Spanking Bethie All about my spankings and my love


Spanking Good Sting

Filed under: Blog entries — Bethie @ 9:23 pm


For some reason, Dan has decided that bending me over the arm of our sofa and spanking me is great fun. I wouldn’t mind but we never close our curtains and I’m always worried someone is going to see us. Well, not us exactly, more like my bare bottom.

Dan thinks I’m being silly so he ignores my complaints on that subject and just keeps on spanking me. His favorite toy at the moment is our little oar paddle so I’ve been feeling that toy’s sting quite a bit lately while draped over our sofa’s arm. I don’t get to worry about it for too long though. It’s hard to think too much about showing off my bare bottom to the world when that paddle is being applied to my bottom. It doesn’t look like much of a paddle but it can deliver some serious sting. I think it’s all that varnish it’s coated with that makes it so stingy.

I like that toy so much I even bought extra to give away as prizes in the Spanking Den’s contests. I enjoy spreading the love around. I just don’t want anyone seeing me enjoying that love, especially my neighbors!

My neighbors think I’m crazy anyway so I guess it doesn’t matter. If any of them have been paying attention lately, I’m sure they think I’m really losing it. It’s that time of year and the bugs have returned. I’m one of those people who can’t stand most bugs anyway and the ones that fly or have stingers really freak me out. Everytime I find one I find something to hit it with first and go into action. I squeal as I slap at it and then turn run away from it after every swing. It gets pretty intense if I can’t kill it pretty quickly. That’s when I usually go look for Dan. He understands that it’s his job to kill the bugs.

Yesterday I found a bug and was doing my usual loud and frantic attack on it. The difference was that this bug was a hornet of some kind and was hanging out in the doorway so I couldn’t get in the house. Luckily I found some bug spray so that gave me some advantage. I could stand back and spray to my heart’s content. But still, I couldn’t help myself. I’d shoot a stream of bug spray at it and then run away squealing.

I’m sure it was pretty comical but I was sure that thing was going to chase me down and sting me. Hence all the running and squealing. I may like it when Dan stings my bottom with that oar paddle, or pretty much any toy, but if I’m faced with a bug that stings, I just can’t run away fast enough. And the squealing is much, much louder. I’d much rather be bent over that cushiony sofa arm getting a spanking kind of sting any day. That’s the kind of sting I can handle anytime!


Big Spanking Strap

Filed under: Blog entries — Bethie @ 12:42 am


The other morning I was being a bum, lying in bed watching some bad morning tv, and generally being bored. That is until Dan appeared and started quizzing me about what plans I had for the day. While I told him my plans, he started pinching my nipples and I started giggling and wiggling my naked butt around in the bed. All that pinching was making it hard to remember what I wanted to do besides enjoy all the attention he was giving my happy nipples.

About that time, Dan turned to the closet and started going through the toys hanging there. I got excited when I realized he was serious and I was going to get a good morning spanking. Yay!

Even when he turned around holding the long riding crop and that big strap, I was still excited. It’d been awhile since I’d felt that big strap on my bottom and after the big nipple pinching session, my bottom was feeling very greedy so I was all for having some fun with it.

That big strap was made by John of Leatherthorn Paddles and it’s one heck of an implement. It has a basketweave side and a smooth side which gives it two different sensations when it lands. I have a love/hate relationship with it. But that morning, all I could feel was the love…right in that most greedy and intense spot.

Dan didn’t do much warm up and pretty much just got right into the spanking. He started with the riding crop and began landing very stingy whacks all over my bottom. Every once in awhile, he’d use the length of the crop and land a stinging line across my bottom. That was super ouchie.

I was kicking and doing my usual squawking when he told me to lie still for him. I forced myself to lie still and that’s when he started strapping me. I’d forgotten how much that thing burned when it landed. It’s pretty intense so I rode out the waves while doing my best to be still. It’s not easy to be still when you’re bottom’s on fire, but I didn’t do too bad a job.

The one surprise I received was when I looked back over my shoulder and saw Dan swing that strap back over his shoulder. I looked away fast and waited for the strap to land. That was kinda scary, but in that good way.

