I started to giggle nervously, hearing those words. I couldn’t help it and Master David knew it was nerves. He leaned forward, holding his thumb toward me. I opened my mouth and he filled it with his thumb, pressing down on my tongue, allowing me to suck him tenderly. That calmed me a lot and I appreciated it.

Musical Spankings was a game the Masters had devised. Carol and I would be strapped to matching spanking benches, side by side. We could see each other, but not the Masters who were behind us. There was specially recorded music for the game, on a playlist now rather than a CD. Each Master chose an instrument, the music started, and they began to spank. They might use their hand, a belt, a flogger, a paddle, or a crop – whatever they wanted, of course. They coould choose from an array of toys displayed on the wall.

The music was programmed to stop, pause then start again. The 30- 90 seconds of silence gave the Masters plenty of time to switch instruments and change places. There might be some rubbing, checking for wetness, or fingers pressed deeply into the hot core of the girl presented to them. We were quite helpless, firmly secured over the bench, open to both of the Masters in every way.

The goal wasn’t so much to hurt us as to indulge the Masters’ pleasure in spanking us. The goal was to make our bottoms and upper thighs as red as possible, while driving us deep into a submissive head space that would reduce us to “a puddle of submission” I thought, watching them attach Carol’s cuffs to the bench she was spread over. She was quite naked too now, and we smiled at each other with affection and anticipation.

Then there was the blindfold, he had approached from my other side so I didn’t even know who had covered my eyes. I felt even more vulnerable and helpless. I pressed myself closer to the horse-shaped spanking bench, as if there were comfort in that.

The music began and the Master behind me began to to smack my bottom. One stroke at a time, he covered every inch of it, from the middle of the fleshy part, to the sit spot, and about half-way down my thighs. I settled into it, happily accepting this warm-up. There would be a moment of pain, followed by a sense of relief and almost pleasure. I wiggled a bit, inviting more.

Then the music stopped.

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I’m pausing this story for now. I was thinking that this would be another thread in the Lucas and Sofia story that I started years ago. And maybe it will still be. I have more of it written in my head and I’m sure I’ll come back to it. Maybe soon, maybe much later.

But I am having a hard time these days with the blatant misogyny around us. I know, it’s always been there. It is not any different than it’s ever been. But I feel like it’s been unleashed. Unrestrained. Encouraged even. And I begin to feel as if I am inadvertently inviting more of that.

So I’ll step back for a minute. Take care of myself. I’m not really saying good-bye. Who knows, maybe this is just a momentary pause to recenter myself. But if I’m not back soon, feel free to message me at oliviahisservant@gmail.com.