My two children, who moved in with me recently, were visiting friends this past weekend. Thus, there was an opportunity to try out the crop I purchased recently in Houston.
I asked C to use it on me. When she actually held it, she was a little apprehensive about using it. I was too. I knew it would hurt like sin. I demonstrated its use on a pillow at the foot of the bed.
C said “I can’t hit you that hard.”
“Well, you have to, to give an effective cropping,” I said. “Try a few strokes on the pillow.”
C took a few tentative strokes at the pillow.
I pulled the ottoman up to the foot of the bed, and knelt on it with my upper torso supported by the bed. I was very nervous about this crop.
C lowered my punishment panties that I’m always required to wear for a spanking, and laid the crop against my bottom, apparently trying to get a feel for where to make the first cut. I had found some instructions online on “how to cane,” and she had read them, but seemed horrified.
I was very nervous as she lifted the crop.
Wap! The first stroke fell, and I hardly felt it.
“That didn’t hurt,” I said. “Do it harder.”
The next few strokes were harder, but not really painful. In a strange way, they almost felt good, sort of a tickle-itchy feeling.
C gave me about ten strokes.
“OK, that’s it,” she said.
“Don’t stop!” I pleaded.
“Your bottom is all red,” C said. “Go look in the mirror.”
I did. My bottom was slightly pink. None of the welts and stripes I had expected.
I have learned that, just as you never criticize your wife’s lovemaking technique, (although her lovemaking technique doesn’t need criticism) one never criticizes her spanking technique either, and I didn’t. You take what you can get, and be thankful that you get it, especially when you have a very vanilla wife.
It is interesting, though. C uses the hairbrush and bath brush with abandon, often pushing me to my limit. The crop, however, seems to scare her a bit. Anyway, we will continue to practice, I hope, and I think I will try to get a cane to use as well. A cane may not look as intimidating to her as a black braided leather crop.
Recently, I was in Houston, Texas for business. While there, I decided to buy C a new vibrator. There is an application called Yelp on my Iphone that I use mainly to find restaurants, but can also be used to find other commercial establishments. I checked “shopping,” “adult,” and a number of stores popped up. I picked the one that had the best reviews. The review that caught my eye said that “the staff was nice, and no question was too silly, or too perverted.” I was apprehensive about going to a sex shop but all the reviews claimed this particular one was a “classy” store with helpful people, and had existed in Houston for a very long time. I picked out a nearby restaurant and went out to dinner to get my nerve up before investigating the sex shop.
The particular area of Houston is interesting, with some nice restaurants, but is still a little sketchy. After dinner, I drove about two blocks to the store, a very sketchy area on east Westheimer near Montrose. I went into the store and it was large and well lit. I was the only customer, thank goodness. There were two sales clerks, a young man and a young woman, both very Gothic looking.
I wanted a Lelo Iris vibrator for C, and the Yelp reviews indicated the store might sell them. I walked to the checkout counter were the attractive Goth young woman was standing and noticed some Lelo vibrators in the display case. They were not what I wanted.
“Are these all the Lelo vibrators you have?” I asked the Goth girl.
“No, we have more back in the corner,” she said.
I walked back with her, and there it was, the Lelo Iris, a very pretty vibrator indeed. It was no more expensive than ordering on-line, so I bought it.
It was then I noticed a pale full of crops and canes. I picked up a crop and looked at the price, and was surprised how inexpensive it was.
“My wife spanks me,” I said,”and I need a new spanking implement.” I can’t believe I said that to her.
She didn’t bat an eye. “These are very good crops, even though they are cheap. I’m sure your wife would find it very effective.”
As we walked back to the cash register to check out, I muttered to myself, “I’m too old to be kinky.”
“You’re never too old to be kinky,” the Goth girl said. “Kink is what it’s all about.”
I hope she’s right.
When I got home, I showed the new toys to C.
“Thank you for the vibrator,” C said. Brandishing the crop, she said, “I will try to use this on you soon.”
I’m a little apprehensive about the crop. It looks pretty wicked. I don’t know how much of it I could take, and I don’t think C has a clue as to how to use it.
In any case, I don’t think it is an immediate problem, because two of our children have moved back in with us and spanking has become non-existent. It makes writing for this blog a little difficult.