Wednesday

“I will use only my hand,” I had often reassured her.

A hand can provide both of the sensations that make up a spanking, often described as sting and thud. Physical sensations, I mean: obviously there are other stimuli of mind and emotion, other aspects of the experience that contribute to it, including catharsis, absolution, and gratitude.

A hand carries a built-in safety measure: it feels the impact of every spank also. Not to the same degree by any means, but a tired, sore palm is a valuable gauge.

A hand doesn’t cut or cause welts, which to me are terribly unattractive.

A hand has a lifetime of proprioception to guide it with decent accuracy.

And most of all, my hand is me. When my belovèd is over my lap, I think she deserves the intimacy of touch. Not being spanked by a thing, but by her loving, care-filled Sir.

We looked at photos, sometimes, of paddles, canes, floggers, straps — and sore, pretty bottoms. Some of them arousing, some not. But always: “I will use only my hand.”

One of an owner’s responsibilities is to guide his belovèd up to, along, and occasionally across one of her edges, holding her safe as she explores. It is quite common.

And from time to time, she helps him across one of his.

— Frenulum