Spanking Bethie

I’ve finally found a spanking toy Dan can use to not only make my bottom red, but plenty sore as well.  Yes, my bottom has reached a new stage in greediness and soreness.

I don’t know why, but when I saw those paddles, I just had to have them.  They’re heavy, thick, and even have a nice rubberized handle for Dan’s comfort.  I wasn’t concerned with my comfort at all.  I saw those lovely wooden paddles, my bottom started to tingle, and all was lost.

As soon as I handed them over to Dan, he got a gleam in his eyes.  They’re hefty things and he liked the way they felt in his hands.  He immediately ordered me over the arm of the sofa to settle up my latest earned spanks.

You see, I was a little under the weather the other day and I managed to rack up about 35 spanks for saying “Unh-uh!”  I’ve really got to quit saying that!

I wasn’t concerned at all, after all, I’m the one who bought the silly things.  That was right up until Dan landed the first swat.  Ouchie! 

I’d barely recovered when he landed the next one.  Without a warm-up (since it was a correction spanking) that darn paddle hurt worse than I’d ever expected.  Every swat burned deep and caused me to kick and squirm for all I was worth.

By the tenth spank, I was begging for some relief.  Dan stopped and rubbed my bottom a bit and then reminded me I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this particular spanking, and then went right back to spanking.

I think at some point I slid off the arm but my bottom was on fire so anything is possible.  I just remember Dan telling me to get back into position or he’d add more to the count.  It was hard to keep my bottom in position since it seemed to be on fire, but I managed it somehow.

I’m not sure how I did it, but somehow I managed to make it to the thirty-fifth spank.  I vaguely remember running around furiously rubbing my bottom which I’m sure was quite a sight.  What I do remember clearly is Dan chuckling and admiring the reaction he’d gotten – and he’d barely had to flick his wrist to get it! 

After that I went to check and sure enough, my bottom was red.  I knew it felt hot but it was nice to see the color matched the heat.  I checked fairly often for the next half hour or so and my bottom retained the heat very nicely.

I finally wore myself down and decided to lie face-down on the bed, hoping maybe I’d get some sympathy.  Dan came into the bedroom to check on me and while he was checking my bottom for color, he decided it could use a little more.  He began using the Jokari paddle again but not as hard this time.

Fairly quickly, I decided it wasn’t so bad if used a little more lightly.  I got up on my knees to make sure he knew I was up for more.  He eventually worked up to harder and harder swats but by then, I was feeling pretty friendly.  Luckily he noticed as well.  It turned into a fantastic afternoon!

Now it’s much later and my bottom is a bit sore but only slightly pink.  I’ve decided that the Jokari is the new “evil” toy, replacing the giant rubber spatula for that honor. 

I have only one thing left to say.  If you get a wild hair and think you want one of these, remember that wise old saying, “Be careful what you wish for.”  But if you’re like me and you *like* evil, you might want to try one of these, it’s spanko evil at it’s best.

I’m not just talking about that picture either!  I managed to upgrade my blog software and not break my blog in the process!  Woo-hooot!

The comments should be working again so if you’ve commented before, it should publish immediately.  But we’ll see…

I’m just so happy to have the upgrade working, I think I deserve a prize.  Dan gave me a surprise earlier today instead.  I was lying on the couch sort of hanging over the side when he came up behind me and pulled my pants down.  He was being so sweet, stroking my bottom and being gentle.

While I was lying there all relaxed and comfy, he slipped away to get his favorite toy; the evil rubber spatula.  The next thing I knew, he was spanking away with that awful thing.  I yelped and whined and eventually wiggled my way off the couch.  He eventually stopped, but not before my bottom was burning.

Darn that thing has a sting like nothing else.  Evil, evil spatula!

I still can’t believe he resurrected that thing.  Well, on the bright side, my bottom was warm and tender for awhile.  I can’t hardly stand to be spanked with that thing while it’s happening, but it does have some nice after effects.  It’s just tough getting through the spanking and to the after part.

What’s worse was when Dan hugged me after and he noticed my nipples were erect.  It pleases him no end to see them that way when we’ve been playing.  He says they’re happy so I must not have disliked the spanking after all.  Okay, so they’re happy…why do my stupid nipples always have to give me away?  Hmph!

Photo courtesy of Retro Raunch.

This is from a new site Fetish Flix. They promise high quality movie downloads and from what I’ve sampled, they’ve done a good job delivering just that. The above picture is from the movie “Best Friends Punished.” If you follow that link it will take you to a preview page where they provide three samples of that movie.

I like the looks of that strap! I suppose I should be concerned by the way their bottoms were colored by it…but somehow I’m not all that concerned. In fact, I’d say that intrigued me more than anything else.

When I watched those clips, I started to wonder what that kind of strap would feel like and would it really redden my bottom like it did those girls, as well as other silly and very greedy thoughts like that. My bottom tingled just watching that strap do its job. Then I started to wish we had a strap like that.

I probably should be more careful what I wish for, but somehow my greedy spanko mind won’t let me. I think I’ll go do some online shopping now. My greedy bottom may regret what I may find, but I doubt it. *grin*

When I get hormonal I get grumpy and when I get grumpy I get fractious and when I get fractious I get spanked. You’d think I’d learn by now that being fractious isn’t good for my bottom, but during those hormonal surges, I can’t seem to remember anything.

One morning last week I woke up bright and early, and completely fractious. Fractious before the day even starts is never a good sign. Dan wanted to discuss the day and I wanted to grumble. Anytime he suggested something I didn’t like I’d say “Unh-uh” rather pentulantly. I couldn’t help it, I was feeling bad hormonal.

After a few of those negative responses from me he started suggesting he just spank me with various implements. To each suggestion I’d retort “Unh-uh!” It was getting rather riciculous but I couldn’t help it. I was grumpy.

Finally Dan said he’d spank me the next time I said “Unh-uh” if it wasn’t a reply to a direct question. To which, of course, I replied “Unh-uh!” Somebody should’ve just handed me a dunce cap right then and there because I earned it!

Dan told me to roll over on my belly and went in search of the proper implement. I was grumbling but in my state of agitation I was already feeling aggreived so why not add a spanking to that? I pouted a little and resigned myself to my fate.

I didn’t know he was going to go for the big guns. Dan decided the perfect implement for that offense was the “Attitude Adjuster.” I whined a little then because it’s not my favorite toy. It’s wood and varnished so it always leaves an impression. I don’t even remember how many he gave me, I think ten, but it was plenty. I was whimpering and complaining the whole time. That thing burns something awful!

I wish I could say that fixed everything…I wish! I just couldn’t shake the grumpies though and the next thing I knew, I said “Unh-uh!” again. I know it’s called the “Attitude Adjuster” but why did he have to take that so literally? I was yelping and kicking by the end of that second dose and I sort of promised I wouldn’t say it again. Sort of.

Was it over yet? Nope, not quite. In fact, it took about three more rounds before I finally had the “Unh-uh” spanked out of me. I know it was a bit much, but once it was all over, I was a whole lot more relaxed and the grumpiness I’d been feeling and fighting was under control. I was left feeling somewhat sore and much more agreeable.

I hate to admit it, but I guess the “Attitude Adjuster” does work. I wonder if I should admit that here though? Dan reads this and I don’t want to give the man any ideas. *wink*

Photo found at Retro Raunch.