Monday, March 30, 2015

Real Neat Blog Award!



I was nominated for the Real Neat Blog Award by Renee Rose! Thank you so much Renee.

Real Neat Blog Award Rules


1. Put the Award Logo in your post

2. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you

4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.

5. Let them know you nominated them.

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Questions:
1).  What was your first car and did you name it?


My first car was a very American car, Chevy Celebrity. It was a year older than I was, and super swanky, even swankier than DH's car. No name though.  :D
 
2).  What's the most public place you have had sex/spanky fun or otherwise been naughty?


Well, some of you may remember my quest and longing for some outdoor hanky panky, and I am definitely happy to say, that DH and I love having fun together in the water.  
 
3).  I just tried alligator tail for the first time. What's the most unusual or site specific food you've ever eaten?


I don't like to label people as picky eaters, but then, I totally am, and am not very likely to eat anything weird. I would have to be pretty hungry I think.
 
4) What do you listen to on the radio?


Alternative radio station
 
5).  What's the last thing that made you cry? (it's okay if it was just a movie or youtube video!)


Ever since having children, the oddest things make me cry, like commercials, watching a really good speech, although in this case, I think its Friends, which I am rewatching on Netflix - in order, no commercials, as many as I can  handle. How awesome is that? lol
 
6).  What's worse: preparing taxes or spring cleaning around the house?


Still not having gotten your refund way after you were supposed to have gotten it....
 
7).  Have you always known, or was there a particular moment when you realized you were interested in spanking?


When I first came to America and into DH's house, I found his porn stack (not hidden at all) and one of them was spanking. I had never known that was a kink, a sexual activity, but that was definitely the first moment.

Now, I nominate DelFonte, Pearl Necklace, Blondie, and Roz!

My questions: 

1. Are you an outdoorsy kind of person?
2. What is one thing you would tell yourself if you could go and visit yourself ten years ago?
3. What do you like about blogging and how did you get into it?
4. What is the last thing you did that you were super proud of?
5. How is the weather outside right now?
6. Where are your blog visitors from?
7. Which blog post(s) are you most proud of or happy to have written down?

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Oops....

This morning, we were still sweating from our first love making after taking a five day break (period, cramps) I realized I had forgotten to do something DH had told me to do the morning before. Probably exactly 24 hours earlier. My first thought was, oh, he didn't notice or ask me about it again, he probably forgot, so why bother telling him.
But the moment was just too perfect and I felt like I had to tell him after all. And I did.
To be honest, I think he had forgotten too until I said it.

"Seems like you should be getting a spanking for that." he said, but didn't actually move or indicate in any other way that he meant now.

So I rolled over onto my stomach, agreeing with him.

He started spanking me real hard, with loud smacks, hitting just the perfect spots over and over, never missing a slap or mis-aligning them.

"I should make sure to use my left hand more often when I spank you." I hear him say all proud as he continues to light a fire on my cheeks.

And hours later, I can still feel the his hand on both my cheeks, reminding me to get it done now and not forget again.  :D

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Red Bottoms Espresso - Hannah's Beginning - Chapter 4

To start from the beginning:  PrologChapter 1Chapter 2, and Chapter 3.

"This is where I do the administrative work for the business,” he said.  “And also,” he said, “Where I provide discipline.”  He put his hand on her shoulder as he stepped around her and crossed the carpet to the unopened door.  "And this," he said, opening the door, "Is the bathroom."  He held the door for her and she walked in.  It was a large tiled bathroom with an oversized walk-in shower, a toilet, and a sink with a large vanity.  

