having a premonition here.
"Why can't I just use my hand?"
"Because we have to find my tolerance levels."
"You know, how much I can cope with."
"Oh for goodness sake! How hard! How long! What hurts the most!"
Starman didn't sound convinced, but I wriggled a bit to prompt him.
"You could start with a warm up session. I believe that is what we are meant to do."
I wriggled a bit more. So he began. They were no more than love pats!
"It's okay. You can spank a little harder than that you know."
So he did.
He has the most amazing technique. You never know where a spank is going to land, so you can't mentally prepare for it.
"Stop clenching your cheeks."
"Yes you are!" He's running his fingers up and down my cleft.
"Okay, okay, I'll relax." I giggle and giggle. I don't even want to think about what my rear view looks like.
Then the spanks begin to get harder, snappier, stingier. I wriggle about a bit. I start to gasp. I'm not too sure now. Then a pause. Have we finished?
Whack! Ohhhhh! Whack!
It's the pink paddle. It has a completely different feel to his hand. It covers more surface area. Whack! This is only just within the range of my ability to cope. Whack! Ohhhhh!
Then when I begin to think I'm not going to be able to manage much longer, another pause.
But we have not stopped. I can hear Starman changing implements.
Crack! Oh bugger!!! Crack! Owowow! Crack! Eeeouch!! Crack! I know even without being told that it's the butter paddle.
I burst into sobs, forget the crying part, I went from nought to sobs in one second flat! I buried my face as deep into the pillow as I could and concentrated on not clenching my cheeks as I knew it would hurt even more if I did. Crack! Crack! Crack!
I was shaking now. Starman was still talking for England. Lost entirely in the novelty of the situation, concentrating almost entirely on my sit-spots. Then he noticed my shoulders weren't shaking because I was giggling.
"Bloody hell, are you crying?" I felt him slow down, the tempo stagger, and the spanks were less painful.
"No, I'm fine. I'm fine. Keep going. It's good for me." Owww! Crack! Owww! Crack!
Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup!
Starman slowed, gave one final crack and stopped.
"I think that's enough for today, don't you?" I could feel him rubbing my cheeks carefully.
"You're very red." I could feel him examining me again. "You look like you've been mauled by a tiger. There's all these lines like claw marks."
I sat up and reached around for a tissue and blew my nose lustily. My bottom burned, but apart from that I felt okay. Better than okay really. I straddled Starman's legs and leaning forward gave him a big kiss.
"I do love you" I told him.
"I love you too" he replied.
I'm still amazed at our post-spanking ardour. It definitely works for us!
Later I stood in the shower and let the hot water cascade down over my rear end thinking that it actually was a little sore. Whatever...
Then when I was drying myself I happened to catch my back view in a full length mirror. Oh help! It wasn't the redness that bothered me. It was the rapidly appearing bruises! I examined myself with growing dread. Crap!
I made it through the day without too much discomfort, which was very surprising. But the bruises just carried on getting worse and worse. Whilst we were out shopping I rushed into a shop and bought myself some arnica gel. Everyone had suggested this numerous times, and I had laughingly made jokes about it.
I plastered it on that night before bed. I was very careful not to mention the bruising to Starman. That would be the end of it. He would not be happy.
So, that was three days ago. The bruises are absolutely spectacular! They start off black, go blue, then green and are now turning yellow. There are lines where the edges of the butter paddle must have bitten into my flesh. It does, truly, look as if I have been mauled by a tiger!
I cannot go swimming. I wouldn't dare as my swimsuit doesn't cover my sit spots sufficiently.
Part of the time I roar with laughter about it. The other part I'm scared stiff Starman will notice. So I make sure I am in bed before he is, and I face him at all times. If he saw I honestly think he's go ape!
But I have no regrets at all whatsoever! I learnt a great deal from this little exercise. One is to definitely take things more slowly. It isn't a race. You have to do things to suit you, not because everyone else further along the line have done it and you want to catch up. It's been a hard lesson to learn, and quite ouchy. We never even got to try the ruler (yikes!!!) and the little whippy thing with the feathers was used in an entirely different way, and we never got around to trying the whippy end of it!
But any comments would be appreciated as I would like to know about other people's experience with bruising. What do you do? Was Starman using too much strength? How do you learn to temper these things? It's very difficult when you are starting out.
I now know that if he spanks that hard for maintenance that I never, ever want to cause him to decide I need a punishment. Not ever! Ever, ever, ever! Phew!!
Maybe I'll get up and start down off my hill. The views are good, but it's very lonely up here - although it's a good place to come and contemplate the next few miles of road ahead. Looks like we've hit a straight stretch...