“I want a picture of your ass after I use this” and he held up his new paddle with three hearts inset in the leather.
This is how TL and I tend to work. He brings something up in the way he does. A challenge almost – to see if I’ll back down. We both know I won’t.
“If I want the hearts to show up, there can be no warm up. I’ll have to just do it. Think you can handle it?”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? I mean, it’s going to hurt.”
“Yes, I will be fine.”
I leaned over the chaise part of his couch and felt the paddle on my ass. As he held it there then removed it then placed it again, I grew impatient.
“What are you doing?”
“Lining the hearts up. Why,” he asked amused, ” are you nervous?”
“No, just wondering what you were waiting for.”
I felt the paddle leave my ass, then “whack!”
It smarted, but it wasn’t bad. But, I definitely felt the mark get red.
He did the other cheek too, but the hearts didn’t show up as well. Something about the angle of the swat.
Later, as we were laying on the couch talking, he put his hand on my ass absently.
It was then I really felt it.
By the time I got home, there was still an outline.