Monday, 18 April 2011

An Old Fashioned Lesson in Obedience

I knew it was coming. I had been on such a high that I had become reckless and cheeky. The imp was certainly to the fore, and I let her get up to her usual mischief unchecked. My texts were peppered with provocations, my claims of being 'good' stretched the meaning of the word to breaking point. I was steering along a perilous path and revelling in the sensual thrill the danger evoked. I had no thoughts of others, I thought only of myself and the giddy heights of my emotions that were so intoxicating.

I knew that there would be consequences. Somehow I had managed to convince myself that these would be way off in the future. Somehow I convinced myself that in some small way I would be able to control the delivery of the punishment, and certainly I had convinced myself that the chastisement would be purely physical and easily accommodated by my bottom.


That was before the announcement of the safe arrival by post of His latest consignment. A set of canes. A SET of canes, A SET of CANES !! Why would anyone need a set? Were the three He already possessed not already sufficient? What qualities could possibly be lacking in the ones He already had to require the acquisition of a further set of four? The only glimmer of hope I could see was that He might want to keep these new arrivals for a special play session...a distant session way off in the future...

Any thoughts of a delay in getting acquainted with these implements was dispersed by His text mid afternoon which stated clearly a desire to see my bottom 'framed by the bloomers'. I know full well there is a direct correlation between bloomers and cane. Somehow the old fashioned garments are only truly done justice to if the punishment is a good old fashioned rod applied to the proffered derriere. There was to be no delay then in breaking in these novice implements.


Two further texts:
The collar to be in place when He arrived.
I was to give serious contemplation to my behaviour.

My knees a little weak, I prepared for His arrival. He generally states only an impression in His text of how His sub is required to dress. The rest is left up to my interpretation, and I am always a little anxious as to whether I have read His mood correctly, or whether my attire will be a disappointment. Bloomers and collar: but did He have in mind over garments that He could peel away, or just underwear? It's a dilemma. I will be expected to make up my own mind, I just hope that the result is pleasing to Him...

He is just a few minutes late, the traffic our foe once more. I open the door for Him and know at once by the way He looks at me that I have made the right choice. Black lace up boots, thick black stockings, white calf length bloomers. white shift, black corset pulling my waist in tight: pressing my breasts up and swelling my sex down below, neck encircled by the black leather of His ownership. He drinks His sub in with His eyes. I know I have done well and I swell with pride that I have pleased Him. Slowly He makes me turn. I have tucked up the ludicrously indecent rear of the bloomers for now. For now they cover the round globes of my bottom. Separating the white cotton halves to reveal the flesh beneath will be part of His pleasure later.


There is little preamble tonight. He asks what I have to tell Him. My insides squirm, the words which flow so easily in my mind falter at my lips. The more He speaks, the more I cringe at the stupidity of my actions, the more He questions, the more it dawns on me that I have let Him down. I love Him and yet I have been deceitful in my actions. He has shown nothing but patience with me and yet my childish mood and actions have abused His belief in me. Trust- so central to my submission to Him, and yet I have not delivered the same to Him. I am ashamed.


He is right to take me over His knee and deliver a severe warming to my rear. He separates the cotton of my drawers and exposes the flesh of my behind. We do not keep a tally, this is just the warm up, the serious punishment will come in due course. I am mindful to keep as still as possible: no stray hands: no lifted feet, I listen carefully for instructions and obey instantly. Legs further apart! I am quick to respond and bite my lip as His fingers test His property for wetness.

I release the breathe that I did not know I was holding. He is satisfied. He allows me to kneel before Him and thank Him properly for His attention. I take Him into my mouth, eager to please, eager to make amends. He rests back in His chair, He will keep me on my knees for sometime as He relaxes into the pleasures that I stimulate for Him. It may be minutes, maybe an hour, He will decide when my punishment will continue. The punishment will come: He will not be hurried, He will make me wait: make me serve: make me think: make me feel: make me give everything. When I am fully His again, that is when the punishment will come.

