I’m laying it all out here!
Sir instructed me to kneel on the coffee table with my hands on the seat cushions of the sofa for a lovely maintenance spanking this weekend, which placed my butt high up in the air, a perfect target. He began tapping my backside with the cane, followed by a few hard whacks that made me hiss. Then he brought out the paddle and repeated the process, light taps to warm me up and then harder, making me whelp and wince. This is when a certain technical difficulty reared its ugly head.
“Wait, wait, wait!” I yelled out, but not being one of our predetermined safety words, he continued on, a haughty comment reminding of that fact uttered under his breath as he continued to wield his weapon.
“No! Wait! I have to fart!”, I guffawed as I admitted this out loud, shame and hilarity taking control of my emotions, keeping me from sinking into my usual headspace .
“Then fart! I don’t care!”, his arms kept swinging the paddle onto my upturned cheeks, and I believe if I’d seen his face, there may have been a smile cracking his lips.
It was the position I was in that caused my predicament, and with every swing of the paddle, I felt that little fart trying harder to escape. The Farting Position, as me and my little sister lovingly coined it when we were kids. If we were feeling a little gassy, we would lay with our faces on the floor, butts in the air to try and relieve the pressure, giggling maniacally at our own genius.
And, so I did it. I farted. It was just a little one, and it wasn’t stinky, so it didn’t put a damper on our play, but could it have? If it was an especially potent one, would we both just crumple into a fit of laughter, our eyes burning with the stench?
This isn’t the first time that this has happened, either. I wonder if it’s just me, or if other people have had similar booty blunders. I’ve been on my back, legs bent and spread, and just as he penetrates me, the pressure as his cock enters my vagina can sometimes feel as though I’m about to cut one. For a few moments, I have to concentrate on keeping my sphincter muscles tightened so that I don’t blow us both away until the feeling passes and I’m able to relax and enjoy what we are doing. I’ve had to call a time out to run out of the room half tied up in rope so that I don’t ruin the mood by filling the play room with a lingering foul odor.
It’s not that we are uncomfortable about releasing a toot here and there around each other, we’ve been together for ten years, so we’ve seen and smelled it all. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve been riding in the car and one of us looks over at the other, nose crinkled at an unseen stench that permeates the entire vehicle, and rolls down the window, laughing and gagging. But, there’s something about doing that while you’re trying to be sexy. It could really wreck a moment, either with utter disgust or with uncontrollable laughter. I’ll do it when I’m in the same room as him if need be, but I’ve always been careful not to fart on him while he’s doing all of these wonderful things to me. Oh well, I guess it’s too late for that now!