That Tawse is No Tease

For those of you who luckily guessed it was me who purchased that gorgeous split tail tawse... way to go! For the rest of you, don't fret because if you'd told me on Friday that by Monday I would actually want to own one I'd have told you otherwise.

I shied away from leather until recently. Mr. Smith tossed us into a spontaneous scene about a month ago which resulted in my first belt spanking. The sting and the burn introduced me to the wonders of leather, but I wasn't convinced. After this weekend, I'm definitely a leather loving lady.

The Pleasure Chest on Santa Monica Blvd. was a spanko/ers dream... once we discovered the huge room up a short set of stairs I knew Bossman had brought us to the right place. It's an amazing store and the room smelled of new leather, incense and fun. The staff was great. The fact that eight guffawing, joking, rowdy old pervs had descended upon their quiet shop late on a Monday morning didn't seem to faze them one bit. They were gracious and very accommodating. We must have looked like none of us could have run fast enough to cause concern.... we sure could talk fast though!

In the furthest corner, at the back of the store, I found myself shoulder to shoulder with Nick and Adam. Eagerly, we sorted through the items hanging from various pegs and hooks on the wall. We would happily share some of our discoveries and although I would have willingly been a spank-test dummy, neither gentleman tried anything out on my backside. *dang it*

The moment I put my hand on the tawse I knew it was mine. I carefully removed it from its hook, stepped out of Nick and Adam's space and gave myself a little flick against the thigh. It was so yummy, I had to do it again, three more times!! I think I was skipping in my eagerness to show Mr. Smith what I'd found.

Mr. Smith is a new spanker, so he was unfamiliar with the item I'd enthusiastically handed him. His look said "what is it" as he turned it over in his hand and gave it a tentative swing.

"It's a split tail tawse!" I replied as if I couldn't believe he didn't know. Truth be told, I was hoping I was calling it the right thing at the time. It could have been a restaurant menu for all I knew, but what I knew was that I had to, had to, had to have it and I had to feel it on my naked ass, sooner than later.

Later was that night.

Mr. Smith choreographed an amazing evening for the two of us when we were back in our room. I think he employed nearly every new toy we'd purchased during the course of our play session.

Most definitely, the highlight was getting my bottom well spanked with our new tawse. It has the sweetest bite and the most delicious burn. Mr. Smith reported that it was extremely easy to hit his mark and he felt it wasn't necessary to use a great deal of force to have the reaction he was seeking.

I can understand this implement's place as a disciplinary tool. In our case we've determined it is a perfect motivator for quick compliance. I learned that the quicker I'd take Mr. Smith's stiff prick into my mouth after a glorious, glowing swat, the faster I'd get another one! It couldn't have been any better!!