"Sometimes it's not convenient for you girls to get ready for your shift at home, due to circumstances.  You can always come here and use this bathroom if you need to."  He opened the large cabinet to the right of the mirror over the sink.  "I also keep some cosmetics on hand for just that purpose."  She saw lipstick, nail polish, eye shadow, and even hair bands, all neatly organized on shelves.  A hair dryer and curler rested on the bottom shelf.   She noticed a stack of small bins with drawers on that shelf  of the type popular at a European household goods store.  Each had a black label with a name embossed in white, made by an old-school label maker:

"BUTTERCUP"
"DAISY"
"ROSE"
"IRIS"
"LILY"
"ORCHID"

"Each of my girls has a place to store whatever toiletries she would like," he said, following her line of sight.  "Your stage name is Buttercup, so that's yours."  He opened the cabinet in the corner.  "Towels and toilet paper are here.  You can just hang up your towel after your shower.  I expect the bathroom to look exactly the way it does right now every time you use it.  OK?"

"OK," she replied.  The bathroom was clean and bright.   She decided that it was the nicest bathroom she had ever seen.  

"OK, Daddy," he corrected.

"OK, Daddy," she said.  She heard her voice echo off the tile.

"Out we go," he said.  He followed her out the door and back into the office.  She walked toward the middle of the room where the solitary chair was standing, and then stopped.  With a jolt of electricity that started in her feet and ricocheted through her groin, she suddenly understood the meaning of the chair, standing alone in the center of the room.  Her mouth went dry.

"Why Buttercup?"  She turned, trying to distract him.  "Daddy," she added quickly, smiling.  He smiled back as he looked down at her, but she thought he looked sad as he did so, and a muscle clenched in his jaw.  

"Buttercup flowers are in the Ranculus genus.  On the East side of the Cascades in this state, it's called coyote's eyes."  He walked over to the chair and sat down facing her.  She felt her stomach drop into her shoes.  "In my neighborhood, if you rubbed a buttercup on your chin and it turned yellow, it meant you had a girlfriend."  He sat tall in the chair, with his legs in a wide array.  She was mesmerized by his hands on the hard thighs she had lain across on the leather couch against the wall.  "I… like flowers for stage names," he said.  “You are replacing a girl who was playing the role of Buttercup.”  Her eyes had wandered from his hands on his legs and she furtively stole a glance at his package, and then she quickly looked back into his eyes, embarrassed.  If he had followed her eyes, he pretended not to.

"All right," he said briskly.  "Let's continue your training."  She swallowed hard.  "Before you receive a spanking, and sometimes just because, you will be required to assume a waiting position."  He paused.  "When I tell you to go wait for me, I expect you to come here to this office, and stand there in that corner." He pointed to the far corner directly across from his desk.  “I also expect,” he continued, “You to bare your bottom and assume a position.”  Her mind seemed to have lagged behind the conversation.  Position?  What did that mean?  He wanted her to stand naked in the corner?

He had been reading her expression.  “A position just shows that you are submitting” – he emphasized the word – “to a spanking.  On purpose.  That’s why I want you to bare your bottom.  If you are wearing pants like today, I want you to pull them down to your thighs, and then clasp your fingers on top of your head.  If you’re wearing a skirt, I want you to pull down your panties and then raise and hold your skirt.”  Her face flushed, and her eyes brightened.  She shifted her weight on her feet.

He nodded toward the corner.  She turned quickly and walked across the office with the air of a girl who had decided to jump into the pool no matter how cold the water was.  She stopped at the wall and pulled down her sweats with both hands at her hips.  Her white panties now lay inside out in her sweat pants just above her knees.  Her bottom flashed in the soft light as she stood up, raised her arms and clasped her hands on her head.  She stared at the wall, feeling the cool air on her newly exposed skin.

“Breathe,” he said.  “Take a deep breath in and hold it now.”  His voice reminded her of butterscotch.  She slowly filled her lungs with as much air as she could, and then held it.  “And now let it out.”  She exhaled slowly, and felt her shoulders relax a little as her lungs contracted. “Keep breathing in slowly, holding, and then letting the breath out,” he said.  “Control your breathing.  Relax your body.”  She held her breath again, and then slowly blew it out against the wall.  She concentrated just on her breathing, slowly quieting her thumping pulse.  She willed herself to relax into the exercise.  For a brief moment, she forgot where she was and closed her eyes, breathing in slowly, holding her breath, and then exhaling in one long, smooth whoosh of air.  She could still hear his voice lingering in the room, and she thought of the spanking to come.  She breathed in, one long smooth breath, and then held it.  She felt her sex tingling and she knew her pussy was wet.  She let the breath go.

