“Get up,” I said to the beaten girl.
Alias stayed in position, still struggling to come to terms with her thrashing.
“Get up,” again. And again. And again, before finally she rose unsteadily to her feet.
Olivia commented on it later in the bar. “You had to tell her to get up four times before she did. I don’t think I’d respect my boyfriend if he let me off if I didn’t get up the first time he told me.”
And that, you see, is the essence for me of being a good (I hope) top. Having played with Alias the night before, I think I sensed what worked for her at that moment: that she needed time to recover; that whipping her again wouldn’t have worked or been seen as fair; and that the steady and non-negotiable insistence that she should (eventually) comply was the best way into her mind.
But, as I whispered to a delightfully-blushing Olivia, there are other occasions where the treatment might need to be different. One could envisage a situation where a girl wasn’t allowed to get up after refusing the first post-whipping instruction. “If you want to stay over the bed, then that’s fine by me,” her gentleman would say – moving behind her, pinning her firmly down and punishing her in a different, forceful way until she begged his forgiveness.
(Hypothetical, of course, given our arrangements with our respective partners. But still fun to watch her reaction!)
Oh, yes, I remember Olivia’s remark. And yes, agree, you read me well, it wouldn’t have been fair to beat me more. I wanted to get up but couldn’t. My body refused to move. I think it was because Olivia was there and had a clear view of me half naked. I wasn’t embarrassed while getting spanked but afterwards. That was a great day!
Also reading this post, what you whispered to Olivia, made me remember a nice video clip I came across some time ago. Can’t find it now, damn!