HerLovingDom
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I have a good life here in Florida. Sometimes it feels surreal. In meeting people you come across unique situations and needs. Let me describe one that I occasionally experience and not without a certain amount of pleasure on my part.
We have known each other for a few years. In the beginning we tried to make a go of it but it was not meant to be. She isn't a submissive in the daily sense. She is willful, moody and manipulative. Gee how many does this describe. Anyway we both agreed that rather than butt heads trying to make her conform to something she would never be that we part company and become friends.
Friends in BDSM means that we still share certain aspects of our being that are a little off center. We would from time
to time talk on the phone and catch up with each others lives or just shoot the breeze because we were bored and needed to talk to someone. She would talk of her prevails and I of mine. It's a good buddy kind of thing. We became separated by jobs and a little distance but not too much. When I or she was hot and heavy into a relationship we would back off from calling out of respect for each other, giving a chance to the new pairing. This is a good friendship.
Both of us have been single at the same time during this long stretch and this is where we practice a pseudo D/s exchange. She is as I described her and she knows herself really well. She requires a grounding or better said discipline in her world. I provide that upon request.
My doorbell rang and being at the computer as I always am I shouted, "Come in." from across the room. It was late afternoon just before dinner. She did not hesitate to open and bounce through the door. Her purse was flung to the couch in one direction as she marched up to my desk. "Gawd I don't want to face work tonight." came rushing from her mouth. "I f----d up an order on the system yesterday and I know there will be hell to pay for it. I was in a bad mood and wanted to leave when some bitch on the phone kept going on and on so I pushed past the regular process to just get her off the phone and get out." I chuckled, "Sounds like your usual." "Yeah right, huh, go figure. Anyway I know I'll see a note in the sheets when I log on. I'm so pissed at myself." "What triggered all this?" I queried. "Usual stuff, you know me." she replied as I smiled, shook my head and continued typing away not even looking at her. Yes, I know her.
"So let me guess a little penance before work is in order?" I already knew the answer. She leaned down, put her hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "Yes Sir if you could please." "You know the drill." was my reply. Upon these words she spun on her heel and walked out of the room. I looked at the work on my screen and started saving my places. I continued to joke around in a chat room as I heard noises coming from the room behind me. I closed down all the coding programs and finished a touch up on an image. The unmistakable sound of the kitchen drawer opening and closing signaled the start of the coming event. With all my work saved I just sat back and chatted a while longer as a beautiful naked woman crawled in from the adjoining room. I ignored her as she approached and typed another smart ass comment to the page in front of me.
She assumed her position at my side. Kneeling on the bare tile floor she placed her hands behind her back and clasped them. Her butt was on her calves, shoulders back, head held high her eyes looking down and a long wooden spoon was clenched in her teeth. What a pretty site she was. I let her set her mind to her circumstance and waited as her breathing stabilized to a slow steady pace. I typed one last message into the website and closed it down. Accomplishing this I turned my attention to the woman who had joined me. It was a chilly day and her nipples showed it. They were hard as marbles and the skin was wrinkled around them. I reached over and pinched one hard and did not let go. With my other hand I took the spoon from her teeth and placed it on the desk. I then released her nipple and placed my hand under her chin and gripped it. "Look at me." Her eyes met mine. "We are here again aren't we?" I posed to her. "Yes Sir." "And as usual your attitude is the reason." A sigh escaped her lips a little as she said "Yes Sir." in a low tone. Talking was over. I lifted her chin and with my eyes and a nod let her know standing was required now. She did so and so did I. I picked up the spoon with my left hand and took her left wrist with my right. I stepped to the dining room table leading her behind me. I placed the spoon on the table and spun a stiff back chair around holding on to her wrist as I did this. We have practiced this ritual before so I knew what to be aware of over the course of this session.
I sat down with my legs open and turned slightly to allow for her to position herself across my left knee. I pulled her across and she settled herself down. Once she was comfortable on my leg she spread her legs and I threw my right leg over her left leg and locked it down above knee. The reason for doing this specific position is simple, at a previous time she had caught me in the side of the head with her foot because she likes to kick. This is something I have never forgotten after seeing stars for more than a minute.
Now to the purpose we have set out to perform. Discipline is to alter or manipulate behavior. It is not to destroy the woman, but to allow her to understand better that certain ways and practices are not acceptable. I see no reason to tear her down or belittle her emotionally. The simple function of going over the knee for the purpose of correction can be enough of a form of humiliation.
I take a deep breath and look at the woman in front of me. She has both hands flat on the floor and her hair is dangling past her face. Her back is curved and her bottom is displayed perfectly to receive the coming blows. I slide my left hand from the top of her bottom to the middle of her back. Her breathing is now becoming labored. I put my right hand on her ass and give it a rub as I explain the virtues of patience to her. Then I begin to spank. A slow steady pace is set. One cheek to the other, continuous strikes on bare flesh. She squirms under the spanking a bit at this time, but is bearing up well to this warm up. I continue to talk of the effect that making these errors will cause her when it comes time for a raise in pay. Between the talking and the flat handed smacks, her replies back to me begin to take on a more apologetic tone. I do not stop raining down blows until her entire rear end is a bright red from the top of her butt to the top of her thighs. Upon reaching the desired color I pause and rest my hand on her thigh, making sure not to rub out any of the sting which may be present. She catches her breath a bit but I know, she knows, it's the calm before the storm.
I rub her back with my left hand and reposition her a little to get a grip on her waist which I know I'm going to need. I stretch my arm out and pick the spoon off the table. I tap it lightly on the warm skin in front of me and tell her what to expect for the next 20 minutes. A couple practice taps emphasize my point. Again I draw a deep breath and set to work. I use groups of six as a baseline for delivery. Six then pause, look, target and then 6 more. I keep a slow pace to the spanking but a fast snapping of the spoon during the six. After about the fourth set she is starting to buck. She lets out profanities combined with apologies, a blizzard of hard to understand words. Tears are flowing as I move to
the next set and the next and the next. A hand flashes back to protect her tender flesh but I simply hit her fingers with the spoon and as fast as it appeared in drops back to the floor. I change the pace and the grouping up to twelve. A set, then pause, a set, then pause. She came here to be cleansed and I'm providing the service with my usual attention to detail. Anything she is saying is indiscernible with the loud crying which is taking place. A set of twelve again and her breathing is now becoming too hard. I put up the spoon to the table and untangle my leg, my left hand rubs her back as she begins to realize all has stopped. She slowly slides down off my knee to her knees and reaches back so gingerly to begin to rub. I pull a napkin from the table and hand it to her. She takes it and wipes her face, then puts her head on my lap. I rub her head then lean down and sweep the hair from the side of her face and give her a kiss on the cheek. I whisper into her ear..............
I know she will do well at work tonight.
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