I have to admit something. Before I start you have to promise not to say a word. It has to be a secret because this all makes me shy and I would hate for someone else to find out about this.
You know I like a man who makes me feel a bit trembly, someone who can fix me with a glare that means something quite ouchy is coming to my bottom. That is the kind of man I appreciate.
I need to tell you something else but I do expect you to keep it secret, and to remember that I do not like to be spanked. I just like knowing that if I have to be spanked that there is a man who will do the job of making me feel all wide eyed and submissive. I adore to know that the man with his hand on my bottom has the wherewithall to know just what to do with me.
I am starting (remember you promised to keep this a secret) to appreciate being bent over. I wish there were a pretty way to put that but I think there is not. I wish I had loftier aspirations (well, I do have some loftier aspirations, but in this post I am only telling you about this one) but I want this one a lot. Or a lot more than other things. I know I am being a bit wittery but I am excited writing about this. (I really am.)
It started by imagining being bent over a sofa, imagining that a lot, and then writing it in a couple of stories, and then looking at pictures of it that made me sit very quietly and not say much at all. I have used this picture before because it is so beautiful that it makes my breath stop.
And then when I was in Florida, Himself bent me over a table to cane me and … um … other stuff. He did it when I did not expect or want him to, and he did it in a way that made me stop still for ages, and have to hide in his shoulders afterwards. I realised only afterwards, when my blood had stopped pumping like a wild thing and when my cheeks were no longer scarlet, that he had just done something that altered me.
You see, he can make me wait. He can bend me over that table with my knickers down and my dress folded on my back, and then do nothing. I am shy, a bit scared, I have a bit of attitude because it does not hurt yet, but I wait. I am vulnerable and can feel my heart thump against the wood beneath my chest. I am totally supported in this position. My back is supported, my head is supported, so there is nothing to keep me from wondering about what will happen. I am without distraction. I feel my breasts firm against the cool wood and see my pale hands against the dark table and I wait.
He can adjust me, he can position me just so. He can move my feet a little and speak in firm low tones because I think even the birds have stopped singing to see what he will do.
He can see me. I am presented. I prefer not to think about this and not to be aware of his view. He whispered in my ear what he saw one night, long after he had rubbed lotion on my striped bottom. He whispered it in the dark. We were entangled and I held my breath as he spoke. In the daylight I think back on those words and feel caught in them. I know what he can see, and he can see everything because that is how he has set me out.
I can hold on when it hurts. I can see my hands splayed out before me even now. I push against the wood and arch my back just as after the contact with my cheeks, after the sound has subsided and the sensation develops, that is when I arch my back and breathe out through my mouth in exclamations of pain. I point my toes, lifting one foot off the ground and then the other. I wriggle and strain against his hand on my back. I will do anything to save myself, but he is as immovable as the table. Being able to struggle so, and be so unable to move or affect what is happening is liberating. I don’t know why. It reminds me of something I have never known.
I can’t see him and he can see everything. I cannot understand if this makes me or him invisable. I do not understand what it means other than I feel so shy that I try to melt into the wood. |It does not work.
He rests his hand on my back – a pure message. I can feel his strength through my back, but his physical strength is not what keeps me still. It is his presence I feel exuding from him. That touch tells me everything I need to know about him and about myself.
It reminds me of being the schoolgirl I never was.
Even those words, those two words, “bend over,” make my eyes pop open wide. I have hushed myself with this post. I cannot say those words out loud, only type them quickly.
I can’t say more. I think I have been terribly indiscreet, but I trust you won’t say a word. I have only whispered it anyway so it does not count.
Just reading this makes me shy *blush*. I keep peeking over my shoulders to make sure no-one will notice what I´m reading here.
The photo of a girl bent over the sofa is absolutely beautiful. It shows enough but not too much. It´s classy, artistic and made with good taste, I think
Hugs,
Maria
Hi, Maria!
That is one of my favourite pictures. I adore it. I do not think anyone will know what you are reading here. If anyone asks we will just say we were talking about sewing.
Poppy
xx
Wow, Poppy.
You’ve articulated those precious, soft moments of the unveil so well, so prettily and properly. In fact, I rather think you might enjoy the actual spanking that comes after the bending. But do not worry, I cannot tell (even if I wanted to) as your post has left me breathless.
And the pictures…
Beautiful.
Poppy, it may be in only a whisper, but it is so articulate.
I believe Himself will be so proud that you could even write this.
Sometimes exposing our deepest dreams can be both embarrassing and extremely difficult.
The photo’s are great, but your words are better.
My memory is so short that I have already forgotten what you wrote,
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Poppy, I would love to be the man that canes your bare bottom. I would love to pull your knickers down, to bare that voluptous bottom of yours, I would, and if you were wearing suspender-belt and stockings to make the spanking scene more erotic, I would love, love it, love it.
Very, very splendid, young lady.
Deliciously sexy.
Thank you so much, Barely Pink. I really do not enjpy the actual spanking, I just like the reason behind it. I like all the parts around the edge. But the actual spanking hurts. Now I want to write another post to talk about that.
Paul, thank you so much and thank you for your (lack of) memory. Your comments are so touching and thoughtfully written.
SOTB, I think you rather enjoyed that and I am glad I gave you something nice to think about. I would be nervous if you were my Top though, you are far too fond of caning.
Dev, thank you and thank you for being my editor. I would be a messy girl without you.
Lorraine, fabulous that you found it so. I am grinning at you.
If one is short (I am only 5′ 2 1/2″)and is bent over a pool table,I would recommend a cushion for the stomach. Otherwise you get VERY interesting bruises. Just saying. Poppy you capture the feelings of the preliminaries quite well. Unlike you there are certain spankings that I LOVE to get,the discipline ones not so much,and of course the AFTERS are always wonderful.
I have reached the lofty heights of 5′ 3 1/2 and that extra inch makes all the difference.
I think a pool table would be hard because it has that big lip around the edge which I think would be most uncomfortable.
I love the afters too. Why can’t we just go straight to the afters?
If you weren’t so naughty that might happen more often.
I am terribly, terribly misunderstood.
poppy you have a great blog are you the young lady who i chat to on British spanking .com ,i am botspanks there ? ,love and spanks .,tim xx
i meant whom .
Thanks, Tim. I am not a member of British Spanking but I hope the other Poppy is super lovely.
Poppy, I am just catching up after my busy, busy time, and this absolutely stopped me still. I am so glad you are writing a book. I would read every single word. Twice.
This is one of the best photo spreads I’ve seen. You have a great eye for photos, and the words to go with them.
Now, could you do: “Bare your bottom” for us???
Hi Rich!
I am a sucker for a compliment and so I would love to do the post you suggested. I will get on it now.
The naughty woman bending over with a watch on her wrist, looks like Katie Couric. Yes, this newscasting beauty is one woman I would love to spank. Yes, up would go her dress, down would come her bloomers, and while she is just weaing garter-belt and stockings, I would apply ‘six of the best’, or more with the cane on her voluptous bare bottom. Yes I can dream.
This post is amazingly erotic to me. Having a woman bend over something, particularly the back of a sofa or desk for her spanking is one of my main hot buttons. I’m book-marking this one!
Best Regards,
Quai
Quai, I love that you wrote this.
Thank you
xxx