I am sitting on the deck of this lovely air bnb overlooking the river. Watching large commercial ships, a steamboat full of tourists, and little motorboats blasting music parade by me. Walkers and joggers too, on the walkway, never more than a few at a time. The street lights illuminate them, and I am hidden … Continue reading The Ritual – Release
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The Ritual – Enactment
{The first part of this story is here.} I begin with the wooden spoon, tapping lightly at first, then not so lightly, covering all of my bottom, even the sit spots. I have been given very clear directions: this should be a thorough warm up, but not last too long. When I begin to feel … Continue reading The Ritual – Enactment
I Can’t Tell You
Sometimes, I spill all my secrets, tell all my stories. Sometimes, I hold them tight inside, barely voicing them to myself. I share the sting of the hanger. "Two sets of twelve," he says, "On both sides." I bring you with me for the whoosh of the belt, landing with a firm whack, leaving a … Continue reading I Can’t Tell You
Parking at Archery Camp
I'd been home about a week before I started feeling a longing for more kink. Or for spankings. To feel more of my Sir's control. Yes, I have still have all my rules and protocols and lots of connection with my Sir. And I just needed alone time for another spanking. I know, that might … Continue reading Parking at Archery Camp
The Weekend – Part Two
The belt is the warm-up, although we pause between rounds. Stripped of my clothes, the belt folded over in one hand, I am slipping deeper into obedience and submission. Maybe it is a form of subspace, this total focus on doing what he tells me to do. He directs me slowly. "Put the belt down, … Continue reading The Weekend – Part Two
The Weekend
"Pull your pants down to your knees." "Yes, Sir." "Now your panties, yes, down to your knees. Now, lift your sweater. I want to see my belt." I obey. Standing in front of him, still wearing my sweater, shoes and socks, but exposed from my waist to my knees, his leather belt encircling me. "There's … Continue reading The Weekend
The Tawse Two
I was planning to go to the grocery when I realized I was alone in the house. I put my keys back on the key rack. Thought about where everyone had gone, estimating when they might be back. I messaged Sir. I think I'm alone now. The chorus of this song played in my head: … Continue reading The Tawse Two
And The Tawse, Oh, My
Yes, that's belts and spoons and The Tawse, oh, my... Meet The Tawse. The Tawse is about 15 inches long, thick and somewhat stiff. And you can see that it's split at the end, then each part of it is split again. Before this week, I had only used it very briefly, just long enough … Continue reading And The Tawse, Oh, My
More on the Spoon
When I start to write about Sir, and the things we do, I hit this pocket of resistance. Internally, that is. I can’t find the words, I can’t quite capture the feeling. Where do I start? We had planned this time for weeks. I have very little privacy so live time on video is precious. … Continue reading More on the Spoon
Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Exploration
This is Part IV of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago. Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham. You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales. Part 1, originally named A … Continue reading Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Exploration
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