Technique Tuesday: Beat the Feet

I learned something new this week, which is always a good thing.  I don't think I've mentioned it on here, but I grew up reading the Gor series by John Norman.  It shaped a lot of my views on life in general and I still identify partly as a 'Gorean'.  Well, while doing some searching about this topic my girl discovered that Bastinado was actually used on Gor - I had no idea (or likely at the time reading it I had no idea what the word meant so it didn't stick in my head).

So - that's my cool T. trivia for the week.

Onto the real topic - Beating Feet.

For us this was a long process.  When we first met she wouldn't even let me look at her feet, let alone touch them.  Beating them was like some kind of crazy fantasy that was likely never going to come true.

Just like with everything else, taking it slow and working up to things is how you get it done.  I was actually kind of disappointed at first because I'd actually learned that feet can be a big erogenous zone for women and I'd practiced enough that I could give pretty killer foot massages (with ulterior motives).  So - to begin I started by explaining all that, then worked on her letting me touch them, then onto rubbing.  As a side note she has the most ticklish feet ever and it is 'very' hard to resist absolutely torturing her by tickling them all the time.

Kitty Demo Bottom

I think after the first 'real' foot massage I had her convinced, and since then she's been less skittish about me being near them.  I'm not sure that they're 'innocent' feet any longer, but she still claims that they are whenever I 'abuse' them.

Like many things, this was a topic she actually brought up.  While I push her limits I usually wait for her to accept that new boundary and come up with her own ideas so she moves forward at her own pace.  I'm not sure exactly where this idea came up and she actually had to explain it to me, but once I got the idea in my head it definitely became my own.

Caning of the feet - how to start?  With a cane of course.  First problem ... she is way too ticklish for 'light' caning.  She burst out in giggles and was kicking madly.  We ended up putting on a pair of really thick socks and working from there.  Also for the first few sessions I had to hold her feet down (or tie them) pretty tightly to prevent kicking and flailing.

We progressed into thinner socks, then finally onto bare feet.  It wasn't actually a long process, after every other session or so we advanced a bit further - I think she got more comfortable with it over time and could just enjoy the sensations.

Since we had a decent toy box (back in the past) I didn't limit myself to just caning her feet.  I've used floggers, slappers, wooden spoons - quite a few things actually on her feet.  Nothing seems to give the same effect or control as a cane does though.  I also particularly like the bouncy effect an acrylic cane has.  It's almost a fluid movement moving my wrist back and forth while it warps and bends a bit, letting the momentum take some of the effort.

In actual practice there are a ton of different ways to actually perform bastinado.  I'll focus on the cane, since that's what I use most often - with feet being small it's easier to control the blows with something a bit smaller.

Just like using a cane on other parts I'm sure most of the technique is the same.  Most of the force comes either from my wrist, or from the cane itself.

Rapid blows are performed by quickly flicking the wrist and letting the cane 'bounce' on the skin.  Since the canes are often slightly springy (unless they're huge), taking advantage of their momentum lets you create more force without putting out a lot of effort.

Harder and more solid blows can be performed by using a faster flick of the wrist and at the same time trying to press the crop through the skin so it doesn't rebound back.

Do you see the blissed look on her face?

Using the center of the cane usually has more spring than using the tip.  In fact the tip can cause a more direct and forceful blow to a small area, since it is the center that flexes the tip will hit solidly and stay firmly in place after the blow (I've noticed this becomes thuddier rather than stingyier).

I also make longer and more widely timed blows by using my whole arm and letting the weight of the cane cause the impact rather than the energy from my wrist.  The same kind of technique you use when flogging works here.  Some lighter canes still require force to land solidly.

Depending on your partner there is also a difference between striking both feet at once, or one at a time.  Often it's difficult to line them up properly unless they're tied, and even then your partner will likely try to hide one under the other.  I've found that I have to hold them with one hand and strike with the other.  There isn't a 'better' way of course, by striking one at a time you can get inside your partner's head, they never really know where the blows are going to land so it makes it harder to protect one (or both) of the feet.

Since this often mixes two of my favorite past times (bondage and impact play) it is definitely one of my favorite activities.  If you haven't tried it, start with a light tapping and see how that feels, then go from there.  I think it would be worth your while.

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Technique Tuesday: Bastinado

Bastinado, also known as falanga and falaka, is the art of whipping the bottoms of pretty, vulnerable, innocent little feets.  Or at least that's what I call my feet when I'm trying to hide them, sole-to-sole, against a threatening cane.  "Poor innocent feets!"

The truth is, I just love it.