I am focused only on Him, my eyes cast downwards. He rummages in the bag to His side, still seated, one hand resting on my head to ensure I maintain focus on the depth of my task. I can guess what He has in His hands. He has brought three, not the full set tonight. He plays a little, flicking them across my rump, sending me nuzzling deeper into His groin. At last He releases me from my task, pressing me to sit back on my heels He proudly introduces me to His new toys letting me feel the weight and flexibility of each. Finally He offers the choice to me. Of the three, which do I choose for my punishment tonight?

My mind is calm. I am dressed in white and black, it seems fitting to choose the one attired in the same colours. I tell Him of my choice. I cannot tell if He is pleased or not, but He accepts my choice. His next instruction is merely to proceed upstairs and present myself for punishment appropriately.


I stand before the brass bedstead. I bend at the waist, my arms resting on the metal bars, my legs apart. He keeps me waiting just long enough to set my legs trembling as the anticipation builds. I feel His presence in the room. He crosses to the bed, tugs the bloomers back further to reveal more of my thighs. He strokes the blushing flesh before deciding that further warming is required. The thinnest cane is called into action. He admires the 'whippiness' of it, only the slightest wrist action is needed to send it swishing round my curves. He flicks it against my inner thighs commanding my legs wider apart. Next on the tenderness of His property, involuntary I flinch and twist. He decides it is time. He switches canes.

To move is forbidden. It will earn me extra strokes. He lines up His aim carefully. The first cut sears across the top of my thigh just under my buttock. I draw in my breath, I bite my lip, I silently pray that my involuntary movements of self preservation were slight enough not to earn an extra stroke this early on. It has begun. I need it, I crave it, desire it, and yet at this moment I wonder if I can take it. My mind is in turmoil, yet my body obediently returns to the required position. My proffered bottom meekly requests the next stoke. At His pace, by His hand, the lesson in obedience will be deeply inscribed.


Velvet <3

15 comments:

  1. Velvet: First, your black and white images are exquisite. They are erotic and yet emote a sense of dread for the punishment that is surely to follow. Second, your narrative of the scene is so well done. The anticipation with heart beating, getting into position and then the caning. Brilliant. Cheers.

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  2. Joey,
    Thank you, your comments are always so encouraging, thank you for sharing your appreciation.

    Hugs,
    Velvet <3

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  3. Velvet: I just discovered your blog through a comment you made on the training of a slut.

    I like your blog, especially your last post about your your lesson in obedience.

    I hope you keep sharing your adventures.

    And the pictures were very sexy.

    FD

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  4. FD

    Welcome and thank you for your comments. I intend to keep sharing for a long time to come... my journey is still very much in its infancy. In M's words 'I think we can take you a long way'.

    Hugs,

    Velvet <3

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  5. Enjoyed this tremendously...although the stripes I have currently on my bottom seemed to started burning a bit more.

    Hugs

    Raven

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  6. Raven,

    LOL here's to sub sympathy stripes!

    I think I will be wearing stripes for some time to come yet. M is very keen to test the versatility of the complete set... some kind of Top logic about me better being able to make a choice...

    Hugs,
    Velvet <3

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  7. Love affair diary,

    I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for taking time to read and comment.

    Hugs,
    Velvet <3

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  8. I absolutely love this and long for something similar. (Here would be a good place to confess my affinity for bloomers, although I do not own a pair.)

    Velvet, I must apologize...you've been a commenter on my blog but I have just now found yours. I am contenting myself with reading your past entries -- you have a gift for writing. I added you to my blog list, as well, belatedly.

    Hugs,

    Pink

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  9. I too have just discovered your blog Velvet - and I too will be reading all the previous postings - I really enjoyed this posting.

    Best wishes,

    Paolo in Dublin

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  10. Pink,

    Thank you so very much, I love your blog, it was the first I ever followed and I continue to do so avidly. Your comments mean such a lot to me.

    Hugs,
    Velvet <3

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  11. Paolo,

    Welcome, and thank you. I hope you enjoy reading the posts as much as I enjoyed writing them.

    Hugs,
    Velvet <3

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  12. Congrats on getting this linked on Chross' Spankings of the Week, Velvet! :)

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  13. Thanks Pink,

    Hugs,
    Velvet <3

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  14. You beautifully capture the dynamics of this lesson in obedience and submission! And I particularly love the last picture ;-)

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