When no really means NO

When you really mean NO - use your safeword it'll avoid confusion and reduce suffering :)

We have a house guest, Marietja from Estonia, staying over tonight so I've made up the spare room, nice vase of fresh flowers, everything shipshape. I pulled our large suitcase out from the wardrobe to hoover and something rattled inside, when I opened it I saw our little rattan 'loopy' cane and thought OMG how many friends and family have used this room since last summer, no reason why anyone should open a suitcase but who knows. Anyway seeing the little monster reminded me of the one and only time it was ever used, and the reason it's remained in our holiday case ever since.

I know we all have safe words, it's sensible, I'd never used mine and never thought I would until this particular occasion. The 'loopy' beast came from CANE-IAC and I told Gerry (also from cane-iac) I'd be posting about it one day and it wouldn't be praise. Then again in so doing, it might well inspire some to get one at the earliest opportunity, one girl's meat being another girl's poison as they say, but I would honestly say it's only for the brave.

We were on holiday in Spain last summer, Alcossebre, which is off the tourist track on the Costa Azahar. It was afternoon, we'd visited the castle in Peniscola early that morning, a nice town just up the coast where El Cid was filmed with Charlton Heston. When we got back to our own little resort the sun was peaking and it was hot, we parked up, changed into swimwear and walked down to the beach, P swam to cool off and I paddled and stayed by the water's edge to catch the light breeze off the sea. When P came back from his swim we retired from the afternoon heat to one of the local bars where we sat overlooking the sea and ate wonderful simple late lunch of tapas, fresh baked bread, ham, local cheese, calamaris and olives.

We strolled back up the hill to the villa we'd rented for the week, it was a gorgeous position, not overlooked, inviting pool and a very pretty garden with some beautiful and unusual flowers and plants. We were hot from the short walk, even at 4.30pm the sun was fierce, we got cold drinks and sat around the pool, sipping, dipping and chatting.

We'd lazed for a couple of hours when P went for shower, I decided to follow straight after, there was a market in town that evening and we were going to walk down to it, enjoying the evening sun, and mooch around for an hour or so before finding somewhere to eat. When I finished showering, P was lying on the bed in just a pair of white underpants brown as a berry (he only has to look at the sun and he turns a gorgeous brown colour, he sure does look extra sexy when he has a tan, I think most people do) “Mmmmmmmmmm got something planned for me before we go out?'' I said as I threw the towel down knowing P doesn’t like me parading around in the nude (unless he has instructed me to) and joined him on the bed. We lay there for a few minutes talking, P stroking my legs. I don’t know why I thought about it but I said, “Do you remember that item you brought with us from Cane-Iac you know the one, the Loop?” He said he did indeed remember it, ''What's happened to it, you haven’t used it yet?'' He asked me what had made me think of that think of that and I answered ''Dunno, was just thinking about last night and the fly swat you put to good use from the kitchen, it was kind of stingy but nice, I was just wondering....''.

P laughed and pulled it out from under his pillow, ''I was thinking more or less the same, in fact I was going to give it its maiden outing yesterday but then spotted the fly swat and couldn't resist it. I think now's as good a time as any to test it out, don't you?'' He told me to position myself across his lap, the little device is especially intended for OTK and I was very happy to oblige as it's my favourite position, close, secure, personal.

''I think a warm up first,'' he said, mmmmmmm he started swatting my bottom with his hand, rubbing in between, swatting, rubbing, kneading my freshly showered flesh oooohhhhhhhhh, lovely, then I saw him pick up the loop, he started with little taps, they felt sharp but quite different from anything I'd felt before, maybe because the rattan was braided or maybe because the loop shape causes it to connect differently.

More rubbing, more light tapping then firmer, hand raised a little higher, faster, harder and harder, it was stinging, burning and soon I realised it was bloody well hurting a lot, it felt like a thousand bees stinging my bottom all at once and then coming back for more. The sensual pleasure which had been building nicely was quickly dissipated. I shouted for him to stop, I was wriggling, P held me tighter to stop me, he mis-read my shouting and wiggling as going with the territory, it raises the stakes for both of us when that happens, I love that he will overrule my protests and restrain me sometimes for spanking harder but this wasn't one of those times, I was starting to gasp for breath in between pleas for him to STOP, trying to put my hand over my bottom, I don't do that normally I know its not allowed but I couldn't help it. Afterwards I realised P was excited by it and obviously thinking I was resisting with a view to getting stricter treatment, which he proceeded to lay on with greater enthusiasm and even more painful results for me. I wanted this to stop, it HAD TO STOP, I really couldn’t take any more, and then the penny dropped I was doing all the wrong things struggling and shouting when what I needed was our safeword, I said it and P stopped immediately, concerned and I think a bit upset that he'd misinterpreted events but mostly worried that I must be hurt. I told him how much it was hurting even though it probably wasn't the hardest spanking I'd had it was the way it hurt.

P being the gentleman he is got some after sun cream, laid me on my tummy and started smoothing it into my tormented bum, it had an immediate cooling effect, I thought there's something they could give to the marketing boys - soothes sunburn, cools spanked bottoms.... He said he was surprised it had hurt so much, he'd definitely spanked me much harder at other times and although my bottom was covered with thin angry red lines, they were not welting and didn't look as if they would bruise. I said maybe it could have been because I was still a bit tender from the fly swatting the night before, being freshly showered or both, but whatever the reason it damn well hurt. I certainly felt it when we sat down to dinner later and it was still slightly stinging when I showered next morning. There was no sex by the way, I'd really felt like it when I came out of the shower but the Loop killed it off, for P too, I think he felt like he'd personally failed by not reading the situation which wasn't the case at all. I convinced him of that next morning whilst relieving him of a particularly nasty case of early morning male hardness.

I genuinely didn’t know how much those things hurt, I was as curious as P to find out and I think I was shocked by the ferocity of it. I definitely didn't want to give it a second try and it was packed away for the rest of the vacation. I really felt bad about safewording later but P said not to worry about it, some things just don't work for everyone.

Looking at the beast again I am in two minds whether to leave it out for another try, maybe a different occasion different mindset, I don't like being beaten. Well not in that sense.

Couple of Pics, the better ones include me or P and I can't really show them.

Ronnie
xx

View from the villa pool

Musicians would serenade diners and drinkers along the paseo at night

Alcossebre harbour with its flotilla of small boats