Posted by red on February 1st, 2005 in Kink, Spanking

A month ago, in an attempt to make some holiday memories involving snow, the Kid and I gallivanted off a few hours out of town, to a private log cabin nestled in snow dusted trees. The place was quaint – the outside air bitterly cold. Even with my hat, scarf and gloves, the cold bit into my flesh, prying it from my bones. Needless to say, we mostly holed up for the weekend.

The best feature in the cabin was the giant log ladder leading up to small loft. When I saw it in the middle of the main space, my stomach flip slopped – the kinkster in me was really digging the looks of that giant ladder. It took us all weekend to get to the ladder – but we did, right before checkout.

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I kept shifting my weight back and forth, trying to relieve that feeling of weird pressure from the soles of my feet where they wrapped around the thick wooden ladder rung. These rungs were the diameter of my arm – it wasn’t a big deal to climb the ladder barefoot or anything, but they were proving to be an annoyance when standing bound to said ladder.

The Kid came and stood on the other side of the ladder, and reaching through the rungs to stroke my hair. He smiled at me, and when I mumbled about my feet he calmly told me that I would just have to find some way to deal with it – maybe pulling up on the rung just above my extended hands…His eyes were betraying him – they were so obviously amused and aroused behind that cool and analytical façade.

Stroking my face and kissing my cheek, he went around to my exposed back and promptly put a chain with a clip around my neck (not too tight by any means) and started lightly pulling back on it. The effect was like a slow diffusion of a heavy scented gas – it slowly seeped over me, gracefully enveloping my mind. Cotton brained and hyper-aware, all at once. As I sighed list-fully, I slipped into that place where it feels like the world has been turned down a little bit, and my eyes feel like they’re suddenly set in invisible gelatin. My body betrayed my composure, lurching widly as his belt slapped across my ass in tauntingly light strikes. Such drama.

I breathed heavily as I realized he was now wielding the DIY riding crop. Made from a piece of belt on a stick with a freely pivoting hook on the end, the crop affords a totally unique set of sensations. It hurts when it strikes me – it’s sharp and welty and slappy and thuddy in different parts of that piece of belt, all at the same time. But then, after striking, when it is resting on my skin or is being dragged slowly away, it caresses me in this amazing way that makes my back muscles twitch and my skin crawl and wrinkle.

He switches to his hand – in some ways it’s too soon; in others, not soon enough. Laying a few ear ringers on my now warm bum as my face thuds into the ladder, my dilemma about where to rest my body weight seems no longer significant. The uncomfortable feeling on the soles of my feet is almost comforting now – steady and warm in contrast to the sudden sharp slaps my bum is receiving.

I’m gone; my head is clouded. I slip further and further into an almost drugged state as he tugs intermittently on that neck chain. Now he strikes harder, faster, right on the rosy red apples of my cheeks. I feel a head rush of white noise as my eyes squeeze out the beginning of an unstoppable trickle of tears. And then he hits me – hard – on that special spot. My spastic body suddenly jars itself free of the leg bonds (breaking links in the el chepo chain) as my hands clutch their ladder rung. My mouth opens uncontrollably and out pours the statement: “Aw Fuck! You god-damned bastard!”

He laughs at me and repeats it, over an over. His hand strokes my back lightly as his other one starts to feel like it’s literally melding with my ass, strokes no longer distinct, even with his gradual slowing.

“A bastard am I?” He asks, more of a statement than a question. He unties me, tugging slightly on the chain around my neck as he wipes my face and strokes my hair. His tugging pulls me off the ladder as he gathers me up and leads me to the bedroom…