New Position

It's funny how in just months life can change so swiftly. Things that used to make my heart race with anticipation have just become part of our normal routine. We are more playful and our love-making more meaningful. Getting spanked outdoors is now just something we do. Wrestling around in fun, ending with me pinned to the ground is now part of our daily interactions. In short, I guess what I am saying is the glitter of the new lifestyle has finally worn off. On the other side of this tarnished coin, the vanilla aspects of our love have taken on new, unexpected thrills. But truly, after starting a spanking lifestyle, can a couple ever really go back to vanilla acts? Do these interactions ever return to the mundane? No, and I am pleasantly happy to discover as much this last weekend.

It was cold this weekend in Shangri-La County. Nighttime temps dropped into the twenties. Snug and warm as the trailer is, there is no avoiding the cold when going out to pee. The moon was out and a bright blue luminescence filled the woods. It made me think about Arctic winters and the funky shadows created by moonlight. The light made everything appear blue, like the all the branches and the occasional remaining leaf were all tinged by divinity. She, the moon, kept waking me up. I opened the window shades to let in the night light. When I went out to pee in the early morning hours, she was on the other side of the sky, still high above the horizon, maintaining her dominant light in the cold of desolate October.

I knew this blue moonlight would have an effect on Krishna's mood. The warmth of a roaring campfire was not enough, so the cocktails and beers flowed to supplement with internal warmth. Which also means no extended playtime, cuz of course, one of us falls asleep too early. And that one is usually me. I fell asleep all cozy under the blankets in record time.

When I awoke, Krishna had me in his arms, swatting me playfully on my ass. I was lying on my side, facing him, drifting in and out of sleep. But then the slaps got harder and I was fully awoken to his hand on my throat. When the moan escaped from my lips, he knew he had me. And for some reason, I was a little frightened. I wasn't expecting this and therefore, was not prepared with my brave stance of endurance. But he wasn't feeling especially brutal, just incredibly aroused. The pain went no further than hard barehanded spanks on my ass, a few pinches and bites on my nipples, and the periodic squeeze around my throat. The spanks surprised me, because from the position we were in, facing each other, legs curled up with my knees pressed against his belly, his spanking hand would push me closer to him. My gasps would flow right into his waiting mouth. In other words, our interactions moved our bodies closer and closer together.

I was, more or less, curled up in a ball against his body. His Divine cock started pressing between my legs, eventually finding his sweet warm hole. My legs all curled up like that with my thighs pressed together made the penetration a bit more difficult. But, my lord, when he was in, I went soaring up to the moon. This simple, perhaps vanilla, act of copulation had me feeling so controlled. He was in charge of every movement my body made. He would spank to thrust me up into a better position, then grab my throat to hold me down so that he could pound away into his hole. The blue of the moonlight pouring down on us made the moment surreal. Like a spotlight from the heavens, it seemed our act of love was displayed for all the deities to admire and revel in.

The next morning I kept trying to pinpoint what was different. And I settled on the look in his eye that I saw when he awoke my body with the hard spanking of his hand. I was his entertainment. I could see it in his eyes that he was relishing the thought of having complete control of my body. Not unlike when he takes his guitar in his hand and starts to strum, or when he drives the jeep with such precision over a rocky obstacle. He has this same look in his eye when be sings along to the sound of his guitar, or when he gleefully pulls the jeep out a flooded part of the road.

I was always his. But, now the difference is that he is claiming me as his. Everyday I see him grow more comfortable with his role in our marriage. And everyday I see more and more of his admirable traits as a man come into play. As a result, my devotion soars.

I pulled out one of my tantra books to find a name for this new position. The closest I could find is the Congress of the Consort of Indra. Jeez louise, what a name. Sounds like what you would do with the legislature. As it turns out, Indra was a god credited with leading the deities who formed the heavens and weather, and a king above all kings. He was said to have very light skin, and apparently liked banging women in this position. Hmmm, sounds like my Krishna. Perhaps Indra was looking down at us in that blue moon spotlight. Indra was cursed for sleeping with another's wife. He was cursed with a thousand vaginas appearing on his body in a grotesque manner. Yikes! This sentence was later reduced to a thousand eyes rather than vaginas.

For those feeling constrained by vanilla sex, or for those sad over the minor dips in energy that weaken a spanking - grasp onto hope! This life is much better than one cursed by a thousand vaginas [and here, I am assuming that those vaginas could not be used for pleasure]!