I had to start complaining again though. Dan switched back to the crop, then the strap, then the crop…you get the picture. Burn, burn, burn, sting, sting sting, then start all over again. About the time I’d get used to one sensation, he’d change implements and I’d get some time to feel the other. It was a crazy sensation play ride. I loved it!

Somewhere in all of that sensation riding, I settled way down and just had a good time. That’s when Dan knows I’m in the zone and enjoying myself. He’s a good man to give me what I want like that.

Eventually he decided my bottom was the perfect shade of red and told me to move over to make room on the bed for him. That was some good stuff, let me tell ya. It was also a perfect way to start the day!

What was almost as good was, even though I didn’t bruise or show any long lasting redness, my bottom was good and tender for two days! Two days! I rarely get that kind of sweet tenderness for longer than a day. I couldn’t believe it. Dan and I have decided we’ll have to try that again sometime soon. Not really soon though. It takes some time for my bottom to get itself worked up to that level of greediness, but I’ll get there. I always do.


A Birching Story

Filed under: Blog entries — Bethie @ 1:04 pm


The kind and most talented Magdelena has shared a link to a delicious birching story she wrote, To the Blood.

Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:

Discarding the bulk, he lines a clutch of rods at their base, softly manipulating them in a spiky dance until they align like a cruel whisk. Around my neck, tied as a choker is a thick band of black velvet, an intentional adornment whose innocent appearance is about to betrayed. He tells me to remove it and hand it to him, for it is to be used as the bind and it is with shaking fingers that I untie the knot and hand the strip to him.




Filed under: Blog entries — Bethie @ 10:59 pm


Since I mentioned switches, I thought it was just natural to move onto birching. I’ve never been birched but I’ve read plenty about it and seen a few pics. Although I’m not completely sure how I feel about it, I’m curious. Curiosity can be a dangerous thing in a girl like me, so I decided to do a little research before I got my bottom into serious trouble.

First I read a few stories on the web. Then I found a series of movies appropriately named “Birchington Manor” at Spanking Vids. The birching looked pretty ouchie but at least they got some nice after-care.


The girls of “Birchington Manor” seem to be having some real fun, but I’m still thinking I don’t think I want to visit that particular manor.

I don’t think I’m done researching just yet, I’m having too much fun!


Time To Go Looking For Switches

Filed under: Blog entries — Bethie @ 6:43 pm


May is here, the days are warmer, the outdoors are calling, and you know what that means…it’s time to go looking for switches! Or at least that’s what Dan seems to think ever since he saw this photo from Vintage Spanking Photos.

Last summer while we were out in the woods, Dan made a nice long switch and we had a little fun with it. It was a whippy and stingy implement that he liked quite a bit. He liked it so much he took it home with us. I was a little worried because that was a toy that could get me hopping in no time at all. It made me all the more fond of my nice leather paddles and straps. But the switch was handy and much quieter which was convenient since we were traveling at the time.

Not that it mattered the time he switched me out in the woods. He was having a great time switching me and I was yelping and jumping. The switch might have been quiet but I sure wasn’t. Ohhh and that awful “swiiissh” noise it made was almost scary. “Swiiisshh!” It was a soft noise followed by a big sting. Very ouchie! I would’ve been quite happy to leave it in the woods, but not Dan. He had to bring it back from our hike as a souvenir.

Also, I think he liked seeing how quick I’d scamper up the trail as he walked along swishing that awful thing around. “Swiiisssh!”

Luckily switches aren’t implements with long lives. They have to be cut fresh and then once they dry up and get brittle they tend to break.

Yup. They break up into nice little useless pieces that you can stomp right into nothing….ummmm not that I would know anything about stomping on old dried up mean switches. Really, I don’t. *wink*


Naked Girl With A Paddle

Filed under: Blog entries — Bethie @ 10:40 pm


It’s time for all those fun outdoor activities we all love. You know, camping, boating, cook-outs, naked ping pong…well, okay, maybe that last one isn’t for everyone. *wink*

But you know now that I think of it, I don’t know why we don’t have a ping pong table in our home. It would seem like a natural acitvity for a couple of spankos like us. It’s fun and there are paddles involved.

We could even develop some new rules. Although I have the feeling no matter who won, my bottom would be the one getting up close and personal with the paddles. Just sounds like good clean fun to me!

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