2014 got off to a flying start!

 Lots of spanking fun and parties, none more fun than when I attended one of my favourite clubs.

Please note this is written about me, not by me – to save confusion!

I hope you enjoy the read as much as I enjoyed administering ‘The burn’

 

‘Feel the burn’ for 2014!

 I headed off to the Surrey/Hants borders, to one of my regular BDSM clubs, where I am the ‘House Slut’!

A fun night was had by all… isn’t that what people always say?   But it was certainly true last night, even though it was a little quieter than usual, probably due to its proximity to NYE and people not having emerged very far yet from the tables they collapsed under that night!

My role, as always, was to be available to assist any guests and make sure they had a good time, so when I spotted a very beautiful blonde (female) Mistress sitting on her own, I went up and chatted with her.  I actually recognised her as Mistress Siren from another party at which I help out sometimes and, knowing her penchant for walloping upended bottoms, and having established that she was not accompanied by a partner last night, I felt it nothing short of my duty to offer her mine should she wish to get a little exercise later in the evening… not that I expected, in my wildest nightmares, that she might actually take me up!

But, of course… she did!

So, later in the night, I found myself draped over a padded trestle, my little black pvc skirt flicked up my back and my bottom presented for her attention and delectation… its only protection being a pair of fishnet tights stretched across its tightly curved cheeks and a wisp of transparent black panty.

I had the fearful anticipation of watching her draw out from her long, narrow bag, a rather evil-looking cane and then feeling it tap across both my cheeks… as I wondered quite what I’d let myself in for.

But not for long ‘cos the first one landed… WOW!!!

I’m not going to dwell on all the excruciating intervening strokes landing across my bottom as the count rose inexorably up to and beyond the 50 mark but, suffice to say, my involuntary gasps after every stroke would have been firm evidence for any guys and girls watching that I was being pushed to the limit!  When my lovely Tormentress broke through the 100 stroke mark looking as if she was just getting warmed up, I clung on in there with the happy thought that she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself… which was, of course, precisely what I was there for… wasn’t it?

And was I enjoying myself too?… of course I was… oh yesssss!

Heading towards 150, the endorphins coursing through my bottom were making the pain slightly more bearable even though I knew she was stepping up the strength… but, at last, when she took a brief break at no. 196 and asked if I was comfortable… COMFORTABLE!!!!!?…  I was ready to concede.  I asked her for just four more strokes to make a round 200… a much tidier figure to end on… so four more hard ones were whipped across my blazing bottom, whereupon I was allowed to get up and enjoy a delicious hug from this lovely and truly expert Mistress.

And as I clung to her, Mistress Siren told me she usually canes rather harder than that.  Was that a warning or a threat?… oh shit!  Not having been properly caned for a good many months, that was quite enough for me… but if and when she wishes to make use of my, er… services… another time, I can’t help feeling she’ll be taking a slightly more ‘serious’ approach… oh God!

Sitting here, a couple of days later, my bottom is aching rather erotically… a constant reminder of a deliciously painful occasion.  Deliciously?  Oh yes… a good caning is something to be anticipated with relish, albeit with some  fearful butterflies in the tummy… it will be experienced with fortitude and even great bravery sometimes… and if it’s done as well as Mistress Siren did that night, it will be followed by several days of achingly erotic feelings that can only be assuaged by continuous and  terrific sex!… Oh yessssss!… and by Heavens, it’s b….y worth it!  (I’m adding a comment here that, six days later, my bottom was still aching deliciously!).   So, to you, my lovely Tormentress, thank you, thank you and thank you again!

What is it that Americans say?… ‘Feel the burn’?  Oh yessss… I certainly did… and, days later, I still do!