Diary of a Kinky Librarian

It had been a while since I had a good, hard beating. Since I’m premenstrual my pain tolerance should be up, or so MasterDoc figured. I think it wasn’t too bad, but I do think he used some evil implements on my ass last night.

I was blindfolded, so I couldn’t see what he was using. Sometimes I knew by how it felt - I knew the evil paddle because of the way it strikes my ass with its wide, flat, hard surface. Other things I wasn’t quite so sure about. A while back I bought a new impact toy - a leather slapper (essentially two wide strips of leather attached at one end) but woe be me when I discovered upon getting it home that the long “handle” part was a mini-whip. I’m not sure when exactly he used the whip, and when the slapper, but I’ll bet it was the whip when I cried out, “I can’t take that, Sir!” as he slapped my inner thighs. I’ve talked before about wanting to cry during a scene and once or twice I’ve felt a little teary, but last night some actual tears were shed. They were absorbed by the blindfold as he held me and stroked me, telling me it was all right. It took a few moments for me to go from teary and stressed to calm and comforted. After the comforting I was glad to have cried a little during a scene, but I still await the time I break down sobbing. The release of such a thing must be amazing. Then to be held afterward by the person who made you cry, it’s very intimate, isn’t it? He inflicts the pain and he takes it away. Now there’s power.

He spanked me a little more after I had calmed down, then lay down beside me. He had me suck his cock to get it hard so he could fuck me. I stayed blindfolded the entire time, focusing on the sensations - first striking, slapping, then his hard cock sliding in and out of me.  We fucked missionary style and I got on the edge of coming and begged for release. “Not yet,” he said. I ached to be able to come. He decided that I could get fucked, or I could come - so if I ask to come I had better be done getting fucked. I stayed on the edge for quite a while. We switched from me on my back to me on my knees by the end of the bed, so he could stand. I relished the sensations, debating which I wanted more - more fucking or to come. He’d slap my ass - hard - now and then. Eventually I gave in and begged to come. He made me wait a few seconds but then gave me permission. The auto-eject did its thing and pushed his cock out. He continued with his fingers, making me scream and moan. He fingers me hard and fast, the way I like it. He uses his knowlege of female anatomy to hit just the right spot. I heard him say something, but didn’t hear what, and that was truly unfortunate as he had told me to play with myself and keep myself coming. My loss. We cuddled for a while, til I got drowsy and decided to go to sleep.