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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Scarlet Lines

I'm not a bad girl, but I play one in the bedroom.

But sometimes, I am.

I have this very bad habit of being a flirty drunk. Now, I'm a huge proponent of personal responsibility, so I never blame the drink. The decisions I make under the influence are ones I would make while sober... I just have a little (or a lot) of extra nudging.

So while on vacation I kissed a boy. It is not in my nature to make out with boys at bars, but he was absolutely adorable. He was tall, cute and you guessed it, donned a pair of spectacles. It's inexplicable, but I am a sucker for a man in glasses. I alluded to some foul play in my correspondence with the Englishman, but was not specific. During our play he was able to get it out of me...it didn't take much of an interrogation. The burden of the truth was lifted off of my shoulders, but I would soon rediscover it on my bottom.

"How many strokes do you think you deserve?", he asked.

"He was 25 years old, so 25 strokes," I replied.

"Very Well." His tone was firm.

I draped myself over the spanking horse, waiting to be cleansed of my sins.

"Such big infractions deserve the big cane."

I sprung up and my eyes widened. He noticed.

"These won't be love taps," he warned.

In a panic I quipped, "Actually, I think he was closer to 16."

"27." Period.

I'm looking at him in the mirror, looking at me. He gently takes his hand and places it on the small of my back. He slowly moves it up my back and as he gets to the nape of my neck I take his cue lower the upper half of my body. It's time to accept what is coming to me.

The strokes were quick and there were no loving pauses for me to catch my breath, only the briefest of moments when I managed to whisper the count. I couldn't determine which was worse, the fiery lines I felt on the surface or the thuddy pain buried deep in my bottom. Of course, none was worse than knowing how shamelessly I acted that night...and how embarrassed he would have been had he been there to witness such behavior.

A weekly caning has given my bottom an invisible callous. I stopped using arnica long ago, seeing how if any marks were left, they usually disappeared by the morning. By the time I got home the marks were faint and it looked like I would wake up this morning to a clean slate of a bottom. I was wrong. Like a scarlet letter, I wear a badge of shame. I differ from Hester Prynne as I wear mine hidden in secrecy, underneath my clothes and it will fade as I forgive myself as he has forgiven me.




14 comments:

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    1. Conina,

      My bottom, or my dignity?

      Actually, both are healing... my bottom a little too quickly!

      xo,
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    2. The entire situation, really. Good that both are healing though.

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    3. Healing and growing...together.

      xo,
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  2. Is it a sign of snobbery for me to say that I like you even more now, after you properly referenced Hester Prynne? :-)

    How lovely to have a trusted top to help you forgive yourself.

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    1. Erica,

      Snobbery? Never! (but between you and me, sign me up!)

      I could feel old Nathaniel rolling in his grave being referenced in a spanking blog...I can only hope it's onto his tummy and I can spank him with the sharp edge of my wit. :)

      xo,
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  3. Stunning! God how you write. And how you take cane! And how you write that. I can't make coherent comments.

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    1. Emen,

      Thank you... I would hardly say that I take the cane, as it is the cane that lords itself over me.

      xo,
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  4. Something tells me there are a few more boys who are going to get kissed.

    Great writing. You really have a gift.

    Zee

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    1. Zee,

      You underestimate the power of the cane... not as a tool to be feared, but one that inspires reformation.

      Thank you for your lovely words...they mean a lot to me.

      xo,
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  5. I'm not a bad girl either :) Well done for getting through it.

    Dee x

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    1. Dee,

      Only when you want to be, I'm sure ;)

      Thanks...I just have to keep reminding myself that it's all a part of the journey!

      xo,
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  6. Poor you and glad you got through it...and kissing the guy sounds pretty good, too, even if you did get punished for it.

    Love,
    Kitty

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    1. Kitty,

      I can honestly say I have never done anything like that before, but it was pretty hot...almost as hot as the punishment! Though, I'm quite embarrassed at how young he was!

      xo,
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