Spanking Bethie

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Flirting And Spanking In The Mall

Over the weekend I was walking around the mall, doing more people watching than shopping actually, when I observed some college kids having fun. The group was made up of three girls and a couple of guys and they were laughing, flirting, and generally just having a carefree afternoon at the mall. Watching them I felt a jab of nostalgia. Not that I’d want to be at that stage of life again, but it had it’s moments and watching that group reminded me of some of the better ones.

As I neared them, they turned to enter one of the stores that caters to the alternative crowd. The store had their Halloween display at the entrance and it consisted of some very interesting items. The most prominant was a latex nurses outfit complete with riding crop. The crop was black and had a large round tip with a red cross printed on it. That crop not only caught my eye, but that of one of the guys in the group.

He picked up the crop and slapped it against the palm of his hand experiementally. One of the girls noticed and bent over, giggling and wagging her bottom at him as she invited him to try it out on her. He seemed very happy to oblige and gave her a couple of light swats with it. At that point, I guess the other two girls didn’t want to be left out, so they joined their friend. They also encouraged him to try it out on them as they wiggled their pert bottoms suggestively.

The guy didn’t waste anytime and began spanking all three girls in turn. After a bit, he began spanking a little harder. I guess that’s when the girls must have decided they’d had enough, giggling and rubbing their bottoms, they scampered away into the store. They were still teasing and flirting though as they went.

That’s when the guy with the crop nudged his buddy and said, “Dude, we’ve got to get one of these!”

Then they disappeared into the store, but I noticed he didn’t put the crop back on the display. I wanted to encourage him to go for it and buy the crop, but I think he got all the encouragement he needed from those girls. And come to think of it, he looked pretty comfortable with that crop. Hmmm I wonder how it all worked out…

*Note: If you think you saw a version of this post yesterday, you did. We had a little technical glich yesterday and it got lost.*

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Pretty Tied Up


I’ve been tied up the last few days, unfortunately not in the way Bettie is in this picture. Darn it! That just looks like fun to me. But no, I’m busy doing everyday stuff.

I have much to write about, I just need to find the time to do it properly. I have to say this much for now, I hate the Jokari paddles! Let’s just say, getting to know them better has not helped me like them more. In fact, I’ve been thinking of planning their demise. Too bad I bought four of them. “Losing” one of them might be almost explanable, but losing all four?

Let this be a lesson to you other greedy spanko bottoms; next time you’re salivating over a lovely potential spanking toy, just buy one! If they come in a set of two, just buy one set. Don’t be like me and double up on the toys thinking “the more the merrier.” It doesn’t work like that, I’m afraid. It becomes, the more the sorrier. The sorrier I am because there’s always one handy and the sorer my bottom becomes over time.

I swear those toys hypnotize me though. I can practically hear them calling my name, and as I look them over, I get all tingly inside and my bottom practically gets goosebumps just imagining how they’ll feel. The next thing I know, I’ve paid good money for something that’s going to be used to spank my bottom.

Then I go home and hand it right over to Dan, who is only too happy to bend me over and try it out. He loves trying out new toys. I’m always eager to give them all a try, but there’s a couple I decided shouldn’t be put into the regular line-up. Too bad for my bottom, Dan makes those decisions.

The most amazing part of this is that all those spankings with all those new and sometimes evil toys haven’t even put a damper on my greediness. In fact, I think it’s making me greedier and greedier. And all those pre-shopping spankings aren’t helping either. They’re supposed to make me remember to behave while I’m out but they’re not doing a darn thing for my greed.

Those spankings just might be making my greed worse. It’s hard not to think about new spanking toys when I’m out shopping and my bottom is feeling warm and tingly already. Every possible implement looks inviting when I’m feeling like that.

Now that I think about it, most of my online purchases have been made while trying to get comfortable sitting on a sore bottom. I always think, I should find a toy that would deliver less or more sting/thud/burn than that toy Dan just spanked me with…

I’m starting to suspect I’m beyond greedy! I should start a support group for greedy bottoms. I’m not sure that would work though. We’d just compare spankings, talk about which implements we hate the most and why, and whip each other into a frenzy. I can hear it now. “How much did that sting? Your bottom was sore for how long? That sounds awful! Hmmmm where did you say you bought that?”

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A Little Whipping, A Little Caning


Remember the cane I found in my Christmas stocking? When Dan decided to finally give our new whip a good workout, he also pulled the cane out of hiding. I swear I didn’t hide it, but he says he hadn’t seen it for some time and was surprised to run across it. I think it had managed to roll under the bed somehow, way under the bed.

