Sunday, February 27, 2011
"You're my Bitch"
Those were the words spoken mid-scene by Beth when we played last night at the Lair to gasps from the six or seven people sitting around us and watching. But before I go into that, let me back up and describe how we ended up at that rather abrupt and stunning comment.
Beth and I were supposed to play a few weeks ago. She lives in the Bay Area up near San Francisco and she was flying down for the weekend. Unfortunately, I was so sick I just couldn't bring myself to going through with the scene. I didn't want Beth to fly down and not be able to give her a great scene. So I cancelled. And I felt like shit for doing it, but when Saturday rolled around I realized I'd made the right decision. I was not well. Beth was disappointed but understood.
We planned on rescheduling for a few weeks later, and even up to a few days ago her schedule was such that we weren't sure we'd play. It wasn't until Friday (that's right, two days ago) that Beth was able to confirm. She flew down Saturday and we got together for dinner Saturday to catch up, talk about our pending scene and reconnect so we could get the best dynamic for our scene possible. It was a nice meal and it was great getting a chance to hang out with Beth. We both wondered what people thought about an attractive Asian girl in her 20s going to dinner with a dude in his late 40s. The couple sitting next to us at the restaurant certainly were intrigued.
We arrived at the Lair just as they opened, the ground still wet from a big winter storm, frost forming on car windows it was so damn cold. There weren't too many people there yet, and we wanted to get there early just so we could secure a spot in a warm, heated room rather than our last scene in the rain that took place in the drafty, concrete-floored garage. Happy we had our spot, it wasn't long before we got started.
Standing by the padded bench, I gave Beth a big hug to calm her down (she can get rather jittery before our scenes!) and before long, in our embrace, I had the back of her beautiful, amazing, tight, short black dress pulled up, spanking her bottom as I wrapped my arms around her. It was hot and rather unique (for me, anyway!). A few minutes later Beth was OTK on the bench, kicking and getting mouthy. Knowing she hadn't played since we were together in December I took time to warm her up. As I did, four or five spectators came in, having heard the sounds of smacking coming from the room we were in off the kitchen (and that was certainly the place to be--a refuge from the cold).
Beth has quite the mouth on her (I think she took tips from Erica!) and she's keen to throw out a few zingers while we play. One of the onlookers had to comment back, goading me into taking her bad mouth out on her.
The OTK consisted of a lot of hand, my leather paddle from London Tanner and my two favorite gloves--a super-thuddy work glove and my black leather biker glove with decorative tassels that work great for a bit of sensation play between whacks.
I started ramping up the spanking and Beth was kicking, squirming and gyrating, which I discovered I really love, getting into the physicality of the scene and having to tussle with her and restrain her while she fought. But eventually she rolled off my lap and we switched it up. Beth stood with her hands on the bench, bent over, and I continued spanking with my hand, using a variety of other implements, including my devilish dragon's tongue. Beth got rather quiet through this sequence. Either I wasn't hitting her hard enough or she had achieved a bit of subspace, I'm not sure. ;-) I did some sensation play, using vampire gloves, knives, wartenberg wheel and a new medieval spiked torture ball on her arm, back, legs and bottom. I also laid into her with a thick plastic cane that reminds me of a four foot long glue stick.
After about 30 minutes of this, I thought perhaps she was getting tired of the position, so I moved her to lay down on the bench. There, she goaded me again and I launched into a rather vicious barrage on her backside, using my carbon fiber cane and a long, snappy crop, amongst other things.
But the titular comment occurred after I had really gone rather berserk on her bottom, wailing away while she struggled, lashed out, kicked her feet (to the point her stiletto "stabbed" me in the arm) and generally tried to get away from my hand. She brattily commented, "You know, you could rub that out!" I paused and said, "I know!" and continued to smack her rear. She cried and wailed, so I felt like being a bit compassionate and started rubbing it out. "See? I rub it out!" I said as onlookers watched.
Beth stopped her kicking and struggling and said, "That's 'cause you're my bitch!" A few people watching made "Ooooh!" comments and they were right to, because I launched into an even more berserk attack on her, then after another 45 minutes or so, move into the "finale" phase of the scene: using a rather nasty crop with an arrowhead-shaped end, about a quarter of an inch thick of foam and rubber, truly a potentially scene-kill implement. I warned her and struck each cheek with the terrible thing. She cried, rubbed, moaned, begged for me to stop, but I whacked her a few more times for good measure, just to teach her a lesson about that damn mouth! ;-)
After a few more viscous whacks from that dastardly implement I rubbed and rubbed it out. Beth was rather beside herself at that point. Throughout the scene we took "Beth breaks", little timeouts where Beth could catch her breath and absorb the pain. She'd get up on her knees and wrap her arms around my neck and look me in the eye so we could just talk and connect. We did this again before going into the "final round."
My typical scene-ender is with a thick leather paddle, a paddle that Lizzie showed me the first time we met at our mutual first ShadowLane party. It's a good half-inch thick, made of layers of sandwiched leather so it both looks like plywood and is about as hard as plywood. Based on Lizzie's fantastic piece I had one custom made with one side smooth and one side stippled (textured). This is about the harshest thing I own and it was a traditional end to my scenes with Erica. She hated that damn thing, so I figured it's probably a good scene-ender in general. It has sort of become tradition for me, thanks to my many wonderful scenes with Ms. Scott.
So I pulled out the paddle, letting Beth know the scene was nearing conclusion. She begged me not to use it, but it was time. She'd been a bit mouthy with me over the least 2 1/2 months and I'd managed to total about 18 times she had been uppity with me. So the count was 18. She went back down onto the bench and we began. I really hit hard with the first two and I thought for a bit that Beth was truly done at that point, that we'd never get through the remaining 16. I rubbed them out and did four rather short and polite strikes. Beth even commented how nice I was, no the next few were hard, very hard. Beth rubbed her rear and I restrained her hands to keep her from hurting herself and smacked again and again.
Before long, we were done. Beth laid face down on the bench, panting, regaining herself, coming back and absorbing the pain. I held her, talked quietly to her and helped her come back to the surface.
Thank you Beth for a wonderful evening and an amazing scene. I love our energy, your mouth and our fun dynamic. We're both so not serious during the scene, enjoying every minute. You're a great play partner and I enjoy the opportunity every chance we get! Thank you, Beth!