Spanking Bethie

Just a quickie while I continue to try to catch up after my fun weekend.

And the prize of the day is…*drumroll here*…the riding crop with the thin slapper!

Okay, so my campaign to convince Dan that the reward system would work better isn’t exactly going the way I had planned. It seems he’s under the delusion that being good is the default therefore I shouldn’t be rewarded for behaving as I should.

Now what kind of logic is that? I say that since my nature is to be a brat, being good is hard work and should be rewarded. Rewarded with prizes, I say.

Unluckily Dan gets to decide these things and he thinks my reasoning is flawed. He doesn’t understand the amount of energy I have to expend every day trying to be good. Countless times during the day, temptation flaunts itself in front of me and it takes all of my will power to keep from giving in to it.

Dan doesn’t realize how often I bite my tongue to keep from doing or saying something bratty. And how about all the times I don’t reach out and yank his boxers down when I get the chance? I should definitely get a prize for that.

But noooooo! Instead of getting a reward that I want, he gets to pick the prize and use it as he sees fit. Today he saw fit to use the crop on my breasts when I said “no” to him. I don’t know what I said “no” to now, that’s long forgotten, but his system just isn’t working for me. Two quick swats with the crop for saying “no” didn’t exactly deter me. Instead it frustrated me to have two stinging, tingling nipples and no relief in sight.

I think he’s got a much more evil plan at work here. He’s teasing me with these so-called prizes. Instead of getting a full-blown spanking, he just gives me a taste of each one. A swat from his hand, a lick of the strap, and a couple of swats with the crop won’t do anything but get me riled up and he knows it!

With his system, Dan gives me a swat or two and I get told to behave while he goes on about his business like nothing’s wrong. I want to yell, “Hey, I’m still bent over here! Where are you going?”

At first I blamed this new behavior on all the work he’s doing trying to get SpankingBlog back up and running. (If you didn’t know, it crashed last week.) But now I think he’s got a plan. A plan to drive me crazy!

Or wait…maybe the man is even more devious than that. Maybe he’s trying to push me into making good on my threat to bite his butt. Dan’s promised me a caning for that one. I’m really going to have to think about this one. I’m not sure which I want more, to bite his butt or be good.

Oh no! I’m back to that same spanko dilemma – be good or get spanked? Ack! *wink*

As Dan and I were on our way to do some shopping, he began to remind me to behave myself, which is usual for that type of outing. I was trying to listen to him and drive at the same time when I heard something that made my ears perk right up. I heard him say there would be a prize. A prize?

Needless to say, I became extremely excited and was practically bouncing up and down in my seat as I began to quiz him about said prize. Unluckily it was a sad case of wishful thinking. It seems he actually said there would be a “price” not a “prize” for my behavior.

Darn it! I thought I was going to get a prize. I’m still trying to convince him that the reward system beats the punishment one but he doesn’t agree. *sigh*

I’m still working on him though. Everytime he says “price”, I act excited and ask hopefully, “Prize? Did you say prize?” I’ll wear him down…maybe. 😉

I’m happy to report that I finally stopped sniffling so we got to have some serious play time here. It was good, too. Oh yeah…real good!

Dan, being the type of guy that he is, decided to draw it out over the whole day to make me crazy. We’d made plans to do some shopping and go out to eat so I wasn’t expecting anything to happen until we got home that evening. I should’ve known Dan would have other plans.

Just as we were getting ready to leave, he announced that it was time take care of my accumulated spanking points. That caught me completely off guard and before I could come up with a good reason to wait, Dan tells me he has a reason for spanking me before we go out. He thinks it’ll keep me from misbehaving while we’re out.

I have to admit I get a little crazy when we’re in Super Wal-Mart. I don’t know what it is about that place that makes me act like a brat, but it’s where I always lose my battle to be good. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I think the fluorescent lights hypnotize me while they send subliminal messages through the piped in music.

Why else would I think I could get away with ordering Dan around or leaving him in my dust as I race my cart madly down aisles I had no intention of going down? Wal-Mart, with their supply of sturdy wooden cooking utensils and other spank-worthy implements, isn’t the best place to act like a brat so I don’t know what gets into me.

Dan had decided that the best way to insure I’d be good was to spank me before we left and I had a chance to get into any more trouble. Luckily I didn’t have too many points so it was a quickie but it still smarted and stayed with me for a little while. It got me through Wal-Mart without any trouble anyway! LOL

The rest of the day went smoothly and we enjoyed our time together. Since I knew I was going to get play time, I was on my best behavior. It’s amazing how sweet I can be when I’ve been promised a good spanking. (I’m not hinting around or anything btw. *wink*)

Dan and I spent some quiet time winding down and then cuddling on the bed. Eventually he rolled me onto my stomach and began spanking me with his hand. He gave me a wonderful warm-up, alternating soft spanks with harder ones and rubbing my bottom every so often.

Once he had me good and warm, Dan moved on and spanked me with a paddle and then the strap. I was surprised at how quickly I had warmed up. I was relaxed and enjoying my spanking sooner than usual. The sensations were wonderful and I lost myself in the feeling.

I’d reached that special place where I was floating and every spank was sending delightful tingles across my bottom and then between my legs right up to my clit. I was so busy enjoying myself that even when Dan switched over to the new crop and began using it harder than ever, I didn’t complain.

I think that surprised him a little because he commented on the fact that I still seemed to be enjoying myself. I was in my happy place so I just nodded and moaned a little which must have encouraged him because he didn’t slow down and even increased his swing a little.

That was just fine with me because that crop finally felt good and I was really enjoying its sting. I love it when I get to the point when an implement I didn’t enjoy too much before becomes enjoyable. It doesn’t always happen but it usually does. The last example of this phenomenon was the cane. Now it’s the new crop with its stingy little slapper.

Dan eventually wrapped up my spanking with his usual expert use of the flogger which left me in seventh heaven and as relaxed as can be. Making love after that was intense and incredibly intimate. I love it when he tells me how good my hot bottom feels against him. I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way and something about the way he says it makes me feel sensuous and loved.

It was a great spanking and I’m please to say I can add another implement to my list of enjoyable toys; the new crop. Mission accomplished! *grin*