Punished With A Quirt

Recently, it seems, Pandora Blake was (accidentally?) somewhat abusive of her date. Which does not come with the same sort of free pass vanilla women are used to getting for bad dating behavior, not when her date is a leathercrafter and quirt enthusiast!

While I was waiting for him to arrive I felt really anxious. I knew I’d messed up and I didn’t know if he’d still be angry when he got there, and I didn’t know if he’d be the kind of angry that could be resolved in role or if our date was ruined before it started.

Eventually we found each other, and the look in his eye told me everything I needed to know. I was definitely in trouble. But it was the kind of trouble that meant I was going home with him at the end of the evening. I breathed a sigh of relief as I kissed his hand and said I was sorry. “Oh, you will be,” he said, and the threat held just enough of a spark of mischief that I could let go of my guilt. It would be dealt with later and I knew he’d be fair.

At one point in the evening he told me to stand with my hands resting on the wall while he used the quirt on me for the first time. I’ve wanted to taste this implement for years. He told me that this is what he’d be using for my punishment later. Twenty hard strokes, one for each minute he was kept waiting at home. I swallowed and looked down, knowing it was fair, frightened and excited but feeling that same security in his authority that was completely relaxing. He flicked the quirt against my shoulders, my back and buttocks, then started wrapping it, lashing my nipples and belly with the leather tips with perfect accuracy. The pain started to mount and each lash was beginning to really hurt. I was squirming in response to the quick, burning strokes and he had to tell me angrily to stay still.

Much later, when it was time for my punishment, I knew it was inevitable and I accepted it. He was gentle and firm and looked deeply into my eyes, checking in and connecting with me before telling me to resume my position against the wall. The whipping was hard and slow. I sobbed my count and my thanks after each stroke. I was quiet at first, concentrating on my breathing and on my count, emptying my mind and accepting the pain. By halfway through it was seriously hurting and I was struggling to stay still. By the end I was screaming before I found the breath to give my count, and afterwards I felt emptied, cleansed, resolved. It was closure, both emotionally and physically. Enough pain for me to really get a grip on, enough for me to feel pushed. I felt like I’d needed it, and in a strange way it was deeply satisfying.

Afterwards I knelt before him and thanked him for my punishment in a much more intimate way. I was very glad to be able to give him some closure in return. Tired and contented, we curled up in each other’s arms and talked quietly as we drifted off to sleep. The sun had come up some time ago.

If you follow the link to see the parts of the tale I did not quote, you’ll also find a bonus — two photos showing some really delicious red stripes.

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  1. Pandora commented on May 6th, 2008:

    Wow! Thankyou very much for the link – it’s a real honour to be included in your fantastic blog :) :)

    My lateness that evening was definitely accidental. I trusted that he would push me without me needing to brat – I’m naturally submissive and very eager to please, and I only ever deliberately court punishment when I’m roleplaying or acting. I like being a good girl for a sadistic man who’s going to hurt me anyway. I was genuinely horrified when I realised my mistake – I was terrified that his anger would be real, and that it would ruin the connection between us before we even started. I’d waited a long time for the chance to play with this friend, and the idea that I might have pissed him off to seriously jeopardise that was terrifying! So it was wonderful that he chose to resolve it in the way he did. If I’d needed any validation that he was a dom to be trusted and respected, this more than provided it.

  2. SpankBoss commented on May 6th, 2008:

    Ah, but you’re talking to one of those anal-about-planning people who doesn’t comprehend how “accidentally” being late is possible in the first place. The one-time memory lapse (“I was supposed to text, and it slipped my mind”) is comprehensible; I do that, though it horrifies me when I discover it. The ongoing process of “ohmigod, I’m supposed be ready by seven, now I’m running late, now it’ll be 7:30, no sorry, looks like 8:00, ah screw it, I’ll just meet you there” can never, the way I parse the universe, be accidental.

    I am on time for stuff because I plan for stuff, and I build in time for errors and contingencies, and then I build in more time just to be safe. My biggest problem is then figuring out how to fudge the plan as I near the end of it, so as not to wind up getting places unduly early. Intellectually I understand that other people do not do this; emotionally, I don’t understand why not. Thus it always strikes me as a choice — “they were late because they wanted to be late; if they didn’t want to be late, they would have planned not to be, and then they wouldn’t have been.” Inevitably when I have tried to unpack this with people, I find that the stuff that made them late was the sort of foreseeable stuff that would have been accounted for in a normal (for me, not so much the rest of the world) plan:

    “I was having trouble getting my hair dry.”

    “How long did it take?”

    “Oh, about twenty minutes.”

    “How long does it usually take?”

    “Well, about that long, but I thought I could speed it up, I was behind because I couldn’t find the panties I wanted.”

    “How many pairs of panties do you own?”

    “Only about two hundred or so, not very many.”

    “And all the other ones were too dirty to wear?”

