A “long” punishment spanking coming at the hands of Domina Nyx
Well, this weekend was Hell. Or at least the heat was so terrible, that’s where I thought I was. I met DN at the Studio Thursday while it was still relatively cool; She had a pretty busy day. After an exercise outcall, She came back to the Studio with a furniture catalog. Now that Her custom couch has arrived in warehouse – once that is set to be delivered, She’s on Her way to what is perhaps the most awesome dresser ever created. A high set of deep drawers, topped with a literal chest that would be the perfect place to discretely store BDSM toys. Not that She’s too interested in discretion, considering She has whips, paddles and spanking belts hanging from hooks on the outside of Her closet door – along with canes and crops in a vase in the living room. The point is, when She runs out of obvious places to store Her “toys,” there will be a chest for the rest of them.
Speaking of toys, one of my oldest and most dedicated blog readers from way back with “M” made it possible for me to buy some toys from Cane-Iac. He was particular on the lexan paddles , which I know nothing about – except they looked kind of cool because they are clear. I later found out after they were purchased that the general consensus is that they are quite severe and favored almost exclusively by Tops and not bottoms. They are made with the same material that they make bullet proof glass out of. Supposedly, unbreakable – but Domina Nyx has been known to eradicate that concept. I wasn’t going to buy 4 lexan paddles, in case She doesn’t like them. So I bought 2 in order to satisfy my blog reader and financial contributor. But I spent the rest on some sale items.
Here is a pic of the order:
The lexan paddles are the clear ones. One is an “OTK” paddle, which is obviously the smaller one. And one is the largest, “Sr. paddle” – I figured there really wasn’t a need to get an intermediate sized one at this point. There is this black item that resembles a solid rubber cane but is actually three strands of rubber that are not visible in this picture. I tested that on my arm and wish I hadn’t. The Sadistic red loop is obviously easy to locate in this pic, given the fact that is loop-shaped and red 
I’ll leave the sadistic part to DN, although She used something similar on me the first time I ever got seriously punished and I had marks for a month. Pictures can be found on blog. The other item is an “OTK” cane that is supposed to light upon impact but it doesn’t as far as I can tell. Then there is some kind of flogger that had the literal label “OUCH” on the website. I tried that out, didn’t really see the big deal. Of course, I couldn’t quite reach my ass. So I am sure the sensation would be quite different bent over and being beaten on my naked buttocks. Then there is some mystery gift made out of paddle scraps. A nice surprise. I think.
Anyway, I didn’t tell DN about this whole thing – partially because I didn’t know if this was a good idea. It seemed a much better idea when I wasn’t in any trouble and wasn’t expecting to be punished. Now – not so much. I was doing okay for a good while there. I had a minor attitude problem at the studio, so says my Mistress – who took me into a room, grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me to my knees before scolding me and giving me a mild slap to the left side of my face. That settled my attitude immediately. After She allowed me to stand up and gave me a hug, I collapsed to my knees again, shaking. I was grateful for Her forgiveness and had gone into a mild state of shock anticipating She might put me over Her knee as the action occurred close to a bench where She could have easily seated Herself. She consoled me and directed me to give Her my assurance that my behavior would change. It did. It usually always does after these types of interactions, unless I am in a particularly untamable mood. I was warned that She was no longer sick and was back in full-fledged Dominant mode, and that I better be careful because She has no hesitation or lack of strength to punish me.
The rest of the weekend I took this seriously. I did my best to be helpful, even though we were both suffering with the heatwave and She had some kind of food allergy reaction. It was the day that I had to leave that my behavior slipped. I was feeling very sensitive and emotional and was taking my Mistress’ instructions to watch my attitude more as advice than as commands. This got me pushed onto the bed, and the left side of my bottom smacked soundly with Her right hand.
