marks

Naughty knotty little monkey posed the question how much is too much? referring to marking, sporting the evidence of a good session's frolic on sub skin.

I have read the answers with much interest but not weighed in myself as I am so inexperienced I have no idea just how much is too much. I suspect though that I would not make a very good pain slut. Whilst revelling in the feeling of constraint and restraint, I do tend to squeal quite loudly at points in the proceedings when I am sure that most other confessed submissive women or men might say..."You call that a spanking, Sir".

This is a long winded way of saying I woke this morning and whilst doing my hair..aka trying to tame the witch into the smooth silky locks of the princess in the tower, I noticed reflected in the mirror marks on my neck and throat. Hmmm! I gasped at the blood blisters and finger tip marks. Then an extraordinary feeling travelled through me. The corners of my mouth turned up, my eyes brightened and I giggled "How much is too much Lulu?". 



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spanking...he leads

My husband stayed home from work today, not feeling well.



via littlegirllove (tumbler)

"All I can think about is putting you over my knee and giving you a good spanking."

I looked at him incredulously.

"You are not well, how can you be thinking of that!"

I was so surprised by his statement in light of him being ill, I quite forgot to be incredulous about the fact that he had never, not that he had ever said, thought about putting me over his knee. Its only now after the event that I realise how extraordinary it was.

I have been feeling a little blue and I'm not entirely sure why. Life is busy, family is hard, people are hurting.

"I don't understand what's wrong with me." I came to him watery eyed. I knelt on the ground at his side and laid myself across his chest. He began to rub my bottom...

"good girl. I know what you need."

He bared my bottom and began.

He made me cry, he made me very wet, he made me cum. He made me feel a lot better! 

I sit and nurse my bruised and stinging bottom.

My first marking...and I mustn't lose sight of the extraordinary fact that this was his direction, his initiation, not mine.