This post was first shared in July 2013, and I thought it was time to update it, especially as last weekend Master T indicated that he is ‘feeling the urge’ to handle some implements again. I am sure that flogging will soon be part of his ‘repertoire’ again.
Flogging… another subject I love to talk about.
The very first time I was flogged I instantly loved it. It hurt, but I wanted more; I wanted it to continue forever. Of course, this was not possible. That first time happened in our bedroom as did many other times, up to the point where the kids (our son was still living with us then) caught on to the sounds coming from our bedroom. Back then it felt like a loss, and I really missed it, but nowadays it’s only the two of us at home in the weekends, so we have plenty of opportunity to start using implements again.
But what is flogging?
Flagellation or flogging is the act of methodically beating or whipping (Latin flagellum, “whip”) the human body. Specialised implements for it include rods, switches, the cat o’ nine tails and the sjambok. Typically, flogging is imposed on an unwilling subject as a punishment; however, it can also be submitted to willingly, or performed on oneself, in religious or sadomasochistic contexts.~ Wikipedia
A question that I immediately have was: what are switches? I reverted to Wikipedia again:
A switch is a flexible rod, typically used for corporal punishment of the birching type, called switching after it, especially when using a single branch: multiple branches are rather called a rod, a less flexible single rod is rather called a cane, an inflexible one a stick; a paddle is broader but hard and flattened.
The cat o’nine tails is a kind of multi-tailed whip and the sjambok is the official heavy leather whip of South Africa. My father owned one, just as many other South African men (I have no idea why and how this even was a thing back then). The sjambok hung behind the kitchen door and believe me, it scared me to death! I would not mind to have a rod or a switch or a cat o’nine tails used on me, but never ever a sjambok.
Back to floggers and flogging
I have not only been flogged by Master T. When we had our first playdate I was flogged by Master R. He used a heavier flogger and I loved it. In a later playdate, he used two shorter floggers and used them on my back and bottom while holding one in each hand. That was quite a sensation!
Back in 2013, we owned three different floggers – one big one and two smaller ones. The bigger one is just a “normal” flogger, with maybe 20-30 leather straps at the end. One of the smaller ones has only two leather straps (note 2020: I believe this is not even called a flogger) and is quite mean when it touches your skin. The energy behind the lash is divided between the two straps, making each of them hurt as much as is intended, and maybe even more. The second small flogger is not made of leather, but of PVC and that is just as mean when it touches the skin as the other small flogger, even though it has more straps touching the skin.
About four or five years ago, Master T bought a heavy flogger made of kangaroo leather. Being flogged with it is amazing, and I have to stand against something, as the impact always pushes me forward. The impact is heavy and thuddy, and at first it doesn’t even hurt that much. It feels like an intense, deep tissue massage, and with the promise in the air, I hope this is one of those implements Master T is planning to handle soon!
Pain and comfort
The flogger doesn’t have the same sting as the cane, but this doesn’t mean that it causes no pain. It depends on where the ends of the flogger touch my body, whether I find it painful or extra painful. My hips are especially sensitive and the soft skin on my tummy. However, I love the warm feeling radiating from my buttocks and I love to see the redness afterward. To me, the thudding sound when the flogger touches my behind is comforting.
Why? I have no idea.
Maybe it’s because of the focus on my behind. There was a time when I thought my buttocks are far too big and have been ashamed of my bottom, but the wonderful comments I received and still get on this blog whenever my bottom features in a picture, had taught me to be proud of my roundness. When either Master T or Master R – those are the only (2020: still) two men who have flogged me up to now – handled the flogger, they were obviously focused on my bottom. Knowing this and knowing they were not appalled by it; that was a comforting feeling. (Over the years Master T has made it clear that he loves my bottom, and I can honestly say that I am not ashamed of my bottom anymore.)
I am looking forward to the day that we will have the house to ourselves and that we can do whatever we want to, whenever we want to. Flogging will then definitely be one of the activities we engage in…
That’s what I wrote seven years ago, and the time has come where we have the house to ourselves. As said in the beginning of this post, Master T is ‘feeling the urge’ to slowly dip back into our D/s. Back in 2013, we still had two children at home all the time, and were very limited in what we could do. Fifteen months ago our son moved out, and for the past year our daughter spent every weekend with her boyfriend, at his place. This gave us a lot more freedom, but because of Master T’s health we couldn’t take advantage of that. With his health so much better, and him ‘feeling the urge’ again, we will finally be able to do the things we have always dreamed of doing at home… and flogging is only one of those things! I’m sure there will be more to follow…
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