Latest addition to our toy collection:

Chain dog lead attached to our collar.

Hi! Here’s my first blog entry. I’m “her”, otherwise known as Ms Vanialla Spankos.

I will write up some blog entries about how we got together, and about our fun and games during the past 2 months. I also plan to talk about my feelings, the inner struggles, and our combined efforts to make this BDSM thing work when we are in a romantic relationship as well. It has required effort and a lot of open and honest communication. But this has resulted in a wonderful caring and nurturing relationship that we have, filled with many hours of kinky fun. :)

But first… here’s the “office caning” from my perspective:

When he told me he was going to have his own office temporarily I immediately took the opportunity to tell him that one of my fantasies has always been to do stuff in someones office – by “stuff” I mean passionate vanilla sex. Neither of us yet brave enough for this sort of adventure, we talked about me visiting him in his office for a spanking. And so the day was set.

The evening before our scheduled session I sent him a text message, addressing him as subbie boy (to let him know his role had already begun) and told him to buy some wax strips on his way home. He replied “yes ma’am”, so I knew he got the picture. Later that evening I arrived at his place and told him that he had to wax my legs in preparation for tomorrows session, and that he also had to iron my shirt. On went his collar and he set about getting me ready.

This was the first time I had seriously taken a role of Domme outside a “session”. For the past two months I have been learning and growing and dealing with a part of me that hates to degrade or disrespect someone. Knowing full well I was doing neither, I was able to fully enjoy this extension to our session. I began to really enjoy setting the scene for the next day. He, however, seemed somewhat unused to me assuming Domme for such an extended time and twice went to use the computer without my permission. Consequently he received a short spanking with a steel enforced paddle, and there were some lighter reprimands thrown in for good measure.

So “the day” finally rolls around. He has gone to work and I get up and get dressed – a tight black business skirt which ends at my knees, a beautifully shaped white business shirt (not done up with buttons but rather the hooks you get on a corset) a black pinstriped jacket and black pumps (heels). I made an effort to wear makeup and pulled my hair back in a more business sort of way – like a french roll but with a clawed clip to hold it in place.

With nerves and excitement I ended up arriving 15 minutes early and SMSed him to tell him to come and collect me. He wrote back “sorry sorry sorry!!! still in a meeting”. “Very well then” I replied. Then I sent my final sms “1 for every 5 minutes late”. This was better than I could possibly plan! There he was, stuck in a work meeting, squirming in his seat thinking about me waiting impatiently and anticipating his punishment. Perfect!

Dressed so formally, which is unusual for me given I haven’t needed to dress so in quite awhile, I felt pretty self-conscious and nervous, but I didn’t want him to sense this. He left his meeting early and escorted me up to his office. Walking through the open working space full of his work colleagues was daunting. I felt so conspicuous like I was his girlfriend on show and like I had a sign on me saying “I’m here for kinky sh!t”. Relief flooded me when we made it to his office and he closed the door to the outside world. There he stood in his suit looking incredibly handsome and sexy. It was just me and him now. I knew how to handle that! ;)

The blinds which were the only barrier to protect us from public scrutiny were disconcertingly flimsy. There were gaps where I could see out and this seemed to unsettle the both of us.  I pushed him backwards up against the door but he felt people could see. I took our cane out from my bag and asked him what this punishment was for. He said he didn’t know. I reminded that I had instructed him to have a reason for me so added one to his tally. He said I owed him 7, so I added another 2 for being ten minutes late to collect me from reception.

We moved to his desk where I pushed him to bend over. I didn’t want to jump straight in so I rubbed his bum with my hand and then asked “so should we take your pants off?”. He freaked “Nooo!” and I fiddled with his belt and undid it, before laughing at his fear and saying I wasn’t going to remove them. I started the caning a little lightly but hit harder very quickly. I knew it hurt him a bit but he was trying to be quiet. Before I knew it I had delivered 9 hits. I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to see evidence of his pain. I made him bend over again and I resumed his caining until he had squirmed a few times and made a few mumbled grunts. I stopped somewhere over double his due number – I had given up counting.

When he stood up he was red in the face and his eyes were watery. We hugged and kissed. It was so incredibly exciting. Then came a knock at the door. With a chair under the handle of the door, and the cane visible on his desk he said “NOOO”. We cracked up laughing – how embarrassing. I put the cane away and he moved his chair and we talked about how embarrassing but hilarious this was and what a good thing they hadn’t knocked earlier. When we left the office one of his colleagues, and a friend, kindly informed us that it had been him who had knocked and he had done so deliberately to distrub us.

I couldnt help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Until recently I don’t think I would have been brave enough to dress up and go into someones office like that. The confidence to play out ones fantasies is incredibly exhilerating and empowering. Whats more – I have struggled the past 2 months with hitting him. Being a caring empathic person its agaisnt every grain in my body to hurt someone. Though obviously not agaisnt EVERY grain as I had the motivation to overcome my tenderness. I am proud that I was able to give him a decent caning – this means I *AM* capable of giving him what he wants and needs! My initial fears of not keeping up, or not being good enough, or just simply not being enough for him have finally dissipated completely.

What a way to celebrate our 2 months togther!