He Who Must Be Obeyed and I had dinner with Abel and Haron last week, which included an impeccable pork stroganoff cooked by Abel in a slow cooker, very good port and even better cheese.
Ahem, yes, where was I?
During dinner we were chatting about our event plans for the year. HWMBO and I are having a reformatory in February at which Abel & Haron are joining us and HWMBO, like most evil doms, wanted to pick a fellow evil doms brain for evil ideas about what they could do to the poor inmates. They talked for a while, whilst Haron and I listened, ate cheese and alternately felt hot and/or trembled with horror.
One of the interesting things that came up was Abel producing a giant wooden old-fashioned egg-timer which he explained took 15 minutes for the sand to go through. He was actually proposing that it was a way of making a naughty girl wait and think about her forthcoming punishment but I was struck with a nasty idea (which I sensibly kept private). What if someone was to spank you for the entire time that it took the sand to trickle through?
Obviously, there were practical considerations – I’m not sure I could spank someone solidly for fifteen minute without hurting my hand and as the dom, it’s meant to be the sub’s bottom that hurts, not your hand! But then, I was trying to imagine what it would be like, to be informed that the spanking would continue for fifteen minutes – and to wonder how long it would be before you started to wriggle and struggle in your attempts to escape the spanking hand.
I had a vivid picture of starting to sniff at roughly the seven minute mark – which would mean that not only was my bottom bright red and smarting, but I had just as much time to go again and who knew how I would feel at the end of it. Because with a fifteen-minute spanking, there would be no respite. The dom would not let you off if he thought you’d had enough and had learnt your lesson. Oh no. He was simply following the timer. There was nothing he could do. It was out of his hands. You shouldn’t have been such a naughty girl, should you?
Incidentally, during the discussion it was agreed that Abel would make the birches for the reformatory but that Jessica, as someone who knows the Buckinghamshire countryside fairly well, could go as well, to navigate whilst Abel picked the twigs. How the hell did that happen? I can imagine it’s going to be nastily painful – no wonder dear Haron was sniggering!
It’s ok Rose – I’m sure the egg timer can meet the same end as the alarm clock if needs be
Jessica, you, or should I say HWMBO, does have a good and active imagination, one question, is the fifteen minutes of spanking restricted to hand only, if not there is no real problem, at least not for the Dom. WEG
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Yow! 15 minutes!? I’ve been spanked-by-egg-timer, with an ebony hairbrush, for 5 minutes, and I can report that I almost died. (well, not really. but in my head I did.)
With hand only, if the top could dish it out, I’m sure you could take it! He’d just have to pace himself!
Are you sure you should have mentioned timed spankings and birches in the same post?!
Jess, well done keeping that thought private.
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cxxx
Haha, good luck on the birch hunt, Jessica! What you should have said, in the reponse to that request, was “I’m washing my hair that day. Whichever day it might be.”
Yeah, I had a three-minute tawsing once, before I knew better. One of the most painful experiences ever.
I have a set of three sand times like these. They come in 5, 10 and 15 minute versions. The 15 minute one is called a ‘Sermon Timer’. Most apt for when a girl has to stand in the corner after her ’sermon’ from her master. I have used it for timing spanking my wife and I have used them a couple of times in my films on Sound Punishment.
Having a girl stand with her hands on her head, her well-spanked red bottom bare for all to see and her eyes fixed on the timer is a salutatory lesson …. especially when, just as the sand runs out and she relaxes, you turn it over because she had moved during the previous cycle.
I am not pleased to report that tonight, I had 15 minutes of spanking. It really blooody hurt
[...] Jessica wrote a post recently about the idea of using an hour-glass timer to measure out 15 minutes of solid spanking. It made me think of the poor old tea-timer languishing in the pantry. (Image at right is it exactly.) This clever device has sands for three minutes (light), four minutes (medium) and five minutes (strong)–tea, of course! But, occupational hazard, it was instantly perverted. I seem to recall it was used more in imagination and intent than in actuality, but M often told me he wanted TL to cane Marky using the tea timer. We like the descriptors printed on the frame: weak, medium, strong. For boys like Marky, it would really have to be strong every time, wouldn’t it? [...]