The Next To Last Stroke

A few hours after my arrival in SD...

Last weekend I traveled to South Dakota to visit Malignus. I arrived on Friday around 9pm at the tiny airport in Sioux City, Iowa. As soon as I landed, I checked my phone for a weather update. Whew! It was only in the teens!

On the flight there, I sat next to an 18 year old marine. He shook his head at me when I ordered a drink, telling me he didn't believe I was old enough to purchase alcohol and questioning me about my age. He'd just finished with basic training and was returning home before being deployed. He made me smile and feel pretty. :)

Once on the ground, I called Malignus to let him know I'd arrived. Within a few minutes, he was standing in front of me looking particularly deprived of elleehugs. I pounced him, and we headed out the only exit to the entire airport. He carried my bag to his car, and we were on our way!

I always savor the drive from the airport. It's so full of hope and potential and excitement. There's really nothing like it. It's my favorite part of every trip, even though the best is yet to come. Perhaps it's because the best is yet to come, and that's one of the greatest feelings ever.

On the drive home, we caught up, and he listened to me babble incessantly about this and that and all things ellee. We picked up a pizza, plenty of heart shaped chocolate, and enough supplies to last us through breakfast the next morning. Once back in his apartment, I began to unpack my things when suddenly my ears perked up to the sound of running water. It continued for a few minutes and then stopped.

Soon he appeared and told me to take off my shoes and socks. "We're going on a romantic barefoot walk through the snow covered parking lot," he explained. "Just to the dumpster and back," he assured me. "You can hold my hand." I pleaded with him to wait until I'd warmed up, but he was firm, and eventually I bared my feet and followed him outside. He told me I could run ahead, but I much preferred holding his hand and clung to him the entire time. The ground was cold, and it stung. I tried walking on my heels, then my toes, then my heels again, yet still it hurt. My only comfort was in his smile, and the twisted notion that this would be fun to blog about. :P

Once back inside, he led me to the bathtub, where I soaked my feet and warmed up again, content in my own good-girlishness. I dried off and made my way into the bedroom where he was waiting for me. It had been a couple of hours since I'd landed, you see, and it was time for spanking (hooray!).

I happily went over his lap and felt my yoga pants and panties lowered down to my knees. He produced a REALLY serious looking paddle that I'll detail in a later post and proceeded to warm me up quite vigorously. Despite my best efforts, I flailed and squirmed and wiggled until he pinned my right arm to my lower back and reassuringly squeezed my hand in his own. I finally accepted my situation and stopped fighting, only to find myself facing yet another challenge.

During my last visit with Malignus in October, we'd broken THREE canes! To replace them, I'd gotten him a rattan cane and a delrin cane for Christmas. In all honesty, the delrin cane was purchased because I have no sense of self preservation around this man, and the rattan cane was meant to provide me with some measure of relief. After all, he couldn't *only* use the delrin, right? Right?!

Behold The Broken Rattan Cane!

He positioned me over the side of the bed and began with the delrin. "Six strokes," he proclaimed, and I squeaked through each and every one of them. Panting with relief, I looked up at him for some sign that it was over and I could collect my cuddles. Instead he picked up the rattan cane and declared that it too needed to see some use. I would receive another six, and I braced myself as the first cut landed. I focused on my breathing and tried to keep my kicking and rolling around to a minimum. Finally, the 5th stroke landed, and I sucked in a lungful of air. It escaped with a trill, and I sang my ouches for a few moments before noticing the stillness in the room. I turned around and caught a look of displeasure in his eye just before he nodded toward the cane, which had split in half and splintered at the end.  AHA! Ellee wins! Cane loses!

...leaving only the delrin cane, to continue being super bendy and ouchie and unbreakable. Harumph.

After taking pictures (as shown above) of my bottom and the demolished cane, we cozied up with pizza and a movie and then snuggled and talked into the wee hours of the morning.

We spent the next day being domestic and making a big yummy breakfast. We watched the cutest movie ever (It's called Up! Watch it! It's adorable!) and then headed out to meet ironxrose to do some shopping for Malignus. Despite not allowing me to wear a coat into the store, he let me wear his jacket back to the car and took an extra set of keys so he could leave the engine running and return me to a warm, toasty vehicle. So. Much. Love.

Once home again, I started dinner while he queued up Avatar. I've seen the movie before, but I managed to sleep through about 75% of it the first time, so Malignus began to lecture me about paying better attention to movies that had done as well as Avatar in the box office. Instead of being agreeable, I was quick to point out that Justin Bieber had also done pretty well in the box office. I was promptly escorted to the bedroom for a good solid six of the cane, which left me rubbing my bottom and wondering where I'd left my good sense. Apparently I'd left it back on the east coast, because in no more than a few minutes, I'd repeated my mistake.

I unsuccessfully tried to talk my way back out of the mess I'd made while he reproduced the dreadful delrin cane and pointed to the bed. I put myself in position and waited for my sentence. "Twelve," he declared, since I hadn't learned the first time.

Caned again!

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't exactly argue with that, so I did my best to suffer through the strokes with some measure of dignity. I'm not sure how well I held out, but I was nearly frantic by the time the 11th made contact with my sit spot. As if to celebrate the next to last stroke, a sudden gush of water flowed from the wall and was followed by a plume of steam that filled the room. He paused, looked at me, and took in the situation for a moment before bringing the cane down hard on the center of my bottom to round out an even 12. I squealed into the mattress for a moment before recovering myself and declaring a quick "thankyouSir!" so I could join in the investigation.

We soon discovered that a pipe had broken in the bedroom, flooding the carpet and requiring the services of a plumber well into the night. We scrambled to hide the implements, and I eased a pair of soft pajama pants over the welts that decorated my skin. I watched Avatar in his arms while the plumber sloshed around and fixed the broken parts. All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed the movie, but I do think there's a lesson to be learned!

First a broken cane, then a broken pipe, and both on the next to last stroke! If you ask me, I'd say it's probably less expensive to stick with the nice leather implements and leave those destructive canes under the bed! ;)