“Come here,” he commanded.  “Keep your hands on your head,” he said, as she started to bring them down.  She put her arms back up, turned, and walked over to his chair.  “Please stand on the right side of the chair.”  She stopped and stood to his right.  She did feel more relaxed after waiting, but now she could feel his presence as she stood next to him. Her adrenaline pulsed through her veins.  “This is my spanking chair, for lack of a better name for it,” he said.  “I will usually give you what’s known as an OTK spanking, which is an acronym for Over The Knee. He held his hand out his left hand, and put his right hand behind her back.  She leaned forward and he supported her weight until she was bent in an awkward inverted “V” across his lap, standing on her toes and fingertips.  His right hand found her bottom and rested across both cheeks right over her bottom hole.  She startled at the touch and flinched, but then forced herself to relax.

“Good girl,” he said.  His hand easily spanned her bottom.  He started massaging it, slowly rubbing up and down over her buttocks.  She stared at her fingers on the carpet as he continued to rub her bottom.  In this position, her skin was stretched taught.  He brought his hand back, and then down sharply on her right cheek.

Crack!  “Ow!”  Slap! “Oooo!”  Crack!  “OWW!”  This spanking seemed harder than her first.  One of her legs kicked up off the floor.  He continued spanking her.

“Keep your feet on the floor.”  WHACK!  His hand caused her bottom to deform as he spanked her hard across the middle of her sit spot.  

“Ahhh!”  She was crying.  Her ass was still sore from yesterday, and the spanking already really hurt.   Her weight had now fully transferred to his lap.  He kept spanking her hard, covering her whole bottom, from just above the groove between her buttocks to just below her sit spot.  Time seemed to stop for Hannah as she became lost in the spanking.  She let herself go as he spanked her right cheek, and then her left, alternating the intensity.

Crack!  WHACK!  Crack!  WHACK!

“Ahhhhh uhn hah!” she cried.  He stopped, and released her hand at her back.  She put her hand back down on the floor.  She hung limply across his legs, sobbing, as he massaged her bottom gently.  She gradually quieted, and he removed his hand.  Her bottom felt red hot.

“Please stand up,” he said.  He helped her maneuver off his lap.  She shakily climbed to her feet and stood next to his chair, sniffling and wiping her eyes, as he held his hand on the small of her back.  He produced a tissue and she took it and cleaned her nose.  Whatever modesty she had walked in with had now evaporated as she stood next to his chair, naked from her waist to her knees in front of this man, with her butt on fire.  

Dan had been watching her carefully throughout the spanking session, and he was pleased to see that she was behaving like a true submissive.  She protested during the spanking, and kicked her legs, but she had remained on his lap and followed his directions as best she could.  It was a good start.  “Come with me, please,” he said.

He released the small of her back, and stood up too, and walked over to the mirrored wall.  "Turn around," he said, when she had joined him.  "Now look at your bottom in the mirror," he said.  She turned her head and looked at her bottom in the mirror.  She instantly flashed back to yesterday, when she had done a very similar inspection of herself in the bathroom in Renee’s apartment.  She had expected to see red skin then, based on how her ass was killing her all the way home.  And maybe welts and boils too - it really hurt!  But nothing, except maybe some slight pink.  

Her mouth opened as she saw the bright red skin in an oval pattern on her backside.  She didn't see any marks or welts.  The skin was uniformly red across the whole area of the spanking.  She danced a little in place in spite of herself, as she remembered the sharp sting of his hand. 