    “No! What, you think I’m a barbarian? I just couldn’t find the ones I wanted!”

    “So what you’re saying is, you made me wait in the rain on the curb because you couldn’t decide which panties to wear.”

    “It’s not like that!”

    “And this, you claim, was an accident.”

    After a conversation like this, the existence of quirts and straps and paddles and canes can do a lot to brighten a fellow’s outlook.

    Of course, I should be fair. Even the best laid plans can be disrupted by asteroid strikes, civil disorder, unexpected declarations of war, zombie invasions, largish earthquakes, nearby volcanic eruptions, that sort of thing. But there were no asteroids in your tale, so I was forced to insert the question mark.

    Of course you know I’m teasing you just a bit. I’d say you got off easy, but I’ve seen the pictures; “about right” is probably fair, maybe a smidge lenient. ;-)

  3. Bethie commented on May 7th, 2008:

    Hmmmm. Somehow I feel maligned. I wasn’t specifically mentioned, but still…

  4. SpankBoss commented on May 7th, 2008:

    Bethie my love, I don’t know why you’d feel maligned; so far as I know, you’ve never left me waiting on the curb in the rain at any time.

    Unless, maybe, there are some other aspects of this completely imaginary scenario with which you, somehow, identify? ;-)

  5. David commented on May 7th, 2008:

    SpankBoss, any suggestions from you or one of your readers as to where to buy a quirt and what kind to buy? I saw lots on eBay, but they seemed designed for horses. Are those the best ones for spanking/whipping?

  6. SpankBoss commented on May 7th, 2008:

    David, I’ve got a short list toy sites I usually check for specialty leather goods, but none of them sell quirts, so, yeah, I would probably turn to eBay. I am afraid I don’t have any experience with quirts, and I don’t own one myself.

    I shouldn’t worry about the “designed for horses” element; all the best whips were designed for livestock of one kind or another. Take a simple riding crop — designed to deliver a painless “hello, ya daft thousand-pound-beastie, stop grazing and don’t forget you’ve got a fragile monkey on yer back” message to a thick-skinned, hair-covered horse, it’s perfect for delivering a more intense communication to bare tender female human skin.

    Like any other leather toy, you’re always better off if you can find a source where you can handle the goods before purchase; but, failing that, you’ve got to be willing to buy experimentally online, and accept that you’ll get a few expensive things in the mail that just won’t work for you before you get a toy that you love to use. And the expense of that approach can be daunting.

    However, I’ve seen quirts for sale in western stores and farm supply type places; and if you’re too urban to have those, you’re probably within striking distance of a good leather fetish shop, or one of the annual kinky conventions/shows where all the vendors show up. The leatherworking tent at your local Rennaisance Faire can also have some surprisingly kinky items. Amish country stores are also good. Be creative in your shopping!

  7. Pandora commented on May 7th, 2008:

    Spankboss – Ha! The ironic thing is that I would describe myself as anal-about-planning, but on this occasion my plans were thrown out of the window fairly early on in the process. I appreciate that you’re only teasing and your comment did make me giggle, BUT …. in my defence … The full tale involves a spanking shoot that was meant to finish at 3pm and went on until past 7pm, and exhaustion when I got home which threatened to cancel the entire evening, not merely make me late. The series of postponements weren’t so much a change of plan each time as an initial “I’m sorry, my shoot ran on and I need some time to rest before I can start to get ready; I’ll keep you updated”. My date responded to this with sympathy and understanding, and just asked me to let him know how I was doing. So I kept him updated, and I kept mis-judging my tiredness levels such that my estimates about how long things would take were off, although I tried quite hard not to make firm estimates when I knew that everything was flexible at this stage. I don’t consider myself to have misbehaved in changing the original plan to get ready together – and neither did my date. Failing to update him at the crucial, final moment, however, was entirely my fault and I’m glad he didn’t let me get away with it. :)

    David – the picture of the quirt I posted in the linked entry was made by the gentleman who used it on me that evening. He makes them for private commission – would you like me to put you in touch? I can highly recommend his work! :)

  8. SpankBoss commented on May 7th, 2008:

    David, I don’t know Pandora’s gentleman or his work, but I can say in a general way that the procedure she is proposing (recommendation from a trusted source to a custom maker) is hands down the best way to buy leather goods over the internet, if your budget can support it. It’s rarely cheap — quality hand-made goods never are — but it’s a grand way to obtain treasures rather than mere possessions.

    Pandora, I’m glad you understood my teasing tone — despite my list of dire unmentioned catastrophes, I was sharply aware that your excuses for the repeated delays might have been very good indeed, but left unmentioned for reasons of privacy, irrelevancy, or boringness.

  9. David commented on May 7th, 2008:

    SpankBoss and Pandora,

    Thank you for the advice. I’ve contacted Pandora by email and will look into getting a quirt directly from, well, a man who seems to know how to use one!


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