However, I found some rather interesting repercussions which resulted after we posted the story. Rather unexpected repercussions. While involved in our scenario I found myself not totally focused on getting spanked as I was attending to the photography and all the associated details. Even during the preparation of the photos for posting (mostly just cropping them down to size) I was focused on the technical aspects. I don't think it was until the next morning that I was able to really look at the pictures.
Keep in mind that normally when she spanks me, I am unable to see much of her. When I am over her knee, I can see her shoes (often high heels), legs and the lower part of her sitting in her chair. When she has me bent over for a paddling, I am facing away from her and can see even less. So, for the first time I was able to see her expressions, the raising of the hairbrush and how intense she becomes when spanking me. It left me wanting more. Much more! And aroused. Very aroused! I found myself becoming obsessed with looking at the pictures of her.
Our mornings usually begin with me rising first, usually around 6AM. My routine includes letting the dogs out, feeding them, then sitting down with my first pull of espresso and going though e-Mail. She doesn't usually rise until around 9AM at which time I prepare coffee for her (sort of a Latte'). Yesterday morning, after hearing her first stirrings, I prepared her coffee and headed up the stairs to the bedroom to deliver it before she actually got up. I placed her coffee on a tray and in addition to the coffee was one of our 'Notices of Discipline'. This time, however, I filled it out (this form has exceeded my wildest expectations in communicating with each other). In the 'Reason' field I checked the box for 'Maintenance' and in the 'Discipline Recommendation(s)' field I checked the boxes for 'Spanking', 'Paddling', and 'Strapping'. I hesitated for a bit but finally decided that under the circumstances I should check the box for 'Severe'.
This was the first time I used our form as a request from me for her to discipline me. I think she was a bit surprised, but understood. I had included 1PM on the form as the time for the discipline to be carried out but she postponed it until after our planned shopping trip.
After putting things away from our shopping excursion, she informed me that she was ready to carry out my request. She bent me over our kitchen table and proceeded to bare my bottom in preparation for my discipline. We have just obtained a book, 'Tales of the Unbreeched' which describes discipline in the Victorian style. She has been reading this book and was especially impressed by the formal rituals as portrayed in the book. To my delight, she has added some of these rituals to her own style and I soon found my bottom bared by her. She started with her usual 'lead off' leather paddle and it was soon made clear that she was fulfilling my request for 'severe' discipline. Next she grabbed the 'school' paddle from the rack and filled our house with the cracking sounds it makes when impacting a naughty bottom. I think I lost track at this time but I know she used several additional implements which applied many additional swats and my bottom was very much on fire.
Then she let me up. However, I knew that this session was not quite at a point of conclusion. I grabbed the 'Spencer' paddle along with the 'purpleheart' paddle and placed them on the counter. I requested 25 from the Spencer and ten from the purpleheart. I also asked her to make them very hard.
In the past, she was hesitant to give me 25 swats throughout an entire session. She has found that a naughty male can certainly take much more. And she has also enjoyed the power she feels when she administers a more severe spanking. So she did not hesitate to take me up on my request. My bottom was still bared and she gently placed her hand on the middle of my back and bent me back over the table. Then, she proceeded to lay a volley of very hard swats on me with the Spencer. That is the large paddle with all the holes. It makes a strange 'whistling' sound when swung with enough velocity and it was certainly whistling now. After the whistle, you feel the impact. And what an impact. She proceeded to administer the entire 25 swats in rapid fire. She placed the Spencer paddle back on the rack and reached for the purpleheart paddle from the counter. If you look back on this blog you will see my description of making this paddle and the fact that its quite heavy. She has never administered ten full force swats with this paddle. So I braced myself and she proceeded to lay on all ten. I finally felt like I had had enough.
She proceeded to inspect her work and found that she had actually raised blisters. This was only the second time that had happened (perhaps providing the definition of 'severe'). I felt like I had (finally) been properly spanked and that my needs had been fully met. I read quite a few blogs relating to women spanking men and find it interesting that many of the male authors like the time before and after a spanking but hate it while undergoing the actual spanking. However, as in the incident described above, I found that I really liked it. Not so much as enjoying it (although the endorphines were flowing freely) but rather feeling like I was getting something that I needed (craved). It was as though the pain was feeding a part of me that needed it.
Later that night she instructed me to serve her orally. It was not a request. I quickly and eagerly complied. I felt this was a way to show her my appreciation for her fulling my request for a hard spanking. As so eloquently put by another blogger, this act is not one of punishment but rather an erotic act of my submission for her and her dominance over me. It seemed a perfect end to an awesome day. I felt that I had been given the gift of new insight into my interests in being spanked by my Lady.
Postscript to the Epilog
As I rose this morning, I was thinking about how I was going to compose this post to the blog. Then it came to me: I'll send her flowers! So I called the local florist (Linda's Flowers). The woman answering the phone identified herself as 'Linda', (probably the owner). We discussed the delivery and payment information (also, I asked for some red in the flower arrangement), then came the card. This was a little embarrassing but that has never stopped me in the past. Upon telling Linda what I wanted to say, she remarked that she was all in favor of such things. She even exclaimed that she was going to share it with her husband. Made me wonder if she is one of us.
Naturally, after the events of the previous evening I was experiencing feelings of satisfaction and relief. Even my Lady was almost dancing around this morning, playing with our dogs and even setting up catnip for her kitty. She was almost 'giddy' with energy and expressed that she, too had received a great amount of pleasure in applying a very hard paddling to me.
It took until the middle of the afternoon for the flowers to arrive and she was taken totally by surprise. She described her reaction as 'skipping on top of the clouds'.
I don't know how its possible but I seem to keep falling more and more in love with her!