I have this thing about not liking feet in general.  I think they're kind of icky.  I hate having people touch mine, especially strangers.  I don't even like people looking at mine unless they are safely tucked away in socks.  I just don't think of them as a pretty part, and the idea of a foot fetish in general makes me very confused.  To me, it might as well be an elbow fetish; I just don't get it.  Then again, everyone's kink is different.

Then I wound up with this guy who gives amazing foot massages.  He explained to me the ways in which he'd learned to get women all worked up... through their feet.  I didn't think it was possible.  I mean feet?  Feet?  Sexy times with feet?  No way.

It took a long time for me to be able to relax enough to let him touch them, let alone massage them.  My feet are very sensitive and ticklish, and I hate being tickled (See here for reference!), so it took some real trust to let him have his way with them without protest, squealing, and struggling to get away.  When I did?  Oh it was a complete revelation.  And while at times I'm still shy about my feet, and have a tendency to tuck them beneath myself, sit on them, hide them under pets or pillows or whatever else is handy when he reaches for them... I'm aware that there's much more to feet than meets the eye.

I've mentioned before how much I adore the videos from Hogtied, and that's where my curiosity about bastinado was piqued.  If massaging my feet was awesome, and hit all these erogenous spots, what would happen with caning of the feet?  I brought it up tentatively, shyly, uncertainly, and it gave the Masterly one kind of an evil glint in his eyes. He likes it, I think, when I am interested in trying something that also has me really freaked out.  He enjoys vulnerability and fear on display.

I can't remember when we first tried it, but it was years ago and with our previous acrylic cane.  We moved on to floggers, slappers, wooden spoons, and all kinds of punishment for those poor innocent feets.  And what I learned is, those same erogenous zones that got so stimulated from his massaging hands were even more stimulated with the pain of a beating.  It pushed all of my buttons, including, incidentally, my light interest in humiliation, because I find having my feet at his mercy both humbling and humiliating.  I'm not sure why, it's likely because it's a part of me that I feel so driven to keep hidden, the way most people would feel about displaying a blemish that made them self-conscious.  And my display of pleasure and arousal from it feeds that humiliation even more, of course.

If you've never tried bastinado, it's worth a try (especially for feet-o-phobes!).  Find someone experienced with light cane work and start slowly.  Experiment with what feels best to you and what you can't stand.  The goal here isn't to raise huge welts - unless you don't have to do any walking for a while, in which case, go nuts -it's a great way to force immobilization/crawling on someone!  Try light rhythmic strokes to start, and figure out where the nerves that push your buttons are (for me, it's right in the center of the arch of my foot, as well as the outer ball of the foot near the pinkie toe).  Find out where it really bothers you (right on the center flat of my heel is a rough spot for me, right where the bone is -owowow), and figure out what makes it tick for you.  It's worth experimenting with.  If you don't have a cane, try a wooden spoon.  And have fun with it!

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Review Thursday: Singapore Stinger III

A few weeks ago I put in an order at an online website called Pink Cherry.  They are located in Canada and actually had some decent prices.  Some of the stuff you see here in the next few weeks came from them as well.  They even gave me free shipping on my order (over $75) so that was an added bonus.  Those of you in the US, I envy you when it comes to shopping for 'toys', you don't know how good you have it.

The first thing from the order I wanted to try was a new lightweight paddle called the Singapore Stinger III.  I was actually disappointed when it arrived, the size on the website was hard to determine and this just wasn't what I was picturing.  It's fairly small - actually it's smaller than the palm of my hand (the blade portion) and the handle is tiny and the weirdest shape I've ever seen.  Who makes a handle that narrows toward the blade?  It also has a wrist strap to prevent 'throwing' it.  I laughed at the time, but actually ...

So - to the review. First, like I've said before, because of my hands it makes using some toys difficult.  I'm a big man, and I have big hands.  This toy was definitely no exception.  First I tried gripping the handle fully like a rod.  The neck of the handle narrows where it gets close to the blade, so my index finger couldn't even curl tightly around it.  The thing is narrower than one of my knuckles and I can't squish my bone together to get a better grip.  This caused the thing to be somewhat unstable in my grip, flipping forward and backward a bit.  I also found it nearly impossible to deliver a solid smack with it.  My knuckles contacted her skin before the paddle did, forcing me to do a 'wrist twist' kind of thing at the end of a snap to make the paddle actually contact her skin first.

I then tried to move my hand down the handle a bit, which meant I was holding it with two fingers and my thumb around the fat portion of the handle.  This also did not work, I could manage to smack her with it, but it kept wanting to fly out of my hand since the handle is weirdly rounded on the edges and perfectly flat otherwise.