I had a slight lapse of sanity and jumped off of the bed after being hit. I was so mortified that this had just happened to me. Yes, we all know nothing really quite gets to me as much as a hand-spanking, but in this case – it was NOT on both cheeks and I had both my pants and underwear on. Yet I cannot explain how embarrassed I felt by such a mild experience. I’m not going to lie. It hurt. I was shocked that it hurt and I wanted to rub the stinging away with my hand but resisted the urge in fear of further embarrassment. But I was kind of walking around like a headless chicken with no idea what to do with myself or how to react, trying not to cry and developing an attitude in defense.
This resulted with me finding myself face down on the bed again, this time with my pants pulled down and getting walloped with a tiny heart shaped wooden paddle. It was particularly dreadful even though it didn’t last long. It hurt my bottom and my pride and most of all, my very fragile feelings. It wasn’t long before I was crying – but it was not the wounded, yielding cry that would have occurred had I been over Her knee and getting Her hand to the middle of my ass. It was more of a defiant, outraged sobbing in frustration kind of cry which led to tantruming behavior, which occurred in full force as soon as I was far enough away from Her to know I couldn’t get spanked again. I sent Her a barrage of text messages, with the mentality of a four or five year old, demanding that I never be taken over Her knee ever again or get another spanking for the rest of my life. I persisted with childlike defiance when She let me know in no uncertain terms that She would take me over Her knee and spank me as often and for whatever reason She decided. I cried myself to sleep from utter frustration and it wasn’t until I woke up from a nap in my nice air conditioned room after not sleeping for almost two days that I began to come to my senses.
I realized I was in trouble and that I must atone for it. I sincerely apologized to my Mistress who informed me that I would immediately change my behavior and also that I would be punished again, this time with a long spanking over Her knee. Obviously, I was not going to challenge Her again. However, I start to panic later on when it hit me that in the entire year of knowing Her, that She has never told me I was going to get a “long” spanking. Hard, yes. Over Her Knee… She’s figured out that’s an effective way of punishing me, so yes. She’s threatened me with that frequently. She’s threatened me with public spankings and spankings harder than anyone has ever given me and She’s told me that I would not be able to sit down for weeks and that She would tear the flesh from my ass and beat me senseless and bloody – all of which eventually became realities. But never, not one single time in over 365 of knowing Her has She ever, EVER told me I was going to get a “long” spanking.
Why am I making such a big deal of this? It’s not like She said hard, right? Well, hard is always 100% guaranteed as She does not punish in any other fashion. And also, when She punished me last time to the point where I couldn’t sit down comfortably for a month and had missing pieces of flesh from my bottom – She insisted the spanking was NOT long. It was only 20 minutes or so, She said, yet I could have sworn it was hours on unrelenting agony.
So, I am quite afraid to find out what Her definition of long is. I mean, it’s unlikely She’ll have me over Her knee for 3 hours, but who knows. Maybe She’ll get Herself comfortable and watch a movie while periodically beating me. Or maybe not. I don’t know 
I read on formspring once that the longest She could hold out on an OTK hand-spanking is about five minutes – which I imagine is the most anyone can really do in that regard. Perhaps She won’t even use Her hand, which will curtail the humiliation greatly – but probably not the pain. Usually Her OTK spankings are very effective, but very brief. As I said, She could have me reduced to a puddle of my own tears with just Her hand in under three minutes. But the longer Her spankings last, the more implements She rotates and She usually always uses Her hand either to start or end the spanking, sometimes both and even often, in between. The implement switch out can range from belts, paddles and whipping sticks to the handle of Her singletail and even scandals. Now She has the toys from Cane-iac. Only about half of them seem conducive to be used OTK though. Although it’s not like She can’t bend me over or make me lie on the bed and trash me first with the larger implements before taking me over Her knee – which would suck, and obviously add to the “long” factor.
I am really in very low spirits right now and did something yesterday I should have not have done, although I am unwilling to accept responsibility for it because it really couldn’t be helped – despite the fact that it is a punishable offense, one of the most punishable, in fact. However, there were definitely extenuating circumstances and I hope my Mistress has enough compassion to grant me leniency for this instance, and this instance alone. I asked for Mercy, but the most She gave me was: “We will talk about this in person” – which of course means there is a very good chance that Her hand will do the talking and my ass will do the listening.
As always, will keep You posted.
