Hey, we’re spankos and red is the color of Valentine’s Day so let’s go with it! I’m happy to report that we have plans to celebrate. I’m ready for good food, some vino, and lots of fun. Yay!
I hope everyone has a Happy Valentine’s Day. I know this day gets hyped up as a day for lovers, but I consider it a day for everyone to show a little love to the people in their lives. So here’s a little love for all of you out there reading; Happy Valentine’s Day to you! *Big Hugs!!!*
I hope the new year finds you all in good health and spirits! I personally plan to have plenty of good spirits to help me toast the new year. I have high hopes for this year and some of it might be of interest to some of you.
I’m going to be branching out in the new year; I’m starting by creating a new community site that focuses on a certain group that I feel could benefit from a place of their own; male spankees and the men and women who enjoy spanking them. I’m still busy building the site so I’m not ready to tell you where it is yet, that will come once I’ve got it all set up. I will say this for now though, I think it’s going to be very cool when I’m done.
As for the rest of you hopeful kinky people out there, I have the feeling that I’m not done building sites so stay tuned for more news in the coming year.
As for Dan and I, we’re as much in love and spank happy as ever. All is good here even though I’m so busy I don’t get a chance to tell you all about it. The latest thing is that he has a new paddle brush that he’s breaking in on my poor bottom. It’s really awful and full of sting, so Dan just loves it, of course. Forget about breaking it in, I’m just kinda hoping it’ll just break! LOL
I guess that’s about it for now, folks. Everybody stay safe and have a happy New Year!
Okay, maybe not Halloween itself, but my panties sure are! This is a closeup of my panties so you can see what I’m talking about. Aren’t those the brattiest looking bears you’ve ever seen? Anytime I say I’m going to wear them Dan is quick to let me know he’ll have to spank them if he sees them. He really has a thing about those bears. I have a couple of panties and some pajama pants with bears on them and he’s always trying to spank them, but this one really gets his attention. And I like attention, if anyone hadn’t noticed. *wink*
If all goes as planned I should have something fun to report tomorrow.
How do I ensure that a good spanking is going to happen? I get this question a lot so I’m going to explain how I do it. I’m not one to leave these things to chance so I have my ways. (Btw, everyone has their own way of going about these things so I can only speak for myself here.) I state my desires, I set the scene, I obtain the tools, and I provide my willing bottom.
For instance, for my most recent spanking I did the following:
1) At some point in the day I mentioned I wanted a spanking and clapped my hands in gleeful anticipation.
2) I dressed up in my skimpy schoolgirl outfit, complete with cutesy socks that I bought for just this sort of occasion.
3) I gave him a lap dance and made sure my “Spank Me” panties were impossible to miss. (Panties in laundry, not in pic.)
4) Some time ago I had personally purchased the largest and heaviest of the paddles Dan used last night.
5) I also pointed out above mentioned evil paddle when he was looking in the toy bag.
The one thing I didn’t count on was probably the most obvious; schoolgirl outfits scream out for the cane. Yeah, yeah, I should know this by now, I know. I was too focused on that big ole paddle to think of that at the time. Dan didn’t miss that point though. But then again, the man never misses an opportunity to put that big, mean cane to use.
I did notice something though. When I was bent over the arm of his big easy chair, kicking and squealing while he applied cane stroke after cane stroke, I thought for once that big, evil paddle was going to be a welcome relief. And it was! After goodness knows how many cane strokes, when Dan switched to the big paddle, the thud felt soooo good. Instead of all those individual lines of fire, the big thuddy stroke of that paddle was just what I needed. Mmm-mmmm.
That was a big long spanking that left my bottom throbbing for hours and sore for days. I was barely able to sit the next day and pretty uncomfortable for a few days after that. I’m not complaining though. After all, that’s what I was going for using my “sure thing” plan. *grin*
I love a good spanking that leaves my bottom throbbing for hours and sore for a couple of days, no surprise there. But sometimes the spanking it takes to achieve those much desired results can take time, effort, and the right implements. Luckily we had all of those the other night and Dan gave me one very, very good spanking.
It was the kind of spanking that would make a sensible woman sleep on her stomach. I’m not that woman though. I loved the way the soreness in my bottom was intensified when I rolled over onto my back, even on our comfy pillow top mattress. That’s when I knew it was a good spanking that would last and be enjoyed for a couple of days at least. Yum.
The spanking it took to get my bottom that sore was an all wood spanking that involved those three implements in the above picture. The alligator, the hairbrush, and the dreaded holey paddle. We also call that holey paddle the Girls Boarding School paddle because it’s modeled after one they use and Dan admired.
