Spanked

I was instructed, when I left the interview to send a message to Mr H. His reply instructed me to check my email. Sure enough there was an email from him telling me to head home and when I got home I had instructions to follow. MrH had put out clothing that I was to put on, I was instructed to call him Sir and I was to let him know when I was dressed. I was then to go to the Living room and put myself if the “wait” position. I started the car and set off. My mind raced on the drive, what would he have planned. We had the whole house, the whole day. I hoped I would be allowed an orgasm (or two), and maybe Mr. H would take advantage of us being alone and I would also be spanked.

Failure.

So I headed home. I have to say I felt like I was going to fail from the very beginning. The shoes Mr H had left out were ones that hurt me and Mr H had said he would not ask me to wear them again. But I put them on.

I went downstairs and pulled up the picture of “wait” so I could be correctly positioned.

I attempted to get into position. I tried to curl my toes into place … And I could have screamed. The pain in my toe was excruciating. I should perhaps explain I have had an operation on my big toe a few years ago. So I tried again. Mr H wanted this position. I had to do it. Over and over I tried and I couldn’t hold it – the pain was making me feel sick. So I messaged Mr H and told him. He gave me permission to take the shoes off. Even barefoot, I couldn’t manage the position. The closest I could manage was to have my feet flat and to sit back.

Mr H arrived home and I apologised for failing. He said I had not. He seemed not to notice I was not correctly positioned… Or maybe he realised I had done the best I can with my physical constraints.

Spanked to subspace.

Mr H took charge. Inspecting me and praising me for following instructions, this fixed my submissive mindset. He had set the room up ready for the scene he had planned, so subtlety, that I hadn’t noticed, but when he told me to lean over the footstool, there was a cushion already in place. The scene was to begin how I had hoped, and I grinned as he spanked me.

Mr H used a number of implements to spank me and I floated gently way shortly after he started. Never pushing too far, there were a few blows that registered an 8 but nothing that made me want to use my safe words.

Moving on.

Mr H used a vibrator to stimulate and although he asked me to cum I didn’t. The stimulation stopped or changed before I reached the right level. Afterwards I apologized for not following his commands. Mr H decided it was time for his pleasure and so he had me sit up so he could use my mouth. He finished by bending me back over the footstool entering me and holding my hair.

Throughout the scene he spoke to me. He asked me many times “who’s are you?” And I responded “I am yours, Sir” as well as asking if I was ok during the spanking.

After glow.

Needless to say I am now very relaxed, those happy chemicals are flooding my body. And I can smell my sex and Sir because he had me clean him with my mouth when he had finished. I could wash my face but I find it keeps me in the submissive state a little longer.

I feel better, too. MrH and I have cuddled and talked. I have told him why I wasn’t able to follow his instructions, and that I did try to obey. My shoulder pain also seems to have eased. I wonder if it was a trapped nerve and the position I was in for the spanking as well as the physical relaxation has allowed it to release. Just goes to show being spanked and fucked can fix most anything.

Sweetgirl x

If you enjoyed this, click HERE, and find out what happened when Mr H and I decided to see what it would be like if he spanked me as hard as he could.

Virtual Munches.

You can learn so much from other kinksters and attending a munch is a valuable source of information and you will find friendly people to talk to. I go to a virtual munch held twice a week at the SafeworD/s Club, and I highly recommend it as a place to learn and find friends. Click HERE to go to the site.

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