"This is what our customers want to see," he said, reaching out to hold her arm.  As she looked over her shoulder, she saw them standing together in the mirror.  Her back was squarely reflected.  Her brown hair looked stringy as it fell over her "WWU" sweatshirt.  Her eyes were drawn to her bottom, which was still quivering in the mirror from her dance, lobster-red from her spanking.  She noticed that the spanking had gone further down her thighs than she had realized.  Her sweats had stayed above her knees, with her white panties intact between her legs.  Her thick wool socks matched her sweatshirt.   He stood facing her left side, closely enough to speak directly into her ear.

"I want you to be a good girl for Daddy."  He turned his head and followed her gaze to her red bottom.  "Good girls get spankings once a week, to remind them to keep being good girls."  He smiled up into her eyes in the mirror.  His fingers, which easily encircled her upper arm, tightened.  "Bad girls that break the rules get spanked more often to help them be good girls."  He spoke directly into her ear again, and she felt his warmth breath across the side of her face and her neck.  "Do you want to be a good girl for Daddy?"  She stared at him in the mirror, but he was looking at her directly.  She turned to face him and locked eyes with his.  She wanted to rub her poor butt with her hands, or sit down on something cold.  The inside of her thighs were both wet just below her womanhood, betraying the arousal that had almost overcome her during the spanking.  She had clearly seen the wet spot in her panties that had formed as it leaked from her when she had stood up, and was dripping out of her even then. 

"Yes, Daddy," she said.  She nodded, holding his gaze, and then dropped her eyes to his chest.  He reached out and took her chin in his hand and lifted it until her eyes were on his again.

"My rules are simple and designed to help you," he said.  "I will always help you meet the requirements of a rule before I hold you accountable."  He released her chin.  "For example, the last time we met, I said that my girls all go bare."  He looked down at her thick brown triangle of pubic hair.  She blushed as her modesty made a slow return.  "I expect you to shave all of your hair down there so that you are totally smooth.  Starting right now."  He turned and walked to the bathroom door.  The light turned on as he walked in and opened the cabinet to the left of the sink.  "Use these trimmers first," he said handing the cordless, professional-looking unit.  "I took the liberty of putting a razor and a can of shaving cream in your bin."  He closed the cabinet.  "I want you to keep all the hair off your legs, your bottom, and all the hair down there.  And under your arms, of course."  He smiled.  "Do you think you can shave yourself OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said.  Her bottom felt itchy now.  

"Good girl," he said.  "Take a shower, wash your hair and put it up in a bun.  You'll find hair clips in your bin as well."  He turned to walk out.  “Please put on your uniform when you’re clean and ready.”

The door closed behind him and she was alone in the large bathroom.  She put the hair trimmer on the counter and pulled off her sweatpants and panties.  Her hands went to her bottom, and she jumped a little when her palms touched her hot skin.  "Oooo, shit," she said under her breath.  She stood looking at herself in the mirror with her hands on her bottom.  She pulled off her sweatshirt and her bra and put all of her clothes in her bin.  She had never used trimmers before, but she easily found the "on" switch on the side, and they hummed to life.  She tentatively held them down to her pubis and raked the combed blade across her pubic hair.  The pile of hair at her feet grew as she gained confidence, until she thought she could finish the job in the shower.  She swept up the hair with a hand broom she found under the sink, and then turned on the water.

She took the razor and shaving cream into the shower with her, along with her body wash and shampoo.  She shaved herself bare, and then shaved her legs and underarms.  She stood in the shower for a moment, thinking, and then sighed.  She’d have to shave everything, she decided.  She lifted her right leg and placed it on the side of the tub, leaned over, and then reached back with the razor and shaved the area around her anus.   She washed her hair and got out and stood naked on the bathmat under the warm light in the ceiling.  She felt clean as she dried off with the oversized towel.  She dried her hair and put it up in a tight bun, using the hair clips he had left for her.  She decided to apply makeup too, although she couldn't remember if he had asked her to do that.   She unzipped the garment bag she had hung on the back of the door, and got dressed in her uniform.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

What's that on the Bedside Table?

