Quick Smut Volume 3: Cut Yourself a Switch

She had been incredibly disobedient. Blatantly so.

I understood after a moment that she was being bratty for me, which I love, because she's giving me an excuse to punish her. It's her way of "asking for it."

So I dug deep. Thought back to days when I was just a young buck. I gave her a tug on the back of her hair and whispered in hear ear.

"Go outside and cut yourself a switch. A thin one."

This caused a moment of confusion to cross her doll features. Then a moment of curiosity. She went outside with my case knife.

It was gorgeous. Long and thin, when swung it made a phenomenal "whoosh" as if cutting the air in half.

30 minutes later, she was still plugged. Her pussy filled, her phenomenal ass criscrossed with little thing welts, she was gasping and dripping, making a mess of the sheets. I gave her another swift crack. She groaned into the pillow--I'd graciously allowed her to bite into one, mostly to preserve the sleep of our neighbors. Another. Then another.

"Have we learned a lesson?"

"...Please fuck me. Please."

"Well, that didn't answer my question at all."

I gave her clit a fleeting rub, causing her body to tense up. Then we resumed things.

Where Does He Get Those Wonderful Toys?

I went toy-hunting the other day.

Now, when you live in a small town live myself, there are a strikingly small amount of places one can go for sex toy needs. The best place to go is the Lions Den in Milton, WV, but they're really more of a "dildos and dvds" type of place. I need a more disciplinarian-minded class of toy. We had a very good, bondage-geared shop just 30 minutes away, but they ( surprise! ) shut down due to lack of business. It's the south, it's the Appalachians, it is what it is.

So I went to the shop in my town, known as Naughty but Nice. Really more of a lingerie and lube type of joint, but they're local, and I was willing to sack variety for the convenience of not having to drive an hour and a half.

Their paddles were so weak feeling! Thin, with narrow handles--more like props than anything else. But I did pick up a leather flogger ( deer leather, handcrafted ) and a tube of ID Velvet, which at 30 bucks I didnt think would be worth it until I tried it. Jesus god, it's the absolute smoothest lube around. I still prefer Boy Butter for anal sex, but Velvet should be the new go-to lubricant for nearly everything.

But, I still didnt have a paddle. Lady loves floggers, but beyond that and the hand we've never really tried anything else. I tried to convince her that a riding crop would be a good idea at the flea market, but she didnt seem too keen on the idea. Though we are definetly in a D/s relationship, I have to respect her wishes on that. But we've recently been getting into rough pussy play ( spanking, tugging, pulling her newly grown-pubic hair ), so we might have to revisit the control the crop allows.

But Paddles? Paddles intrigue her. She likes big, broad stroke spanking--the kind that leaves her ass red after the span of maybe 5 minutes of vigorous swings. She wants a paddle--I want to ise one on her.

At the end of the day, I went to Lowes Hardware. After some searching, I found my perfect candidate--a 2 foot long plank of dark poplar with a thickness of about an inch. I'll soon be turning it into the best paddle I can. But I'm wodering: Should I cover one side in leather? I've this beautiful sheet of blood-red rawhide that I think would look amazing, but I'm not so sure on the practicality of such a thing. Your Thoughts?

Implement Woes

I've been searching for a decent alternative to my hand, recently. Now don't get me wrong, my hand is one mighty bit of meat, wide and flat and rough from carpentry work and a penchant for cooking with my hands. But it does tire out, as anyone's will, and I want something with a little more of an...official bearing.

I want something that, once removed and brought into the open, my Lady will recognize as a sign that she's in for serious punishment.

We've a ping pong paddle, and it works pretty well, especially with the waffle-like rubber pads still intact. But it's short, so I cant get much of a good swing. We've a cheap rubber flogger, made up of stretchy strings not unlike the koosh balls of yore. It doesnt hurt so much, only stings really. On the plus side it gives her ass the most interesting cross-section of designs, thousands of little thin red marks blending into one another. But it just doesnt have the swing I want. I need something more powerful than my current roster--it's just plain not enough gun.

I've gone over the options, mostly at Stockroom-via-Sugarbutch, which has some amazing pices of work. It's all very inventive, things such as tire treads with handles on them, carpetbeaters, fiberglass canes, and this thing called an impression paddle that'll leave a big mark that reads "BITCH" or "SLUT" and such. My only problem with that last idea is the pupose of that paddle is to mark your sub, and while I'm behind that, you're really limited to one good swing per cheek before the words start to overlap and get jumbled. What am I supposed to do, only spank Lady twice? No ma'am, that dog won't hunt.

