You always hurt the one you love

If you want to receive corporal punishment [CP] from your future partner, consider your limits. CP is like playing with fire. If you're careful, it can be warm and exciting. But if you're not careful about how you relate to your partner, there can be real pain.


Jake talks about a real punishment in his post :

she swung [the cane] so hard that the first stroke hit me in my lower back, right on the bone. Normally, the first few I can bear, but this was a whole new kind of pain, and I involuntarily shot up like a rocket and let out a prolonged wail

Well, you didn't think all those pain toys were just for fun, did you?

Paradoxically, your partner might not hurt you too much because she loves you. But she might arrange for someone else to punish you severely if you screw up.  

Yes, it depends on the nature of  your relationship.  

Maintenance Spanking

For lunch there was only a small turnout of a few locals and workers from the businesses nearby.  No turkey, just deli sandwiches and veggies. Sarah decided it was time to put up the holiday decorations.
"Get the ladder and the lights out of the back room", she ordered.

I was quick to move because I could feel my sore butt from the spanking she gave me last night.

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When were alone at the bar the day before, we had a little discussions about what other people in the lifestyle do.

 "Dave, " She asked me, "what is a maintenance punishment?"

"That's where a couple sets up a regular punishment session to reinforce submissiveness in the relationship."

I noticed her puzzled expression. "I know a lot of couples who do it."  I try to explain the lifestyle to her and hope that she'll understand the things that Mary and I do. We wish Sarah were more involved in our lifestyle, but we don't want to force her by confronting her.

"Have you done that?" she asked.

"Um, " I looked around the bar before I answered her. There was a couple at the other end of the bar talking and a few patrons at the tables. "I had it with Jane," I said softly. We usually had a session early Saturday mornings before she saw her weekend clients. Sometimes it was so severe, I couldn't sit down. I was literally on my toes the entire day.


"You're OK with that?", she followed.

"Sure, whatever floats your boat".

"Does it float yours?"

"Yeah. I guess. I still go to Jane's".  We have a deal. She sessions me and in return I manage her clients for the day.

Our conversation ended when a few more customers came in and we took their orders.

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I closed the bar that evening and went upstairs to the apartment. The place was quiet. As I slipped into the covers, Sarah stepped into the doorway.

"Dave," she whispered, "are you awake?"

"Yes. Is there anything you need?" I asked. I've learned to be attentive to her when she asks me this.

"Come here." she commanded.

I followed her down the hall to the bathroom. I expected her to point out to me how messy the room was. It was late (3 AM) and I figured I'd clean up first thing in the morning.

"Drop your drawers and bend over the tub."

"Yes, ma'am," I was surprised about her. She usually orders me around at the bar or when I'm in her bedroom but otherwise ignores me. I went into character and dutifully followed her command.

"You know what this is about Dave?" she asked.

"No, ma'am." I answered, trying to cover my fear,  "If it would please you ma'am , tell me what this is about."

"This will be your maintenance spanking," she said. She picked up the black leather strap with the holes and rubbed some body oil on it. She caught me looking as I was about to protest.

"Keep your eyes down," she said.  "How many?"

"Um," I was in a panic. I didn't want this to happen but I anticipated it. Me and my big mouth!  How many I could take? If I gave her a number too low she would realize I was just playing her. If the number was too high, I might get more that I could take. I had to think fast.

"30", I said. I felt an adrenaline rush when I gave that number. Fear and panic welled up in me. I knew I couldn't go back.

Sarah was a no-nonsense kind of person. Once she committed me to something she made sure I followed through.

"30 it is. Would you like a gag?"

"Don't think I'll need it."

"Sure? " she asked.

"Yeah", I replied. I'd had 30 strokes or more from Paul and I usually took it quietly, sometimes biting my tongue.

"Alright, then. " she lifted the strap above her shoulder. "We can't wake Mary. If you make too much noise, you'll get more."

She started in lightly, warming my backside gradually. The intensity picked up as she got near the end. I was breathing heavily, moaning as tears were welling up.

The last one was more intense than all the others. I heard the slap and felt the loud thud across the center of my cheeks. "Ow", I cried out loud.

"Is everything all right in there?" Mary called out from the hallway. She must have been listening to the entire session!

"Yes," Sarah turned toward the door, "We're OK.  Dave and I are getting acquainted with Mr. Strappy.  Go back to bed, sweets.  I'll be there in a few minutes."

She turned to me and said, "For that you get 5 more," and resumed whacking my butt with the strap.

When she finished she asked, "And what do you say?" as she laid the strap next to me.

"Thank you mistress," I tried to remember what Jane taught me, "thank you for punishing me because I deserved it."

"You bet you did," she said, "now I want you to remember this when you are working the party tomorrow."

I tried to sleep but my butt was on fire. I couldn't figure why she wanted me to remember the spanking during the holiday party. Was she giving me a message? Was she trying to tell me to do or not do something during the party? I wanted to obey her to avoid another painful experience.

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The next day, Sarah was feeding the strings of lights to me while I was up the ladder attaching them to the rafters.  My jeans slipped down below my waist. I was afraid the customers could see the red welts under my skimpy thong. I reached to pull my pants up.

"Worried someone will see the love marks I gave you last night?" she asked. The customers sitting nearby looked toward us.

"Yes," I said, "they don't know what we're doing".

"Oh, they'll figure it out," she said, "maybe you'll remember what you'll get if you go to the back room with your tricks tonight!"

Now I understood what she meant. Last year I turned a lot of tricks in the store room. I didn't realize how pissed she was about it. I would have to be much more careful now or face a more severe punishment from her.

"Nice going, Dave!" one of the patrons said.

"Lucky guy, " another chuckled.


 Be careful what you wish for.