Dan started with the alligator paddle which was his idea of a warm up. At the time I thought it was a good idea to point out that the alligator wasn’t my idea of a warm up toy and asked that he take it easy. I was obviously wrong and Dan proceeded to show me just how wrong I was by swinging the paddle just a little harder and faster so I’d know he really was taking it easy. Owie. It’s bad enough to be wrong, it’s worse to be wrong in the middle of a spanking. I just hate that. I also hate that paddle sometimes.
Isn’t it funny how the light paddles can be the most deceiving? They seem so harmless right up until they make contact with your waiting bottom. Even then sometimes the sting they deliver doesn’t seem too bad. That is until stinging swat after stinging swat lands and the effect builds up. It’s all surface sting and it just keeps right on stinging.
I was face down on the bed desperately trying not to chew through the bedding when Dan decided it was time for a change. I was in the middle of a sigh of relief that changed to squeak instead when he informed me (quite cheerfully btw) that it was time for the hairbrush. That particular hairbrush is a favorite of his because it always gets a response from me. I don’t know what it is about that brush but a spanking with it is sure to set my bottom on fire every time. And this was no exception.
I squealed, I squawked, I kicked, I flailed, and all to no avail. See, this is the problem with a good spanking; it hurts…a lot. At the time the spanking is being delivered, my poor bottom sends me all these signals that it wants relief, but it really doesn’t. My body reacts to a spanking the way non-kinky women react to regular foreplay. Spanking is foreplay to me. The more a spanking hurts, the better my body likes it. Just to prove it, Dan will occasionally stop spanking me, slide his fingers into me, and tell me how wet I am. He likes taking those little breaks to remind me how much I’m enjoying my spanking despite all my complaining. Spankings hurt and I’m wired to enjoy that, but I still have to complain! Isn’t that part of the fun after all?
So there I was, kicking and squealing while Dan continued to spank me hard with that hairbrush and my poor bottom was burning hotter and hotter. Then only upside was that a couple of spots on my bottom were getting a little numb from all that spanking with the brush. Still, it was pretty intense and suddenly I heard myself suggesting a change without thinking. The surprise was that he listened. The not so surprising part was that he went back to the alligator paddle.
Oh boy. I went from the deep burn of the hairbrush to the surface sting of that lighter paddle. That paddle woke my bottom up and the beginnings of that numbness went away really quickly. He had a plan it seems. He spanked me with the alligator just long enough that the deep burn was replaced by an allover sting, then he went back to the hairbrush. Then back again as soon as I’d relax when the hairbrush would become numbing again. Not fair!
Well, I thought it wasn’t fair right up until Dan told me to kneel up a little because he wanted to change paddles again. I was hoping for something leather, instead he picked up that holey paddle. When that man decides I’m in need of a really good spanking, he doesn’t mess around. My bottom was already on fire and that paddle only added to the burn. After only a couple of swats I was begging for relief and I even attempted to roll away when I didn’t get any relief. That only meant Dan had to tell me to get back into place so he could start over. Start over? Why does that always mean we start over? Hmph.
After some number of swats with very little interruption for rubbing, Dan told me we were almost done. I got myself all psyched up and stuck my bottom up for the final assault with that paddle. I’d gotten to that point though. My bottom was so thoroughly spanked that even though I groaned with every stroke, the heavy burn of each stroke had become addictive almost. Dan always seems to know when to stop spanking and roll me over for the lovemaking before I get too lost though. That’s a good thing because the lovemaking is always so good after a good spanking. There’s so much to enjoy after a good spanking; the lovemaking, the sore bottom, the “all’s good with the world” feeling. It’s all good.
Wow. I have been having so much fun this summer that I’ve completely forgotten to blog about it! Whoops!
It’s been crazy around here with lots of company, a little traveling, cooking out, and lounging in the pool. We’ve had a lot of out of town company visiting us which has been wonderful for both of us. Unluckily all of that fun takes up a lot of time and I’ve fallen so completely behind on my blogging that it’s pitiful. I bet some of y’all thought I was gone for good. Sorry, no such luck. *wink*
As for spanking, it’s been good but a bit sporadic due to so many visitors and activities. We have to squeeze it in though or else I become a raging brat. Because we had so many people coming and going, for a while there I had put a lot of our toys away and poor Dan had to keep using his hand to spank me. It was so sad. I was afraid the poor man was going to hurt himself. Luckily we were able to get the toys back out before he did any lasting damage.
