“Wake up. NOW, bitch.” He was shaking her foot. she was startled as she opened her eyes and tried to focus. And right at that moment, He dragged her out of the bed by her ankles. she tried to brace her head; then realized it probably looked like she was struggling. Not good. Once she was completely on the floor she just went limp and closed her eyes. she felt the carpet scratching her. her skin burning, itching, and stinging. And then, the coldness of a tile floor. The bathroom. He let go of her. “Get up.” she opened her her eyes but averted his gaze as she reached out for something to pull herself up. “Hurry up!” Finally she was standing, eyes cast down, and hands behind her back. Cold, naked, and confused. He turned on the shower and shoved her in. The cold water was bracing. she whimpered in agony. His hand was squeezing the back of her neck to keep her in place. she was trying to process everything. What time is it? Have I done something wrong? Why is this happening??? “I know your wheels are turning. STOP.” As He released His grip, she braced herself and prepared for impact.
THWACK! After the shock of the first strike there was the sting and the heat. Then came the chills and goosebumps. The RUSH. “You know what this is now, right? Now, COUNT.” she raised her arms and placed her palms on the wall, braced herself and said, “Yes Sir.” she tried to steady herself, prepare for it. Why is He not doing anyth- “THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!” Tears are flowing now. Legs are weak. Everything going black.
One…Two…Three…Simple. this girl knows how to do it. It’s as natural as breathing. she can count money, minutes, cookies, and everything. But when He says, “Count” her heart starts to flutter. The blood starts coursing through O/our bodies at such a rapid pace that both of U/us can feel it.
this girl’s entire body is trembling now. she hears a loud clank outside the shower. Not sure what it was. she is wrapped in a towel as He stood quietly in front of her. she averted His gaze but desperately wanted to see the look on His face as she wondered if she made Him proud. But she knew better than to try. “Still inside yourself, I see” He says. she suddenly felt cold all over except for her face and loins; they were warm. “Focus. Use the towel.” she dried herself off as quickly and thoroughly as possible, then waited.
NOW, imagine THIS…there you are, standing, bent over, breathlessly waiting, trying to focus on the sounds in the room. A whir. A hum. A buzz. The pounding of your heart begins to drown it all out. And then you hear it. “Count.” You take a deep breath. “THWACK!” The sensation; a sting! Heat and pain radiates from the point of impact throughout your body! Tingling! And now your mouth waters; tears fill your eyes. And you remember…Count! The hands providing the stings and thuds pause to enjoy the splendor of this moment. They have brought the strong, capable person beneath them to the point of surrender and release. The immense pride. The satisfaction. Then…They go back on mission and tell you, “Count.” THWACK! Time to let it all go. THWACK! The crazy day Y/you had. THWACK! The thoughts W/we have but dare not speak of. THWACK! The feelings of not being good enough. THWACK! Caring about what others think. THWACK! Worrying, wondering, waiting. THWACK! Thinking about how grateful Y/you are to be in this moment with T/them. Let. It. All. Go. THWACK!
Counting strikes during Impact can create a entirely different set of reactions from both the giver and receiver. It serves a few purposes for U/us, actually. It keeps this girl focused on the moment. Gives her a sense of accomplishment about what she is enduring. For Him, it lets Him know that she is present and connected to Him during the experience. He can also observe her voice for signs of distress and also know if she is drifting into subspace. For U/us, it can be yet another intimate act during an intense moment. Bottom Line…W/we feel ALL of it.
~His Duchess
