His Hands

As promised, I'm posting today about my changed view regarding Ace's hands and a funny little conversation we had about it. This actually happened awhile ago, but after last night my view has definitely changed! His hands used to be a relief for me--they were my implement of choice. But sometime over the last two weeks, He had His hands replaced with steel! Yikes! Dont get me wrong, I still love His hands, no matter how hard He can use them. There is something comforting about being spanked with His hands--even when its harder than other implements, it inevitably calms me. Ace knows this. When He is using other implements, He always seems to know exactly when I need Him to stop and "take a break" using His hands. This used to be a great relief for me, as His hands were very soft and much gentler than anything else. As I said, that has changed but His hands still have that same effect on me. Its different and yet the same.

We were having a playful discussion one night a few weeks ago. We were laying in bed talking and teasing back and forth a bit, when He (rather suddenly) flipped me over and began to smack my bottom extremely hard with His hands. After just a few I rolled onto my side for a quick rub and gave Him an appraising glance.

"Good grief, when did you learn to hit so hard with your hands???" I asked. He just grinned and shrugged as He reached for me again.

"Wait.......hold on a second......" I said "Why do I get the feeling...... you're starting to like this" (the last part came out more as a statement than a question).

His grin TRIPLED in size!

"Oy, I've created a monster!" I laughed as He pulled me to Him and started again.  Mary Shelley, eat your heart out!!