One Perfect Day

I asked him to wear a button down shirt for me. I've always found something very sexy about them, whether they're formal dress shirts or the light causal type a shirt that buttons is one of my biggest turn ons.

I've always enjoyed pulling a boy's pants down for a spanking, even if it's the light and fun type. Undressing a boy for a session is the same, only more potent. He's all the more helpless and vulnerable. I like a boy wearing a button up shirt when I'm going to undress him because I like to keep eye contact while taking his clothes off. It makes for a powerfully intimate moment.

So I stripped him, slowly. I helped myself to his body liberally as his clothes came off, a stroke here, an pinch there, nails raking over his skin in unexpected places. I let him touch me lightly in return, over my clothes. Mostly he seemed to like stroking my hair and tracing his lips down the side of my neck. I could feel every bit of the heat of his desire, but he held it all back, using the lightest feather touches and treating me with an awe that bordered on reverent.

I started with spanking him over my knee, first with my hand then a ping pong paddle. It was a playful spanking so the spanks weren't very hard, just enough to leave him warm and a little pink. I added lots of rubbing and squeezing in between to keep the sensual feeling going. After the ping pong paddle I tried out the new brush I bought at the store. It's kind of a triangle shape with a narrow handle. Very ouchie, but there was too much delight in his voice when he said "ow" for me to think he was in real distress.

After he was nice and warmed up I had him get on his hands and knees on the floor. I got the plug out of the fridge and introduced him to the feel of ginger for the first time. I stood back watching him as it started to take effect. His reactions are always very muted but I could tell he was feeling something. The longer it was in the more he began to pant and wiggle. Every 45 seconds or so I'd pull the ginger out half way, turn it and shove it back in. Each time I did his reactions got immediately more intense.

Ice followed the ginger. I'd made several of those evil cylinders as well as some more traditional cubes. First I slipped one of the cylinders into him to cool the burn of the ginger, then I went to work on his skin with the cubes, spreading ice cold water over every inch of his skin. Starting at the back of his ears and working all the way down to his toes I traced the contours of his body with the ice. When each cube melted I slipped another cylinder inside him before using another cube on his skin. I spent an entire cube just running it in circles over his nipples. He really enjoyed that. Then naturally the erection that gave him needed tending to so I spent another cube on his shaft and balls.

I dried him off and we moved on to the flogging portion of the day. I did use my ceiling rig but instead of using the bar I just tied his wrists together. Before picking up the whips I spent some time toying with him, running my hands over his back and bottom, playing with his nipples some more, biting the side of his neck. He was purring by the time I was done.

I started with my white elk flogger, setting a slow rhythmic beat. Next came the suede cat and then the purple silicone flogger. With each whip the blows landed a little harder and faster. Every so often I stopped to rub, stroke and scratch in between the blows, sometimes kissing or biting the sides of his neck. We moved on to more intense whips, but stayed in the slow rhythm, with the lashes come just hard and fast enough to spread a warm glow.He really sank into it, moaning a bit and moving his body to be more open to the blows.

In the middle of an intense seen I get a type of tunnel vision where the only things I'm really aware of are the boy and my own body moving in time to the music in the background. We spent a long time in that space with everything else kind of grey on the edges. The funny thing is he seemed to be absorbing the music as well as the blows of the whip. That usually doesn't happen, but it was nice that it did. I do pick those playlists very carefully.

I finished up the flogging with a few hard but slow paced lashes from a belt and then the Victorian Governess strap. Those got to him, waking him just enough to come back to himself but not breaking the mood completely.

In honor of that favorite line of mine about how to win a game of cat and mouse (don't be the mouse) I scratched a mouse into his right shoulder with a bamboo skewer. I like leaving a bit of a brand on him and he takes a certain pride in wearing them. I told him next time I may well use something a little more lasting (though not permanent). He seemed to like that idea.

I untied him and began touching him again, pinching his nipples, stroking his back and bottom, kissing his neck and shoulders. He responded in kind, running his hands in my hair and nibbling on my own neck. Though he was firmer with his touch he still treated me with the same gentle caution, like I was a treasure he didn't want to break.

He was naked but I was still wearing the tight low cut blouse and short denim skirt I'd chosen for the session. I pushed him down onto the couch and straddled his lap. It was about time I marked my territory a bit more visibly, so I sunk my teeth into a fold of skin on his neck and sucked hard, pulling a nice nearly perfectly round purple mark to the surface.

There was more gentle biting and then I began slowly opening my blouse buttons. He helpfully took over and then his hands went right for the front clasp of my bra. He touched first, slowly and carefully before taking one into his mouth. He took his time, sucking, licking, blowing on each nipple in turn. He was very methodical about it, but not cold, more like a sculptor fully intent on shaping the clay in front of him, inspired but with the passion tightly focused. He acted as if there was nothing else to do in this world but spend all day touching me. I rocked on his lap, gasping and moaning quietly in his ear. Each noise from me pushed him to go a bit further, working harder to please me.

Unfortunately we started running out of time, but he didn't want to stop. Eventually though I got up and he started for his clothes, only to come back and kiss me, then began to touch and suckle again. I had to get a bit strict with him to finally get him dressed (by which point he was just a little late for an appointment) and even then it was very hard too cool off enough to keep our hands off each other.

Eventually I got him out the door and tried to catch my breath.

And that's all there was.

Ms. Betty

Fun with Google

According to the ancient and wise sacred teachings, among all the horrors of hell none is more terrible than the shade of pink on the walls.

This has led to a descriptive term used by artists, decorators and Discordians: "hell-wall pink."

"Hell-wall pink" refers to that special shade of pink somewhere between Pepto Bismol and that exactly wrong sea color that mars otherwise perfect planets.

I had planned to produce a sample swatch. However, as well all know the internet is the domain of the Goddess of Chaos, so if you type "hell-wall pink" into your search engine this is what you get.

I'm not in any way a gamer myself, but it seems everyone I know is.

And I married one, so while I can see the humor in most of these clocks, one is the hands down winner as far as I'm concerned:

Ms. Betty