However, I made the mistake of pulling the toys out while he was “supervising” so I didn’t get to choose the ones I wanted out. I wanted my happy toys like the soft floggers and nice leather paddles, while Dan wanted the whips, canes, and mean paddles. Guess which paddles are hanging by our bed now? I’ll give you a hint; none of them make my bottom feel safe in the bedroom. I’d pout but the truth is if my bottom did feel safe in the bedroom, I’d be one very unsatisfied spanko. And I’m feeling quite satisfied.
The bottom line is that life is good, fun is aplenty, and we’re happy as two spankos in love can be. I hope the rest of you are enjoying your summer as well!
I’m avoiding the great outdoors this long weekend despite the fact that almost everyone I know will be out there cavorting in it. (It’s a three day holiday weekend here in the States for most of us in case you were unaware.) Why am I avoiding it? I have plenty of reasons and they’re pretty valid as far as I’m concerned. The one most of you can relate to is that Dan is way too fond of switches and I don’t want to end up like that gal in the picture. Minus the fur, of course, because it’s already hot, hot, hot here.
Also, from what I hear, it’s going to be much too crowded at every lake in the area anyway and that just sounds unappealing to me right now. I enjoy nature more when it’s not lousy with festive people. *wink* That means we’ll be here at home, free to play however we want. I plan to take advantage of that, too. Somebody break out the spanking toys! Who needs switches when we have so many well-crafted toys?
Whether you are one of those happy souls out enjoying the great outdoors or have something else in mind, have a great weekend and stay safe. I’ll be inside where my bottom is completely unsafe but happy. Have fun whatever you do!
Yeah, yeah, I know I didn’t get back with the details about that fur tipped flogger…but I have a pretty good excuse. I was busy trying to cough up a lung, you see. It turned out I actually had bronchitis and after a nice round of nifty new antibiotics, I’m finally feeling better. But, geez, it seemed to take forever!
Being sick seriously cut into our play time. Dan would barely tweak my nipple and then I’d seize up and go into a nasty coughing fit. Spanking was completely out of the question. We were both getting a little crazy waiting for me to get well. Dan kept telling me I needed a good caning and I kept reassuring him that I didn’t really. Talking about all that caning while I was too sick to enjoy it was tough, but somehow we made it through. Tonight I realized I was finally healthy enough to spank. Yay!
We were trying to decide what to do with our evening when the topic of caning came up again. Somehow we managed to stumble down the hallway to the bedroom where I ended up on the bed, my bottom in the air, and Dan found his favorite cane; the big delrin cane. Unlike a rattan cane that is all sting and burn, the delrin is heavy so it’s more thud and burn. It still leaves welts though. Big, thick welts that burn, burn, burn! Especially when Dan pinches them! Grrrr.
The cane strokes that landed fully on my bottom burned enough, but then Dan managed to get one good stroke right on the crease between my bottom and leg and then a couple across my thighs. Those strokes really burned and they left what Dan calls “pretty” welts. I’m not so sure they’re “pretty” but I do know they hurt. Yeowch.
I guess somehow during all that caning I must have lost my mind because I began to think there had to be another implement nearby that would be better than the cane. Well, I thought wrong and in my desperation I asked him to switch to the leather strap. Now that might sound like a good idea if we had a regular ol’ leather strap, but we don’t. Of course, we don’t. We have that big, thick leather monster of a strap and it was right there by the bed. Where else would it be? (It’s the Leather Thorn Strap in case anyone is wondering.) Seeing it there, I thought that would be an improvement over the cane. Ha!
Let me tell you something in case you didn’t know it; when your bottom is striped with sensitive cane welts, application of a heavy strap on top of those welts can be very ouchie. Very ouchie! Especially when the person spanking you isn’t holding back. At least I don’t think he was, but it’s hard to say since my bottom was already very sensitive. The only evidence I have is that at one point Dan proudly announced that he could see the impression of the waffle weave from the leather on my bottom. I’m pretty sure he had to be strapping me really hard to get that kind of marking. It definitely felt like a good, hard strapping to me…really, really good actually.
Once he thought my bottom was red enough, Dan found some whippy thing and I just about fell off the bed trying to get away from that thing. It’s like a crop but has leather tails for a tip. That thing stings! Luckily that didn’t last long and we moved on to the serious love making part of the evening. That was great, too, especially on a nice sore bottom.
It’s time for bed now though so I have to get moving. Besides, it’s not easy to sit this long right now. Not that I mind, I’m just so happy I’m starting the week with a good sore bottom! Yum.