Touching

 

 

If you’re in the biz of promoting reflection, elucidation, understanding whatnot, you’ve gotten yourself a sticky problem right there in the middle of your life right now. Strange set of circumstances. What is it exactly with these two gals and their particular ways? your own responses too? The pair all at once more or less, in these latter days of the career, when you weren’t exactly top of the form. Both Sumatran, coincidentally; the Northern half in fact of that largest island in the Indo archipelago both. (Sixth largest in the world; as Mr Trumpet has said, Greenland being No. 1.) In what has been a long, if not illustrious life of those pleasures of the flesh, you have never previously been requested to administer spanking. Nothing particularly remarkable for many, especially since the advent of the Net. (Sak in fact admitted getting her idea from the example.) Good, firm clapping of the peach, when properly landed. Resonant thwacking. One times! Two times! Three times in succession was not overdoing it. From the reaction it clearly stung the gal, making her start, making her wince and gape; but equally clearly, if not quite a bit more than equally, the relish was unmistakable. Four times! Five! Spaced a bit the latter needed to be. Eight, nine or ten altogether on the last Tuesday meeting. Counting a couple of misplaced, it may have totalled over a dozen. Without any implement or aid employed; only the flat of the hand, the right for a right-hander. Whack! In the centre of the cheek, usually the left, given the way Sak liked to straddle her lover crossways. Oh! Gasp. Ah! For a palpable hit on the spot. Misplaced was unsatisfactory; it did need to land on the fleshy centre of the mound, which in Sak’s case was nicely raised and shapely. On the spot there made it sweet. Very likely the auditory effect added to the girl’s pleasure. That the Korean lad behind the party wall must have heard gave no concern; indeed, on the contrary, added plus. (He would feel he’s missing out: Sak.) Surprisingly, and unexpectedly, there eventually came some pleasure too for the disciplinarian. Mainly for a new job well done; and the satisfaction providing the partner. How about that! You were in the lists of the sadomasochists now, kinda. Active participant. How to account for the preference was the question? In early youth Sak had once been beaten by her father with a belt. Not the buckle, and not especially fiercely. A signal event nonetheless, however. The young girl had been caught by Da alone with a lad as twilight descended. The compromising position was relatively minor. Sak had ducked flat when the Da was sighted; clothing intact; little dishevelled. It had only been some smooching & squeezing. Single, solitary episode. Not enough to go by for present purposes, one would think; for this decided preference in her middle thirties. In a WA exchange Sak had sensibly suggested it was another means of creating intimacy with a partner; effecting union. Who was the newcomer to quibble? Was it possible to delve more deeply for some more satisfactory and definitive explanation? Then Era. The second example; fellow Sumatran. Well, it should be added, both women came with limited sexual history. No doubt an important factor, especially in the elder Era’s case. Sak’s predilection for porn noted. Not become obsessive. It had helped enduring twelve long, prime years of unwanted celibacy; no kind of sexual partner for the duration. Both women too had shared the fate of exceedingly brief marriages, (little over a year in the one case & only 2 months the other.) Era had never resorted to porn, though in the last few years—into her early & mid-forties now— she was relishing some visual imagery on the screen, when it was granted. During absences, especially of the protracted kind, when Era was messaged for notice of some proper standing to attention, she quickly responded with, Ingin lihat. Ingin lihat; and more recently adding, dan pegang. Want to see; and hold. For a good long while E’s little hand had needed to be directed onto, or at least toward the member. Once ventured the lady soon settled and got herself going perfectly well under her own steam. Stroking, caressing, jerking a little; and increasingly more strenuously than her partner liked, in fact, before long needing to be slowed. (The Bahasa for “gentle” would not stick—lembut; close to lembu, cow. Lemah, halus or manis, which latter was common in the request for less sweetening in the teas—kurang manis. More recently, over the last 4–5 months, E’s stroking, her holding and clasping had become almost peak feature of the union. That hesitant, shy little hand. The quiet, deep relish. Evident, but carefully hidden pleasure. (In the subsequent jockey mount, especially the first round after the week or two’s absence, all that pleasure Era attempted to clench and stifle in her jaw.) Now, wherefore? The question. How was that? Why that simple cherishing come to be relished so dearly; by both parties? The number of weeks the clasping close continued for many minutes; continued for two or even three quart hours in a couple of notable cases. Certainly in the WA exchanges, this matter was the chief node. Ingin lihat; wanting to see on the screen. Dan pegang; and hold. Hold somehow by imaginative extension. In one of the early episodes during the long European separation, E’s little thumbnail portrait in the bottom corner of the screen showed fixed concentration and a glowing, radiant smile. Recently, during the inoperability of her teenage daughter’s phone and the pair’s sharing of E’s own, the mother had needed to take special care to delete the threads. Ingin lihat. And dan pegang. This case with E was perhaps a lesser mystery; but nonetheless, such a simple manoeuvre proving so powerful, so dominant, remained a wonder. Each week as we drew toward the Friday evening, that first lunge when it came, and the following persistence, played powerfully upstairs. Girls rarely clung on very much to the rudder. It seemed to offer little on their side. Yet here it was very much contra-wise. Era might not ever explore the porn online, but if she were to be sent an artful photograph, or video, as she had quietly pleaded for often enough, every chance she could survive on that prospect for a very long time. An all too brief, unsatisfactory marriage was key. (The husband had simply brought another woman home when their daughter was 5–6 months of age.) Followed by the extended withdrawal and celibacy again. One’s own reactions raised interesting questions too. Reversions of some sort was the working hypothesis.