Posted at 19:55 on 5 Aug 2011 by Pandora / Blake
Today, I am mostly hungover.
I'd had a glass of wine and four pints of cider by the time I ordered Jacq over to the bed, and it was nearly 2am. We'd been watching porn (accompanied by mandatory loud heckling and bothering the performers on twitter), and between that and the booze I found myself in a toppy mood. I had Jacq all to myself, which might have been a factor too.
She was charmingly willing to indulge my whims. Once I'd decided to go for it I felt a huge thrill of adrenaline, confidence and excitement. I changed into a short, comfortable dress and arranged her to my liking on the bed. I introduced her to the delights of Californian-style caning, my accuracy only slightly impaired, and had a whale of a time spanking her with my hand, with a ruler (including on her inner thighs), with my Mason & Pearson hairbrush and even a couple of swats with the Evil Bathbrush of Doom, just to put the rest of it into perspective, like.
Somehow, despite being inebriated enough to leave me feeling considerably fuzz-headed today, I managed not to make a tit of myself or do any unintended damage. I don't think I quite managed to project an aura of calm authority, but I believe I carried off "giggling and sadistic" with flair.
When I woke up this morning and the memories flooded in, I felt a wash of embarrassment and guilt. Oh god! I did that thing you're always meant to not do! Topping while drunk is a stupid idea! It's not at all safe, particularly if you don't have much experience. Jacq was quick to reassure me that I hadn't seemed incompetent or uncontrolled. She may be lying, but it seems that no harm was done. I guess if I hadn't been at least a bit tipsy I'd have been very unlikely to be confident or uninhibited enough to go for it, but perhaps those last two pints weren't entirely necessary.
To my surprise, I also retained (almost) complete memories of the whole experience, which is a relief as I'd hated to have forgotten that much awesome. (I did forget that we'd stopped to take photos, though, until she reminded me this afternoon). In fact, the only moment of drunken incompetence was when the Mason & Pearson brush slipped out of my hand in the middle of some particularly rapid use, and flew across the room.
In my defence, it was very hot, the handle is small and slippery, and my hand was rather sweaty. I've seen other tops do the same thing with that brush while perfectly sober, although they usually catch it neatly and carry on rather than watching it disappear under the dresser next to my bed.
So we're both on our tummies, hanging off the edge of the bed, giggling helplessly and feeling around for this brush. I decide that I am clearly no longer physically competent and declare myself forfeit. By way of fair retribution I hand Jacq the brush and insist that she spank me for being so hilariously useless.
She took a bit of persuading, but soon seemed to get into the swing of it. In fact, if you look at the photos we took, you might be forgiven for thinking that she spanked me considerably harder and longer than I spanked her, but I can assure you that the opposite is the case.
I just got distracted by other things between spanking her and taking a photo, which gave her marks a chance to fade. But fear not, I spanked her again afterwards.