For days, maybe even a couple weeks now, DH has had two strips of cloth on his bedside table. I am not sure what they are from, or where he got them, or if he even knows they are there. What are they for?

I finally took a closer look earlier, and I think they would work perfectly as hand restraints, so now I am thinking he put them there at some point with some fun in mind. Although we haven't had much time for fun lately, and DH has had two solo trips going out of state this past month. And now that is finally done with.

I never like when DH leaves, goes on a business trip or something. I always think its stupid that I don't like it, I mean what if something happens to him? For real, and he would no longer be with me at all? I always see him leaving as a reminder to be grateful for our time together, but you can see how that is a bit morbid...

So, now that he is not leaving again in the near future, and work is starting to calm down again, I think its time to find some time for each other. I am thinking those strips of cloth on his bedside table are there for a reason, and I can't wait to find out!

Friday, March 13, 2015

Picture Friday - Blogspot Censorship Edition

Hi, DH here!  I don't usually do the Friday picture post, but the recent decision (and hasty reversal) by Google to pull the plug on ALL erotic content for blogs got my ire up.  Thank you Google for choosing the right action, but shame on you for even considering silencing an important, human interaction on the public utility that is the internet.

In that spirit, here are some images that even Google couldn't take offense to, as they are comprised of text only.

I have to admit, I'd never seen animated ascii art, pretty cool.


I am SO READY for this tonight ;).


More animation - I love how she dances.


Julia can tell you I'm a total sucker for panties.  Even ASCII :-D






ASCII art like I remember.  


Have a great weekend everyone!

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Hero pose

My Manager's boss reached out to me this morning for a quick meeting.  Ruh roh.  I've been through a TON of re-orgs, so I recognized the tone of the request right away.

"Oh SHIT, I'm fired," I told Julia.

"No!  CONFIDENT," she said.  "Do a hero pose!"

Ugh.  That's where you stand with one leg extended as far back as you (comfortably) can so that your front leg bends at the knee, and you raise your arms in a "YEAH, I ROCK" pose.

"Are you doing it?" she called from the shower.  OK, fine.  I did the pose and put my arms in the air, although I have to admit not pulling off the not caring part, and held the pose as long as I could, thinking FUUUUUUUCKKK YEAHHHHHH as hard as I could in my head.  My arm muscles started to sing, and I could definitely feel the stretch in both legs.  I stood up.

I dialed into the meeting, and was confident, calm and collected.  Which was really beneficial, as it turns out I haven't lost my job, but management above me has gone through a shakeup, and now I report to someone else.  In fact, it was my new boss that broke the news to me, so I was really happy that I'd taken the time to collect myself, and present myself accordingly.

I guess there's something to Julia's yoga after all, heh.  :)

Monday, March 9, 2015

Red Bottoms Espresso - Hannah's Beginning - Chapter 3


To start from the beginning:  Prolog, Chapter 1, and Chapter 2.

Hannah arrived early the next day.  She had spent the previous night in turmoil about her new job choice. She had decided not to come back, and then changed her mind at least two hundred times since yesterday afternoon, but the need for income finally won out.  As she pulled into the office parking lot in her small car, she gave the coffee stand a careful look.  It seemed to have holiday decorations on it, but a large truck was blocking her view so she couldn’t see inside.  Just as well, she thought.  She didn’t want to know what another of Daddy’s girls looked like - she was sure she wouldn’t even compete.

The drive back to Renee’s apartment had been Hell itself - her ass was still on fire from her spanking.  The shock of sitting down in the driver’s seat of her car had made her cry out in pain.  She didn’t know if was that, or the eyedrops that he had given her to put in her eyes, but somehow the drab grey had been looked fresh and clear.  Traffic lights looked brighter. She felt almost… happy.  Why?  She had been spanked until she was a red blubbering mess over his lap.  

