I got a new cane yesterday. Unfortunately, it's not the kinky kind.
A coworker left her keyboard drawer out. I walked into it. Two days later what I thought was just a bruise is now a deep tissue injury. It's left me unable to put weight on my leg for the next few days, so I have a nice shiny aluminum cane to help me hobble around for a week or so.
(for those of you keeping track, yes I always have been a bit accident prone, and that mixed with careless coworkers makes for lots of oopes and ows for Ms. Betty)
Still I could not help but smile when the nurse asked me if I'd ever used a cane before. ;)
Ms. Betty
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saving For a Rainy Day-- the Forfeit
I went down to pc's office about 9 AM Monday morning. After a long, dry weekend he was more than ready for release by the time I arrived. Even with the curve locked tight I could tell how swollen and frustrated he was. I let him out of the cage and our game began.
He crouched on all fours near the wall of his foyer, completely nude except for his kneepads. On my command he lowered his shoulders and raised his hips, giving me access to his rectum. One by one I took three ice cubes from the cup beside me and slipped them in. He wiggled and gasped as the ice chilled him from the inside out. His heavy pants of breath filled the small room. He gasped, chanting "oh god" quietly over and over again.
When the ice melted and his temperature returned to normal, pc took his first "steps" towards the far wall of his inner office, the finish line of our game. For our purposes, a "step" counted as lifting a hand or leg and then putting it back down on the ground. Each counted separately, so if he moved a hand and knee at the same time he used two steps rather than one.
I stood back and watched as he crawled. It was a magnificent sight, the tan toned muscles stretching and rippling as he made use of as much of his large range of motion as possible. He was allowed twenty steps. In that time he managed to cover the distance across his foyer, down the hall and almost across the threshold into the inner office. I was a bit surprised (I sometimes forget just how huge a man pc is, this little game brought the reality of it home to me in a very primal way.) However, I was not disappointed. In fact I was pleased to see him think through his moves so cautiously to use them to his best advantage. It made for a much more interesting game.
But now his progress was stopped and he needed to endure the next phase of his torment to earn the right to advance again. I plucked the ginger plugs I'd carved that morning from my bag and knelt behind him. The ice had left his hole wet, allowing the plug to slip in easily. I held it in place and waited for it to take effect.
It didn't take long. Very soon he was wriggling back and forth and moaning a bit more loudly. The longer I held it in the more he rocked his bottom up and down and lamented the burn. His voice became very strained as he cried out. At last I pulled out the ginger. He sighed in relief.
pc began to crawl again, this time with the sunlight from his window tracing the sleek lines of his body; the rays highlighting the swells and hollows, seeming to carve them out of the air. By the time his twenty steps were through he'd reached the far wall.
However, the game wasn't quite over. He still burned from the ginger. I pushed more ice into his hole to cool the fire. At first there was relief, and then agony as the melted ice washed the juice of the ginger deeper inside him to singe fresh nerve endings.
After a few long moments he managed to regain his composure. I allowed him to get to his feet and gave him a very apologetic look. I told pc there was just one more tiny matter to take care of. Unfortunately it was something I could not let him out off. pc looked at the floor, obviously disappointed and a little worried, certain he was in trouble for some unknown misbehavior.
I smiled and reminded him I had a birthday coming up in just a couple of days. Unfortunately, I didn't have another in person stand in available so he'd just have to do. Stand in for what? For a birthday spanking, silly. If a birthday's coming up someone's got to get spanked, and it's not going to be me. He smiled back, delighted at the prospect. For pc spankings have always been disciplinary. He has never found anything remotely enjoyable about having his bottom reddened. The one exception to that is birthday spankings. They are the only time he really gets to feel the more sensual/pleasurable side of spanking so no matter whose birthday it is he is always willing to offer up his bottom for birthday licks.
I even let him pick the implement. He chose my purple silicone flogger. I bent him over the table and began sweeping the falls lightly over his bottom. I told him to count the "good" ones, just the ones that stung. I gave him a hard lash to demonstrate. He moaned before counting one. I went back to brushing the falls lightly over him. I took my time with it, continuing on that way, brushing back and forth gently for awhile before laying on one or two "zingers". By the time we finished he had a nice rosy glow. He teased me a bit about my lack of age, earning himself a quick hand swat in warning. His eyes widened as he straightened up.
I pulled one of the plush leather chairs out from his conference table and sat down. I gave him another smile, this one a bit more wicked than the last. I asked for the morning's paper. After a few moments he found it and brought it over. pc laid a few sheets down on the floor and knelt at their edge.
