Ah yes…Christmas time. That joyful time of the year that is spent trying to figure out what your partner really wants. Usually this task is generally an easy one provided you live a normal lifestyle and know your partner fairly well. However, once you have in crossed over to the dark side and your partner knows your deepest, darkest desires (and fears), this task takes on a whole new meaning- especially if you are the submissive. When choosing gifts that will most likely be used on ones self, you tend to choose the not-so scary ones. This past year Sir has become more serious about the lifestyle and decided we were in dire need of some more sadistic new toys and replacement of some old ones. He advised me to make a list for him.
While surfing through the websites I realized I had no idea of what kind of budget there was to work from, so I made it rather small. I prepared my list early in December and presented it to Sir.Ok… so maybe it wasn’t so sadistic – but I really wanted these items. His eyes combed the list carefully and a smile began to emerge. It read as follows:
A Liberator Wedge
Rabbit fur flogger
A Hitachi Magic Wand
My ladybug tattoo
The claiming of Sleeping Beauty book series
Tauntingly he said, “Well, you will be getting at least one of these… I have already ordered our gifts. You are not to open any packages when they arrive. Is that clear Angel?” Curiosity got the better of me and I just had to ask, “You did? Why did you have me make a list then? Which one Sir?” He immediately retorted with “You didn’t answer my question… Is that clear??” “Yes, yes… clear as day. Now which one did you order?” I nagged. He only grinned back at me and said “You will see, Ms Nosey. You wanted to go further…” and seemed to take great pleasure in seeing my increasing frustration. It must be the red hair or the Irish in me, because immediately my dander went up and the cocky little smart ass in me emerged.
Now you would think that when two people have been married as long as we have, that submissive half would know when to shut their mouth. Ha! Not this feisty redhead… I really don’t know why, but at that moment, the scene from Saturday Night Live popped into my head with Dana Carvey doing his bodybuilding bit "Hans" (of Hans & Franz) where they make fun of the “Girlie-Man”… but with a twist. I started laughing hysterically. I couldn’t stop. This annoyed Sir to the point where he insisted I tell him why I was laughing. While trying to catch my breath, I pondered being truthful because I knew what I was thinking would surely piss him off. Then that cocky little smart ass reappeared in me and just blurted it out. Complete with the Scandinavian accent from the skit.
I was a little scared because in the past I had told him I didn’t think he could take me to where I wanted to go in the lifestyle. Back then; I was growing more involved at a much quicker rate than Sir. This bothered him. I was afraid he would think that I was mocking him. Well… Ok… maybe I was – just a little. Knowing that and still giggling, I told him what popped into my head anyway. The only word I replaced was “Girlie”. I teasingly told him “OK…Whatever you say… Vanilla Man” and proceeded to laugh even harder this time doubling over in pain. Almost immediately, I felt my hair being grabbed tightly and my head being pulled back. I tried to stop laughing as his face met mine with eyebrows raised. In a very low tone he menacingly questioned me, “Vanilla Man, huh? Christmas is almost here my dear… I’ll show you Vanilla Man.” I immediately tried to repair things by saying “It was only a joke! I don’t know why that popped into my head… It really was a joke, I swear!!” He released his grip, opened the desk drawer, pulled out a small notebook and started to write in it. Curiosity got the better of me again and I just had to ask “What’s that Sir?” With a serious expression he closed the book, put it away and said “It’s not for your eyes… and if you read it I will know.” The suspense was killing me and he knew it too. “Crap!” I thought, “Is he making a list??” I knew I couldn’t look because every time I did what I was told not to do, he has found out.
I spent the next week avoiding the desk and trying to watch my P’s and Q’s, all while pondering what was on that list. ‘Had I been that bad?’ I tried to read it over his shoulder one evening and the next day he took it to work. (Humph! I knew I should have sneaked a look!) During that same time, Sir deliberately tested me and reminded me of all the things I was not doing correctly by scribbling in his little book at night. He was having great fun teasing me with that thing. Even at the Christmas party for my local sub group, he pointed out little infractions and then would smirk at me with a raised brow and mouth the words “Vanilla Man”. During the gift exchange we were the next to the last ones to choose a gift. This was a “White Elephant” exchange that meant you could steal any gift you wanted from anyone else before choosing from the tree. An absolutely evil grin came to his face when he saw the rubber-hosed flogger and heard one of my sister subs begging her Daddy not to take it. I was getting nervous about then figuring that was the one he wanted. It wasn’t until someone opened a bag with two different crops in it that he nudged me and nodded. He wanted those crops for his arsenal and was going to make me go over and steal them from one of the groups’ long-time matriarchs. “Damn…” I thought with a heavy internal sigh. When it came our time, I was so nervous to stand up in front of all those people and have to “steal” that gift that I thought I would die of embarrassment right there… and I did - Just as I asked for it and the entire group did a chorus of “Awwwwwwwww.” ~Sigh~ I am sure I was red as a beet.
