Yea I couldn’t (if I wanted to in the sub-zero weather that is)… the cause for that to follow, but this first:
You know what I got for Valentine’s day? A hand painted lady bug picture holder in red and pink. Luke painted it for me! I actually already had the lady bug. I had gotten it ages ago, I don’t remember where from. It always was meant to be painted so he finally did it for me and it looks so cute. It might not seem much but if you know us it’s a wonderful gesture.
I’ve never been a fan of v-day. The push and obligation to be romantic is ridiculous to me. It’s cheapening something I believe to be very private and precious. When I met Luke he wouldn’t quite believe that I wasn’t into it all and he really wanted to do things for me to make me feel special. So I said if we had to do something, whatever we gave each other had to be handmade. This is our 6th Valentine’s day together (well our 7th but considering we met on the 8th of Feb we weren’t quite that far along by 14th!) Over the years we’ve given each other some really precious handmade things which we’ll always treasure. Because they are unique they are effortlessly memorable. This year, by painting the lady bug he was telling me (told me!) that he would work to make a lot of my hopes and his promises come true.
OK enough sap.
I promised I’d talk about my anniversary but first the lead up. I mentioned that on the 6th we had some weirdness going on. It all started rather innocently. That Saturday morning we were lying in bed and I was teasing Luke trying to goad him playfully into giving me a spanking. However, he misunderstood something I did. When he grabbed the paddle from the bedside table, I just thought I had managed to get him to play but while I was all silliness, he was all business. I noticed that he was spanking me a bit too hard and fast for play, a lot more like a punishment but I remained clueless until a few seconds later came the lecture. And then all of the sudden the penny dropped and with it my pain tolerance. Of course, as soon as I found out there was a misunderstanding I should have spoken but sometimes when I am in my little girl space, I can’t speak out fast enough. I am not sure why. It’s not the safest thing for sure. But somehow being in that space makes me about as articulate as a child. So when he asked me if I was ever going to do — again, I froze. I hadn’t really done — (thus the misunderstanding) but I couldn’t get it out. My adult side was angry, my little girl side was pouting, neither was getting a word out, which meant he kept spanking me which in turn made my adult side angrier and sent my little girl side into a panic WHICH meant I began rolling around and moving under the paddle WHICH made him angry at me for breaking position WHICH meant harder spanking AND THEN…
All hell broke loose.
I was mad at him for not reading my body cause god knows I don’t move like that ever and I was mad at me for my lack of communication and after I ended the scene he didn’t stay around to talk things over and that made me more upset aaaaaand the day was ruined.
But!
Of course, sleep fixes all so at some point through the night I had snuggled up to him and so I woke up to him rubbing my back and murmuring in my ear. Being an astute student of body language (unlike some people) I knew from the way he was rubbing my back, he was planning to revisit, resolve and re-conquer. So half asleep, I reached down and pulled down my panties… my own brand of white flag if you will. 
Nothing like a paddle to warm you up on a cold winter morn. Of course, my pain tolerance was back where it should be so while it hurt, I was deep into endorphin high in a couple of minutes. He must have really enjoyed himself too because once we got up to go get some breakfast he had me up against the wall and accentuated his handy work with the prison strap. And after that he felt some more detail work would really enhance the whole picture so he made me wait for him to get his crop. The crop, being so narrow and springy causes this burst of acute pain (like when you stub a toe really bad) and then all the force of the impact flows out in the longer lasting warm throbbing pain. That first WHAM makes the skin go white and then the skin turns an angry red. Because of that deep white flash among all the nice red welts, Daddy calls that particular effect the “white lightening”. He is corny like that. This effect is also the thing I hate about the crop on my back. I can take anything on my ass and thighs but while a flog on back and shoulders can be sensual… the crop is plain painful even though he uses it with much less force (cause let’s face it more force would crack my ribs!) So several white lightnings later, I finally got to get some breakfast.
Maybe these two days of spankings are why the third one did what it did… but I guess we’ll never know! On the 8th, I got an anniversary spanking. He wanted his little girl otk and he was going to paddle me. (Are you noticing that he has a special affinity for the paddle? The bastard ) We traditionally play harder on anniversaries. It’s not like either of us ever decided that’s what we should do but we seem to always push things a bit. We test our own boundaries and each other’s. It’s always fun. And so on 8th he began nice and slow, sending me off to lala land in mere moments. The pain was exquisite. He would spread the blows evenly and once in a while focus on one point until I almost couldn’t take it before moving on again. He had me dancing under his paddle. He loves how I rise to meet his paddle. I think he believes it’s intentional. And sometimes it is. Actually it might always be on some unconscious level. But about 15 min into that spanking when he commented on it, I was surprised. I’d been moving without any direct intent. Every inch of my ass and upper thighs tingled. I became more and more sensitive to every blow but less sensitive to pain. I wanted more. A lot of times after a whipping or spanking that has me soaked in my own sweat and exhausted from pain, the moment he walks away I feel this little disappointment that it’s all over… like, “but I wanted more!” Well, he must have sensed it because after what was already a very long session he told me to beg for any additional blows. You know what begging does to a bottom? I was on fire. (Pun intended). I kept asking begging until at some point he stuck the paddle in front of my face and half of it was bloody to which I gave the biggest goofy grin. What I was thinking was, there is no way he split my skin. It didn’t hurt that bad.
Well
It turns out the repeated wood impact on skin wears skin out!! Who could have known?!! He had worn out two circles (don’t ask me how, imagine highest point of impact and a radius around it) of skin out of the two cheeks of my ass. Two oozing red circles. There wasn’t a lot of blood at the site but the whatever little was there had been splattered over everything immediately around my butt. *laughing* it was ridiculously gruesome and of course since blood was involved exciting. There is something so awesome about blood. So darkly mysterious. It makes me shiver. It makes him hard. But this was not that kind of blood. This was decidedly slow oozing blood, mixed with mostly interstitial fluid. When he was quite through (yes we still went on after observing the bloody paddle), I cleaned the wounds and put some salve on it but it oozed for another 2, 3 days. Sitting was very uncomfortable. I actually HAD to lay on my belly. You know like all the good old spanking stories when people are rendered so painful they can’t sit for a week. Well while bruises won’t quite achieve that, lack of skin does! And I tell you, while the fantasy of being that severely punished is delicious… the reality of having come by it in such an odd way was not as “fun”. I cursed and groaned and laughed at myself. HE spent the week laughing, literally, at my ass and threatening more on top of it.
The wounds did bruise some (which made him very happy because I haven’t bruised in any shade of blue for ages), then the skin began peeling and falling off and after an exact week, my bottom was back to normal.
We’ve been running around like headless chickens but I’ve been itching for the belt since. I think the paddle can take vacation now yes? Let’s draw blood with leather. (No knotted leather, too easy!!) And the perfect occasion awaits. I’m gonna be 3-0!
I just read over this and I realize it’s rather … bite sized (or post sized) version of the events I said I’d write about but waddaya want from me. I am tired. I have clinic tomorrow. I’ll write more later. Really I will. I have talking to do about Luke’s diet. The man has lost 7 lbs already. I rocketh!
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