After that I tried paying my index finger across the back of the handle for added stability while still using two fingers to hold the handle.  This seemed to work, but every slap kept pressing my index finger back until after just a few minutes it was too sore to continue.  No luck at all.

I moved to holding just the end of the handle between my thumb and forefinger, much like I did with the spatula, and used the motion of my fingers and wrist to just do a rhythmic taptapping.  This seemed to actually work well, but again, it was top heavy and my fingers got tired from holding onto it quite quickly.

The only good thing I really have to say about it, is man did you know it was hitting something.  I swear you could hear the smacks outside (when I could actually deliver them properly at least).  This is probably the worst toy I've ever used, and we both ended up feeling pretty shitty when we were done.  Her because I just couldn't control the damn thing and it was painful without being fun, and me because I just couldn't comfortably use it and ended up hurting her for no good reason.

In retrospect if I'd kept to more of a soft tapping without trying to deliver the usual force that I do during a spanking it might have been ok (note: warmups only), but as a full out 'single spanking toy' this just fails.

Review Thursday: Singapore Stinger III Paddle

A few weeks ago, the Masterly type made an order with Pink Cherry.  Attention Canadians: this website actually has reasonably priced adult toys.  Their bdsm and bondage selection is slim, compared with some US sites, but you don't have to worry about customs and brokerage fees, outrageous shipping or long delays in getting your order.  The package arrived exactly when they said it would (about a week after placing the order online) in perfect condition, nice plain packaging, packed well and with everything exactly as we'd ordered it, plus a little thank you packet with some lube samples inside.

One of the items we bought was a little bamboo paddle produced by Pipedream called the Singapore Stinger III, which retails for $11.99 CAD on their website.  We've seen it for much less in the US, but adding shipping makes it twice as much.  It looked lightweight and simple, and like the kind of thing most people buy as a starter toy, so we thought it would work well for a review. At 11" long and 4" wide it's small enough for even the tiniest female to handle easily.  Unfortunately, that means that the Masterly one's hands kind of dwarfed the thing, but that's nothing new.

For me, this did not deliver the kind of spanking I'm generally looking for.  I'm not sure if it was the circumstances or the paddle itself, but afterwards I was left feeling cranky and kind of angry instead of reaching that blissful release I usually arrive at somewhere in the middle of impact play.  I think that the Masterly one was having trouble with the use of the paddle itself, because the blows seemed to be inconsistent and out of rhythm, which is unusual for him.  It might have been me getting an attitude too, because toward the beginning of the spanking there were a couple smacks to my bare calves.

Now, we don't do limits or safe words, but that nearly inspired some creative thinking to figure out how to introduce one in the middle of a session.  The backs of my knees and the backs of my calves are so very, very sensitive.  They, along with the insides of my elbows, the small of my back, and the back of my neck are some of my most easily arousable erogenous zones.  They also, as a general rule, do not respond well to pain.  So I started off a bit on the wrong foot, so to speak.

As to the blows itself, there is something about the size and shape of this paddle that just doesn't do it.  It's too large to have the stingy, bendy thwacky hit that a wooden spoon or spatula has.  It's too small to have the proper thud of impact that a paddle has.  It's somewhere in between.

Halfway through the spanking, the kind of warm up I usually get started.  If we'd started there, I might have had a different experience, because this is where the paddle seemed most effective.  When you can get into a consistent rhythm with blows that are also consistent in speed and force of impact, it's actually pretty nice.  I started to relax and enjoy myself.  I felt myself warming up, my muscles letting go, and my body getting into it.  Unfortunately for me, that period didn't last nearly long enough.

The way this paddle hits is just not that pleasant when it's more than a light whack.  Now, I know, not all spankings are meant to be pleasant, but all of you who get thwacked with stuff out there know that there's a difference between a good hurt and a bad hurt, and the harder whacks with this paddle were all bad hurt to me.  Too sharp, not enough weight behind the impact, and the vast difference between one blow and another just had me all over the place. I was getting antsy and agitated and I couldn't find a place to concentrate.  I found myself digging my fingernails into my hands as hard as I could just to give myself something steady to concentrate on.

Almost an hour later, my hands still hurt (so does my bottom, though) and my palms are still bearing the marks.  Good thing I don't do the long acrylics any more or I'm sure I would have drawn blood.  Now, I say this because I think a good deal of the responsibility for this lies with the tool itself.  I've never had this kind of feeling during a spanking before, and have had many many many over the ten years we've been together.  I've never felt this need to inflict pain on myself just to distract myself from what's going on; usually I'm losing myself in the sensation and concentrating only on what's going on.   I'm not usually a complainer about toys, but whew... this one really disappointed.

