I’ve finally found a spanking toy Dan can use to not only make my bottom red, but plenty sore as well.  Yes, my bottom has reached a new stage in greediness and soreness.

I don’t know why, but when I saw those paddles, I just had to have them.  They’re heavy, thick, and even have a nice rubberized handle for Dan’s comfort.  I wasn’t concerned with my comfort at all.  I saw those lovely wooden paddles, my bottom started to tingle, and all was lost.

As soon as I handed them over to Dan, he got a gleam in his eyes.  They’re hefty things and he liked the way they felt in his hands.  He immediately ordered me over the arm of the sofa to settle up my latest earned spanks.

You see, I was a little under the weather the other day and I managed to rack up about 35 spanks for saying “Unh-uh!”  I’ve really got to quit saying that!

I wasn’t concerned at all, after all, I’m the one who bought the silly things.  That was right up until Dan landed the first swat.  Ouchie! 

I’d barely recovered when he landed the next one.  Without a warm-up (since it was a correction spanking) that darn paddle hurt worse than I’d ever expected.  Every swat burned deep and caused me to kick and squirm for all I was worth.

By the tenth spank, I was begging for some relief.  Dan stopped and rubbed my bottom a bit and then reminded me I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this particular spanking, and then went right back to spanking.

I think at some point I slid off the arm but my bottom was on fire so anything is possible.  I just remember Dan telling me to get back into position or he’d add more to the count.  It was hard to keep my bottom in position since it seemed to be on fire, but I managed it somehow.

I’m not sure how I did it, but somehow I managed to make it to the thirty-fifth spank.  I vaguely remember running around furiously rubbing my bottom which I’m sure was quite a sight.  What I do remember clearly is Dan chuckling and admiring the reaction he’d gotten – and he’d barely had to flick his wrist to get it! 

After that I went to check and sure enough, my bottom was red.  I knew it felt hot but it was nice to see the color matched the heat.  I checked fairly often for the next half hour or so and my bottom retained the heat very nicely.

I finally wore myself down and decided to lie face-down on the bed, hoping maybe I’d get some sympathy.  Dan came into the bedroom to check on me and while he was checking my bottom for color, he decided it could use a little more.  He began using the Jokari paddle again but not as hard this time.

Fairly quickly, I decided it wasn’t so bad if used a little more lightly.  I got up on my knees to make sure he knew I was up for more.  He eventually worked up to harder and harder swats but by then, I was feeling pretty friendly.  Luckily he noticed as well.  It turned into a fantastic afternoon!

Now it’s much later and my bottom is a bit sore but only slightly pink.  I’ve decided that the Jokari is the new “evil” toy, replacing the giant rubber spatula for that honor. 

I have only one thing left to say.  If you get a wild hair and think you want one of these, remember that wise old saying, “Be careful what you wish for.”  But if you’re like me and you *like* evil, you might want to try one of these, it’s spanko evil at it’s best.