A visit from Mr. Hyde

(I'm going to beg the question here and assume y'all know the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.) :-)

I would say that most of the time, ST is Dr. Jekyll. Mild-mannered, soft-spoken, with a gentle nature despite his powerful right hand/arm.

Most of the time. But once in a while, when I least expect it, his inner Mr. Hyde comes out to play.

Tonight, he didn't even give me a hug when he came in the door. Just unceremoniously led me into the bedroom and pushed me facedown onto the bed. Not wasting any time, he pulled everything below my waist down and off.

"What did I do??" I blurted. He didn't answer, just gave me a few hard whacks. He pulled me back onto my feet, long enough to tie my hands together, then pushed me back down. After tying my feet, he then bound both ropes to the bed casters, so I couldn't budge.

"What did I DO?" I repeated. He leaned down and wound his fist into my hair.

"You didn't do anything."

Huh?

"I just have a head of steam built up, and I feel like spanking some ass. Since you're my spanking girl, you're the lucky recipient. And there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Is there?"

I didn't answer, and he pulled my hair more firmly. "I asked you a question."

"No," I said meekly.

I suppose I should have been terrified. I trembled, but not from fear. I know I was in for it, and hard. But I also knew I was in very trusted hands.

And sometimes... sometimes, I like to go there. I like to play a little rough. But you guys know that.

You've also probably figured out that whenever ST is in Mr. Hyde mode, I usually end up in naked mode. Tonight, he decided my sweater and bra were in the way, after he'd tied my hands. So he just yanked them up and over my shoulders, where they remained bunched up for the rest of the scene.

Not to worry, it wasn't as uncomfortable as it looks. Just uncomfortable enough. :-)

Back on my stomach, I do believe I felt every implement in his bag, plus a couple of my own. All the while he teased me, said I had no idea what was coming next. He'd take brief breaks, caress my back and legs, then snap right back into the spanking. I couldn't cover my mouth with my hands, so I muffled it with the comforter. I could hardly move, but some of those implements made me writhe. Once, he tickled my feet with one hand and strapped me with the other. MEAN. Just mean.

He knew it, too. "I'm just so mean and horrible, aren't I?" I nodded vigorously. He leaned down to me once again. "But you like me that way, don't you!" Couldn't lie, now could I... I said yes.

"I guess we can get into some real spanking now, since the warmup is over, right?" he said.

"Whaaa?" I screeched. "There was no warmup!"

He insisted there was, but it was a "higher level" warmup. Oh, brother.

"Well, you're practically naked," he explained. "I was concerned that you'd get cold, so I wanted to make sure there was lots of heat emanating from your bottom."

OK, some things are just ridiculous. "You could have put on the fucking heater!" I hollered. Fortunately, by that point, Mr. Hyde was on his way out and ST just laughed.

But that didn't keep him from finishing me off with 20 belt strikes, followed by 20 paddle swats. Hard ones.

I really like the following photo, although I hate the straight-on angle. You all know how I feel about gyno shots. So yes, that is a little NO in a circle with a line through it, placed strategically. :-) 

We were both extra relaxed and mellow after that scene. Guess it did us both good.

A couple of news bits: There is a new e-book available called
My First Spanking: An Anthology. It is a collection of stories about first spankings, compiled and edited by Cassandra Park and published by Ravenous Romance. Yours truly contributed a story. I figured everyone and their mother knows the story of my real first spanking by now, so I wrote a fictional tale called "Just Ask Me."

Also, Suzy's Spanking Union (S S U) just put up a lovely review of this blog. Thank you, Suzy! I appreciate the kind words and the nice shout-out. :-)

Now, if I could just keep all these yummy post-spanking feelings for more than a few hours. If only they could form an invisible shield, protecting me from all the BS outside my haven. But alas...

I guess that's why there are so many Mondays. Sweet dreams, my not-so-evil Mr. Hyde.