A Hard Day’s Play – Part 2

Posted on | April 25, 2007 | No Comments | Previous Post Next Post

In this post: I get a great beating, and Aphrodite joins in the torment.

“Lie on your front,” Adonis orders me. I turn and sprawl on the ragged remains of my clothes. “I’m feeling violent today, and I’m not going to go easy on you.”

I nod, my head twisted on the pillows. “I know. I’ve been looking forward to it.”

I wait, wondering what he’s going to start with. Whether it will be heavy or whippy, intense or full of sensation. I can hear him rummaging through the bag of toys I brought with me. Then the rustling stops, and he moves to the other side of the bed. I can’t see anything except pillows and the bedside table, and even those are blurry from lack of glasses. I am wearing nothing but the cuff on my wrist that we chose together, and as I wait for him to strike, I feel every inch of my nakedness.

Something lands hard on my right buttock, a stinging pain that causes me to yelp and my head to fill with colour. When I can think again I know that it’s the equestrian crop – a purchase I was most pleased to find on an online auction site. He hits me on the left, and I yelp again.

There are no ties; no ropes or handcuffs – I lie there because I choose to be there. He beats me and it causes an adrenaline surge that gives me the giggles, turning to merry laughter as he continues. But as he thwacks me again and again, varying the placement of the crop, I lift my hips in reactionary agony, trying to reduce the pain on my arse. When it becomes too much, I surge forward to my knees, whimpering, “Too much, too much, too much.”

He sits beside me and strokes me, soothing the flesh on my cheeks. Relaxing me, calming me. When I have settled enough to lie flat again, he waits a moment, then stands and moves around to the other side of the bed. A change of toy.

He entertains himself. Bare hand. The heavy yellow plastic bat. The wooden paddle. The suede flogger. He works his way around my arse and my back, leaving marks and welts such as suit his sentiment. I groan and writhe and yelp and laugh and whimper, and he does not stop me. I know, in a part of my mind, that he is enjoying hearing my pain as much as I am enjoying receiving it.

He only stops when I calls “Too much,” and even then it is only temporary. When the pain on my back becomes overwhelming, he switches to my feet. Bastinado is a particular pleasure of mine, but he pushes the limits with the crop. As he beats the arch of my foot, the crop’s flap flicks around the curve to catch the front of my foot. Too much and I am near to tears.

He switches from foot to foot, and from the flat of the crop to the handle. They are a different type of intensity, and I enjoy the beating from the handle far more. I also make the mistake of telling him that, and he immediately returns to the flap end, with the flicking, and my resultant cries.

Aphrodite interrupts us, coming into the bedroom. She admires the welts and redness on my back and arse, and entertains herself by taking a pen and drawing on my cheeks. “A target for you!” she tells her husband. I can hear the grin in her voice.

She goes to the top of the cabinet, and I know that nothing good can come from it. She moves back to my arse and clips small pointy sharp things on my buttocks, which I vaguely recognise as tiny hair-clips. Adonis swats them off with the crop, causing me to yelp, and Aphrodite and Adonis both to chuckle. I curse her, but my punishment can’t get much more severe.

She stays and plays a while longer. Running something rough and wooden down my spine; then a wide pricking slide (an afro comb, it turned out); hitting my reddened buttocks with the pen; teasing me with different sensations that contrast with the beating my arse and back continues to take.

Eventually, she tires and leaves the room. “I’ll come back later,” she tells us. Once she’s left, Adonis tells me to get on my hands and knees. The change of angle for my shoulders means that my back is able to take more punishment.

And more punishment, I get.

Category: Adonis, Aphrodite, bastinado, BDSM, play date, punishment

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