Spanking Bethie

Because of the recent developments in our life, Dan and I haven’t had any quality time together and that means that I haven’t had a good spanking in longer than I care to remember. It doesn’t help that he’s constantly teasing me about the spankings I’ve racked up and my new Christmas toys are hanging on the wall of our bedroom taunting me. This situation has caused my normal spanko greediness to escalate to a new high.

I know absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder, but he’s not completely absent so my heart is doing okay; it’s my poor unspanked bottom that is aching for him more and more every day. I’m even willing to give that nasty whippy thing a try…I think. My greedy bottom is becoming greedier by the day so there’s no telling what I’ll be willing to try if I don’t get some spanking soon.

I’ve been watching spanking movie clips like that one in the previous post, reading stories, and shopping online to keep myself occupied. It’s the shopping online that’s going to get me in trouble. I keep seeing new and more interesting toys that my bottom thinks it needs. It’s definitely not my head that thinks I need it.

If I see an especially intriguing toy, my bottom will even tingle just a little bit. Evil toys make me tingle even more and in all the right places. I could really get in trouble if I’m not careful. Some of those toys seem to be calling my name and I keep going back to those sites to look them over just one more time.

As I look over those lovely implements, my bottom tingles as I begin to imagine how they’d feel, what kind of burn or sting they could produce, how red my bottom would get, and by then I’m practically drooling on my keyboard. Pretty soon my hand starts to reach for my wallet. That’s when I know it’s serious and I’m just a couple of clicks away from heaven or hell.

More than once I’ve had to jump up and move away from the computer before I did something my bottom might regret. Temptation is an evil thing. My greedy bottom seems to like evil though so that’s a huge problem.

I really shouldn’t complain though, I know eventually the time will come and Dan will take care of my lack of spankings. He’s as bad off as I am right now. We’re both anxious for some quality time together and it could get quite intense when it finally happens. I still have those sixty strokes to look forward to as well as the new toys to break in.

You know what they say, be careful what you wish for? I’m wishing hard, and I really hope they’re right!

I want to assure all of you that my big caning is still going to happen, it just got put on hold. I’m reminded of what I have to look forward to when I see images like the above of Rosaleen Young getting a hard caning from Fetish Flixx.

It doesn’t help that Dan gets an evil glint in his eye when he tells me to behave because I still have that caning to look forward to and it wouldn’t be a good idea to get into trouble before that’s taken care of. He really seems to like reminding me of the number. I think we’ve decided to round it off to sixty strokes just to make it easier to remember.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a spanking, I’m looking forward to those sixty strokes and that evil glint in Dan’s eye just makes me want it more. Not even watching Rosaleen get a caning and hearing her count the strokes in that set of clips can deter me. