Strangers with Candy

15 Jun

There was a knock on my door last night, around 9:00. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but was happy to see him standing there, a wide smile on his face. He held a brown paper bag and slung over his shoulder was his black duffel that I have grown to simultaneously love and dread.
He said he brought dessert, indicating the unmarked, paper bag.
Of course I let him in and greeted him in my usual way, on my knees, my lips placed reverently against his hand. He asked for a paring knife and said he had to prepare the dessert. By now I suspected what he had in mind. I’d been craving this dessert lately, and haven’t made any secret about it.
He told me to go to my room, strip, and wait for him.

I did as instructed and left him in the kitchen with the mysterious bag. As I waited with my hips over the pillows, I could hear him running water and whistling. I was there for a long time – 10 minutes or so, feeling exposed and apprehensive. The water would turn off, and I’d shudder in anticipation, only to be met with the sound of more running water and more of the same, happy tune pushed from his unworried lips. The man is meticulous, particularly when he knows that I’m waiting.
Finally, he entered the room.
He commended me on my positioning even as he began spanking my bottom, gently at first and then quite firmly. He asked if I knew what was for dessert. My shoulders indicated “maybe”. I could not say it out loud. From the bag, he confirmed my guess: peeled ginger, shaped like a crooked finger with a wide base.

Photo from Ms. Margaret Davis.

He asked if I was ready.
I was not.
My heart was racing and I had been enjoying the hand spanking. I said, “Yes, Sir”, anyway. He retrieved the soft restraints from under my bed and tethered my wrists to the head-board. He spread my cheeks and probed with his fingers first, which made me push back, eager for more.
Taking the place of his finger, I felt the cool ginger press against me. It was still wet from when he’d washed it. He slowly eased it in. I blinked…nothing. It didn’t burn at all. He wiggled it around while I took deep breaths, expecting to feel the infamous burn.
Then his hand, which can be just as painful as a paddle, went to work again, and I found myself involuntarily clenching against the root. It started to burn then. Slowly at first, but the burn gained momentum. By the time he pulled the cane out of his duffel bag, I was writhing against the pillows, wanting the root out but at the same time craving it deeper.

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Clenching is irresistible after each cane stroke. But each time I did, each time I moved at all, the burn was intense. I willed myself to relax around the root, but even then I couldn’t forget that it was there. By the 20th stroke, I was crying but begging him to fuck me.
I was desperation defined.
By the time he gingerly removed it, it had stopped its intense burn. Finally, we both took what we needed, he from behind and me still restrained over the disheveled pillows.

29 Responses to “Strangers with Candy”

  1. baby tabby June 15, 2011 at 7:46 pm #

    As always Pink, your post makes me squirm! This is a new one to me, and now I am finding myself very curious about how that may feel!

    On a more personal note, I am sorry I have been so lack on commenting lately. Life gets busy, and been trying to get things situated at my own blog (hosting etc), which became chaos there for a bit! And I have also been offered a great opportunity in writing a monthly ask tabby column! 🙂 But, I do read every post faithfully, as I will always be your biggest fan. 🙂

    Btw, I am to the point to re-adding links to my sidebar, do you have a button, or do you prefer a text link?

    baby girl tabby (aka cricket)

    • Barely Pink June 16, 2011 at 6:43 pm #

      Believe me, tabby, I TOTALLY understand how life gets in the way of commenting. I so rarely have the opportunity to leave thoughtful comments anywhere, anymore. Absolutely no offense taken. (And may I offer my apologies for not leaving word at your fantastic site?)

      Hmm…I do not have a button. But since I so enjoy my buttons being pushed, perhaps I will create one?

      Hugs to you and happy to see you posting again!

      • baby tabby June 16, 2011 at 7:40 pm #

        *smiles* Thank you, Pink. I understand as well, it gets so hard to keep up sometimes when there are so many good blogs to read! No apologies needed from your end needed either. 🙂

        lol, that was so cutely put! If you do create a button, please do let me know. For now, I have added a text link for you.

        Hugs back atcha! And thank you, it feels good to be finally getting caught up! xoxo

  2. Anonymous June 15, 2011 at 7:54 pm #

    In a very high pitched voice bree responds…..

    I was clenching my teeth among other things reading this !

    Why do I always feel like I am right there with you Pink?!

    Thank You?! I think !

    I will let you know when my voice returns to normal !.

    PS: Eary to bed and early to rise, makes a bottom think maybe she should just lie..

    • Barely Pink June 16, 2011 at 6:45 pm #

      Oh, great slogan! Lying, in the short run, does tend to keep one out of trouble. But woe is the girl who gets caught! 😉

  3. Sierra June 15, 2011 at 8:35 pm #

    Oh Pink… you lasted way longer than me! I remember my one and only experience with ginger… I am not fond of it to say the least. Think you’ll do it again? I know I don’t want to… but Ben has informed me that isn’t up to me and that one day.. it will happen again. I just pray he forgets!

    • Barely Pink June 16, 2011 at 6:47 pm #

      I like ginger in my food. And now it turns out I like it in something else, too. Who knew?

      I can see that it would be a polarizing substance, so for your sake, I hope Ben forgets, too!

  4. Michael June 16, 2011 at 5:57 pm #

    WOW! You and D did it Pink! You mentioned this is something you wanted to try and your amazing D made it a squirmy reality and then took it so much further. But I am not surprised as that is the type of person you are, living life to the fullest. I am so happy for you both. 🙂

    • Barely Pink June 16, 2011 at 6:48 pm #

      That’s me…flying by the seat of my pants. Or by my seat, since I often find myself pantsless?

      Thank you, Michael. Why wait to explore when there are 24 hour grocery stores everywhere? 🙂

  5. Zelle June 16, 2011 at 9:34 pm #

    OMG! YOU DIDN’T!! ….omg.. you did!!!!

    Donna Summer and I did a little parody.. a duet for you two.. LOL


    Sittin’ here, parin’ my heart out waitin’
    carvin’ some ginger to install
    peeled the right size of ginger ornately
    almost enough to make my Pink squall

    Lookin’ for some hot stuff baby this evenin’
    I need some hot ginger baby tonight
    I want some hot stuff baby this evenin’
    gotta have some ginger stuffed
    gotta have some ginger’ tonight
    I need hot stuff
    I want some hot stuff
    I need hot stuff

    Lookin’ for a lover who needs ginger
    don’t want waste this ginger homegrown
    wanna share my love with a warm blooded lover
    wanna bring a wild woman back home

    Gotta have some hot ginger baby this evenin’
    I need some hot ginger baby tonight
    I want some ginger stuffed baby this evenin’
    gotta have some lovin’
    got to have a love tonight
    I need hot stuff
    hot love
    lookin’ for hot love

    • Barely Pink June 16, 2011 at 9:59 pm #

      OMG, Zelle….this is hysterical. And can I add here that D totally added you to his spanking “bucket list” now?

      Mind if I put this in a post soon?

      • Zelle June 16, 2011 at 10:09 pm #

        oh dear god.. ‘spanking bucket list’?? ROFLMAO… and sure..feel free to put it in …. (ohh boy.. that didn’t sound right did it? LOL)

  6. Hedone June 17, 2011 at 12:50 am #


    • Barely Pink June 17, 2011 at 10:42 pm #

      There are many ways of interpreting that emoticon, you mysterious woman, you.

  7. J June 17, 2011 at 9:22 am #

    “and greeted him in my usual way, on my knees, my lips placed reverently against his hand”



    • Barely Pink June 17, 2011 at 10:44 pm #

      *Blush* Yes, really. I don’t talk that much about how I greet him because it’s precious to me and very much a part of our D/s dynamic. When he walks through the door, I kneel to show him my submission for the duration of our visit. It’s symbolic, but there’s also hell to pay if I forget to greet him properly. 🙂

      • J June 18, 2011 at 7:46 am #

        If it’s precious to you then that’s all that matters.Thanks for sharing.
        Oh, and by the way, the blush suits you……………..


      • Barely Pink June 19, 2011 at 12:28 am #

        Thanks, J. I’ve been told that wearing a blush while being brazen is somewhat disarming. I like to disarm. 🙂

  8. Ronniesoul June 17, 2011 at 11:09 am #

    I love ginger but not that way:) Tried it once but don’t think I would like to again.

    Don’t you just love Zelle.


    • Zelle June 17, 2011 at 11:16 am #

      ahhhhhhh.. insert warm fuzzies here! – thanks Ronnie! ♥

    • Barely Pink June 17, 2011 at 10:46 pm #

      Zelle is an incredible force. Love her!

      I’m not saying that ginger will be a regular thing (right, D?), but I wouldn’t mind if I ‘accidentally’ sat on that particular root again.

  9. Season June 17, 2011 at 11:31 am #

    Note to Michael — ginger has been outlawed in the state of Minnesota. Just fyi.

    Carry on with your bad self, Pink (aka idea-spreader-arounder)!

    • Barely Pink June 17, 2011 at 10:47 pm #

      Hahaha….I think you’ll find that ginger has been outlawed in many states, but aren’t we rule-breakers? 😛

      And, me? Spread ideas around? Nonsense!

  10. Kaki June 17, 2011 at 10:39 pm #

    Pink, you have this labeled as fantasy so I thought it was a story . Sounds like maybe it isn’t……. No reason for me to try it now, you described it so well it was like it was me. Phew!

    I’ll stick to ginger snaps for now.

    • Barely Pink June 17, 2011 at 10:47 pm #

      Yeah, I should remove that. When I first posted this, I was extremely embarrassed and shy about sharing the experience. I wasn’t sure I was going to fess up. I can be chicken sometimes.

  11. Pandora June 18, 2011 at 1:59 pm #

    Oh, wow. Wow wow wow. I am tingling and squirming a little in sympathy and … what is this … jealousy? Yeah, I think it might be.

    I’ve never tried this one, and it’s always been up there with hand-tawsing on the list of “things that I am fucking terrified off and are therefore horribly horribly hot”. Only even hotter than hand-tawsing because this thing is so much more sexual, and judging on what you’ve written I think you and I have a similar response to anal play.

    Jealous because my stupid body has decided that anal play is not okay. I’m hoping my health will improve and open this door at a future date, but in the meantime thankyou for this insight into an experience I both fear and crave.

    Hooray for confessing to a fantasy online and then having your lover make it come true! Isn’t the internet wonderful? 🙂

    • Barely Pink June 19, 2011 at 12:33 am #

      I’ve thought about the hand-tawsing thing, too. I won’t publicly announce that as a fantasy just yet because it’s still in the “fucking terrified of” category. These things have a way of planting seeds so I wouldn’t be surprised if it joins your list of “horribly horribly hot”.

      Yes, gotta love the internet. Cast one public wish and within the week it’s been granted. I wasn’t very subtle, was I? Now…about that new car.

      Pandora, I sincerely wish you good health and that this fantasy can join the other realities that you write so beautifully about.


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