Spanking Bethie

I cannot believe my elbow is still bothering me and I’m blaming the stupid vacuum. If only I hadn’t tried to be such a good *cough* girl and done all the vacuuming that day…*sigh* now my arm is all jacked up and I can barely type. Poor little me. Heh.

Okay, back to reality. I’ve had tendinitis before and it didn’t take this long to heal! And if one more person points out that it’s probably because I’m not a kid anymore, I’m going to bite them. Seriously.

For now, I’m resting it and treating it as directed, but it means I’m not doing much. I did manage to count up the comments and I have a total of nineteen. A special “Thank you” to everyone who commented! It looks like the belt won, but since I don’t have a belt, I’ll let Dan pick out the leather strap of his choosing. Then we’ll have big fun and I’ll tell you all about it! But not right now, I’m still taking it easy.

Why should my bad elbow prevent my spanking? Because it’s really bad. I’m having problems just letting it hang in the sling, it hurts no matter how little I move my arm. It’s ridiculous. I’ll be going to see my doctor in a week and I’m sure he’ll tell me I’m being impatient and I have to let it heal in its own time. Bleh.

Dan doesn’t think I’ll be able to get in a comfortable position and not move around too much so spanking is on the back burner for the most part. There are still the occasional surprise spanks, but nothing too exciting. That means I’m getting way behind in my spankings. I think I’m up to three spankings owed now. Geez. How did that happen? I’m such a good girl, it has to be a mistake! Right????

Cat pic courtesy of Icanhascheezburger.com.

We gave that paddle a good workout recently and I can honestly report that it was one very ouchie spanking! It was also a good one, believe it or not. I know it looks scary and paddles with holes have a certain reputation, but I still enjoyed being paddled with it. Well, maybe not so much during certain moments of the actual spanking, but I definitely enjoyed the extra sting and the long lasting afterglow.

It really was a pretty good test of that paddle, too. That is, I think forty strokes is a good test. My bottom was extra tender the next day which is always a good sign so I’d say the paddle with holes is a success! I know Dan thought it was a success as well, but for different reasons. For some reason he likes all the wiggling and squealing and I was doing a lot of that so he was really pleased. He even keeps saying we’ll be using that paddle a lot from now on.

I guess this all means that we now have yet another intense toy added to our collection and one more reason to behave myself. I don’t even want to think what would happen if Dan decided that was the “Paddle of Laundry Encouragement.” Eeek!

Remember my nettle experience? I’m not sure if I mentioned it or not, but Dan’s crop of nettles died a slimy death as he recounted here on his blog. That was all about a year ago and we haven’t had a chance since then to revisit the subject, until recently.

It seems that I had a bout of temporary insanity recently. That often happens right after a really good spanking; the afterglow from a sore bottom makes me extra crazy kinky. Well, during that bout of insanity, I ordered some stinging nettle plant starters. I had no idea what I was doing in so many ways but I did it anyway. It was crazy!

Then, just to make sure I didn’t lose my nerve, I told Dan ahead of time that the plants were coming. I told him I wanted to let him know so he’d be ready for them when they arrived. I kept telling myself, “It’s going to be fun! Woo-hoot!” I really had to keep telling myself that, too.

Some sensible part of my brain kept trying to nudge me with some sort of logical argument against putting that sort of thing in Dan’s hands and what the outcome was sure to be, but as usual, other parts of me drowned that argument out by saying, “Yeah, that’s the whole point, stupid! Now go away so we can have some fun over here.” That was followed by a loud raspberry at which point the logical part of my brain gave up, mumbled something about not to come crying to it when things went badly, and the butterflies in my stomach started dancing again. Spank lust wins again!

Things then proceeded as planned. Dan bought the plant stuff, the starters arrived, they were planted as directed, and now we’re waiting. There’s one set in a planter right under the window were I have my computer set up. I can watch it grow right from my desk. I do sneak glances at it once in a while, which makes me wonder about the positioning of the planter, but so far, not much is happening. I know, these things take time. But I’m not the most patient gal.

I keep waiting for this thing to sprout and it gives me lots of time to wonder, fret, and anticipate. On the one hand I’m thinking, “Dang it, grow!” On the other hand, I remind myself that they are stinging nettles after all, and I think, “Now what have I done?” Then about a second later, as I ponder the “stinging” description and I remember how they felt…ohhhh yeah… I’m back to “Dang it, grow, you little beasties!”

It can be complicated being this kinky. *wink*

All is good in the world! Woo-hoot! I got one heck of a spanking last night and I am sitting on a very sore bottom even as I type this. No complaints from me though; I *like* sitting on a sore bottom. It’s yummy.

See that picture? That is my new bread board I bought at Walmart (it’s part of the Paula Deen line) along with one of our kitchen spoons to give you an idea of size. The bread board is 18″ x 6″ and is 3/4″ thick. It’s a hefty and solid tool that I was thrilled to find while shopping recently. When I see something like this board, I go immediately into spanko lust and I have to buy it. Lucky for me, most of these items are pretty cheap. Or rather, lucky for my bottom, I should say.

