Whacked

I'm still a bit dead, but much more alive now after hours and hours of sleep. So I thought it's my time to add something. Of course I'm the last one so you probably know already from all-those-wonderful-girls-who-update-their-blogs-regularly what happened.

Some of them were 'unlucky' to be whacked and abused over the period of 3, 4 or more days. For the first time I'm actually happy that my involvement consisted of one evening – it was definitely enough!

Where should I start? 3PM sounds good. I was still at work, clock-watching every 2 minutes and dropping everything I had in my hands, constantly. No, I wasn't nervous I just was way over-excited. I needed to be spanked. Like hell. And where to ask for a spanking that in kinky house hosting bunch of kinky people? :)

At the beginning there was a bit of usual shyness, but surprisingly it was quite ok...once I have been whacked that is.

It all started from a shoelace. I know old and used trick, but ;). I took it out completely and throw it under the sofa. I still don't know how He knew it was me (there was at least 6 other girls present capable of doing it). Oh, wait a second, I do actually know why LOL

Soon I was lying flat on bed with my trousers and panties pulled down. Abel provided quite a nice implement (Seriously, it *was* nice. Which is weird, because even Abel himself admits he has no nice implements and if there are any they are well hidden LOL) so he could proceed with whacking me. Mmmmm... After some warm up and 24 strokes I was sent down to retrieve the shoelace.

Panties-less *sulk*

So of course everyone wanted to see my bottom. Surprise, surprise – it was red! No idea why ;) In the desperate attempt of revenge I decided to make some knots on that shoelace. Oh bugger, it snapped half, and I was left with two mini-shoelaces to be presented to him.

Everyone thought it was hilarious, but my face was more sort of 'of, fuck...why does it always had to be me' kind of expression. More whacking followed, this time with not-so-nice-strap, while HH hold my feet. What a joy, at the end I was left crying and whole world seemed to be back as it should (I have been pretty down recently and a way to let those emotions out was much desired). So I sobbed and cried a little until I felt better.

Later on, pretty much as soon, as my bum cooled down I felt very neglected and I think I made a mistake of vocalising how much neglected my bum felt. So, soon I found myself bent over and held down while Jessica picked up a wooden paddle.

I remember her saying something that that paddle is three times as big as me LOL Well, the paddle was just a proper paddle it's my bum that's ridiculously small. Anyway, the paddling started, perfectly lied, equally on both cheeks :). And oh God, it burnt.

I remember my mind screaming after six 'Please, don't stop, more! More! Of course I would have never said that, I still haven't mastered that sick ability to ask for more but thanks God I didn't need to that time. They wanted to give me 12 anyway. Somewhere around 8th swat I started losing contact with reality. After 11th He lost hold of me and I felt my knees bending and my body falling down. He helped me up and hold me again, for the last one. The last one that to my surprise still took place! :)

And I was again crying and felt that all the needs I had at time – to be whacked – were so nicely cared for.

Later on HH picked up the same paddle. I had another five, far lower and much harder, but only five and over trousers. Still, another joy to the collection. Add to it the fact that I perfectly knew what HH was capable of doing with that paddle and you might almost feel sorry for me ;)

Barely an hour later or so I said or did something and Abel pulled me over his knee pulling my pants down on the way. I received the hardest ever smacks I could think of. And they hurt like heel, after few or so I wriggled out onto the floor absolutely unable to take any more.

Just a hand spanking, eh?

But after a minute or so afterwards my bum started to feel nice though, the way it used to be sore at the very beginning of my playing, where the soreness was ever present. I was so delighted by the feeling that before I managed to think it through I said something along the line of 'I love it! Do it again!' Needless to say Abel didn't need any encouragement so I got spanked again.

And again, I loved it :)

Did I have enough? Nope, not by a long shot.

Later on I found myself over Abel's knees again, but felt the need for more, so I suggested he should take me upstairs. (Note to myself, never, ever say that to any top.) So he did, and far-from-cute and horrible scene followed, lots of cane strokes and tears.

And when I mean tears, this time I really mean tears. I was crying like baby, curling in his arms, shaking and fighting for breath. And I felt so safe and cared for (but I think I need to make a separate post about that scene ;) ).

I ended up utterly knackered for the rest of the evening. But finally satisfied! :) Though too sore to play later on with HH, unfortunately, which we planned for the last week, but I'm not too depressed, he will have me in his hands next weekend :)