Does it sting?  Oh yeah, it lives up to it's name.  My rear end is still suffering.  And the after-glow part isn't as bad as the spanking itself was.  I like that ache that lasts for a long time, and I hope this one does as well, so that I get something out of it.  I'm told that the Masterly one got to hear noises out of me he'd never heard before, so there's something unique too. The problem was that they were yells of rage, which generally isn't what we're after.   Ironically, even though I wasn't restrained, there wasn't any crawling away, or even trying to cover myself with my hands.  Why?  The thing was a bastard enough where he meant to hit me with it, I didn't trust moving to improve the situation any.  It felt like the tool was out of control in some ways, so I felt like I needed to be in control to compensate.  Which of course is another reason I never reached that bliss-space which is so much fun to be in.

Overall, while this might work as a light warm-up toy, or might be okay for very light players who don't use anything other than a very casual, very mild hit with a paddle, it's not the thing to use for a serious spanking.  I guess this is one of those situations where you get what you pay for!  It's cheap, but I'd rather bring out the wooden spatula any day.  This made me desperately miss our old ping-pong paddle of yore.

Technique Tuesday: Hot Hands

I had looked at a few pictures recently where there was a full hand print on a girl's ass.  I thought it was kind of hot, the 'how' of it escaped me for a while though. I mean, I'm all into spanking, but that always leaves a pretty even red flush on the skin, I posited that hitting the same place repeatedly for an indetermined period of time would likely produce that result, but even then I couldn't see hitting the exact same spot over and over in the same way.

It was eventually that train of thought (well if I hit harder would it happen sooner) that gave me the idea that if I put enough force into it, one swat could produce that effect.  I gave my thigh a good whack to see if it brought a red mark to the surface - yep, red mark.  So my hypothesis is correct, now I just needed to test it.

It was getting late and I was ready for bed, then I went to gather up my girl - she was looking at an ass with a hand print on it.  How ironic you say? I thought so too.  So I said - 'sure, we'll do that after you get ready for bed'  The look she gave me was priceless.  Now, she might not admit it right away, but she likes things that scare or intimidate her, and I like it when shes scared or intimidated - so we work well together.  She went off to finish getting ready for bed, and I went into the bedroom to wait for her.

Lack of definition

When she came back I 'helped' her undress, then without ceremony bent her over our bed.  We have an awesome bed for this kind of thing, it comes up to about my waist, so is probably at least 3 feet high off the ground, great bending over mark.  I'm not sure what she thought was going to happen exactly, but her knees were shaking and she was concerned about falling over.  I know I didn't tell her to 'suck it up' but it was something along the lines of 'too bad'.  Now, I explained how the process was going to work - since I wasn't really sure of what the hell I was doing, I like to explain things so she knows what's going on and my reasoning.  I think she agreed that my reasoning was sound - whimpering could mean lots of things though so I'm not 100% sure.

I turned to the side and did the old golf practice swing warm up.  I resolved to put a good full arm swing behind it, I wanted to get this right the first time since I was only going to have 2 shots at it (one on each cheek).  I also spread my fingers pretty wide, since I thought that would be a more clearly defined hand print.

When I swung I pulled it a bit at the last moment, so it ended up being probably about half my full strength.  She shrieked and I think there was an 'oh my god'.  I didn't feel like I'd gotten the full impact that I wanted, since my hand wasn't sore - it had sure been loud though.  It only took a moment for the outline of one finger and half my thumb to appear, but that was it, and it was dull and almost fading away again immediately.  Shit.

Both sides after one swat each

Aight, so I moved to the other side and prepped my left hand.  I got a bit of feedback - things like 'is it too painful?' 'did I hurt anything serious?' - nope nothing injured, we're good to go.  I gave her a minute to recover though, I mean - as much as she likes spanking I didn't want this to just be a painful experience for her, that wasn't the point - or at least not all of the point.

For the second swat I kept my fingers very close together and put more force into it - not a lot more, but definitely more.  It made her jump forward a bit on the bed and there was 'ow ow ow' coming from somewhere in the covers she was burying her face in.  This one left an almost perfect imprint of my fingers, but I was a bit too far into the center of her ass and my palm and thumb were missing - *sigh*.  I did stop at this point to take pictures though since it was damn hot either way, and I was worried it would fade quickly.

