29 January 2011 - after a lovely day out in the countryside, where we were also able to take some great photos (some of which are posted on my Fetlife account), my thoughts turned to other things. The great outdoors had fired up my mojo. In the morning I had told P to buy a wooden hairbrush. She calmly told me that she already had one which used to belong to her mum. I smiled broadly as I could only think of the wonderful ways I could corrupt it. So on our return, after we ate and refuelled ourselves, I took P upstairs. But first I asked if she had ice. Puzzled she said yes. I told her to take some upstairs with her. I ordered her to change into something suitable and she chose a lovely black bra and panty set with a bob tail. I inspected her as I always did to ensure she was shaved and nude. Then I ordered her across my lap as I sat on her bed.
First I needed to punish her for her late journal. It was 18 minutes late. I had the hairbrush ready. I was looking forward to this. I told her what would happen, 18 spanks. The sound of wood on skin is something totally different. And the effect on her bum was immediate. She jumped and panted on my lap as I gave out her sharp spanking. Her skin turned bright red as the hairbrush took its toll. I could imagine the sting and pain it gave as I alternated across each bum cheek. When the punishment had ended, P thanked me as she always did. Then I turned the brush over and dragged the bristles across the sore skin. P jumped again and inhaled deeply. The bristles were soft and fine, but I knew that the contact on her sore skin would be incredible. I carried on spanking her, alternating with bristle dragging. I opened her thighs and spanked lightly inside and over her sweet spot, that crease where the bottom ends and the upper thighs begin. The redness increased with the skin's tenderness. I teased and tested my Hussy to her limits. I asked her if she liked it. "Yes." She breathed. I asked her if she was excited. "Yes." She replied. I asked her if it made her wet. "Yes." I felt between her thighs and could feel her wetness. Poor Hussy. She was struggling with the pleasure/pain sensations. Do you want more? I asked. There was a pause, hesitation. I repeated my question. "Yes.'" She replied. I smiled. I continued with the hairbrush spanking, ensuring her whole bum glowed with heat. Dragging the bristles made her gasp and writhe on my lap. In between I took ice cubes and rubbed them over her skin. Her reaction was instant. She bucked and moaned as the cold hit her hot skin. Then I would spank her wet, sore skin which only made the spanks sound different. They became more intense for her. I saw that she rubbed her face into the pillow and I knew I had spanked her to tears. Something that always gave me a buzz.
I decided she had taken enough of the hairbrush. I ordered her to stand. I had already attached wrist and ankle restraints to each of the four corners of her bed. I told her to lay a large towel on the bed and lay face up. I fixed her wrists and ankles so she was spreadeagled for me. Then I blindfolded her. This was the moment I had planned for. Something new. P had no idea what I was going to do which only added to my adrenalin rush. I took out my candle pack and lit the first one. I lifted it about 2 feet above her body and waited for the wax to melt. Then it started to drip. The molten wax dropped onto her body one splash at a time. P gasped audibly and writhed in her bonds unable to move. I started at her tummy and worked my way up to her breasts judging which areas were more sensitive than others. I watched the wax cool and harden. As it did so, P's skin tightened and puckered and the edges around the wax turned pink. I blew out the candle and took an ice cube. I rubbed it lightly over the waxed skin and P felt an entirely different set of sensations. Fire and Ice. I let the ice melt over her body. P groaned and panted breathless in her bonds.
I lit the candle again and dripped some more wax onto her body. I aimed for her heaving breasts, layering the wax over her nipples so they turned opaque. For P it was sensation and emotion overload. Her nipples became rigid from the hardening wax. Again I applied ice to her sensitised skin and smiled as she writhed and moaned on the bed. Occasionally she shivered as the ice affected her so I would cover her with a spare towel between times to keep her warm. I uncovered her to start again, dripping the wax down her tummy which caused her to yelp softly. It was very much a learning curve for both of us. I dripped some on her bare pussy which made her yelp louder so I stopped. I placed the ice on her tummy, popping it into her belly button before sliding it down her pussy. I let it rest and melt on her clit hood. It was delicious to watch as drops of cold water disappeared down her pussy. P squirmed and mewed on the bed. I fell in love with this exquisite game of intimate torture which patterned P's body like cracked opaque glass.
I gauged when to end the session. I untied P's wrists and ankles before removing her blindfold. She adjusted to the soft lighting around her. Then she looked down at her body and laughed softly. It was an encouraging response to the session. Her breasts were smothered, nipples encased so much they were stiff peaks of wax, her tummy was splattered and tiny rivers of wax had been created that ran down to her pussy. Her eyes sparkled at the sight. Together we began to scrape the wax off her body. Soon there was a sizeable pile of it on the towel. We scooped it up and disposed of it. Then I held P softly in my arms, cuddling and cradling her. It has been quite an experience for both of us. I asked if she was ok and she assured me she was. I knew she had been slightly overwhelmed and wanted to reassure her as well as myself. I felt her relax. I knew it would have been an odd session for her as there was a distinct lack of physical contact with me. But that didn't stop it being a dynamic session and one that stretched P to her limits.
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