After the party, Sir taunted me with those things all the way home. As we got into the car to head home, he ordered me to pull up my dress and expose my shaven pussy so he could test them during the long drive. Every time we came to a traffic light, he would use one of them. Starting at the knee, he would snap it up my thighs- lightly at first, but with more sting as he neared my pussy. I was so relieved when the lights would turn green, that at one point I even blurted it out “Green light!!” At one light, a tall truck with two young men obviously on a Saturday night cruise seemed to be quite interested in what he was doing and I tried to pull down my dress to cover my nakedness. He quickly snapped my hands, smirked and said “Leave it and open your window.” As I protested, the light changed to green and I watched the truck pull away, feeling momentarily relieved to have escaped the embarrassment. Instantaneously I felt a sharp sting directly on my labia and cried out from the shock of searing pain that overcame me. Tears filled my eyes as I writhed in my seat. His eyes never left the road as he scolded “Do what I tell you next time! Now, pull off the dress.” I wanted to protest that too as it was a freezing night, but thought it best to comply as I had already pissed him off. “Yes Sir” I replied almost whimpering as I pulled it over my head. All the way up the highway he snapped at my body, no longer feeling the need to snap lightly. My involuntary yelps only seemed to fuel this sadistic behavior on further and at one point I was getting antsy and the cocky little smart ass in me emerged again saying “Ok, ok…enough already vanilla man!”
Hearing that changed the entire expression on his face from amused to not very amused at all. He put the crop in his lap and was silent. Sir exited the freeway and we were still a few exits from where we usually get off. It was close to midnight and I was a little apprehensive but thought it best to keep my mouth shut. He pulled the car into an empty mall parking lot that was quite visible from the elevated highway and stopped directly under the lights. “Get out” he stated curtly as he opened his door. “Can I …” he cut me off cold knowing what I would ask and firmly responded, “As you are”. All I could think to myself was “Oh you did it now big mouth… you had to call him that?” My body immediately started to shiver from the cold as I stood outside the car covering my breasts. “Hands on the trunk, legs spread” he instructed quite seriously. I hobbled around the car in my 5-inch heels and complied, hoping that this wouldn’t last long enough for anyone to see me. I could see him reach in the car through the rear window and re-emerged with the crop shaped like a horses head. Just then, we heard a horn beeping from the highway. I cringed wondering how many more there would be before he was done. Sir chuckled and waved the crop over my shuddering nakedness, motioning me to place my hands on the car.
After what seemed like an eternity, he placed his left hand on the back of my neck and pinned me down onto the cold truck. I let out a piercing scream as the frigid metal chilled my chest to the bone and made me instinctively try to stand up. His vice-like grip tightened around my neck as he sternly instructed me “Five swats, count them Angel”. Being so utterly frozen I actually didn’t think about the crop - until I felt the first searing sting permeating fire through my cold cheek. I shrieked it was so painful and my body struggled to stand up again, but remained pinned. It took me a few minutes to calm down and catch my breath enough to finally reply, “One Sir.”
Immediately I heard the click of the camera. As the brisk air cooled the hot spot left by the crop, another harsh blow stung the other cheek. This one made my feet dance in place until I finally whined “Owww - Twooo Sirrrr”. The third strike caught my tender spot on the high end of my cheek. I tried to pull away while howling and dancing, only to be met with the fourth sharp smack and Sir questioning “How many?” Another horn blew from the highway as I screamed “Three and four Sirrrr!” I don’t think I even felt the cold anymore, as I fixated on my now throbbing fiery ass while waiting for the last one. The fifth and final blow was the worst of all of them. It sent pain throughout my body and forced tears to shoot from my eyes. When I finally caught my breath again, I whimpered “Five Sir” through my tears as he released his grip on me. Then I heard the camera click again.
As I rose wearily to stand, Sir offered his arm to steady me and wiped the tears from my face. He was silent and so was I, except for the occasional whimper. His arms wrapped around me as I began to shiver from the cold again and he guided me back to the car. I winced in pain as I sat on my tender buns. As he got into his side, he pulled the blanket from the back seat and covered me with it. Then, just before we left the parking lot, he stopped the car. His hand guided my face to look at him and with a smirk he quietly said “Vanilla Man, huh?”
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