Origuni,
Actually, I can completely identify with your perspective. Just recently I had an impromptu rendezvous with a woman with whom I work. She was unable to make it home during a blizzard with white-out conditions and I had to go and get her just outside of town (I'm surprised my shorts were still white by the time I was safely back to town). Since I was going to also be unable to make it home, we decided on getting a motel room together. We knew that we had similar interests and one thing led to another and I found myself on the receiving end of her wielding a slipper. She stung my backside quite well, but due to the spontaneity of this encounter, I was without some sort of way of being restrained and I wiggled quite a bit. But all too soon, she made the mistake of saying, "Just tell me when you've had enough." I, like you, hate pain. Of course, the words "Okay, enough!" were out of my mouth before the echo of her own words died. The feeling of heat in my bottom was very nice as was the splendid shade of red that had suffused my buttocks, but I was largely unfulfilled because it just wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want to be asked if I'd had enough and I certainly didn't want to be in a position where I could wiggle out of the way. *SIGH* Where is your professional lady when I need her?
Thomas L. Bruns |