The Spinster's Exploits

Well – as usual – the first challenge is – what shall I wear?! My lover seems to think I’m rather into roleplay – can’t think why…

I decided on a change of tone with the underpinnings – I have some rather nice bra and knicker sets I never wear nowadays so thought I’d get one out of the metaphoric mothballs. It’s purple with red ribbon and worked well with the black suspender belt and matching stockings. I wore a knee length black and white skirt and sensible white blouse – quite business-y I thought – finished off with high strappy red wedges.

I had been thinking a lot about delivering a cold caning on the very convenient bucket chair and was looking forward to his arrival. Thanks to Storm Amy he was late and discovered new highways, byways and dodgy lanes of South Wales but got here suffering only limited trauma.

Reader – I have to admit – I am total crap with a cane! He was a fabulous target. I am left-handed but tried both hands with various canes and held at different points. But I was somewhat chaotic in my strokes. Luckily he has reassured me of his hardiness and ability to endure some eye-watering stuff, so I did no harm – was just cack-handed figuratively as well as literally!

I do however feel somewhat hoist on my own petard as my words come back to haunt me…

“While I think safety and common sense are important, I don’t think one needs a safety certificate to smack a bottom! So my advice is play safe and have fun, but don’t feel you have to attend a masterclass before you can experiment. On the other hand, if you do fancy a masterclass fetish fairs and events can oblige!”

His Mistress’s lesson to him on cane-wielding has served him well, but I like to think my scattergun approach has a certain charm and I did turn his arse a fabulous shade of red!

And I certainly laid excellent foundations for further attacks across my lap with hairbrush, bath brushes and paddle. He is far quieter and more stoic than me, but I got the odd pleasing yelp.

And then it was time for my second go at bondage. He looked fantastic spreadeagled across my bed and over my cushion with the cane resting along the groove of his arse and neatly dissecting the cheeks and his balls. His obvious Wicked Willy of a cock did spoil the lovely symmetry, but I’m not one to complain – especially after such an erratic caning! The redness of his bottom was not obviously as asymmetric as could be expected from  my lack of precision and skill.

It was wonderful teasing and beating a spreadeagled and well-secured lover and while I can’t imagine being a rigger or rope bunny, tying someone up to play with them is amazingly satisfying. And I was much better with my other hitty toys than the canes. Luckily I have plenty of them…

And of course it is great fun releasing a man from bondage to pleasure me.

I couldn’t resist a photo of him in his bonds. And put it in my secure folder after his approval and sending him a copy via Whattsap. Was a bit of a surprise when there he was in all his glory next time I messaged him! So we both deleted and he rests cosily in our secure folders…