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 just now. Strange set of circs. 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 journey, 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. (Sixth largest in the world, with Mr T’s Greenland No. 1.) In what has been a long, if not illustrious life of those pleasures, you have never previously been requested spanking. Nothing particularly remarkable for many, especially since the online. (Sak in fact admitted getting her idea from there.) Good, firm, resounding clapping of the peach, when properly landed. Resonant thwacking. One times! Two times! Three times in succession was not overdoing it for this particular gal. From the reaction it did clearly sting, making Sak wince & positively gape. But at the same time, quite plainly, the relish was unmistakable. Four times! Five!… Spaced a bit. Eight, nine or ten altogether, if they had been counted on the last Tuesday meeting. Including a couple misplaced, may have totalled over a dozen in all. Without any implement or aid; only the honest flat of the hand, right for a right-hander. Thwack! Thwack! And thwack once more! In the centre of the cheek, usually the left, given the way Sak liked to straddle her lover. Oh! Gasp! Ah! For palpable hits 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 & shapely. Just there made it sweet; the auditory aspect likely adding. That the Korean lad behind the party wall must have heard gave no concern; indeed, on the contrary, added for the babe. (He would feel he’s missing out.) Surprisingly, and unexpectedly, there eventually came some little pleasure too for the disciplinarian. Mainly for a new job well done; providing the partner. How about that! You were in the list of the sadomasochists now. Kinda. How to account for the preference was the question? In early youth Sak had once been beaten by her father with his belt. Not the buckle, and not especially fiercely. A signal event nonetheless. As twilight descended the young girl had been caught by Da alone with a lad. (And here Northern Sumatra means furtherest North, can’t go further. Aceh, the so-called Verandah of Islam.) The compromising position was relatively minor. Sak had ducked when Da was sighted. Clothing intact; minor dishevelment. It had only been some smooching & pressing. Single, solitary episode the beating. Not enough to account for this preference in the gal’s mid-30s. In a WA exchange Sak had sensibly suggested it was another means of creating intimacy. How to quibble that?... Then Era, the second instance. Fellow Sumatran. Well, needs adding, both women came with limited sexual history; no doubt an important factor, especially in the elder, Era’s case. Sak’s predilection for porn has been noted. Not obsessive. It had helped enduring twelve long, prime years of unwanted celibacy. Both women too had shared the fate of exceedingly brief marriages (little over a year in the one case, and mere two months the other). Era had never resorted to porn, though in the last few years—into her early & mid-40s now—she was relishing some imagery on the screen. During absences, especially of the protracted kind, when Era was messaged for notice of some proper arousal, 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 toward the member. Eventually finding some ease over the years, the lady settled and managed perfectly well under her own steam. Stroking, caressing, jerking a little; and increasingly more strenuously than her partner in fact liked. (Before long there came need to apply the brake.) Most recently, over the last 4 - 5 months, E’s stroking, her holding and clasping had in fact become almost peak feature. The formerly hesitant, shy little hand, now deeply relishing. In the subsequent jockey mount, especially the first round after the week or two’s absence, all her pleasure Era attempted to clench and stifle in her jaw. Ah! Now, wherefore? The question: How was all that? Why that simple, rudimentary cherishing had come to be relished so dearly, and very much by both parties? Months now E’s clasping continued for many minutes; continued even a quart or two hours in a couple notable cases. Certainly in the WA exchanges the matter was the chief interest. Ingin lihat; wanting to see on the screen. Dan pegang. And hold. In one of the early episodes during the long European separation, E’s little thumbnail in the bottom corner of the screen showed fixed concentration. Closely fixed 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. The case with E was perhaps a lesser mystery; nonetheless, such simple manoeuvre proving so powerful, so dominant, did make one wonder. Each week as we drew toward the Friday evening, that first lunge when it came, and the following play, played powerfully upstairs. Ladies rarely clung on very much now; it seemed to offer little. Yet here it was quite 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, every chance she could survive on that alone for a very long time. In her case, an all too brief, unsatisfactory marriage was key. When their daughter was 5-6 months old the husband had simply brought another woman home. Hurt, wariness and determined celibacy thereafter. One’s own reactions raised interesting questions too. Reversions of some sort the working hypothesis.
Geylang Serai,
Singapore 2011-26
