Well I didn’t think I was going to add another one to the series but I must admit I was looking at some sexy pictures yesterday. I tend to look for things to use for blogs etc. I purchase most of mine but sometimes I’ll run into something delicious for inspiration. Then I happened to be on Fet Life answering emails and a pic popped up using a riding crop a girl’s well spanked ass and I thought – yes, another implement. In doing a little research I realized that a lot of people like them for their portability and size. They also select the nasty method because the spanker just has to snap his or her wrist and creating stinging pain. And a riding crop is perfect to use on other very intimate areas as well. Mmm… But let’s stick with the use for discipline first.
As you can see from the picture, the piece is usually made of leather – I’ve seen some synthetic ones too. True aficionados prefer the leather so I’m told. There is something about the feel in his or her hand, the smell of well worn material and the look of the implement alone that is delicious in my opinion. I can admit that I’ve never had this used on me but after seeing some pics and videos, whew is all I can say. This could be taken with you just like a hairbrush, stored in the glove compartment for easy access. The HOH (Head of Household) might consider this one a bit harsher than a brush but I would tend to think the riding crop is along the same lines as the brush – just a different hit. The hairbrush is more of a thudding pain that the cracking of the riding crop. However I can assure you the little leather strap can inflict some anguish.
For many D/s or DD couples, the riding crop is almost like a symbol. Of course crops are intended to be used on horses, for control. What better type of implement to make certain the sub or wife is put in her place, reminding her that she has to obey? Imagine being told to bring him the crop, carrying the piece in her mouth. Mmm… I can truly imagine what the anticipation of being whipped would be, the flutter in her stomach as she gets the crap from the very special hanging place. Catch you envision the way she looks, the way she carries herself as she goes back to her Dom or husband, offering him the crop? Boy oh boy I am tingling just thinking about it. Let’s look at a little scene.
Drake exhaled slowly. “Come here.”
She crawled slowing toward him, keeping her head down. When she was in between his legs he placed his hand on top of her head. “You’ve been acting out with much more frequency lately. I know work has been tense, but I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior or your mouthiness. I’m going to have to give you an intense spanking today, then corner time. Do you understand?”
The tone of voice was enough to tell her she was going to get a harsh whipping and in truth she deserved nothing less. She’d disrespected him even in front of a colleague of his. “Yes sir. I do want to be a better woman, sir.”
“Then go and get me the riding crop.”
Cringing, she shot him a look. She hated the leather piece mostly because she knew he was going to flog more than just her ass. Neither her thighs, breasts or pussy would be spared. But she no choice in the matter. “Yes, sir.” When she started to stand he placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her down.
“Crawl and get the crop for me.”
Oh he was in a very bad mood, angry as hell with her. Nodding, she lowered her head and turned around, crawling toward the door. Alicia was humiliated but knew he was trying to make a point. If she acted like a child she was going to be treated like less than one. She shivered all the way into their bedroom. The crop was kept with his three favorite leather straps on the back of the closet door. She had trouble reaching the implement but managed to snag the crop on the third try.
There was no way to carry the piece in her hand and she knew what Drake wanted. Placing the crop in her mouth, she crawled very slowly back to him.
With one eyebrow raised he studied her for a few seconds before taking the crop from her. “Good girl.” He rose from his chair and lifted her chin with one finger, forcing her to look into his eyes. “This is going to be painful for both of us but necessary. I love you very much but we’re going to break this pattern of behavior.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
She knew where they were going. He’d only recently set up a special room, one with some spanking and BDSM equipment. They were exploring more options for pleasure, but today was all about inflicting measured pain. He led her to the new spanking bench. The wooden piece has only been used twice since its purchase. She loathed the damn thing. Biting her lower lip, she was able to hold back her whimpers as he fastened her securely, her arms and legs spread wide, her ass in the air. There was no way she could move.
Rubbing down the length of her back first with his hand then the tip of the riding crop, he finally patted her on the ass. “We’ll start with thirty on your ass, ten on each upper thigh. Then you’re going to be placed in the corner to think about what you’ve done. After that we’ll begin again.”
“Yes, sir.” He was very good at how he punished her, knew how much she needed. And today he was going to push both limits.
Mmm… I know, a bit harsher than I normally do but some couples do begin to move past domestic discipline or domination and submission to a taste of BDSM. I simply wanted to show that you can have both in a relationship. Pain for pleasure and pain for discipline are two entirely different things. The Dom or HOH might use the same methods, but the wife or submissive knows the difference. It’s all about respect, devotion and disappointment. I hope you’re enjoyed and let me know what you think.
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