Session Training Story – Part 1

He booked the BDSM session then decided to check his gear. He had a great collection of belts, straps, tawse and even a stingy 22 lash leather whip. It was all kept out of the way, hidden in the shed. While his wife Melanie knew of his BDSM sessions, she was of the sort ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’

As he was cleaning his gear he wondered how it felt. That was silly really, he’d been strapped by all his implements so many times that nothing would be a mystery. Heavy corporal was his thing.

The thing was, it had been a year since his last session. So putting out his left hand long and flat, he gave himself a stroke with his Lochgelly tawse and WOW that stung. He collected himself, then gave himself another. That too challenged him to the max as did stroke number three.

That was his limit he decided. It was just plain excruciating, the XH tawse earning its extra heavy rating easily.

‘That’s going to be an issue’ he said to himself. Mistress was going to use his gear and the way his hand felt after just three strokes meant it would be super hard to take.

Pulling up all his courage he put his other hand out then gave himself three on that one.

‘Damn’ he said quietly. His hands were red and stung like crazy after just three medium power strokes each.

As he cleaned his gear he wondered how the session would go, how would he be able to take the corporal mistress gave him. He had a full week left before the session and he knew he would be worring about it all that time.

Then he had an idea. ‘I should go into training’ he said quietly to himself. Then he laughed at the image of that… ‘training for a tawsing’ and laughed a little more. But it stuck in his mind.

Finishing up he put the gear back in the shed then thought nothing more about it. Till the next day.

Scheduled Training

Every afternoon Melanie went out, usually for shopping. Usually it was for the evening meal, sometimes it was for clothes. She liked to get out and he didn’t mind. Sometimes when she wasn’t shopping she went for a long walk to get her exercise, so there was always an hour of privacy to be had each day. On the weekends she often had a girls afternoon at a cafe or restaurant so he had time then also.

So that afternoon was the ideal time so he did it. He went into the shed then got his Lochgelly three tailer. Putting out his hand he gave himself three which hurt like hell. Then he gave himself three on the other hand. That too hurt. ‘Damn’ he said to himself.

‘I need more than that’, he said to himself. Mistress was going to give him so much more.

He rubbed his hands, he went out and ran some cold tap water on them which helped. That cooled them down so he thought ‘lets go again’.

Then he went back into the shed and repeated. So now he’d had six to each hand. They were now red and quivering a little and he though, ‘that’s a good start.’

But then he added, ‘That’s really only a small start’ he said quietly as he replaced the tawse. And it was. Mistress would give him a few dozen at least.

He exited the shed then decided he would repeat every afternoon.

Practice Helps

On the second day he repeated after Melanie left and this time he was able to give himself the three to each hand, shake them a little, rub them, then repeat. No cold water this time.

‘Better’ he said, and it was. He was able to take that a little better.

On the third day he repeated again and gave himself six in a row. ‘WOW’ that still hurt like the devil but he got through it.

‘Getting used to it’ he said but in the back of his mind was they were only medium strokes, mistress used the tawse a lot harder.

Then it was clear with that in mind, ‘I need more. Maybe some in the morning when she’s having a shower’ came to his mind. He could get double in a day and his palms would be ready for mistress.

On the forth day he did just that. Melanie hit the showers, he went into the shed and hit his palms six times each with nice hard strokes from his XH tawse. That left them red but it had an effect.

Then in the afternoon when Melanie went shopping, he did a repeat.

‘Double sixers’ he said to himself that evening as he was chatting with Melanie she commented that he looked happy with himself and he was. ‘All going well sweetheart’ he said as he kissed her, they did get along well.

All Change

On the fifth day he woke up, he and Melanie had breakfast then she went in for her shower.

He went into the shed then got his tawse. He put it over his shoulder, put his other hand out then brought it down harder than before. He was getting used to this, so using it a bit harder came naturally. ‘Crack’ it went making him gasp just a little.

He then repeated it. He took his time. He focussed on the palm and the leather tawse in his hand to the exclusion of all else. That was the way, in a session nothing else existed.

Therefore he didn’t hear anything else. So,  just as the tawse was coming down Melanie put her head into the shed as it cracked onto his palm and he gasped. ‘I’ve been wondering what you are up to and seeing this, I still have no idea. What’s going on,’ she said with a look of concern on her face.

His heart went into his mouth. Damn. Caught. He couldn’t lie worth spit so he spelled it all out.

‘Sweetheart, I’ve got a BDSM and corporal session booked in a few days. You know, I told you about that. Well I haven’t had anything for a year and I was wondering how I would take it. The answer is badly so I’ve sort of, ah, um, gone into training. I’ve been giving myself a tawsing with this every morning and night. I think it’s helping.’

