How to Take a Nap

first
enjoy being greeted by him
you're wearing a silky lilac skirt
a black v-neck t-shirt
and the sparkly necklace
you hoped wasn't too much
(it wasn't- he liked it)
he's in an old shirt and dusty pants
sweaty from working outside
his look suits him
yours suits you

enjoy talking with him
it's been a while 
a lot to catch up on
you like his living room
earthy and modern
similar style to your own
you're not as nervous
as you used to be
he's become a true friend
but still
you wonder
when will it begin 
this time

enjoy
suddenly
being asked if you're ready
feel yourself sparkle
as you shyly nod 'yes'

walk toward the couch
lower yourself across his lap
in the direction he patiently indicates
soon his heavy hand
is exploring the soft skin 
of your bare bottom
it's sensual heaven
but stay alert
you know him well
he's predictably
unpredicatable

a sudden sharp slap
a heartfelt "ow!"
your memory alone
is never strong enough
to remember how strong this man is

a few more stunning slaps
some lovely rubbing
unpredicatable smacks
some average
some fierce
and then a fireworks finale
fast
spectacular
loud

before this visit
you'd mentioned a dreaded implement (why? had he asked?)
one you experienced once
and truly did not like
the birch rod
a primitive bundle of sticks
with many raised knots
three whacks delivered from your boyfriend in Sweden
years before
gave you instant bright red welts
it seemed like there were dozens of them
mildly traumatized
once back in the US
you swore that implement was out of your life

you can't buy birch rods
you'd told this current partner
a lie by conjecture
the Swedish boyfriend 
had made his
that's how it's done you inform him
birch rods have to be made from trees in sweden...

wrong he says
i just bought one

later
he emails you
do you consent to six strikes with the birch rod during our next time together
yes you type back
adding
half jokingly
because I'm insane
omitting: because of some combination of trust lust and cosmic dust
i'd do anything for you

he gets up
removes the bundle
from the water
he's had it soaking in

it looks more polished than the swedish one
smoother
fewer knots
but it's effect
is up to him
blood-lettingly fierce
or just very painful

he quietly guides you into position
you like following his commands
they are never spoken harshly
never barked with fake dominance
he's the real thing

he asks if you're ready
yes
ready as you'll ever be
a whooshing sound
multiple firey stings at once
it hurt 
but you can survive this
you like surving
it's the antithesis of boring

you bravely take another
oh god, okay, okay
but then the third
feels like murder hornets
as does the fourth
now echoed in your cries of true distress
your difficulty remaining in position
but you don't say red
he'll stop if you say red
you'll feel weak if you say red
you refuse to say red

he stops anyway
gently helps you up
circles his arms around you from behind
holding you in his harbor
where you are safe
maybe even cherished

once you are calm
he releases you
you're beyond calm
you're floating
seeing visions of kaleidoscopic flowers
elevating him to a deity
by whom you must be held that way again

oh, moments like these!
such moments are a sanctuary for your soul
such moments are submission rocket fuel

you ask for more
yes, from the evil rod
you want to put your head down
get back into position
you must do this!
you care about him deeply
wanting him to thrive
to be in his zone
while you are in yours
you anticipate his soft 'good girl' afterwards
his wrapping his strong arms around you again
oh yes
you will do anything for that

"I'll take 20 more"

you don't question or judge what you've said
you're offering all you have to give

with mock impatience
and a soft smile
he gestures to the couch
leaning over the back
you spread your hands apart on the cushions below
next you spread your legs
and then softly bow your head down
a gesture of acceptance
of reverence

your offer 
is well past your tolerance
absurdly hard core
a potential living hell
but that hadn't even occurred to you
kaleidoscopic flower woman

but there is no danger
he tells you it will be just four more

the four strikes stun
each making you inhale sharply
but somehow they're easier
less force?
endorphins?
both?

when you stand up
he encircles you from behind again
holding you
in no hurry to let go

the fact that he didn't exploit you
when he so easily could have
like others in your past have
takes you to the land of Prince lyrics
oceans of violets in bloom
in heaven
in the arms of a deity

your rational self
knows he's not a deity
he's a fallable mortal
with obvious shortcomings
and he probably farts a lot 
when you're not around
but your rational self
is on a well deserved vacation
you don't need her right now

the bliss continues
as he directs you back over his knees
this time for nurturing aftercare
cooling lotion
applied with that heavy strong hand
the hand that slapped your ass
frightningly hard 
the hand that brought the rod down
causing murder hornet stings

that hand now glides in soft sensual strokes
as you lie across his lap
how you love being there
your magical place 

soft music plays
exotic drum rhythms 
eventually his strokes decrease
everything that needs to be done
has been done
he's sleepy
fulfilled
completely contented

his breathing slows
as he dozes off
the hands you love
slowly slipping off your back

you remain over his lap
panties below your knees
welted bottom in the air
and let your eyes close

just like him
you are sleepy
fulfilled
and completely contented
as you slip away
from one dream
into another