When I was done with the pictures I couldn't even tell I'd hit her with my right hand.  So without much warming I just stepped up next to her and slammed my hand down - probably a little better and 3/4's of my full strength.  I really put my arm into it and tried to keep my fingers mostly together, with my thumb apart.  The force lifted her up off her toes and pushed her onto the bed.  This was followed by screaming and cussing.  Normally she doesn't swear unless something really bad happens - I actually felt a bit proud that I'd made her let out a string of curse words.  Bingo!  When I got a look it was almost a fully perfect hand print.

Last attempt - full hand print

I also took pictures of this - just in case it faded.  That was it, all done with the play session - it was late anyway.  I actually quite enjoyed myself.  The mental was there, the physical.  And when she sat on the bed she wiggled around and told me that she could feel my hand on her ass.  What else can you ask for?

Not something I would do on a daily basis, but when I get the urge to leave a mark on her ass with my hand, I'll definitely be doing this again.  She told me the next day that there was a mild ache, but nothing like when we have a real play session.  That's ok, I wanted the visual anyway.

Just as a note - the outline completely faded in about an hour, so if you want to snap a shot for the memory books, make sure you have your camera ready.  Maybe next time I'll hit her harder and see how long it lasts in comparison.

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Technique Tuesday: The One-Smack Spanking

We all have days where we want pain, where we want a bit of play, and just don't have the time.  It's already almost bedtime, you've had a rough day, you're tired.  You have time for sex but nothing elaborate.  What do you do?

In particular, I love having a tender, stinging bottom.  Getting that way with a slow warm-up, and a long hard spanking rocks my socks.  But getting to the destination via a shortcut can work well too.  That's where the one-smack spanking comes in.

Yowch!

It's a little scary.  I shake.  That's okay, cause when I'm shaking and scared, Master gets really turned on.  I know that I'm going to get a smack with almost his full strength.  And when it comes, it leaves a print.  A nice, red outline of a hand on my bottom, that is incredible in it's initial impact and stings as much as a long warm-up does.

The interesting thing about it is, that afterwards, when Master sat me on my bum, what I felt was a sting and tingle in the shape of his hand.  The "shape" of it was interesting, and very different from a "regular" spanking.  The landing of the blows themselves is very intense, and provoked some interesting words from my lips.  I'm usually pretty squealy and squirmy, but I don't usually cuss during a spanking.  This time?  Oh yeah, the cussing came out.  But the intensity is mitigated by the brevity.  I knew I could deal with it, because it was going to be done and over with.

The effectiveness of this depends on what you're after.  I had only a very mild next-day ache, and the next day I found myself craving lots of pain and a very long session.  If you follow this blog, you might have seen me post about it here.  I think if the goal is to leave the submissive partner wanting more, this is a good way to get there.  It is not a substitute for a "real" spanking, when you really need one, but it's a fun way to implement a little bit of playing into a busy day where you don't have the time and/or inclination to set up or deal with a full out evening long activity.  Let's face facts, sometimes in life you have half an hour from start to finish, and if you want sex too, a long session of butt swatting is not in the cards.  This is a great way to introduce a bit of head space, add a little fun, and make a souvenir photo for all parties involved of a nicely printed hand.

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Review Thursday: Flat Head Wooden Spatula

It's amazing what you can find when you get in the mindset of looking for something kinky that you're going to use to beat your s-type with.  Actually I can't claim the credit for this one though - she found it, and showed it to me, but I think when she smacked herself with it to test the sting it kind of scared her because the look on her face was priceless.  She immediately tried to put it back - of course I couldn't let that one slide, and it ended up in the cart.  What did we find?

A lightweight flat sided wooden spatula.  Now I know it doesn't look like much, but I liked the feel of it and flicking it around with my wrist I could get good movement with only a bit of effort. Cool.  I gave myself a few good whacks on the thigh with it to see how it worked out - through clothing it wasn't so bad, decently thuddy, but still a little stingy.

I knew it scared her a bit (and she likes that) so I've been dropping hints that we'd get to a deadline (review Thursday) and see how the spatula actually worked out.  The look on her face tided me over until the day actually came to get down to business.

I had her bend over the ottoman with her bottom in the air, perfect position.  I let her keep her pants and underwear on to get started with.  I wanted to get an idea of how much damage it did through clothing before I started using it on her bare skin.  It isn't that I can't be sadistic, its that I like to know what kind of pain shes going through so I know how to use it to best advantage.