She walked into the shed then looked at the tawse, looked at his hand. ‘It is red. How many do you give yourself,’ she asked surprising him.

‘Six in the morning and six in the evening. To each hand. That’s two,’ he said feeling totally stupid and over sharing. But she was hard to resist when she questioned him.

‘OK,’ she said, ‘show me,’ and that surprised the hell out of him. He was hesitating so she nodded at him, ‘Go on, I want to see it. Do it.’

He sighed, ‘OK,’ then raising his hand he gave himself the third. ‘Ah,’ he said. then he gave himself three more and each made him gasp a little each time.

The thing was, with Melanie there he’d gone even harder than he had been so they stung more. Something in him wanted to show her he could take it, something said he had to make it real. The end result was that his hands were now much more red and they sure did sting.

‘Other hand’ Melanie said sweetly. ‘Go on,’ and this was a new side to her he was thinking.

Putting the other hand out he repeated. It too got its six and that left it red and shaking a little also.

‘Pass me that would you,’ she said eyeing off his tawse. He handed it over then she ran it through her hands, feeling the leather.

‘It is a nice piece of leather,’ she said, ‘I’ve never thought about this. And so thick and stiff. I bet that hurts. Show me your hands, side by side,’ she said as she held the tawse.

In truth this was feeding his fetish, seeing her with the tawse but he obeyed.

‘Oh they are red. How about I give them another six. I kind of feel like this, doing it. Lets go inside,’ and with that she turned and led him into the house, the tawse in her hand by her leg moving as she walked.

He didn’t have a choice, the idea of declining felt more embarrassing that going along with whatever Melanie had in mind. Melanie could be forceful when she wanted and this was one of those times.

Melanie Doubles Up

Melanie didn’t just walk into the house, she walked into the bedroom.

‘Now, how does  mistress do this? You’ve never really told me,’ she said sweetly as she ran the tawse through her hands.

‘Ah, darling, she makes me kneel then I hold out a hand then she straps me. Then I have to swap hands and she does it again.’

‘Oh,’ she said, ‘why the kneeling thing?’

‘Ah, um, because I have to look up at her and see her with that strap in her hands and I have to focus on it when she brings it down on my hand. It’s very difficult.’

Melanie looked at him, she ran the tawse through her hands, then she looked up, ‘OK, kneel then. We’ll make this a proper training then.’

This was getting a little out of hand, he just stood, ‘Are you sure. This is not like you at all.’

‘Darling,’ she said, ‘I thought you were in the shed wanking off and now I find this. I think your hands should be strapped. Kneel,’ she said pointing to the carpet at the end of the bed.

So he did. Then he held his left hand up, level with his head just like how he did in a session.

‘Good,’ said Melanie. ‘I presume mistress stands in front,’ then she did just that.

‘What now?’ she asked.

‘Mistress flicks the tawse, that’s what the strap is called, up onto my palm, pulls it back, puts it up high over her shoulder then brings it down along the palm and fingers.’

“OK,’ she said. She flicked the tawse up making it land on his palm. She’d always had great hand eye coordination and now it was going to come in handy.

‘Like this,’ said Melanie as she pulled the tawse back, then raised her hand high over her shoulder with the tawse hanging down behind her.

His eyes were wide as he took her in, the visage of a disciplinarian giving the tawse. She made his throat almost close over as he said, ‘Yes.’

With that one word she swished the tawse down along the length of his palm and fingers, making them suddenly explode in sting. ‘Ahh,’ he said as he waved it. ‘Ow.’

And he meant it. She’d used it harder than he had, the crack was louder the the sting deeper. It was only natural he thought, self strapping really was difficult to do properly as it was from the wrong angle and with the best will in the world, it would never be as hard as someone else doing it.

‘Five more,’ she said sweetly. ‘Get that hand up.’

This was a new Melanie. A new melanie with an XH three tailed tawse.

He lifted the hand, watched Melanie as she raised the tawse over her shoulder, then when she brought it down it took all his will power not to move his hand, to accept the leather.

Melanie strapped him with the XH tawse for a total of six times to the hand so hard he couldn’t believe how hard well she did it. By the end, it was bright red and shaking more than when he did it. Much more.

‘Does it always shake like that,’ she asked as she looked at the red hand in front of her.

‘After that tawse, always,’ he said as he tried to absorb the pain and now show how damn painful it was.

‘Good,’ she said smiling as she ran the tawse between her hands again and again. He was thinking it was over when she said, ‘Come on. Other hand up. It needs its six.’

Finishing Melanie Off

Melanie gave him six to his other hand and he could only think of them a six of the best as they sure were.

Each stroke lashed down the middle of his palm and along his fingers, pushing the hand down and making a crack that mistress would have been proud of. Melanie was getting the hang of this tawse awfully quickly.

