#23) Just Semantics? – some sexual content

It started as a typical Sunday morning. I woke up, saw my lover emerging from slumber just as slowly as I was, so I rolled over and whispered in his ear, “Spoon me…” Then I rolled back and stuck my bum out toward him. I was expecting to feel his length move into position against my backside’s length, his semi-hard cock align up my butt crack. I anticipated lying like this with my lover for luxurious moments, then feel him pull the covers down followed by my thong. (He’s done this with his teeth frequently, which I find wildly exciting.) He’d playfully spank me with his hand, rub the warmth, feel for my arousal by reaching around to finger my pussy, and we’d share a fuzzy cozy languid fuck.
Instead, Jim jumps out of bed with more energy than I thought possible and disappears from our bedroom. He did not go into the adjoining master bathroom to pee. I was left puzzled and alone and bereft. I wanted to call out, “Was it something I said?” My feelings were slightly hurt, but I masked it by closing my eyes and attempted to drift back to sleep.
I couldn’t, and my eyes sprang open when I heard him return to the bedroom. He moved so quickly, I couldn’t see what he had in his hand, but he was brandishing something. It took a moment for his body to warm up again under the covers, but I welcomed him spooning me, as I had asked.
It became immediately evident that we weren’t going back to sleep, weren’t going to take the fuzzy cozy languid route this morning. He started speaking animatedly.
“Think about it… If you say, ’Spank me,’ I know that you want your bottom warmed. If you whisper, ‘Cane me,’ I know that you’re topping-from-the-bottom and you need your butt whipped. But if you plead, ‘Spoon me,’ I’m supposed to realize that you want to cuddle. And I might want to paddle you, instead…” Jim rolls over on top of me, pushing me face down on the mattress and throwing the covers and sheet back.
“Hey!” I got out of my mouth before the first whack landed on my left cheek with the wooden spoon he wielded. “OW!” I whimpered when the second swat landed. I tried unsuccessfully to struggle free, as more whacks peppered my bottom. I’ve hated wooden implements since my mother first gave me one swat with an identical spoon when I was a misbehaving four year old. The sting from this particular implement is so sharp! It leaves me feeling like painful splinters have been left behind in my behind after each spank.
“You take such pride in being precise with your word choices in your writing, but you aren’t always clear when speaking to me,” he stated. He gave each cheek a really hard wallop. Tears sprang to my eyes. It occurred to me that it’d been a long time since I’d had a good, old-fashioned, cleansing cry inspired by that good, old-fashioned spanking I so often got from my man. I needed it even though I dreaded it. I fueled the fire.
“I do not!” I proclaimed loudly and tried again to get free from the position I was in. As expected, this inflamed Jim’s passions.
“I’m sorry you’re so headstrong that you don’t see this fault,” and he gave my butt a volley of cracks with that damned spoon. “I’m disappointed that my submissive is so self-righteous,” and I got another stinging set. “I’m going to paddle you until you do see it… until you apologize… and only then will your proper spanking begin…”
Jim stopped lecturing. He pulled the thong underwear down, even though it provided no protection whatsoever. He wore me out with that hated implement. And I stuck my ass out and took it. And had a really satisfying cry, until all the starch and vinegar were taken out of me.
“Okay… okay,” I blubbered. “I was wrong, I was haughty, I’m sorry! Please stop with that spoon! I can’t take it anymore…” I dissolved in a flood of tears and remorse. He put the spoon on the bed in front of my nose. I felt one of his hands caress my flaming cheeks, while the other stroked my hair for a moment, then wormed underneath me and stroked the jism-coated muff above my engorged pussy. I opened to him.
“Now for your spanking…” The hand that was cupping my bottom and calming me disappeared. I stuck my butt out for it. His spank landed dead-center across my ass crack, way down low, near where butt meets thigh, right where spanks hurt the most.
I whimpered, but recovered to enunciate, “One, thank you, sir! I was a bad girl, please spank me for it…”
Jim gave me twenty two hard spanks, all the while fingering my sopping wet pussy expertly. Then, instead of diddling, I felt his knowledgeable fingers part my labial lips, felt his erection brush against my clit, find my opening, felt him penetrate and fill me.
“Fuck me, darling…!” I encouraged with a breath that came out as a sigh. As he thrust into me to the hilt, I felt his pubes and flat stomach slap against my sore tush. “Yes! Fuck me,” I gasped.
He did. Jim hammered me hard, nailing me to the cum-soaked bed. I thought I’d lose my mind from climaxing. The last one was a geyser of a squirting orgasm that emptied me of all energy, of any ability to think. Jim then reciprocated by filling me with his cum. I felt complete, spanked very hard and fucked even harder.
My lover leaned up on one elbow and smiled down at me, partially quoting aloud one of my favorite wordsmiths.
“since feeling is first,
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while spring is in the world
my blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom”
My lover knew best, I didn’t need fuzzy cozy languid. I needed sharp-edged pain and bitter tears and release and fulfillment and a little e e cummings. He gave it all to me in perfect doses. I didn’t trust my brain to formulate the words, or my mouth to articulate them. So with my eyes I told him that I love him forever and always.

4 responses to “#23) Just Semantics? – some sexual content”

  1. I understand cummings’ point, but do not agree with it at all. In fact it is self-contradictory from the outset. Do I think some lack the ability to be wholly in the moment? Sure. Does overanalyzing equate to this as an inevitability? Absolutely not. In fact, for me, without the cerebral, there is already an omission of the “the whole” because we are not just feeling beings, but thinking ones as well. If one wishes to be wholly involved, how can the downplaying of the cerebral contribute to that? The mind needs to be fully engaged along with the body, and emotions for anything to be 100% humanly immersive.

    With me, the cerebral aspect is even more important than the physical since I am a kinky person and my desires are rooted in my mind more than a hormone surge in my groin. Perhaps if intercourse was my primary goal and source of satisfaction, thinking would be superfluous? After all even the most primitive of creatures have sex. But to eroticize the non-sexual takes imagination and thought.

    (As an aside, I linked your blog on mine even though I did not hear back from you on that offer.)

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    • Thanks for this comment, Mr. Pierre!
      I have spoken to a NUMBER of learned, intelligent, and conscientious people over the years who have raised your same objections to this poem. Anyone (like both of us) who loves language will have questions. I won’t take a stand because I simply love how he expresses himself.
      I’m sorry to have dropped the ball! I am not technologically adept enough to link a site to mine, and have overwhelmingly busy professionally. I WILL try, but cannot promise that it’ll be soon! Thank you for linking mine, however, very much!
      Warmly,
      Jean Marie

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      • It’s nice to know I’m not alone on this poetic objection, because I usually am. LOL As for the link? No worries. I linked you mainly for convenience rather than reciprocation….though reciprocation is nice when possible. I see you have no blog list at all, so it would be silly for me to feel omitted. I think I’d only be sad if you were linking blogs and didn’t want to link mine. LOL

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  2. Dear Mr. Pierre,
    I love your blog, Collected Submissions, as I do SO MANY out there at present! (Like my own personal journey, this gives me hope that more & more spankos are coming out from the shadows!) I promise I’ll look into creating a blog roll when I get the chance!

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