Cop that!

I knew he had a thing for domestic discipline and corporal punishment, so I decided to search for a sexy cop outfit. I spent ages searching for the perfect one and once I ordered it online I began taunting him about what I had bought. I told him I had spent nearly $100 on something for play. I told him that it wasnt something he would use. When it arrived he was interstate so I sent a photo of the package to his phone so he could see the size of it. Then I told him I had to check if it “worked” (ie fitted). I spent the next week enjoying dropping hints about the what I had bought, but only hints I knew wouldnt allow him to guess what it was. We scheduled Wednesday afternoon in for play and I had told him it would take me awhile to set it up.

I asked him to check his letter box again before coming in. This time he would find a letter – a “Notice of infringement”.

“Dear Mr Vanilla Spanko. Your vehicle was recorded on some day(s) this week, on some road in the state, doing a speed in excess of the speed limit. You are hereby summonsed to attend court presided by Mistress VS on (date) at (location) where your punishment will be determined. Please proceed to the entrance from whereupon you will be escorted. Yours sincerely, Ms Vanilla Spankos, Jurisdiction of the Kinky Counsel”.

When he arrived home I raced to the door and peered through the peep hole and watched him giggle as he read the letter. He approached the door giggling. I felt so vulnerable! I felt like a turkey dressed up at Christmas… only it wasnt Christmas! My worst fear was that he would take one look at me and laugh. I told him I wouldnt let him in until he stopped laughing. He regained composure, and still nervous as hell I let him in, hiding myself behind the door as I opened it. The I directed him to put his hands up against the wall and I asked if he was carrying any weapons on his body. He said no so I patted him down and then opened his bag and pulled out the new paddle I knew he had brought home that afternoon. “Whats this? I thought you werent carrying a weapon”.

He told me earlier in the day that he had had a very stressful time at work. So I revised my plan for the afternoon and decided to take things slowly to help him get into his subbie role. I ordered him to strip then and there and then I walked him with his hands behind his back to the bathroom where I ordered him to shower with the curtain open so I could observe him.

After the shower I instructed him to kneel before me And I told him that the court was open to persuasion should he think of anything he could do which may help his case. He seemed confused. I tried to clarify by indicating that should he think of anything he could do to please me then his punishment may be reduced. He still seemed confused and seemed to panic. He suggested he could kiss my feet so I allowed him to do this, then subtracted one from his tally. When I asked if there was anything else he really freaked out “like what?”. He was unable to think of anything else and seemed quite stressed about the pressure so I told him that we would begin the punishment but that he would have another opportunity to better his case later on.

I worked him for a long time. Somewhere close to 45 minutes. I used a large number of implements including the crop, two floggers, the new paddle, a strap, a sensual chain and my hand.

But I have a feeling he will again run into trouble with the law ;)

Sheriff’s in town

I had previously anticipated this Wednesday evening – a special session, one she had primed me for with the fear of punishment having ordered me to write down all my misdemeanours from the Sunday till that Wednesday night. I did so, although I failed to email her that list by midday Wednesday as she had also ordered. I paid for that forgetfulness later – although as it so happens I was at the post office picking up our new paddle when she texted me to let me know I had forgotten to send her the list. Ironic.

So I knew she’d bought something that she was planning to use that evening – something that “took a long time to set up”. I had no idea. I thought butt plug, strap-on … but I knew I was wrong, I knew I wouldn’t be able to guess.

I get home Wednesday around 6pm. A text message as I pull up ordering me to check the letter box. I do so, expecting to find the collar with a note that would require me to humilate myself even more than last time (did I mention a neighbour actually saw me putting the collar on for that other session). Not the case. Instead just a printed note (which you can see a bit of at the top of this blog post) … a Summons from the “court” ordering me to present myself for punishment for the crimes of speeding – a crime I had indeed confessed to in my manifest of misdemenours (which although I missed the deadline for I still ended up delivering).

I sidle on up to the door and knock nervously – and start giggling. She’s on the other side of the door, and also starts giggling. Doesn’t do much for setting the mood or me getting into my subbie role. Eventually we calm down and she lets me into the house. I walk into the room, she’s behind the door and closes it after me – and I turn around to see her dressed in a forest green police sherrif’s uniform – well, a variation of; a sexy single piece tight top and short skirt, complete with the sunglasses and fishnet stockings. Yum.

Up against the door I go and I’m ordered to strip off. Completely. Luckily she’s merciful enough to not launch straight into anything as I’d texted ahead to let her know I’d had a crap day at work and would appreciate some consideration. So she sends me off the shower – and I shower, while she stands in the bathroom and watches me. I feel a little self-concious.

Out of the shower, dry off. Into the lounge, naked. Forced to my knees. Hands cuffed behind my back.