After that both his hands were bright red and about strapped out – they would really struggle to take more.

Melanie was smiling at him. ‘So,’ she said, ‘that’s your training then. Is that all or do you do more?’

‘Ah,’ he said unable to hide anything from her, ‘well, I’ve been giving myself a sixer in the evenings when you’re out shopping.’

‘Oh. OK,’ she said happily, ‘we can go again then.’ Then she stopped for a moment, ‘Have you been wanking as you’ve not been that interested in me lately. I wonder, are you using that time to crack one off?’

She was being unusually direct and with her holding the tawse, he was completely unable to lie. ‘Well, sometimes.’ The truth was, most times he had a wank.

‘In that case,’ she said, ‘I think six each hand becomes twelve in the afternoon and we’ll see about that wanking. For now,’ she said, then she opened her dressing gown then sat on the end of the bed.

He was stunned as he watched her. This was a whole new Melanie, gone was the slightly introverted lights always off for sex Melanie.

She opened her legs wide and suddenly he was looking between her legs. She had a nice pussy and up close and personal as this was, it looked inviting.

‘I think you can make me come. Right now. Get at it.’ To make the point she lifted the tawse and waved it at him. ‘You know what I like,’ she said, ‘make it a good one. Fingers and tongue. No comes for you.’

Indeed, it didn’t take long at all as she was clearly aroused and her climax was certainly a good one from the noise and the shaking she made as she crested.

When it was over he realized he had a hell of an erection. He started to gently pet his wife right where he’d just a minute before his face had been.

He was stroking her gently, making it erotic for her when she saw right through him, ‘No way naughty boy. No come for you till you get back from your session.’

Then she pushed his head back firmly. ‘Up you get, I’m having a shower. And no wanking. No wanking at all unless I do it for you.’

All he could say as she stood then embraced him was, ‘OK sweetheart.’

She smiled, ‘And what do you say for me helping you with your session training?’

‘Thank you sweetheart,’ seemed best.

The Afternoon Training

He was feeling pretty much desperate for a wank by the time the afternoon came around and Melanie was due to go for a shopping expedition. This would be his chance to pull out the old snake and give it a rub to crack a load out as he looked at some bondage porn on the net.

He was sitting thinking about that when Melanie stopped her preparation for shopping and looked at him. ‘Why are you looking like that? Have you got something planned?”

He tried to look as innocent as possible, ‘What? No. I was just thinking about doing some jobs.’ And he had, he was going to lighten his load dramatically and with maximum effect.

Melanie looked at him again. Then she realized, ‘Ah. I get it. With me out you’re going to wank off again. No. Not going to happen. These sessions of yours, what happens?’

With that he was again in the headlights, transfixed by her stare and almost psychic questioning. She quizzed him about what gear he had, how it was used, what he enjoyed. After five grueling minutes she had a full picture.

‘I see. In that case I have the ideal solution. Go get your gear and bring it into the bedroom. Quickly now.’ she said.

Minutes later Melanie was digging through his gear then pulled out three longer belts.

‘Trousers off, boxers and shirt off. Lay on the bed face down,’ she said holding the belts in her hand.

He was suddenly sporting a massive erection which she noticed. Seeing his Melanie with a fist full of belts was right on his fetish, on the money, exciting him. Right then and there he could have mounted her for a massive poke he knew would be a winner.

But Melanie had other ideas.  ‘And that won’t get any use,’ she said as she flicked a belt end against his throbber making him jump then lay down on the bed where she pointed to, ‘Quickly now’ she said.

As soon as he lay down Melanie leaned down, put his wrists behind and in the middle of his back then wrapped a belt round them and buckled it tightly. Seconds later she did the same to his ankles and then his knees, and now he was naked face down on the bed. She’t put him into a very nice belt bondage position and he was kind of liking it.

‘That’s better,’ she said as she stood up. ‘No wanking possible now and I don’t want to see a stain on the bed when I come back. Or else.. See you when I get back. We’ll do some more strapping of those hands for your training I think.’ she said as she walked out the door.

He lay on the bed feeling the straps wrapping him, keeping him totally immobile. He lay in the bondage, drifting, thinking of the image of Melanie with all those belts in his hands and he felt his erection answering those thoughts.

Laying in bondage he heard Melanie walking through the house then  the sound of a door close.

She’d gone. He lay on the bed feeling the lovely bondage.

Then some short time later he heard footsteps again then Melanie returned. ‘I got into the car before I realized something. We’ve been training your hands with that strap. What about your butt? Doesn’t that need training?’

He lay wondering where that was heading when he felt it, something laying on his bare butt. Something cold. Something he guessed was leathery and going to be painful.

— to be continued. Maybe. —