“Again, understandable.” Since he seemed tofind my touch comforting, I walked around behind him and wrapped him in myarms. Using my hands to guide his arms, I lifted one and set it on the top ofthe bench.
He stiffened, but his body relaxed as hestroked over the leather. “It’s soft.”
“One of the club members makes most of thefurniture. He does a good job. It’s incredibly sturdy, but everything is reallycomfortable.” He’d made a hand-carved St. Andrew’s cross that was beautiful,but for practical use, there were other things I liked better.
Landon let out a short chuckle. “Comfortfor getting spanked. That seems like it should be an oxymoron.”
I had to laugh, hugging him tight. “No,it’s not. The pain of a spanking or anything like that isn’t the primary focus.Yes, for some people it’s mainly about the sensation of getting spanked. Butfor others, it’s focused on feeling submissive and owned and giving yourself tosomeone. It can be cathartic or arousing, but it’s different for everyone. Thepain is just part of getting to those other emotions.”
Landon’s nod had me asking anotherquestion. “Did you ever play with something like this in the past?”
He shook his head. “Light spanks duringsex, mostly. She liked being tied up and things like that but was nervous abouttaking pain beyond light and playful. I liked pleasing her more than pushingher, so I never thought about taking it any further.”
It was an interesting way to see dominatingher, but I wasn’t sure what it said about what he needed.
“When the submissive feels safe and cancompletely relax, the experience will feel even better.” I started absentlystroking over his chest, trying to help him relax. “And if it’s a spanking as apunishment, you want the submissive to feel that same level of safety sothey’re free to let everything else go except the experience of being overtheir Dom’s lap or on something like the spanking bench.”
“I don’t know how I feel about punishmentspankings, but I don’t think I’d want one of those over the bench.” Landon’sunprompted words made me smile, and I gave him another hug as he continued.“But maybe just to try it when it’s…playful…like a scene or something?”
He peeked over his shoulder to see my reactionand visibly relaxed when I nodded. “I’d enjoy that. And like you saw with thefloggers, there are different ways to experience pain and a variety of levelsof pain. There are a lot of different things to explore.”
I got another nod, and he looked thoughtfulas he looked back at the bench, running his fingers over the leather and wood.“And if I don’t like it, we talk about it or I use my safeword. The stoplightcolors are what I chose.”
“Yes, me as well, and if you safewordeverything stops and we discuss what you were feeling. The same goes for me aswell—if I safeword everything stops and we talk about it too.” That had himlooking over his shoulder again, studying me. I waited for his question, but hetalked it out instead.
“Because…because BDSM can be very emotionalfor both people involved, or something that sounded good in theory might not besomething the Dom is enjoying.” When I nodded, he continued. “New situations orjust how it’s feeling. Safewords are for everyone.”
“Absolutely.” I smiled. “But it soundedlike you were quoting something you read.”
He chuckled, giving me a casual shrug.“Yeah, basically.”
“But you understand the concept and realizethat stopping a scene is not a problem or something to worry about, right?” Ihad to make sure we were on the same page with that right off the bat.
Landon nodded, reaching up to stroke thearm that was holding him. “Yeah, Laura went over that probably a dozen times,and not always in very ladylike language, so I get it.”
“Did you ask how she knew so much aboutit?” I laughed when he shook his head and groaned.
“No, that’s my sister. Talking about my sexlife is weird enough. I’m pretending it’s all theoretical knowledge from booksand we’ll leave it at that.”
His that’s-so-gross expression made himlook even younger, and I had to smile at how cute he was.
“Deal, it all came from books.” My responsehad him sighing dramatically and nodding. It was a more teasing, animated look thanI’d seen from him so far. It made me wonder what he was like with his family.
As he looked back at the bench, I pushedagain. “Do you want to see how it feels?”
His head whipped around, making me laugh.“Not be spanked…not yet, anyway.”
I pointed to a small armoire. “All thegoodies are going to stay tucked away for now.”
That had him studying the cabinet, but henodded. “Maybe.”
Interesting.
Testing the waters to see what I thought,maybe?
“Put your knees there and lean over thispart.” The order seemed to make it easier to give in to his curiosity becausehe quickly obeyed. “Elbows here. That’s right.”
After a few seconds of shifting, he relaxedinto position and I stepped back. “Beautiful.”
