Every once in a while, my husband comes across a new, more effective way of spanking me.
For example, once he had me on my knees in the bed. Paddle in hand, he dipped his fingers in a glass of water, sprinkled my bare ass, rubbed it all around, and let me have it. Water and lotion can act like spanking magnifiers. Ooooouch.
But recently, he managed to paddle me in that super sensitive spot, right at the very top of my thighs where my thighs meet my bottom.
I have a super high tolerance for pain, and can take a hard strapping or paddling while staying in place and letting out not much more than a whimper.
But when that paddle hit that spot? I shrieked out loud into the pillow. Screamed! It hurt soooo badly! If a hard swat with the paddle on my bare ass is a six, that was a ten.
I've gotten spanked there before. I've never been paddled there.
Now, since he's discovered my weak spot, I've been paddled, spanked, strapped, and (gulp) whipped there, thank you, Sir Loopy Johnny.
He took immense satisfaction in seeing how effective his spanking was. He doesn't like to give wimpy spankings. He likes to know he's done a satisfactory job. He wants me sufficiently reddened, and thoroughly spanked. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ok, you know I love it. Most of the time, I find this satisfying).
Anyhow, let's just say he could tell he'd found his mark.
He let me have it, again, and again, and again, until I could hardly take it anymore. When he was done, I was sweating, and panting, and thoroughly submissive. Later, when I went to sit down, it was excruciating trying to sit. A friend told me that is called the "sit spot." I've heard the term, but never knew exactly where that was.
Yup. Right about there.
"Hmmm," he mused later. "Seems like I might have been doing this wrong all along."
Oh, dear. Oh my!
I think I've discovered why the diaper position is so freaking effective.
"So the next time I get punished, you're going to spank me there, aren't you?" I asked. I knew the answer.
He nodded soberly. "Yes," he said.
Oh, dear. Oh my!
"I'd better behave myself," I muttered.
He nodded again. "Yes, you'd better. Now I know how to spank you more effectively, I will spank you there if you're naughty."
Honestly? I like to be spanked, though I dislike being punished (a lot). The mere thought of a punishment spanking, which is hard, and long, and I have no control over, and being paddled on that sit spot, has me more than a little worried.
This is likely a good thing (she reluctantly admits).
When tempted to say something snarky, I've found myself stopping in my tracks. When in the car, I've paid super close attention to how fast I'm driving. I'm intensely focused on speaking politely, and obeying my rules.
I suppose this was his intent all along.
I have a few nicknames for him. Captain Safety (just teasing, sweetie, I swear!!). Super Dom.
But I'm thinking maybe that doesn't cut it.
He who Shall be Obeyed. The Paddler. Slap Happy. Alpha Spanker.