My lucky bottom got quite a spanking last night so it’s a good thing there wasn’t any budget issues to be dealt with. We were mainly just in dire need of some serious play time and we were both ready for some real action. Dan started it off with a little nipple strapping which had me squealing in no time. He used our smallest strap and when it lands right across my nipple, it drives me crazy. I hate it…but I love it. I don’t know why.

After paying both of my nipples lots of attention, Dan grabbed my newest hairbrush, bared my bottom, and began giving me one heck of a hairbrushing. He didn’t hold back at all and in no time at all, my bottom was on fire. Dan kept reminding me that it had been a while since I’d had a good spanking and I was well overdue. It seems he’d been holding back while I was sick, but he wasn’t holding back anymore! Ouchie!

Every once in a while when I thought my bottom couldn’t take anymore, I’d beg for a break and as soon as I thought he was stopping, I’d rear up and clutch my bottom. Then Dan would ask, “Did I say you could rub now?”

Before I could answer him, back over I went and the spanking continued…and continued…and continued. I got one bathroom break but as soon as I scurried back, I was bottoms up again for more of the hairbrush. I was beginning to wonder just how much my poor bottom could take when Dan finally announced he was ready to try the bread board. Huh?

I was a bit nervous about that board seeing as my bottom was already hot and throbbing from that awful hairbrush. Not that anyone asked me. I went over the arm of his chair which placed my bare bottom in perfect paddling range. Dan announced he was going to give me five good swats which I thought was a good number. That is until the first one landed. That paddle covered a lot more territory than the hairbrush and was quite a bit more solid. It burned my bottom something fierce and I yelped and kicked while thinking that it couldn’t get worse.

Then the second swat landed and it was harder than the first. I almost came completely off the arm of that chair until Dan reminded me that if I got out of position, we’d just start over. That thought got me right back over where I was supposed to be and he landed the next swat. That one caused me to squeal and dig my fingers into the arm of the chair across from me. I kept thinking that number five was right around the corner. That wasn’t much comfort though when the fourth swat landed.

That’s when Dan announced it was time for the fifth and final swat, and it was going to be the hardest yet. I knew those swats were getting harder and harder! Grrrr! I dug my nails into the fabric of his chair and relaxed my bottom as best I could. I still wasn’t ready for that final one though. I swear I can normally take five paddle swats like I champ, but after that hairbrush spanking, my poor bottom was completely tenderized. Once that last swat landed, I just grabbed my bottom and clutched it. I didn’t even bother jumping up and running away. I should have, but I didn’t.

As I leaned against his chair, I didn’t notice Dan coming back with the hairbrush but once he’d pushed me back over and began spanking me again, I knew that’s what he had. Ow, ow, owwww! I’m not even sure how much longer he spanked me because I was busy kicking and wiggling for all I was worth in an effort to get away from that awful hairbrush. It’s just awful.

I finally got so desperate that I yelled out, “Can I get something leather, please???”

Dan stopped soon after and asked if I wanted to move into the bedroom where the leather toys were and I was all for that. He, of course, had to bring the hairbrush along. Stupid hairbrush could go in the trash for all I care…but that’s another story. I was ready for some leather toys. I should have known better. I stripped off what was left of my clothes and laid face down on the bed with a couple of pillows under my hips so my bottom would be presented for spanking. Then I glanced over and which leather toy did he have? Not my pretty rose paddle or any of the other light stingy leather toys, nooooo! He had that huge, heavy Leather Thorn Strap.

Before I could even comment about that, he raised it up and brought it down on my hot, throbbing bottom, and he repeated that over and over again. I did a lot more kicking and squealing but it didn’t seem to slow Dan down a bit. Eventually he stopped, rubbed my bottom a little, and commented on how red and puffy it was. That’s when he changed toys and picked up the riding crop.

The riding crop is another evil entirely. Because its tip is small, it delivers sharp little biting spanks wherever it lands. Dan likes to land it everywhere because it isn’t heavy and it makes me yelp entertainingly when applied to tender bits; tender bits like my inner thigh, my nipples, and my most tender bits of all, my pussy. Its mean, I tell you. I guess it’s a good thing I like mean, huh?

Dan worked me over good with that riding crop. I was all over the place on that bed trying to escape it. Once my thighs had had enough, I’d wiggled off the pillows and onto my back which gave him access to my nipples and when I tried to wiggle away from that treatment, he somehow got between my legs and spread me wide open. That’s when he cropped my tenderest bits. He had me trapped so I couldn’t go anywhere. Oh man, did I squeal!

I don’t know how long he would have kept that up but he finally became distracted by my begging him to let me do nice things to him. Yeah, I distracted him by sucking his dick. Aren’t I clever? He was nice to me later so all’s well that ends well.

I have to say, that after our little drought, that was a lovely way to get back on track. We’re both happy, my bottom is sore, and we both love that. Dan says it’s easier to make his point with a quick spanking when my bottom is already sore. This is fine by me, as long as he keeps that awful hairbrush away from my bottom. That is one spanking I’m not going to forget for quite some time! Ouch!