On my command he began stroking himself furiously. His fingers were a mere blur as they flew eagerly along his shaft. It did not take him long to climax. He remained kneeling at the edge of the paper, panting and thanking me for the release. I answered with a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
He got to his feet and dressed before walking me to the door. As we said our good-byes he hugged me tight and wished me a happy birthday. I thanked him before warning him to be careful as bad behavior would bring me right back down there for much less pleasant reasons. He understood. The door closed behind me as pc went back to his day.
He crouched on all fours near the wall of his foyer, completely nude except for his kneepads. On my command he lowered his shoulders and raised his hips, giving me access to his rectum. One by one I took three ice cubes from the cup beside me and slipped them in. He wiggled and gasped as the ice chilled him from the inside out. His heavy pants of breath filled the small room. He gasped, chanting "oh god" quietly over and over again.
When the ice melted and his temperature returned to normal, pc took his first "steps" towards the far wall of his inner office, the finish line of our game. For our purposes, a "step" counted as lifting a hand or leg and then putting it back down on the ground. Each counted separately, so if he moved a hand and knee at the same time he used two steps rather than one.
I stood back and watched as he crawled. It was a magnificent sight, the tan toned muscles stretching and rippling as he made use of as much of his large range of motion as possible. He was allowed twenty steps. In that time he managed to cover the distance across his foyer, down the hall and almost across the threshold into the inner office. I was a bit surprised (I sometimes forget just how huge a man pc is, this little game brought the reality of it home to me in a very primal way.) However, I was not disappointed. In fact I was pleased to see him think through his moves so cautiously to use them to his best advantage. It made for a much more interesting game.
But now his progress was stopped and he needed to endure the next phase of his torment to earn the right to advance again. I plucked the ginger plugs I'd carved that morning from my bag and knelt behind him. The ice had left his hole wet, allowing the plug to slip in easily. I held it in place and waited for it to take effect.
It didn't take long. Very soon he was wriggling back and forth and moaning a bit more loudly. The longer I held it in the more he rocked his bottom up and down and lamented the burn. His voice became very strained as he cried out. At last I pulled out the ginger. He sighed in relief.
pc began to crawl again, this time with the sunlight from his window tracing the sleek lines of his body; the rays highlighting the swells and hollows, seeming to carve them out of the air. By the time his twenty steps were through he'd reached the far wall.
However, the game wasn't quite over. He still burned from the ginger. I pushed more ice into his hole to cool the fire. At first there was relief, and then agony as the melted ice washed the juice of the ginger deeper inside him to singe fresh nerve endings.
After a few long moments he managed to regain his composure. I allowed him to get to his feet and gave him a very apologetic look. I told pc there was just one more tiny matter to take care of. Unfortunately it was something I could not let him out off. pc looked at the floor, obviously disappointed and a little worried, certain he was in trouble for some unknown misbehavior.
I smiled and reminded him I had a birthday coming up in just a couple of days. Unfortunately, I didn't have another in person stand in available so he'd just have to do. Stand in for what? For a birthday spanking, silly. If a birthday's coming up someone's got to get spanked, and it's not going to be me. He smiled back, delighted at the prospect. For pc spankings have always been disciplinary. He has never found anything remotely enjoyable about having his bottom reddened. The one exception to that is birthday spankings. They are the only time he really gets to feel the more sensual/pleasurable side of spanking so no matter whose birthday it is he is always willing to offer up his bottom for birthday licks.
I even let him pick the implement. He chose my purple silicone flogger. I bent him over the table and began sweeping the falls lightly over his bottom. I told him to count the "good" ones, just the ones that stung. I gave him a hard lash to demonstrate. He moaned before counting one. I went back to brushing the falls lightly over him. I took my time with it, continuing on that way, brushing back and forth gently for awhile before laying on one or two "zingers". By the time we finished he had a nice rosy glow. He teased me a bit about my lack of age, earning himself a quick hand swat in warning. His eyes widened as he straightened up.
I pulled one of the plush leather chairs out from his conference table and sat down. I gave him another smile, this one a bit more wicked than the last. I asked for the morning's paper. After a few moments he found it and brought it over. pc laid a few sheets down on the floor and knelt at their edge.
On my command he began stroking himself furiously. His fingers were a mere blur as they flew eagerly along his shaft. It did not take him long to climax. He remained kneeling at the edge of the paper, panting and thanking me for the release. I answered with a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
He got to his feet and dressed before walking me to the door. As we said our good-byes he hugged me tight and wished me a happy birthday. I thanked him before warning him to be careful as bad behavior would bring me right back down there for much less pleasant reasons. He understood. The door closed behind me as pc went back to his day.
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