Monday, November 23, 2009

Being Flogged

Flogging ~~ while this can evoke images of shipboard or slave punishment, the ubiquitous cat o' nine tails, strips of flesh removed from the back... I've been more interested in the erotic possibilities.

So, awhile ago, I went on line and purchased a basic leather flogger, not real expensive but not a cheap imitation either. And it's a beautiful blue...

But I couldn't get DH to use it on me, even though I set it out, more than once. I think now that it was because he didn't really know what it was or how to properly use it.

Well.... he knows how now Roll 


I touched on this in my previous post, how DH thought the only reason to go to a club was to play (cheat) with other people. But we talked, I showed him information about the club, brought up that there was this workshop on flogging coming up... And he told me to go ahead and RSVP for it.  So, before either of us could chicken out, I sent in the RSVP.


And even though nervous butterflies started flitting around on Friday and DH complained about being tired on Saturday, off we went. Now, my nerves were more because I'm an extreme introvert who finds any unfamiliar social situation to be incredibly difficult, not because I was afraid we were heading into a horrible situation. DH's discomfort was because he was uncertain of what we were potentially getting into.


We arrived too late for the tour (someone thought it would take only a half hour to get there, while I thought an hour+ ~~ guess who was right). So too late for the tour, we just had a few minutes to get some water, glance in the various rooms, then head in for the workshop.


The presenters were a Master and slave who have been in the lifestyle for many years, and he in particular has been doing flogging workshops for years.  They immediately put everyone at ease with their humor and casualness ~~ even DH (who initially had continued to comment on how uncomfortable he was). Although DH had to put a spin on it as he noted to me that the presenter bore a physical and vocal resemblance to my father... A little weird, but I was able to get past it...


After about a half an hour spent talking about flogging in general and passing out about 3 dozen different floggers for everyone to check out, we paired up and prepared to practice the first technique. I don't know what it is actually called, but I'll call it the Archer. The flogger stands as though they are aiming a bow and arrow, pulling the lashes taut and then releasing. 

I started by just removing my shirt and bra ~~ it was mentioned that the flogger hitting the bra could cause bruising and I didn't want that. I hadn't know that undressing would be a possibility and I made extra sure DH was okay with it before I removed any clothing. It was interesting to look around and see all the variations. Some people did not remove any clothing, most men if they were going to be flogged removed only their shirts, some women removed shirts but left bras on, others stripped top only, while others left panties on, and some undressed completely. You need to understand that I am very uncomfortable with my body, being overweight and out of shape; I don't like to see myself in a mirror, in pictures or in video. But it felt perfectly naturally there, not only to strip down, but to stand there with almost no clothes on and chat with the people, male and female, who were near us.


Anyway, back to the flogging itself. DH really took to this, practicing a lot on my back. And this was a chance for me to be vocal and guiding as I let him know if his aim was too high, too low, too much to the center, too far to the edge, etc. The stance and the way you hold your elbow is critical to getting the aim just right. One of the presenters came round to  help each pairing with their technique. 


After making sure everybody got a chance with a presenter, it was back to the main room to learn another technique. This one calls for the flogger to face the floggee straight on, flip the flogger over their back, point the elbow towards the floggee, and swing the flogger over and down onto the floggee. 


Back to our spot, where this time not only were shirt and bra off, but pants were removed as well (I did, for some reason, balk at removing my panties, even though DH suggested it). And DH flogged me some more, back and bottom, but mostly back.


There is a marked difference in the feel of the two techniques. The first is very sting-y, as it is mainly the tips of the lashes that are connecting with the skin, while the second is much more of a deep thud because it is more the length of the lashes that impact. I like the 2nd better ~~ that deep thud sinks in and becomes a spreading warmth that moves out beyond the impact area. Ooooohhhh, it felt so good. I was really sinking into it, enjoying it so much ~~ the young gentleman next to me asked if I was okay, as I just stood there taking blow after blow. Done just right, wow... What an incredible sensation.


I have to add that DH did let me try it on him ~~ once *wicked grin*. He yelped and that was the end of that. But that's okay as I can't ever see myself topping him.


Unfortunately, there wasn't time to learn any other techniques, but we're happy with what we did learn. We talked about it continuously through the rest of the evening ~~ the drive home, while eating out, before and after the movie, later in bed...  My back stayed warm and tingly for hours after.


The next day, my back did get stiff and sore, but marking was minimal ~~ mostly these odd little round spots here and there.


DH ultimately had such a good time, not just with the flogging but also seeing all the undressed women and watching the different couples interact, and seeing all the equipment there, that we are probably going to get a membership. I don't know how often we'd go ~~ maybe just once a month as it is a pretty good drive to get there ~~ but it's a great chance to observe and learn new things to try, in the club or at home (mostly at home, I think).

9 comments:

patricia said...

Wow, it does sound as though you had a lovely time! You are making me wish doubly hard that we had been able to make it - but MB had to work that night *frowns*

But he hopes to make the next newcomers social in December.

thepinkpoppet said...

It sounds as if you are now a convert and that you both really enjoyed yourselves after the initial uncertainty. I am very happy for you both and am sure that this is just the beginning of a new adventure in your lives that will being you closer together.

Robin said...

Hi Patricia ~~ Yes, we did, and it looks like more to come, at home and the club. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like we'll make the one in Dec as DH returns from a trip that evening, too late for the social. :( I will let you know the next one we do manage to attend, though.

*hugs*
Robin

Robin said...

Hi Poppet ~~ Well, DH was the one who really needed to be converted... I was already on my way :). Based on activities since then, other than a few difficult days (post coming up), it is already adding to our enjoyment of each other. I just keep hoping that we'll keep it up.

*hugs*
Robin

sixofthebest said...

I have always wished to be a public flogger. Tie a naughty woman to a whipping post, raise her dress waist high, take down her bloomers, and flog her bare bottom with a pliable birchrod or stinging cane. I can always dream that person was you.

john said...

Great you took the plunge. No sell of handmade floggers at the end?

Robin said...

Hi sixofthebest ~~
Thank you for visiting and commenting.
I'm flattered that you would consider fantasizing about me.

Robin

Robin said...

Hi john ~~
I am so glad we did. Although there were some bumps, we have worked things out, are doing really well, and are trying to plan our next visit to the club.

I wish they had had some to sell, or at least contact information for the crafters/manufacturers whose products they recommended. There were some really beautiful ones there.

Robin

sixofthebest said...

Yes Robin, bellieve me its pure pleasure to fantazise about flogging you. I imagine you as a beautiful sophisticated lady, dressed in a silk evening gown, escorting you to a whipping post, whereupon I tie you to that post, raise the gown, take down your panties, and while you are just wearing garter-belt and stockings underneath, birch or cane your bare bottom.