Her bottom had still felt sore this morning, although she couldn’t find any sign of the spanking as she examined it in the mirror in the bathroom.  She had slipped off her couch early and taken as much time as she wanted to in the bathroom.  She didn’t have a lot of clothes to choose from in her permanently packed duffel bag, but she chose her best white panties, and shivered as she put them on.  She had been sure he would see them today.

Gathering what was left of her courage, Hannah got out of her car, and walked into the outer office, and then down the hall to his office.  It was 7:00 am exactly.

“Come in,” Daddy’s deep voice said from inside the office.

She opened the door and stepped across the threshold onto the plush beige carpet of his office.  “Good morning, Hannah,” he said smiling, as he rose from his chair behind the desk.  He walked over to take her hand in greeting.  She noticed that the large, old-fashioned chair that had been next to the couch had been positioned in the center of the room.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she said shyly.  He was dressed in black jeans and black work boots, with an oversized flannel shirt loosely untucked over a black t-shirt.  The part of her that been insisting that she not do this, not be here, and definitely not take this job, finally dissipated and left her.  She had, for better or worse, made her choice.

“I’m glad you are on time today,” he said.  “Tardy girls get a spanking.”  He didn’t smile at all at the last sentence, and she realized he was warning her.  Are you ready for a little tour?”

“Sure, Daddy! That sounds fun.”

He chuckled good-naturedly.  “Good!  Right this way.”  He led her out of the office, down the hall she hadn’t visited yet, and through the door at the end.  

They entered a small warehouse.  Neat stacks of lumber lined the far wall to her left, and she saw tools and construction equipment.  Above, two skylights were black with the 7 am sky in the high ceiling, but the LED lights that were suspended on a light rack lit the space brightly.  An exact replica of the coffee stand in the parking lot stood in front of her, complete with windows and a ramp.  "Here's my first version of the coffee stand," he said.  He looked down at her as she took it in.  "Walk up the ramp and go in."

She looked up and smiled.  "OK," she said, and walked up the short ramp and opened the door on the side of the stand.  "Wow, it looks bigger on the inside,” she said.  She walked into the building and stood between the two large sliding windows.  She was wearing grey sweats and wool socks with plastic shoes more suitable for summertime, and a faded green tunic she'd had since she was fifteen.   She turned slowly, taking an inventory of the coffee stand's equipment.  

A large silver espresso machine took up most of the white counter that spanned the width of the building on the wall opposite the door.  Several small ceramic espresso cups lined the top of the machine, which seemed to be turned on and ready to go.   There was a metal sink with a tall faucet to the right of the machine, but she didn’t notice any handles to turn on the water.  A rectangular stainless steel opening in the counter was for waste, she thought, like dumping coffee grounds.  Above the sink, it looked like there was an unfinished, empty wooden window frame, through which she could see his workbench on the far side of the small warehouse.  

He walked to the side of the stand and stood where a customer would park to order a coffee.  "Press the green button next to the window," he said.  She turned and looked at him through the glass.  From his perspective, he could see her from the knees up; someone sitting in a car would have a lower line of sight, while a customer in a large truck would have a full view.  She found the button next to the window, which was mounted to the wall and labeled, "OPEN."  She pushed it and then jumped in surprise as the whole window smoothly rolled to the right.  

"Oh!"  She laughed and looked down at him through the now-open window.  "Nice," she said.  "And… I see the close button."  She pushed the red button labeled "CLOSE," and the window slowly rolled shut, and then sealed itself in its frame. 

"Same setup on the other side," he said, pointing behind her.  He had raised his voice loudly enough to be heard through the closed window, and she felt a small thrill run up her spine at the sound of his voice.  She turned and saw the two buttons to the right of the window.   "Go ahead and open that one," he said.  She pushed the button and the window slid open.  This time she heard a small pneumatic hiss as the glass door slid on its bearings.  "Customers can pull up on either side of the stand," he said, still speaking loudly enough to be heard inside the tiny building with the window between them closed.  "Try opening it again."