I started in with a good rythm, mostly using my wrist, keeping up a steady but light tapping.  There was still a slightly sharp sound, but it 'felt' more thuddy on my end, like there was a heavy impact.  I tried a few harder smacks and the noise sure amped up, though she gave me the impression that even then it wasn't 'painful' in a bad way.  Now I never got in to like a full arm stroke, just a bit more flick to the wrist.

After a while when she was still wiggling and pushing her ass up at me I decided to get a bit more personal.  I pulled down her pants and underwear to see where we were at.  Her rear was a soft red - so even through clothing I think eventually I could give her a nice red glow.  I let her feel the wood on her bare skin for a moment before getting back in a rythm.  Again I was delicate at first and slowly added to the crack.

To me it felt sharper, the impact less thuddy and more bouncy.  Which usually means it's stinging the skin and not causing a deeper pain.  I noticed pretty quickly that hitting the same spot a few times in a row caused a sharper pain for her.  When we discussed it later she said the pain built very quickly, so hitting the same point repeatedly quickly became almost unbearable.

About half way through I had an idea to turn the spatula around and use the handle end.  It is about an inch and a half wide and flat like the spatula end.  Holding the wide end between my thumb and forefinger I used just the motion of my fingers moving back and forth to flick the handle end.  It turned into a rapid staccato that I actually had a very fine control of the force over.  This also gave the benefit of being able to hit straight across her bottom instead of having to focus on one spot or one cheek with the flat spatula end.

I worked my way down her thighs as well with this end.  From the way she was wiggling I don't think this was particularly painful, but gave her more sensation rather than sting.  Though there were a few points that made her jump, I think they were just particularly painful.

I moved back to the wide end to finish the job, and kept up until she was sobbing and trying to protect herself with her feet.  I usually let her wiggle and struggle around a bit, since I find it entertaining, but her feet started getting in the way of my stroke.  I also enjoy a bit of bastinado so I gave them the handle end and they quickly discovered they couldn't hide eachother at the same time and retreated elsewhere.

After the play session she didn't want to get up, and even pulling up her clothing brought a small hiss - job well done.

Later after she'd had time to enjoy sitting around both on my knee and on the couch with her freshly worked over bottom I had her stretch out across the bed and worked on the other end (her breasts).

I was more delicate on them, they're more sensitive and I unfortunately don't have anything to secure her arms with any longer.  It's on my list of priority objects to purchase.

Here the spatula actually worked better than most other toys I've tried.  The surface area was large enough to get the impact across, but not too large that I couldn't control where the sting was being placed.  I could also avoid her nipples unless I was specifically after them (she really jumps when they're included in impact play, so this worked well).

I also tried the handle end again here, and the rapid tapping on her nipples sent her squirming all over the bed - not much more you can ask for from that.  At one point I had her holding her breasts up for me while I rapped at her nipples - it was hot and something I will definately do again.

Overall - Definately a bargain toy, I think it was $5 at Canadian Tire and I'm sure we'll get a lot of enjoyment out of it.  Likely less as a paddle alternative and more as a breast and nipple torture device.  The light weight lends itself perfectly to prolonged use, in fact she was tired out long before I was.  Some days after a spanking my wrist and arm are a bit sore, but I didn't feel any aftereffects at all this time.

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Review Thursday: The Wooden Spatula

The Masterly one and I were wandering through Canadian Tire and stopped in the kitchen goods aisle to pick up a new can opener.  Hanging along the racks were buckets of wooden kitchen implements, including a wooden spatula, which looked fairly similar to a small-ish wooden paddle.

I picked it up, twirled it in my fingers and swished it in the air.  He grinned.

I slapped it against my palm.  Wow, did it sting.  I'm not sure exactly what my face looked like, but his was suddenly full of that dark hunger that speaks of evil things he wants to do to me.  I hurriedly slid the spatula back into it's home.

He looked disappointed.  I felt bad.  I plucked out the spatula again.  He grinned.  I cowered.  I handed it to him, and he tucked it into the cart.

I got scared.

After our somewhat failed experiment with the leather gloves, I knew more spanking implements were in order. Spanking is a favourite in our house.  Really, I don't know why it isn't a favourite in every house...

Last night I was ordered onto my knees on the ottoman.  Face down, on my elbows with my back arched and my bottom presented, I waited.  It didn't take long.

Through my pants and panties, the spanking started out bare-handed, but soon progressed to the wooden spatula.  There was definitely more of a sting there than there was with his hand, a sharper edge, but the blows were lightweight and didn't start out painfully.  It was more of an interesting, sharp sensation.

