
So, pretty much every implement we own gets dumped out on the bed and I try to remember why I like this again. Oh yeah, because I am crazy. Got it. So face down on the bed I go into a pile of pillows. Simon decides to warm up with the cane. I yelp that that is NOT a warm up. (Actually, with practice it can be a great warmup, but we are out of practice!) He switched to other things that made me squawk then settled on the lovely leather paddle. It's my favorite. I got that with some hand spanking for a little bit. The wooden spoon snuck in some too. I hate that stingy thing and he likes the noises I make when he uses it.
Ow! Ow! Hey that hurts! Ow!
Then someone decided I did not need pants.
Hey! Those are my personal pants! I didn't say you could pull them down!
Oh I need to ask?
Yes you do!
No I don't. WHACK WHACK WHACK!
OWWWW!
The middle of the spanking is a blur of wooden spoon, bath brush, leather strap, rubber paddle, delrin loop, leather paddle, cane and wooden school paddle. I think there was a fair amount of swearing in there too. What is it about canes that suddenly make spankers the swear word police?
Since we've been playing bingo recently he thought it was a good idea to sing that stupid song and keep time with each implement.
B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, and Bingo was his name O!
Luckily several of the nastier ones only got one B-I-N-G-O! That many with the delrin loop would have knocked the wind out of me.
As we were winding down, he asked if I wanted to finish with the cane.
Maybe.
Do you want to count 12?
Maybe.
Do you want to be done after that?
Maybe.
Twelve lovely cane strokes later I found myself clearing off the dining room table and bending over for "six of the best" with the school paddle. I tried to convince him six of the medium was enough but I guess that didn't have the same ring to it. How can you not love a guy who doesn't fall for that? I am expecting a bruise or two, I need to check later for sure. The soreness doesn't last long for me but I do still have that warm rosy feeling on my backside. Sigh. Happiness.
I love this crazy thing we do. Even when it hurts and I question why I like it, I still like it. The pain is still pain, but feels good too. I yelp and squawk about it and fuss that I am not taking my spanking gracefully enough, but I take everything he gives me. I don't understand it all and probably never will. but it continues to fascinate me and probably always will.