She pushed the button again on his side and it re-opened.  "Two customers can pull up to the coffee stand at the same time," he said.  "Both windows can be open which gives the second customer a preview and improves tips.  The downside is the draft during chilly weather,” he said, grinning suddenly.  She smiled back, and turned so she was fully facing him through the open window. 

"When two vehicles arrive at the stand at the same time, you need to decide who will be first and who will wait.  You will open the window of the waiting customer first and tell him you will be right back to make his coffee, leave the window open, and then open the window for customer number one."  He pointed to his chest with his thumb, cocking an eyebrow.  She laughed.

"What if the first customer takes a long time?"  

"Remember that it's coffee AND a show," he replied.  She blushed as she processed that - she would be wearing a very revealing uniform that would be perfectly visible through both windows, even if one was closed.   "If two vehicles arrive at the same time, choose the truck first.  Our ideal demographic is a man between the ages of 18 and 100 driving a truck, so we wait on them first.  But the car drivers always get the better show."  He took a step forward, and his face became stern.

"You will never be asked to demean yourself.  Your customers will always be friendly, polite, and respectful.  Although you are an entertainer - an adult entertainer, even - your first job is to make a perfect cup of coffee exactly the way the customer wants it."  She looked down at the warehouse floor at his feet, and then back into his eyes.  "You will not be mistreated in any way, by anyone.  You will be celebrated as a beautiful, sexy young woman."  In spite of herself, she sighed in exasperation.  How would anyone find her "sexy," as he put it?  She was a slim 5' 6" with B cup breasts.  Not the usual Hooters material most guys went for, she thought.


She glanced back into his eyes and saw that he was reading her mind.  He seemed to wait for a second, thinking.  "Come out of there, please.  Let me show you the rest of the warehouse."  She walked back out and down the ramp and followed him across the shop area to a door in the wall that had been at his back.  He opened it and held it for her, and she walked back into his office.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Spanking Implement Review #10

Description: Lightweight (but thicker than expected) wooden paddle

Intensity: Depends on how it is used....

Sound level: It was pretty loud and slappy

Feeling during spanking: Surprisingly

DH's comment: "I liked the feel and the heft of the paddle. At first glance it seemed like it would be too thick, but I found the blade of the paddle to be thinner and more flexible than it looked. I was careful to strike Julia’s bottom with the flat of the blade each time, with not too much force. The paddle was absolutely brilliant for spanking her at the top of her thighs, where the it made a deep “thwok” sound at her apex."


I found this paddle at a thrift store a while back, and it had been lying underneath DH's pillow for a while without getting any use.

Our weekend alone was amazing, we enjoyed every moment together, maybe  even a little too much because I was spotting for a week after. Needless to say, we have been taking it easy on the sex front. Usually we are good for a few days without sex without starting to feel a crack in our connection. Couple that with being busy at work, and you get to where we have been the last two weeks. Not a bad place, just no sex.  :(

Last night, he finally decided to at least give this one a try. I was not in the mood. I had a cold over the weekend and have been sleeping more, and I was very tired as he was saying this. But I also knew the children were actually asleep, so over his lap I went.

He spanked me almost cherishing-ly (is that a word?) at the beginning, and I started to relax, but soon he picked up momentum, and his slaps got harder to take as they rained down on me and my poor butt. And yet, I liked it. Breathing through, concentrating on his words, accepting his stinging hand. I liked it.
But not too soon after, it started to freaking hurt, and I started to move more, trying not to move.

And then he pulled out the paddle, I couldn't believe he would do this now, instead of having started with it, and I was suddenly so done with spankings, I just wanted to be  done.

I lay there over his lap, waiting for it to just be over, when he started spanking me lightly here and there, in a fun way, trying out the implement, but I could tell he wasn't going to do more. The paddle felt surprisingly giving and not thuddy at all. It was somewhat lightweight, even though it is kind of big.
After, he held me while we just lay there, skipping sex once again because I was exhausted and soon off to sleep.

My verdict: I look forward to some awake and non-sick/non-tired playtime with this paddle!

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