After a time, the pants and panties were pulled down.  What is it about starting out clothed that makes the removal part way through a spanking so much more humbling than starting out naked?  I suppose when you start out unclothed you have a chance to get your "I feel sexy" mood going, whereas when you're already feeling vulnerable and maybe a little scared it's a bit humiliating and scary.

My bottom was stinging, but not too badly.  Now, the blows began against bare skin, and it was immediately different.  I absolutely loved the series of quick, lighter blows that started, heating one area before moving on.  I later found out these were made with the handle, not the "head" of the spatula, which is about the dimensions of a wood ruler.  Oh love love love... it heated up my rear, the blows building on each other pretty quickly.  It made me squirmy and overheated.  I had tears in my eyes and was sniffling, but wasn't in severe pain.

No, that started when he flipped the spatula around and started using the "head" of it to make hard, more widely spaced blows.  Holy crap.

This was less thuddy than a paddle and had a really severe sting to it.  The blows build on one another pretty quickly this way, so that when he went back and hit an area a second time too quickly it was severely painful.  It didn't take him overly long before I was sobbing desperately and had dropped from my knees primarily to try to use my feet to shield my bottom.  If you don't know how this works, it involves bending your knees to get your feet right up there in the way.  As a reward, my feet started getting beaten, at which point I was so busy trying to protect my feet that I almost forgot about my bottom.  Not quite, though, as it got a bit more attention.

In the aftermath, my bottom was overheated, and having my pants and panties pulled back up made my skin scream with the sensation of it.  Oh, how it stung, and ached, and was hot.  I wanted to remain on my belly on the ottoman, but was ordered onto Master's lap.  I really really didn't want to sit on my bottom just then and did my best to convince him that I should get to stay on the ottoman.  When he started whacking with the spatula again, I became much more obedient (ow-ow-ow-ow-ow).  His lap wasn't fun.  That concentrated sitting on just one leg?  Yeah, it made the heat and the ache so much worse.

The ache was pretty severe through bedtime, at which point I was laid across the bed on my back, head hanging off the edge so that Master could use his new spanking toy on my breasts while he was properly serviced.  Wow.

I am sure he was using lighter blows here, because usually my instinct to cover up my breasts is really strong, as much as I like the evil things he does to me, and it was less urgent here.  Of course, having a distraction like keeping him satisfied helped too.  Most paddles are too big, they make too much of an impact on my breasts and just get me upset rather than worked up.  Not so with this item.  While the blows were stingy, and usually I prefer thuddy impact play, they were just right.  I wanted to cry when he rubbed it over me after the hits, because it felt incredibly cool against my hot flesh.  The smacks on my nipples also made me want to cry, in a slightly different way, but the build-up of sensation was remarkable.  I was almost overwhelmed, and when he had me hold up my breasts in offering, it was a moment of pure control; so difficult to present myself for torment, and to bear the sensations that made me want to both run away and be fucked until demolished.

Today, the ache in my bottom is minimal, enough there to remind me what happened, make me slightly sensitive and uncomfortable, but not so much as to make life difficult.  In my breasts, it's mostly the same... aching and hungry for more sensation.  This toy is definitely a keeper.  I suspect Master thinks so, too.

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Technique Tuesday - Leather Gloves Spanking

I've always thought spankings were sexy – there is something about bending a woman over my knee that just does 'it' for me. The only unfortunate thing I've discovered is that I'm human, and sometimes my own flesh doesn't quite live up to my expectations.

There are times when a light spanking, with more touching and feeling and less 'spanking' is what I'm in the mood for, but there are also times when I want to beat my slave until she's crying and begging me to stop. It's when I'm aiming for the latter that I started having trouble. Why do I have trouble? Because she has two ass cheeks and I only have one right hand. I suppose if I was more ambidextrous that might mitigate things a little, but I'm not – and my left hand while still effective, doesn't give me the control I would wish for.

We've experimented with impact toys, but again I lose that control, and the feel of my hand actually slapping skin, which is part of what I enjoy. Potential solution – Leather Gloves.

My hands in gloves - quarter for scale

I'd actually completely forgotten that we had these, I believe they originally came to me for X-mas with my leather trench coat a few years ago. I'm not sure 'where' they came from, other than my wife got them for me, so if you're curious you'd have to ask her. They fit my hands nicely, it also makes me smile when I create a fist and hear a slight squeak. I can still feel a bit through them so they aren't super thick. I rubbed my own bare skin a bit with them to see what it felt like – to me it felt slightly cool and very slick. I'm sure most of you know what leather feels like.

