Bottom vs. Spoon

I had a run in with an old nemesis last night.  The nasty, stingy wooden spoon.  It's your basic run of the mill, kitchen aisle, wooden spoon.  Nothing fancy, but stings like a swarm of bees attacking your bare bottom.  (You all know what I am talking about.)

Last night Simon decided someone needed a spanking, and that someone was me! Yay!  I was very happy he was feeling up to doing some spanking, it's been a while and I was extra happy he felt good enough to be the one initiating it.  But then I started dragging my feet.  Funny how easy it is to say I want a spanking when I am not going to get one and how hard it is to let myself admit I want it when it is staring me in the face.  I still have moments where my mind can not quite grasp that my body likes this.

Anyway...

I ended up draped over Simon's lap on our great big, comfy new bed.  Half the arsenal was sitting next to him which did not make me happy since it has been so long since my last spanking.  I was super tense and could not relax which frustrated me.  When I get frustrated while someone is smacking my butt with a stingy mean spoon I get mad and then I cry.  So I did.  I told him I was not in the good place and he offered to stop but I didn't want to be left in the BAD place.  Ugh.  So he asked me if I wanted him to spank me out of it.  I said, "I don't know," which means yes but I was having a really hard time with saying yes.

So he spanked me some more and I cried a bit and threatened a bit and was dramatic, but as he pointed out towards the end, I never told him I was done and to stop.  And so we come to the spoon...

I was having a decent mix of hand spanking and leather paddle with the donkey hide rubber paddle mixed in( and not being awful for once) when Simon picked up his dumb spoon and started stinging my backside with bee-sting swats.  I was squawking in my usual colorful and loud fashion when the spoon broke!

Yes folks that's right, my bottom finally defeated the nasty old spoon!  There is something so satisfying about breaking an implement with your butt.  It's like when you play expert level Minesweeper for 3 days hours and finally win.  The spoon can now be retired as the 3rd implement to be defeated by my bottom.  Go me! 

That was by no means the end of my spanking but it seemed to make me happy enough to get to a better space in my head.  After that, I enjoyed a light to medium spanking with the leather strap and we finished out feeling pretty good.  I was not very sore, it takes a lot for it to linger, but I had a couple of small bruises this morning.  I felt better and I hope we're getting back on the spanko wagon.

Of course I came home cranky today, so I probably need another one...
Spanking not spoon that is!