I don't know where the week's gone and haven't had time to write so I hope you don't mind a blast from the past.
An Erotic Caning....
I had a horrible week last week. Just horrible. I could very easily look
back on it with the kind of urgency as if I were fleeing the scene of a
frightening accident. I was battered, wounded, torn from the inside
out. I'd accumulated so much negative energy, I walked around with a
sombre thunderhead hanging over my head, the storm front waiting to
burst, just edging along my forehead. I needed a release.
I came home and found the darkest corner, and just sat. I didn't turn on
any lights. I wanted to see if the total shadow would relieve me, help
me disappear a little, distance myself from the events of the week. My
girl came home, and the sound of her heels clicking on the tile
shattered the silence surrounding me, but even this lovely song couldn't
rouse me from my sullenness. She sensed my composition immediately and
came into my study. She knew a little about how horrible my week had
been, and embraced me, stroked my cheek and just held onto me. She asked
me if there was anything she could do. I looked into her eyes, and she
knew immediately. Without any words, she got up from my lap, walked to
our bedroom, stood at the side of the bed and arranged herself for me.
I needed this.
I collected one of my rattan canes, a small pelt of white rabbit fur
from my shelf, put on my jacket and walked to our bedroom. There she was
standing. She'd hoisted her skirt up, her stockings and suspender
remained, her heels of course she'd kept on. Her magnificent buttocks
hung in the air. I walked behind her, gliding my hand over the flesh of
her backside. Not a single muscle in her moved. She could sense how much
tension I had inside, and I could tell that she was a bit apprehensive
about what lay ahead for her. But I never turned it on her, she wasn't
the cause, nor the victim, but the outlet. I held up the cane in the air
in front of her face, she opened her mouth, and clamped down on it,
putting her lips between the rod and her teeth. She has learnt that I
do not like indentations in my equipment.
I swatted her right ass cheek with my hand, snapping a loud pop into the
air. I peppered her other cheek with short quick slaps, moving down her
thigh, over the round shape of her butt, in between her legs. I started
building a cadence that I could slowly begin to channel some of this
energy through, finding the pulse in my head and pushing it out with
each impact. I listened to her breathing. I watched the muscles beneath
her flesh tense, and knew when to stop, take a step back, let her
exhale.
I enjoy paying attention to her breathing, reminding her to in fact
breathe (because she has the tendency to not remember). I'll put a hand
on her back and simply say:
"Breathe."
And she'll resume the function that helps deliver her to a very small,
safe place. I grabbed the rabbit pelt, and ran the soft milky fur over
her cheeks and inner thighs. This helps as well. It soothes her, pulls
her out of her real world self of bumping into strangers, loud city
noises, navigating sidewalks, and sitting at a desk all day. By now, her
skin on her ass was glowing pink, radiating a nice heat from the
friction of my spanking.
I put the pelt down, and resumed swatting her. Harder, closer together. I
sped up my rhythm, bringing heavier blow after heavier blow down onto
her cheeks. Without realising it, I've snapped. I'm in a completely
different world. This world consists of energy, and specific postures,
and correction. I felt a connection to her, one I'd needed all week
long. Each time I told her to stick her bottom out, and she obeyed, the
connection grew stronger. Every time I pulled back my hand and she
winced, this action reinforced the connection.
I alternated between swats and caresses with the fur. These are not
mechanical, clinical reactions. I wasn't suddenly counting the minutes.
Everything was fluid. My mind divined that ebb must arrive, I turned to
the fur. Then, I felt a flood, I slapped my flesh against her flesh. Her
backside screamed with a fiery redness.
I brought myself close to her, kissing her neck, breathing softly into
her ear. I held out my hand beneath her chin, and she dropped the cane
from her mouth into it. I had her lay over the edge of the bed. I tapped
the cane on her left cheek. She yelped. She fears the cane. But this
was the particular instrument I needed to exorcise the week's events. I
patiently held the cane horizontally stretching across both cheeks.
"Present your bottom." She obligingly pushed her derriere higher into the air, almost daring the cane to meet it.
I pulled the cane back and stung her with a slice that gave her right
buttock the worst of the blow. I paused. She pulled a groan that
emanated from the point of impact, all the way up through her insides
and out of her mouth. She shivered, and stomped a few times on her right
foot. I reviewed the mark, comparing the result to the force behind it.
I gave her three more trial marks, finding my touch once again. I asked
her for a number. She does not know how hard each stroke will be, she
can only give me a number that I will then use to allocate stripes
across her lovely ass
"10" she ventured.
"Let's make it 12."
By the end of it all, my actions find me carefully rubbing her throbbing
skin with the supple rabbit fur, holding her, praising her for several
minutes. I thank her for the release, the ability to express what I held
inside. This is far removed from the typical regimental spankings I use
as correction and reinforcement of her place. I've taken the malicious
battering I've accumulated during the week, transformed the energy and
from it, forged a stronger fellowship with my girl. Something beautiful
has emerged.
Finally I drop the rabbit fur and feel between her legs. She is wet and
now I must help her release some of the tension of her own week. It is a
task I will relish.
Still haven't found out who wrote it so please let me know if it's yours.
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
TUESDAY’S TANTALIZING TUSHY
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14 comments:
Oh wow! I loved this!!
Erotic indeed!
Have a wonderful weekend...with time for erotic.
hugs abby
This type of story is so much preferred to us over the judicial punishments and the like. Thanks for sharing.
Have you ever posted any stories about you and P's early spanking activities?
Excellent. Very enjoyable reading.
Baxter
This was great Ronnie, I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing, Hope you have a wonderful weekend :)
Hugs
Roz
Repeat or not, I enjoyed. Thanks. Have a great weekend.
I enjoyed this wonderful caning story that you have shown us in the past. Yes, 'sixofthebest', loves a good caning when applied to a lady's naughty bare bottom. Sexually and erotically loves.
Linda - I like this one. Happy you did. Thanks.
Abby - Glad you liked it. Thanks.
OBB - My sort of story as well. Not really. Spanked with roses was my first spanking story on this blog 2008. Thanks.
Baxter. Thanks. Happy you enjoyed it.
Roz - My pleasure. Thank you.
SG - I'm glad I reposted it. Thanks.
SOTB - I think it was an erotic caning story. Thank you.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
Hi Ronnie, I have no idea who might have written it, but it is a great story. I love this sort of tension release. :)
hugs
Nina
I really enjoyed this Ronnie and could almost feel it happening. Hope you had a good weekend.
Lindy x
That's a lovely story, Ronnie.Just the kind I like. It's been a busy week here, too.
Hugs,
Hermione
Lots of feeling here! Very intense and erotic.
I remember this from before.
Nina - I wish I could find out who wrote it. Thanks.
Lindy - Nice and erotic. Weekend going well. Thanks.
Hermione - The kind I like as well. Thanks.
Minelle - Yes, I thought intense. Thanks.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
So well written indeed!
"...she wasn't the cause, nor the victim, but the outlet." I know and ove this description/explanation oh so well. Unfortunately it doesn't come up in stories often.
Best,
Enzo
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