On to our play session. I had her over my knee, my arm moving in a good rhythm – the crack and slap audible as I alternated over thighs, buttocks and hips. Eventually, as usual, my hand started to sting – which is usually a good measure for what she is feeling but today is my cue to toss on the gloves and see what happens.

With the gloves on I gave her a bit of a rub over her rear to get the sensation of them before I started back in on the spanking. The first thing I noticed was the sound – much different. It was like there was more air compression, but it flowed outward rather than downward, like it spread out the impact more. I could see the effect as I started to work up to harder slaps, her skin rippling outward rather than impacting beneath my hand.

I didn't feel the sting on my own hand any longer, there was a muted thud with each blow – I took this as a good sign and continued with the spanking. I began progressing to harder and harder blows because I was failing to illicit much reaction. This is common when she is 'sub-spacing' and has a bit of a disconnect with her body, but I didn't get the impression that was going on. Toward the end I was actually giving her moderately hard full armed blows and barely getting a jerk.

Overall – I'm mostly disappointed with the gloves. I ended up tiring my arm out, and the impact still made my hand ache. In some ways it was worse because it was a deep ache and not a surface sting. Her ass never turned that lovely right red that I enjoy proving that she's taken a sound beating for me. I get the impression this might be a good way to introduce someone new to spanking since you get the full workout but less of the overall effect. Definitely something to try for the new experience, but not something I'll be introducing regularly at our home.

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Technique Tuesday: The Leather Glove Spanking

One of my favourite things is a spanking.  I like intense spankings, that go on longer than I might want them to - and that is part of the point.  I want to be taken past my comfort level, taken to where I have tears in my eyes and am struggling against the blows.  Light, sensual spankings have their place, and are definitely also a turn-on, but there is really no replacement for a serious spanking.  It's something I need soul-deep every once in a while.

The problem with these spankings is that my behind is bigger than my Master's hand, despite how big his hands are.  That means he gets as much of a sting to his hand as I do to my bottom, often to an extreme degree by the time I'm pushed over the edge of what I really need from a spanking.  We needed a solution that left his hand intact and my bottom aching to the degree that I need and he desires.  We also were hoping to maintain the intimacy of a hand-to-bottom spanking.  While I love other impact toys, there is a specific kind of intimacy that comes from him using his hands that is absolutely irreplacable, in my opinion (this comes to other kinds of play, too.  Maybe I'm just an attention whore - hah.)

Our solution?  Leather gloves.

Leather of course has a feel that is similar to skin, because of course it is skin, just not human.  Our small dog will verify this; she takes comfort from licking, and when we're tired of tongue baths, she chooses to lick our leather furniture.  But I digress...

The experience itself was interesting.  Midway through an over the knee spanking, there was a sudden coolness to his caress on my overheated bottom.  Whoah.  Had he changed hands?  No.  The smell of leather.  I figured it out; the gloves had come on.  My headspace completely changed.  For some reason, the gloves going on told me that this was about to get really serious.

Then... smack.  Oh, well that wasn't bad.  It was way more thuddy than a bare hand, and much less painful.  As the thuds continued, I found myself at first raising my bottom for more and more.  I wasn't getting the sting of a regular spanking, but the rather diffuse impact that some thuddy impact toys can cause.  I liked that I was still getting the intimacy of the caresses and squeezes in between spanks, and I didn't feel as removed from him as I do during some impact play (hard to feel disconnected anyway, when you're naked on someone's lap!)

Over time, I could feel the blows getting harder and harder, but it was a significantly different kind of spanking than usual.  I did get to the tears in my eyes point, but I think my Master was slightly disappointed that there wasn't more of a struggle to get away.  Usually I'm trying to crawl off in other directions, but there were only a couple of minor attempts, because I didn't really have that fear response that I usually do.  I think this was because of the thuddiness of the blows.  I will take an extremely hard beating from a thuddy flogger, for instance, and make very little attempt to escape it, but some other implements (the times we've used a wooden spoon, for instance) where very quickly I am trying to get my behind out of the way.

Just to explain, I do try to hold still.  Usually I'm not restrained for a beating.  It's when the animal part of my mind takes over that I try to crawl away, and occasionally I'm not even aware that I'm doing it.  It's about being reduced to pure instinct, and then taken in hand, because even when the primordial fight or flight part of my brain comes alive, he's still in control.

My overall opinion?  Leather gloves are interesting, for a different style of spank.  It's not something I think I would request over all, though if it helps my other half give a spanking in more comfort for him, it's certainly not something I would complain about.  It makes it much easier to take a very long spanking, and left much less residual soreness afterwards, and less heat.  A technique worth exploring, if spanking is a regular event in a household.

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