Since the cane had been out of sight for awhile, I’d forgotten how intense that particular toy can be. All it took was one stroke though, and all the memories came flooding back! Wowwzaa!

Dan had me drape myself across two pillows in the middle of our bed, my bottom up and available for his attention. I felt him tap my bottom with the length of the cool lexan rod and I relaxed, knowing that was the best way for me to prepare for receiving a cane stroke. The coolness of the lexan can fool a bottom into forgetting it’s delivered stroke will be in stark contrast to that; when delivered properly it lies down a line of heat that feels as if it could burst into flames. The first stroke landed on the fullest part of my bottom, the second a little lower, and then the last settled into that sensitive crease that separates my bottom from my thigh.

Every stroke that landed started out as a warm line across my skin but quickly escalated into a searing burn. My back would arch as I rode the pain, and as I settled into the sensations and came down, I’d collapse across the pillows under me. Dan would settle my wiggling down with a light rub to ease some of the pain. After just a couple of strokes with the cane, I was anxious to try out the whip again. That last stroke, landed in that very sensitive crease, practically had me ready to beg for the whip I’d been both anxious to try, and suspicious of, since I’d first seen it.

Until that night Dan had been using the whip lightly as he learned to control it properly, learning to guide it so it would land exactly where he wanted it. He was improving and at the same time, building up my expectations; both good and bad. I was ready to give it a good workout to see exactly how the whip felt when used with more vigor. The three cane strokes had me wondering if maybe a little whip action might be the next step in sensation that I wanted to experience.

Dan, who was eager to use the whip, told me to stay where I was and positioned himself to the right of me. As he began flicking the whip across my bottom and upper thighs, he increased the intensity slowly. His practice time paid off and he controlled the delivery of the strokes as he wanted.

The sensation for me was different from the other toys we’ve played with. The whip delivered a sting that was at once lighter and yet more intense than our other implements. It burned without biting, stung without fire. Dan worked his way around the bed and ended up to the left of me. It was the angle he preferred and he increased his swing just a bit more. It was almost like the stinging lick of the belt, but without the thud.

I got lost in the feeling, trying to take it in, examining the sensations and putting them into compartments in my head. I don’t know how long Dan continued, but in time my bottom was feeling very warm with little burning spots mixed around. When he stopped to run his hands across my skin, I could feel the spots were very sensitive and one line in particular that the cane left was very sore. Those were the welted parts; some were puffy and assorted shapes from the whip, the line from the cane left a rather spectacular welt on that lowest part of my bottom.

Dan took his time admiring my bottom and then decided that I needed aloe on the welted parts. He carefully rubbed the cooling aloe in, letting his fingers explore their surface. I was moaning, waiting to see where he would lead me next, when he told me to roll over. I did, then I watched as he stood up, pulled his shirt up over his head, tossed it aside, then climbed onto the bed with me and pushed my legs apart. The rest was sex as good and sweaty as possible, made more intense by the feeling of my fresh welted bottom as it rubbed against the sheets.

That was just a few days ago, and unfortunately the welts faded and were gone by the next day. I had a couple of little sore spots, but they didn’t last long either. *sigh*

It’s been a very busy summer here but things have settled down in the last couple of weeks and I’m hoping to spend more time writing in the near future. Even though we were playing as usual, it’s been hard to find the time to write the details down. By the time I was ready to sit down at the computer, they weren’t as fresh in my mind. One spanking blended into the other, and I’d forget where one began and the other ended. It’s a nice blur but not very interesting to anyone else.

Soon though, the summer will be gone, the nights will be longer, and I’ll be back to writing more. In the summer, the days call me out, and in the colder seasons, the nights draw me home. I’m in the middle now though, it could go either way on any given day…

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Star Wars And Spanking


Padme has announced they’re having an online Star Wars Spanking Party on Sunday! Star Wars and spanking just seem to go great together, Jedi masters are so stern and yummy. So naturally this sounds like an excellent party idea.

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it just yet but I’d love to participate. If any of you are interested please go over to Journey To The Darkside and get the info.

Don’t make Yoda put that paddle to use…or do, it’s up to you!

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Freaky Friday In Spanko Land


I know, it’s an old photoshop joke, but I still like it! It also matches my mood today. I’m feeling kinda silly, kinda goofy, and slightly bratty. That may not bode well for my bottom. Or maybe it will, that depends on Dan’s mood.

I guess I could de-pants him and see what happens. Well, I know what will happen, we all know what will happen. A spanking!

Hmm…suddenly that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea at all.

Photo courtesy of Classsic images at Skin Video.

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