Spanking Bethie

For Valentine’s Day this is what I made for Dan; candy butts! It’s hard to see in this picture, but that’s what they are.

We also had a nice dinner, a couple of good drinks, and a really good spanking session. It was wonderful and I’m completely worn out and heading to bed now…or rather, again. *wink*

I’ll come back with details later, but for now I’ll leave you with this; the cute rabbit fur tipped flogger isn’t as harmless as I remember it being. Especially when those tips landed in the most delicate of areas! And yeah, I am sitting here with a really big grin on my face anyway.

We were determined to get all our shopping done and be settled in as of last night, and somehow we pulled it off. Amazing, but true. So this morning when we woke up, we didn’t have anywhere to go and Dan had a small whip handy. It’s funny how that man always seems to have some sort of implement handy; you’d think we were kinky or something.

At first we were just snuggling, then he pulled out the whip and began to playfully whip my bottom and nipples while I alternated between squealing and giggling. After a bit, I was feeling all warm and tingly from the sting. That particular whip is wide at the base but tapers down to a stingy tip so it gives different sensations depending on which part of it lands where. One of the most intense sensations occurs when the tip of the whip lands directly on my nipple. Oh my! That’s a tingle that lasts and lasts. It also makes me squeal really loud which Dan likes for some reason.

All that whippy fun led to some very good sex. Yum. I love lounging in the bed with my honey!

Now I’m doing a little baking and wondering what my Santa has for me in those pretty packages under the tree. I mentioned I might have to sneak a peek, to which Dan suggested if I must be looking for a good strapping. I good strapping might be fun…but I decided I want to wait until tomorrow for my presents after all. Hey, I can be good if I try.

Since my timer for my pie is about to go off, I better wrap this up. I know this has been a lean year here on my blog, but not in my life, I’m happy to report. My real life here is better than I ever dreamed possible due to Dan and our life together. I’m continually amazed at how happy I am. Life is better than good and full of love, laughter, friends, and family. It all blends well but it does keep me busy.

Alright, I better go see to my baking now. I wish you all a happy holiday of whatever flavor you are celebrating!

I don’t know if anyone noticed, but I flipped my blog roll recently for a bottoms up effect. I know, going bottoms up isn’t always easy. This young lady in the photo doesn’t seem to be enjoying it at all.

But I kinda like it. Since I’m used to that position it in my daily life, I figured why not give it try here on the blog? I think I’d like the paddle in this next pic, too. Hey, it’s got to be better than that holey paddle they use sometimes! You know, like the paddle I had made. I must have been delirious or something when I made that order. The lengths I go to so my honey is happy. I swear, it had nothing to do with a severe case of greedy bottom!

I think I like this photo set from Girls Boarding School because being flipped over the arm of a chair with my bottom in the air like that is a position I find myself in fairly frequently. You’d be amazed what you see from that angle. If I weren’t so busy kicking and squealing from whatever spanking I was getting, I might be ashamed of my not-so-perfect housekeeping skills. The spanking usually takes the edge off the guilt over that though. Lucky me!

Girls Boarding School video samples here.

It all started because I had to run into a store to grab a couple of sale items I wanted. This is how way too many of my “spanked because of shopping” incidents occur, so you’d think I’d know better, right? Yeah, yeah, but then I’d be sensible. Especially since I had Dan with me and he’d agreed to the little shopping detour on conditions. The conditions were that I would be quick and just get the items I was going in for; no wandering around and no getting sidetracked by non-essential items.

So off I went in one direction as Dan went in the other. As I’m zipping through the aisles, conscious of how much time I’m spending because Dan was only getting a couple of items of his own and I surely didn’t want to keep him waiting, I saw my downfall in the pajama section. I stood there like a deer in headlights looking at the cutest pajamas I’d ever seen.

“Oh my…I must have them…but I can’t…can I?” My brain locked up at that point as both the angel and the devil sitting on my shoulders both began to screech, “Squeeee!”

But Dan was somewhere in the same store and I needed to hurry. After all, he was good enough to cooperate by going shopping with me in the first place and I didn’t want to violate the shopping conditions. But these were the cutest pajamas I’d ever seen!

I slowly walked up to the display to fondle said pajamas. They were made of soft fleece…yum…with a yellow duck design. They were also a footed one piece with a zipper down the front. No drop seat though, but that was fine with me. Because they were the cutest pajamas I’d ever seen! Have I mentioned that?

But somewhere in my memory, I remembered something vital; Dan didn’t like that type of pajamas. *sigh*

Somehow I managed to regain my sanity and pull myself away from the display. Slowly, I walked away, with just one glace back before reminding myself to hustle. I was good, too, and managed to get in line before Dan. The shopping trip was a success, but I couldn’t forget those pj’s.

Much later that evening, I mentioned the pajamas. I wanted to know, how strong was his objection to them and if there could be an exception. After some discussion, it turned out Dan’s objection was more about sleeping in them than wearing them. Since I sleep in the nude, that wasn’t much of an objection it turned out and after I promised to never wear them in the bed, I got the clearance I needed. Woo-hoot!

There was one little condition though. Since Dan doesn’t like clothing that hampers easy access, he had to make some rule about them and, of course, that rule had to include his beloved delrin cane. He said if I bought the pajamas, anytime I wore them, he would cane me in them. I already have at least two pairs of panties that Dan thinks wearing them means I need a caning, was I ready for a pair of caning pajamas? I protested a little, but eventually I agreed. How could I not? I get the pajamas and a caning. Since the caning will be for fun, it’s a win-win as far as I was concerned so I went back and got my pj’s.

I was about to take a picture of these when Dan came along and added the cane for the full effect. Then he gave me a couple of strokes just for fun. He can’t even see the pajamas without reaching for the cane! Then he asked if I was going to put them on. I think I’ll put them on later this evening. They’re going to be my lounging pajamas; my lounging and caning pajamas, that is.

One last thing for those who might be interested, I bought the pajamas at Kmart. I got them in a larger size (that’s what they had) so they’re a little baggy on me, but I don’t care, they’re comfy. I lourve them!