I'll more than likely end up making a nice paddle myself, because I can hardly pass up and opportunity to creat something, and I will keep y'all updated on the status of that. But part of me wonders if I shouldnt start saving up for this beautiful piece of work. Isn't it just so damn pretty? And I bet it hurts like a motherfucker, too.

Domestic Discipline, of a sort

Whenever I get back from the gym, my body generally shuts down the ability to be active for roughly two hours or so. It's not just that I'm out of shape, but I guess all the heavy weights I tend to lift just take the fight out of me.

But after that I'm hit with a burst of manic, blood-pumping energy, the type of which really allows me to get shit done.

So it was no surprise that the Lady and myself began to clean up the house, in earnest. We have a large amount of guests over every week, and though they do try, when the vodka and the high grade beer begin to flow, cleanliness isn't really on everyone's mind.

She became frustrated with the general state of things, and to ease her problems, I began to play with her...a rough spank here, a tug of the nipples there, and plenty of me smelling the nape of her neck ( a personal favorite for both of us ).

This got the desired effect, which for once wasn't just the act of lovemaking, but to calm her anger down to a minimum so we could finish the job. I've read of households where the submissive does all the cleaning and is punished if it isn't up to snuff. I suppose we're different, using punishment to spurn us to finish the housework we both started. When my hand and her left cheek were burning with sensation, it was a reminder that there could be more down the line, once we finished cleaning.

I'm sure it isnt the standard way of doing things, but then again nothing we seem to do is the standard way of doing things.

Lord Have Mercy

It was early on in our relationship when the topic of spanking came up. I had indulged in a couple of playful swats before this, mainly becuase she had ( and still has ) an amazing ass. So bubble-like, sticking out, wide and plump and firm.

So, as yound couples are wont to do, we began experimenting. One night, when settling in for bed, she decided to confess to me.

Lady: "I've got something to tell you."

Me: "Mm?"

Lady: "Two men hit on me today at work. Don't worry, I wasn't receptive to the idea, but I feel bad and figured I should tell you."

At this point, I have put my book down. I've lit a cigarette, staring to the ceiling with evil, dark thoughts running through my head. However, I still know I can play my cards right ( fairly easily ) and open some doors in the process.

Me: "And you feel guilty about this, I take it?"

Lady: "I feel like maybe I was sending some kinda unintentional signal. I feel bad about it."

Me: "Bad enough to allow me to punish you for it?"

What followed was a flurry of conversation. She, though reticent, was open to the idea, as pain had always kind of been a "thing" for her.

Without so much as a moment's pause, I had her on shoulders and knees, exposing all of her charms to me. I would be lying if I didn't have to restrain myself from digging in right then and there. I had to remind myself that this was for the purposes of punishment.

I was green, as they say. I'd always harbored a bit of a dominant and sadistic streak in my lovemaking, but I'd never unleashed it like this. Shakily, my hand spanked her bare ass, planting upon each cheek one excessively hard slap followed by two shorter ones. This continued for maybe 30 seconds before she begged off, and what I said next was shocking even to me.

Me: "You dont get to ask me to stop. You wanted me to punish you, and I'm not about to let you off lightly."

I swung for the proverbial fences on that last word, drawing out "lightly" to accentuate my hard smack, which was punctuated with her yelping. It was like I was possessed, another voice that was not mine erupting from deep in my belly. But I went with it. I spanked her until my hand couldn't stand it anymore. She was sobbing, but she was thanking me within that.

The Punishment concluded, I stole a taste. with the evidence of her arousal nearly matting my beard, I clutched her close in my arms and let my hands roam over her sore, fiery backside.

We made love better that evening than we ever had before.

We also never looked back.

Welcome

Hello and welcome, inaugural post, etc etc

I'm Erudite Hayseed, a southern gentleman and something of a sexual being. I'm hoping this blog can be a chronicling of various things--Spankings given to my Lady, general kinks and obsessions, the difficulties of D/s relationships not only in general but in the south as well. I hope to make it photo-heavy, actively updated, and all in all maybe somewhat arousing to both the genitals and mind.

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