Some days ago Ludwig and I had a lovely little scene that held a novelty – me (partially) miscounting. Ludwig had placed me in front of a large mirror, my hands touching the cold surface and my bottom stuck out. He told me to watch carefully. As you probably know by now, I love mirrors and I love to have the opportunity to watch a scene while it is happening. Ludwig whacked me with our leather paddle, an implement that we already used in our very first play and that I am very fond of.
I haven't been spanked much recently, though, because of all the stress that is currently ruling Ludwig's and my life. Thus the paddle stung a lot and caused the one or other "Ouch!". Ludwig insisted that the paddling had to be a proper one, though, despite of the fact that it was supposed to be a "nice" paddling. But he was kind enough to start out a bit more gently. Then, after stroke number 29, Ludwig stopped for a short break to inform me that the last six strokes would be really proper ones.
Now, those of you who know me a bit might be aware that I need my cosmos of numbers to be in order. And so, the break after stroke number 29 tripped me up. When the next blow hit me, I automatically resumed my counting routine without taking a break to think about the next number. At the moment I began to speak my brain fired a warning signal: "This is only stroke number 30, not 31!" So, I would most probably have been fine, had I counted in English. But since the "one" in 31 comes first in German (we say "one-and-thirty"), I already heard myself saying it before I could act on the warning signal. The final word that I blurted out was a mixture of 30 and 31.
Ludwig of course recognized my mistake and threatened me to start over. He was kind enough to repeat only one stroke, though. Which in a way was a nice thing – it increased the final tally to 36 which is a much rounder number than the originally planned 35. I have to admit that I am thankful to Ludwig for not having started over, though, because my bottom was already very red and stung well enough from the 36 strokes and I even had a little bruise. So, we stopped the paddling and focussed on different forms of joy.
The scene very much reminded me of another first. Because that one also happened in front of the very same mirror during another highly erotic scene. It took place back in 2009 and the implement wasn't a paddle but a plastic hairbrush. I love those. We hadn't had a chance to play for a while and I was longing for a spanking. So, Ludwig made me strip and placed me in front of the mirror. He told me to stand on tiptoes and to stick my bottom out. Then he used the hairbrush forcefully on my bare behind while I was watching the scene in the mirror.
Suddenly there was a cracking sound and something flew through the air. It was a piece of the hairbrush that had broken off. Ludwig tried to use the intact part again, but another piece soon followed. It was very hot and the scene is one of the most erotic scenes Ludwig and I ever had. Normally, I am not a fan of destruction, but in that scene the fact that Ludwig broke the hairbrush on my bottom only added to the eroticism!
I haven't destroyed another implement with my bottom since, but I still have very fond memories of that special scene. I have broken one implement actively, the cane from Mood Pictures which Ludwig and I used for our severe scene. It didn't break on anyone's bottom, though. Half of the tip broke off during a training session with a pillow.
How about you? Do you find the breaking of implements sad or does it give you a special thrill? What was the first implement which you ever broke while spanking someone or while being spanked? Have you made any special experiences or watched any special scenes with broken implements? Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comment section!