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Asking for it: I

Posted at 15:43 on 16 Apr 2009 by Pandora / Blake

Tags: D, dominance and submission, kink, otk spanking

I'm finding it hard to get back into the swing of spanking blogging. It's not like I've been short-changed by my Doms lately, either; while I haven't been the victim of a big scary scene since Subversion, the last couple of weeks have been delightfully full of casual, informal spankings that don't take much time or energy, but leave me feeling loved and attended to. Or should I say tended, in the way that you might tend, say, a rosebush? You know, regular watering and occasional trimming to keep me in check. (I think I may have extended this metaphor too far.)

Over the weekend, some misdemeanor or other prompted D. to start pulling me over his knee - I can't remember exactly what, but we were laughing so it was probably one of our endless geeky in-jokes, or some computer-related crime. (He's always telling me off for misusing my home PC. My argument is that since it runs Windows it's already a lost cause.) I was cooking at the time, and had to dance out of reach to tend to things before they burned, but I kissed him as I excused myself, and made it clear I wasn't trying to get out of the spanking entirely.

By the time I'd got the food to a state where I could leave it a while, however, D. seemed to have lost interest in spanking me. I swallowed my disappointment - I didn't want to pressure him, and if the moment had been lost then so be it.

The next morning we were curled up in bed with books, enjoying a Bank Holiday lie-in, and I started acting up. I hadn't really thought it through or anything; bratting isn't part of my usual style. But I still wanted that spanking, and if I couldn't get a spanking then snuggles would suit me fine, so I started bothering D. while he was reading. Play-pouncing his shoulder and going "OM NOM NOM" as I worried it. Giving his ear and nose big wet licks. Climbing under the duvet and blowing raspberries on his tummy. You know.

It took a while for him to get the message, but eventually my efforts were rewarded. I was hauled over his lap and my panties were pulled up in the middle to reveal my bottom. Soon I was on the receiving end of a series of shockingly hard spanks. I'm a more avid spankee than D. is a spanker, so normally being over his lap is an exercise in wordlessly encouraging him, but this time he was really going for it. I squealed and kicked involuntarily, and then relaxed into the delicious knowledge that I could struggle all I liked, and he'd keep going anyway. Mmmmmmm.

Afterwards I was picked up and kissed, and I grinned at him from under tousled hair. "Are you sure you should be rewarding my attention-seeking behaviours?"

"I'd rather have a girlfriend who demands attention and gets it, than one who sulks because I'm ignoring her and leaves me not knowing what's wrong," he replied.

So that's alright, then.


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