Solstice and the Spirit

A man's spirit often drifts aimlessly like a paper bag in the wind. It goes forward one time but when the winds shift it blows back the next time. If he's lucky, he finds a partner who senses his spirit is adrift and sets it on a course with them. Usually someone finds him attractive but they don't know why. Chances are a prospective partner might not see a man's spirit and cannot help it. But there may be someone who can.

Holly was such a person. Maybe it was from her part Ohlone Indian background that she could read a persons spirit, or it was her acute sensitivity to people's emotions. She had been thinking about Dave before he called her that morning. He didn't seem to have a purpose other than to come over and hang out with her.

"You can help me gather fresh pine needles for our Solstice rite", she suggested. He warmed to her but hesitated to ask for more detail. They agreed on a time to meet at her house that afternoon.

They went into the Presidio, the former army base turned into a national park. They walked under a  large stand of tall pine trees.  Holly and Dave collected fresh branches of needles in their shoulder bags. Pagans used greenery to welcome the new year. 

When they reached a bluff that looked out on the Golden Gate they stopped. The sun was setting in it's southernmost position of the horizon. The famous bridge was beginning to glow an orange-gold. He turned toward Holly, her cheeks were glowing a warm red from the brisk walk up the hill. He moved toward her and took her in his arms and kissed her.

A kiss was his way of telling her something when he was a loss for words. She sensed his mood.

She advanced the next kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Yes, she was a "shameless whore", living with one young guy, her Tom, and flirting with an even younger guy. Dave liked her advances. He opened his mouth and sucked her tongue slightly, suggesting to her what he would like to do with her tender little pussy.

She caught his thoughts and became more curious. "Well," she broke away as she looked into his eyes, "are you up for it?"

"Yes," he said as they sat on a log and looked out toward the sunset. He fell silent.

"You want to tell me something?" she asked.

He lifted his hooded sweatshirt and the teeshirt underneath. "Check this out" he pointed toward the emblem. It was a small triskelion that had been cell-popped onto his thigh.

"How'd you get that? Was it Mary? Or, Jane?" Holly inquired. She knew someone had inserted the hundreds of needle jabs deep to his skin, burning his skin with searing little holes in the image of the BDSM icon.

"It was Em, the Fire Witch," he told her as if she knew the Domme that he had recently taken up with. San Francisco is a small town and people get to know almost everyone in the BDSM community.

"Is she a Witch with a coven?" Holly asked.

"Not sure," Dave replied. "She's called the Fire Witch because of her skills in fire play. I've been trying to figure out if she's Wiccan".

"And you like her?" Holly asked.

"Yes, much, " he replied. She looked at his expression and sensed his passion. She also noticed his confusion, his being adrift since Jane released him.

Although he was not much of a Witch, he sensed her recognition of his state. "But I want to stay with the Coven".

"We're not thinking of replacing you," she joked. "Are you joining us in the Solstice rite tonight?"

"Will you have me?" His plaintive voice did not disguise how much he wanted to be accepted by the Coven, to be given a new chance. He knew how the  members felt about singles, how unattached members broke the neutralized symmetry that the group preferred. Still, it wasn't entirely his fault that Jane left  him to go with a more attractive guy closer to her age. Although he hadn't attended any Pagan rituals since the summer Solstice, he had been with the other couples, Eric and Sara, Lisa and Goeff and Tom and her.

Holly would be pressed to argue that she didn't enjoy the many evenings Dave had been with Tom and her, how she delighted in beating her "boys" and having them service her in bed for the rest of the night. "You should come with us tonight," she said. "We'll have a surprise for you."

They walked back in the twilight toward the warm glow of the lights in the windows of the houses that lined the edge of the park. Holly had been Dave's "first" . She had introduced him to BDSM practices slowly, getting him to acknowledge his fantasies about being dominated and building up his trust in her. She began with one of his hands tied to a post as she tickled him. Then both hands were tied with some light flogging. Eventually he accepted being bound completely to her cross, table or horse as she inflicted pain on his body.

As they walked she learned more about Emerald and how Dave was hesitant to introduce her into the Coven until all the other members had approved. There would be questions about Jane and her roommate, Mary. And what was Dave doing with these women. Questions that Holly did not want to think about because she hoped that the group would continue to accept Dave.

Pagan Solstice - Coven Rite

Winter Solstice approaches in a day or so. Many Pagans do some kind of ritual that may be personal/public. I was taken in by a Wiccan Coven after rejection by my "Christian" family (who kicked me out of their home). I agree with many of their beliefs, particularly the Rede which says: "do no harm" and the attunement to the earth. I would like to become more involved but because of my "Christian" heritage and my gun-shy fear of religion, I am hesitant and have doubts.

OK, maybe I'll never become a Witch (my year + 1 day from my initiation is almost up), or at least not a good one. But I do like the Coven and, in particular, their rituals. Solstice will be no exception.

This Solstice we will probably watch the sunset, make a fire at the beach if the weather allows (it is usually windy & foggy here in SF) and then return to Holly's dungeon. From here on I would describe our BDSM rituals, so for those who are squeamish about the topic, maybe proceed to the conclusion?

In this Coven the women are more connected to the Wicca and are considered the priestesses. Men could advance but the guys in this group (partners of the women) are like me: a bit too far from the first rung of the Wiccan ladder. We pay the price for being so daft; we are used as sacrifices to the Dieties.

The rites involve bondage, whipping (pain play), wax play with candles and ritual submission to our partners.

OK, if you're uptight about strange religious practices, or freaked out about the right-wing Evangelical Christian morality, you might want to bail on this post. I have more details of the rituals in my other blog (dave94015.blogspot.com) .

Well, I have to leave this post for now but I will continue it after the Solstice ritual.