Hit or Miss

Many apologies for the lack of posts recently. It sure has been the silly season and Mr Vanilla Spanko has been super busy with work.

We havent played as much as we would like, which is probably in part to do with placing priority on fostering our sexual realtionship, which seemed to be taking a back seat to BDSM. It sure has been nice to focus some more on intimacy and helping him enjoy sex… and now he does. Yay! But that doesnt mean he doesnt still have a running tally and cop the occasional short smacking session. Why, after seeing a movie I couldnt resist pushing him agaisnt the back of his car in the mall’s carpark, with his arms stretched out supporting himself, and gave him several strikes with my hand. Now that was a buzz. I’d always wanted to push him against a car and work him. Bit of a thrill wondering if anyone had seen!

Anyways… back to the topic of this post… hit or miss. Thought it was time to write a post about BDSM not working quite so well. Through no fault on either side, sometimes things just dont quite work.

I’d warned him that he was going to have a weekend detention and that he needed me to “teach him a lesson”. So the following weekend he helped dress me into a tight busines like skirt, a white business shirt, and a black underbust corset. I even wore reading glasses to help add to the look. I was trying hard to set the scene with what I said… detention, naughty boy and other school related talk. I dont know what it was. Maybe neither of us were in the right mood? Maybe we played because we had both wanted to, but not becuase we were both in the right “space”. I told him “the sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can…. go home” and then i couldnt help but laugh. We WERE home! Our little weekend detention was taking place on HIS BED!!! Perhaps he was right, perhaps we needed a separate room with a desk to help get him in his space. Part of his punishment was for incessant swearing. I told him he could not speak to his teacher that way. But then I would let some swear words slip out myself. Even called him “honey” and “baby” a few times accidentally – certainly no way to speak to your student!

I felt bad I hadnt given him a long session in awhile, so while I started with the cane, followed by the crop, I proceeded to use several floggers. I wanted to spend some decent time on him. I really wanted to get him to subbie space and I knew a few whacks with a cane wouldn’t do the trick. But later he told me floggers don’t really fit the whole “teacher/ student” scene so he had trouble getting into his role.

At one stage, I can’t even remember what it was about, he burst out laughing and I couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying. It seemed a bit of both. He told me he was fine but that was difficult for me to judge. it freaked me out. Should I stop incase he isn’t fine? Should I take his word, and keep going… I think he could take more. I kept going, and turned out he was fine. Laughing, and a few little tears. But who hasnt cried with laughter? It’s just not meant to happen at the hands of your misstress!!!

We havent had a big session since, and to bhonest, I feel a little selfconscious and nervous after the way the last one went.

Mind you, the afternnoon finished whim him “handing in his homework” for me to view. (ie. he got himself off infront of me for the first time). Now that was special. And that certainly worked ;)