Implement Stories: Tigger

Here's the latest installment in our continuing series on spankos and their implements. Tonight, Tigger shares her first experience on the receiving end of a fierce rubber strap.

My Little Black Devil - by Tigger

When I first discovered the rather innocuous-looking strip of black rubber lying around the garage several months ago, I was pleasantly surprised. “Hmmm... this could be a fun little toy,” I thought. I added it to our rather vast collection of toys and basically forgot it. My man pulled it out a few times, but never dared actually test its effects.

I found it in our toy bag the other night when we went to play vigorously for the first time in several months, and I couldn’t resist laying it alongside the other toys I’d selected. At the time, neither of us knew what the thing was, just that it looked like fun. My man thought I was crazy when I selected it for play, and asked countless times throughout the evening if I wanted to reconsider. But I persistently declined. I was deep in sub mode and, as such, had turned off my voice of reason.

My hubby assured me that he would save that strap for the very end (pun intended), in case I changed my mind. But when he asked me for the final time, I didn’t hesitate to pick the strap up and lay it in his massive hands. By then I was already thoroughly punished, having been lashed, paddled, and spanked with a multitude of implements as well as his hands. Still, I wanted more and the allure of that little strap was unrelenting... I just HAD to know how it would feel.

Taking a deep breath, I willingly bent to accept the first of the two strikes he promised. The first would be of medium weight (he was actually afraid of what this little black devil would do to me), but the second would be a hard stroke. So I waited, poised and primed. The first blow bit deep into my cheeks and the instant burn that followed carried me instantly into the farther realms of sub-space. Hmmm... I emitted a long, slow, easy breath and moaned a bit, anticipating the next stroke.

He reminded me that this one would be HARD, but I wasn’t concerned. Quite the opposite in fact. He rewarded my anticipation with a blow worthy of the record books. Oh, the sensation! I am still at a loss for an accurate description several days after the fact. That burn is unlike anything I’ve ever felt from any paddle, strap, belt, cane, brush or other implement. It was ecstasy, pure and simple. The little black devil is the epitome of the perfect merger of pleasure and pain. Wow!!!

I felt the sub-space blast for 12 hours and I was still feeling the ache and burn in my cheeks last night. But that didn’t stop me from begging for more from that evil little strap. After a hard spanking, strapping and paddling last night, I bent over the sink for four more hard strokes from my new favorite toy! (Yes, my man let me pick the number of strokes, sweet guy that he is). Shhh... Don’t tell him that I wish that I’d picked a higher number.

Anyway, after we played last night, my man discovered the wording on the sides of the strap:

INSPECT STRAP BEFORE EACH USE DISCARD IF CUT, CRACKED OR ABRADED MAX. SAFE STRETCH = 46 INCHES

As we laughed out loud together at the hilarious but appropriate words, he suddenly realized what he was holding in his hands. It is the broken fan belt from my now inoperable car. Oh, God... That realization sent us into a whole new fit of laughter. Oh, well, no matter what it once was, I LOVE my little black devil!

(The picture, by the way is made up of pics of my little black devil contorted into various positions, just for your viewing pleasure).

Thank you, Tigger, for that fun story!

If anyone else has implement pictures and/or stories, I invite you to share them with our MBS community. Just send me an e-mail and I'll handle the rest.

Keywords: spanking, spanking implements, spanking story, strap spanking