“How many are you getting”

“19″

She alludes to the possibility that the “court” may be subject to … persuasion.

“What are you willing to do to get some taken off your tally?”

What does she mean? What can I do?

I kiss her feet.

“That’s one off. Anything else?”

Not that I can think of. So over the arm of the lounge I go, my legs spread, face down in the cushions.

She works me over with the floggers, riding crop (which she got me up to a nine with several times) and the new paddle. For the purposes of my punishment her hand and the new paddle contributed to the tally, so interspersed with other implements she slowly worked down through the 19. Off to the bedroom for the last few.

Afterwards, the cuffs came off and we cuddled :)

New toy!

I will write a longer account of our session last night later on, but this is just to show off our new toy from The London Tanners which turned up just in time for last night’s session; a Junior Spanking Paddle with a photo below showing the paddle and the stitching on the back of the handle:

It really is a nice paddle – the flexibility and size of it gives it a great swiping action and it feels good too, fairly light – something you could take quite a few smacks with.

Wednesday

She’s got me a little concerned. She’s bought something off eBay and I can’t guess what it is. She’s teasing me about it. I’ve had to set aside my whole Wednesday evening for it. It requires preparation time to set up. I know there’ll be punishment and discipline involved at some point as I already have a tally of 14 and she’s told me to write down everything I do wrong from now until Wednesday evening – including speeding, being late for meetings – everything.

It’s not a spanking implement, it’s not a butt plug, not a strap-on, not restraints – I honestly have no idea, from the meager clues she’s given me. She’s thoroughly enjoying this.

Our new London Tanners Junior Spanking Paddle should arrive in the next day or so and I expect that’ll be broken in on Wednesday night.

I’m freaking out a little bit … I don’t think I’ll get much work done today and almost certainly nothing done on Wednesday.

My pain scale

In her last post Breaking the fear barrier my girlfriend and mistress mentioned the 1 to 10 pain scale according to her understanding. I just wanted to share my thoughts on the pain scale we use.

First of all so far I’ve never used anything lower than 3 although hand spanking over jeans would have to be a 1 and they’re never serious so no need to apply the pain scale. If she’d asked me while delivering that caning I probably would have said 11. Anyway, that’s another story and we learned that day it’s important to at least finish a spanking on the bare so you can monitor the damage even though it will hurt more.

3: Typical hand spanking or paddle applied over pants. Can take a fair few of these but they’ll build up and work up the scale even though they’re all applied with the same force. I definitely feel them, but they feel like a massage. Good warm up. Also the flogger after a few minutes.

5: Tawse or strap. A good level of pain. The sort that sends me into subbie space.

7: This is what the large 16″ wooden paddle usually starts at when applied to my bare ass although I usually only get this for disciplinary spankings and no more than four at a time. Bit too intense for my liking but I’m not supposed to enjoy these sort of sessions. Of course, I still do – but for a different reason.

9: After the fourth with the plank mentioned above or the cane. A scale 9 impact will also propel me across the bed (assuming I’ve been bent over the end of the bed as is her favourite position for me) and leave me curled up fetal position under as many pillows as I can grab while in trajectory.

Also just want to mention I’ve put up just one pic for now of our spanking implements collection on the new toys and implements page with more to come, seeing flickr deleted our account.

Twelve!

So, she comes home today. Been away too long and I’ve been going out of my mind. You’ve probably missed her too as I’ve written the last eight or so blog posts so will be good to have her back and blogging.

But twelve! OK well it started as ten – we were just chatting over the Internet during the week and I was being a rude brat as usual and so she just dropped that in the middle of the conversation. Now any sub knows what it means when their Dom/Domme just gives out a number. It’s a tally for the number of spankings they’ve just earned themselves and when we’re talking punishment/discipline spankings that have tallies associated with them it’s usually going to be with something serious like the cane or in our case the big wooden paddle on the bare. But couldn’t she have warned me I was pushing my luck and that I was accruing a spanking tally instead of waiting till I had collected ten?

No, because she’s a – and I told her that, hence why I earned two more :)

She couldn’t wait till she came home either so told me to go get the wooden paddles, pull down my pants, bend over the couch and spank myself. Which I obediently did even though she had to trust I was actually doing it seeing she was far away. Which she did – but decided she wasn’t sure if I’d done it hard enough so she didn’t take any off my tally. Which still stands at twelve, and I’ll probably be collecting those sometime this weekend.

Broomstick bondage

Saw this over on the Bondage Blog – using a broomstick placed behind the knees of the spankee with their hands tied/cuffed around the stick to hold them in a slightly bent position with their butt sticking out. Thought that was a nifty idea!

