The Spinster's Exploits

As said in my earlier posts, I am aware my lovely switchy sub lover is far more kinky and BDSM than me. And my recent mainly vanilla experiences had made me self consciously defensive as to my ‘label/s’ as I sally forth with my adventures as a septuagenarian.

I believe I get as good an understanding of sub mentality as is possible for an empathic non-sub and it is somewhat different from the mindset of a more singularly focussed spankee. And while I have always acknowledged the power exchange of spanking and my pleasure in the ceding of power, I still didn’t see myself as submissive. But despite my stubborn mindset and advancing years I have to acknowledge that I may just have moved up an inch or so on that continuum based on our most recent day out…

Another scorcher of a day. And it was nice to be driven by him. They’d enjoyed lunch and she’d been excited by his command to raise the hem of her dress on the way there, and once again on the way back. When she reached over to touch him he asked who had given her permission and she shivered at his casual domination and decided to enjoy the ride with her thighs exposed to him.

And she directed him to the shaded walk she’d recommended that joined the villages and would take them partly along the river where she’d walked many decades ago.

And after the unseen dog walker with their noisy charge left, they took the river path until they reached a fallen tree where she was ordered to bend over and of course she did. And he spanked her because he could. And she let him, because he could…

And memories of the switch and his dominion over her danced in their heads. And he tried to find a suitable replacement to no avail.

And he told her he’d like to fuck her there over the tree and she said how she would like that, but he’d noted the rope swing on the other side as well as the lack of suitable switches.

And as they walked back the path well-trod, they passed a man and boy fishing and a lone sunbathing woman making the most of the cooling river flowing by her. They had made the right decision, but wished it could have been otherwise.

And on the walk, she had suddenly had a thought and wondered what he thought he had with her -BDSM or vanilla? Definitely vanilla but… and the idea of Spicy Vanilla was born to their amusement. And she realised it could be a good internet porn name!