Last week, Sam announced that Saturday was to be a "Ladies' Choice." Now that term technically refers to when it is the lady's turn to choose a dance partner to twirl her around the floor. Which also makes me think of the name they used to give certain awkward dances in middle school or high school where a girl was supposed to ask a guy to be her date at a dance. Think it was also called a "Sadie Hawkins" Dance, which for those readers not from the US, was originated from a comic strip called "Li'l Abner" way back in 1937.
Oh, dear god, I do remember asking Sam to one of those dances sometime when we were 15. My, that was a very long time ago. To be clear, he had already asked me out by that time. We are soon planning to attend a high school reunion, and I would really like to trace our steps back to where we went on those first dates and dances. I am also determined to go necking in the forest district area where we made it to 3rd base in the back of a Buick during those hot nights. But, I digress.
Several days prior to his announcement about a Ladies' Choice, Sam surprised me with a new toy. He loves to give me presents, and I think he pretty much knows that leather makes me happy. If he is using the razor strap or a belt or a flogger, I can drift off to sub space and never want to come back. Just about a week ago my guy came home with an odd shaped package and smiled as he put it in my hands.
I smiled, too, and as soon as my fingers explored the soft wrapping, I knew what it was. Long, thin handle and a small, soft flexible end. I ripped open the end of the bag and out slid the most beautiful black leather crop I have ever seen. To me, the smell of leather is as stimulating as its snap across my backside. The whole package. The look, the smell, the sound, and the feel.
After a hug, I handed it back to Sam. We just had to give it a try. It was everything I hoped, and there was one happy Ella rubbing her bottom. It leaves a very pretty pink mark, too. Distinctive. Much nicer than a paddle.
So back to our "Ladies' Choice" morning. Sam asked what was my pleasure instead of keeping all the decisions to himself.
"Anything leather," I said hopefully.
My goodness, he laid out his weaponry at the foot of the bed, and I began to tingle down there in my nether parts before he even got started. He took his time, and I enjoyed every leathery minute. "Tan your hide," was an especially meaningful threat. "Oh, yes, please," I thought. The flogger doesn't quite have enough sting, but it is perfection on one's nipples. The razor strap has always been my favorite. There is a sting that burns on low and builds slowly to a warm fire on your bottom. It's not like I never say "Ow" but I say it with a smile.
As far as his belt goes, there is that lovely moment when you hear a swish as he pulls the belt off through the loops of his jeans. I think I hold my breath when that happens. There have only been one or two times he has used his belt when we are actually having a "discussion." It is mostly saved for play and mighty fine loving. That morning, he used it well, without a hint of wrapping around my hip. Takes practice, and Sam is accomplished. I was already on my way to heaven.
Of course, he saved the new crop for last. There is just something so freaking sexy about it, I think. Like a cane, it has a swoosh sound as it cuts through the air. However, it is more flexible than a cane, and I believe that is why the snap is so distinctive. When it makes its connection on the bottom, there is a sharp, stinging sensation, very localized and more intense than a hand or a paddle. Maybe it's just me, but there was definitely more of a feeling of total submission than ever before. Totally one of the loveliest spankings I can remember. A short bit later, as I was free falling and my eyes were rolling back into my head, I couldn't help but thinking, "tally-ho!"