Order for corrective action

After seeing this very amusing Official Ticket over at Pixie Wells’ blog and people asking to get a copy of it I decided I’d put a basic one together. Unfortunately I was in a rush to get this done before work so it doesn’t look as good as the one Pixie got, no pictures or colours and it’s not as funny but still – I could imagine this coming in handy in many DD situations. Click on the image for the full size printable version:

Order for corrective action

This official order is an authorization of the use of physical disciplinary measures for the identified crimes and behaviour of the convicted.

(name) has been found guilty of the following: Sleeping in, not cleaning up, neglecting partner, nagging and poking, wasting money, sarcasm and attitude, grumpiness, forgetfulness, late/unpunctual, nothing in particular or other.

The punishment for these crimes will be: Hand, paddle, strap or tawse, cane, crop, flogger or other.

The punishment will be executed immediately or at the convenience of the authorizing officer.

The convicted person will follow the instructions given by the authorizing officer including preparing for the delivery of their punishment and removal of clothes if so ordered. Failure to comply will result in additional corrective action.

Authorized by (name), dated.

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If you have any suggestions for enhancements, changes or additions please let me know. Also I’ll put up a PDF version too which might make it easier to print it off.

I’m seriously looking forward to this being used in our house when she gets back from her trip.

Enjoy!

Home bondage setup

You don’t need to have a full-on basement dungeon setup with flogging wall at home to play – although if I had the space and permission from my landlord to sink masonry bolts in the wall I would certainly do so.

However with a few lengths of chain and some accessories you can convert your bed into a handy bondage platform that’s easy to get someone tied down and versatile enough to give you sufficient positioning options for either spanking, sensual or sexual play.

Here’s our setup; first we have chains around each T-intersection of vertical upright and horizontal bar at the bed head:

With this configuration once you have your sub (me) or bottom (her, when I’m Top) cuffed it’s then quite easy to drag them to the bed, retrieve the chains dangling next to the bed head and attach the spring-loaded clips to the D-ring on their cuffs.

This way you can have them lying face down or on their back, or as I did with her a few weeks ago kneeling facing the wall … which was a little tricky for flogging as I had to stand on the bed (or stand to the side and use the tawse which she hates) but it can work.

Then down the other end of the bed we have some chain loops with D-bolts:

As we don’t have ankle cuffs (yet) these D-bolts are pretty much just for running rope through them. Makes it easier to secure and tighten ropes without having to tie knots around the angular frame and then have to re-tie them to adjust. It works a bit like a pulley.

By the way, as I learned last time when spreading her legs and securing her ankles with rope. If you have a correctly stored rope and you’re trying to manage the situation and continue making it interesting for your bottom/sub while unravelling the rope and all of a sudden it jams and you panic and then spend the next 15 minutes manually untying each loop … stop. As I realised later while trying to figure out what went wrong, all I had to do was stick the end I was working with back through the loop and then pull the whole loop through and then it was all working and unravelling correctly.

If you’re going to play with ropes, learn to tie suitable knots and be always concious of blood circulation and monitor their skin colour during play. Don’t do single loops around any part of the body if there’s going to be strain put on that rope. Don’t use thin ropes that can cut into the body or stretchy ropes that tighten like an elastic band.

Out in the bush

I can’t even remember why I got this one – perhaps it was just a maintenance spanking, trying something new or whether there was a disciplinary reason for it …

We were out walking in the afternoon a few days ago in a local reserve and after some light poking* she mentioned she was looking around for a nice large fallen log to throw me over and deliver me a spanking with a stick.

A stick? Rudimentally but possibly effective. Yet too much like a cane for my liking, and I was still recovering from my “severe” caning the week before. Luckily I had anticipated that spanking would come up on this walk in the bush and I had come prepared and had our small wooden oval paddle in my satchel bag. She expressed some disappointment that she wouldn’t have to resort to using available natural resources but I pleaded that I only wanted to give her options and that I was being a good bottom. She seemed satisfied with that.

We walked for another half hour and then it was time. “Down on your hands and knees” she ordered. Down I went, right there on the grass next to the rough path in the bush. She knelt down behind me, reaching underneath me, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans and tugging them down around my knees.

She then opened my bag, retrieved the wooden paddle and spanked me.

I have to admit I was a little distracted, having only been spanked in “public” a half dozen times now and I was straining to look off into the distance every direction to see if anybody was coming down the path (it’s a relatively popular place for people to walk their dogs and we’d passed 3 dog-walkers already that afternoon). Admittedly she went pretty soft on me and I think I only got about 8 with the paddle.

After that, jeans back up, the dog leash clipped onto a belt loop and we walked back down the path with the threat that if I fell behind and the leash went taut that I’d get more. I did, once.

What a fun afternoon walk!

* Poking is what a sub does to provoke a Top to spank or discipline them and sometimes can be as simple as physically poking them in the ribs but generally takes the form of pushing the boundaries and everything right up to practically begging for it.