By and large, Terry is a good boy, that is how he got his original nickname, but sometimes even the best behaved bunnies find themselves in trouble.My second night in town I agreed to go to church services with him. This was something he had been looking forward to since he knew I was coming. You see, Terry as a little problem with church. No matter how hard he tries, he almost always falls asleep during the service. Nothing seems to be able to stop it, but he was sure with a warm, sore bottom and me right beside him he would make it through.Unfortunately, he didn't. This is not good news for little bunny. The price for falling asleep in church is a high one, and Mistress was going to make him pay it as soon as we were back home.The standard punishment for dozing off is a switching, literally from his waist to his ankles. He gets 25 strokes on each cheek of his bottom, 25 on the back of each thigh, and 25 on the back of each calf. Then after a brief rest, we work our way back up, 25 on the calves, 25 on the thighs, 25 on each bottom cheek.And this time Mistress was here to administer them herself.Back in the privacy of his room he removed his pants, rolled down his socks and got on the bed. I went to the corner and retrieved the nice supple pecan switch waiting by the door. With his head buried in a pillow, Terry was already sniffling.I did the strokes on his bottom across both cheeks instead of one at a time. I made them hard, but not full strength, and left plenty of time for each to sink in before the next.There was begging, there was howling, there was crying, but he got every single stroke.And here are the results:Now that certainly kept him wide awake.Ms. Betty
We've been disrupted, distracted, and disturbed so often in the last week or so that I lost the thread of the narrative of my visit to Terry. It's about time we got back to it.We're going to back up a little and start at the beginning.I left the house around 7:30 that morning. My flight left at 11. They said be there by 9. I was. It was 3 o'clock by the time I was on the ground in Nashville. From there I still had a 3 hour layover and then an 90 minute bus ride from Nashville to Cookeville.The bus left Nashville over an hour late. By the time we got in the door It was after 9 PM. I'd been on the road for 13 1/2 hours. I was tired, hungry, and hurt all over from the fall I took when my rolling bag collapsed. (Let me take a moment to once again thank the TSA for being so careless as to unscrew the supports in my bag and then NOT PUT THEM BACK!)Really I should have gone straight to bed, but I needed a shower first and by the time I'd had that and some dinner I felt mostly revived, so we sat up a bit and waited for others in the house to go to bed. As we talked I knew from the look in Terry's eyes that he was waiting as anxiously for what was to come as I was.At last the house quieted around us. I crooked my index finger and beckoned him to me. He stood up, took a long, shuddering breath and came to me. I slipped his pants off, and for the first time he went over my knee.This was not a punishment spanking. The swats came in a slow, sensual rhythm while he wriggled and moaned on my lap. I used his toys this first time. After my hand I tried his candy strap and the hairbrush I had sent him for Christmas. He was a very red, very sore, very happy bunny.I let him up. He pressed both hands to his bottom and said "ooh!" Then he saw the gleam in my eye. His eyes widened."Fetch your belt.""Yes, Ma'am," he said eagerly. I put him across the bed with a pillow under his hips and started in with that thick, wide strip of leather. He yelped and wriggled as it bit into is already sore bottom. "Oh God, oh God" he kept saying.Now that he was warmed up it was time to get out some of my toys. I dug deep into my bag and dug out an assortment of floggers. I did not give him a full flogging, but I did give him just a taste, enough to whet his appetite for later.I started with the hair whips, first the loose hank and then the braided cat. Both felt scratchy but not quite stingy and pinked up the skin on his shoulders. Next I moved to the silicone flogger. "Purple gurl!" he calls it, after the little purple devil emoticon that always signals imminent danger for my little bunny. He liked purple girl. The silicone falls are very thin, about like angel hair pasta, but the soft material makes them mostly thuddy, with just a little sting.Terry was floating, but not quite ready for it to be over. I dug into the bag for a slightly more intense leather flogger.Well, cat actually if you want to get technical. This is another of my homemade creations. I saw the belt it was made of at a local thrift store and saw definite potential in those zig-zagging strips. There is a bite to this whip, but it leaves more of a general redness than individual welts.
It's a bit odd I think that the less intense welts leave a more visible impact on the skin. That is because the less intense floggers cover a larger area of the skin, so the force is more evenly distributed than it is with the narrow tails of the cats or the dragon tongue. The more you "share the wealth" or the force of the blows, the more general redness and the fewer distinct welts you get.By the time we stopped it was one o'clock in the morning. We had things to do bright and early the next day, so it was time for bed. Terry curled up sore and tired, but warm and happy, knowing there was much, much more to come.Ms. Betty
