The nurse and the zen spanking

Marcus is currently not feeling so well, so any serious spankings are put on hold for the moment. Instead, I am busy taking care of the poor sick boy -- a great time to fantasize about being strict mom or nurse. I did get an unusual request from my "patient" yesterday though. When his head was aching and I asked if he needed a massage, he instead asked for some light spankings...

Before you say that it was mean of me to oblige, it really wasn't a hard spanking, I can say that. I don't know what to call them really, but they've been called "zen spanking" elsewhere: light-to-medium hard taps on regular intervals, made to make you relax and be very aware at the same time. They're not so hard to make one cringe, but not so light that you are not aware of them. Rather, all your thoughts concentrate on ... well, nothing at all. They just float there somewhere, on a point between the ceiling and your rosy butt cheeks. It is a spanko's state of no-mind, and I can assure you that it is very relaxing.

So, that is what Marcus requested, and I couldn't resist turning it into a small game, with me as the therapist, releasing Marcus of his negative energies. I sat on the bed beside him, just spanking decisively and talking gently. When I asked him, he actually said it took some pain away from his head -- probably my zen spankings gave him some other sort of pain to think about. After a 10- to 15- minute session, he was sufficiently relaxed and sufficiently tired, and slept like a baby. Then I sneaked this picture (I think the butt looked rosier than it looks in the picture though!)


I sound like a spanking testimonial here, but this is actually one of the wonders of a spanking relationship: it has so many dimensions, all loving, but with different degrees of intensity, seriousness, playfulness, even different purposes! Everyone would benefit in this stressed world if you could enter 15-minute spanking parlors during your lunch break, don't you think? Almost all domestic violence will disappear, too. We all need that endorphin rush from time to time, or that feeling of being punished, forgiven and caressed -- all of which the world of spanking can give. But before I start marketing consensual spanking as a cure-all, I'll stop here.

Just wish Marcus a get-well-soon, everyone, and send your zen spankings over for his speedy recovery!

P.S. Some religious weirdo has posted an incredibly long comment on many spanking blogs (including mine), about god's wrath and sexual deviancy blah blah blah. Well, not that I read the whole "document" of his, but ... where did this weirdo come from? Anyway, he's bonkers and antisocial enough not to know that comments can be deleted, and will be if the blog owner sees fit. And by the way, that person deserves a serious spanking with a "holy" paddle (which is what I call a paddle with holes) just because I saw his comment first thing in the morning. Ugh! D.S.

Day after birching...

...A continuation of the story from the previous post, from Marcus' point of view.

After Carolyn's birching (from her last post), my bottom was ablaze and I was totally spent and exhausted. Despite not being able to cry I still felt small, vulnerable and most of all, punished. I really needed a big hug and some comforting words.

You would understand if your butt also looked something like this instantly after:

The sharp stingy sensation quickly faded after a couple of minutes, although the nice afterglow -- constant lingering pain that is -- lasted on my butt for several hours. It was actually quite nice. That is, untill I took my shower. Oooouch! The water stung, bad! Carolyn said she could hear my ouches from downstairs!

Also, previous birchings never left any marks besides some small spots where the birch tips had hit so I expected nothing more this thime either. I was pleasantly surprised though when I woke up next morning, when Carolyn pointed out that my whole backside was blue! Or rather, it looks purplish to me.

Pics of the butt following morning:


(Carolyn: awww, ain't that cute?)

I know it dosn't look like much, but I'm very proud and happy over the slight blueness showing, especially since it comes from the birch. Although I suspect that most of the blueness actually is caused by the "warmup" with the belt?

By the way, about use of the safeword, I didn't know we were going to use the safeword during this session, but when Carolyn mentioned it (she probably pitied me a bit after all!) I quickly took the chance since I was in so much pain that I would have done anything to make it stop. Maybe next time we should really agree that the safeword dosn't count... and yes that means that I'm almost ready for my next spanking. Not quite, but almost.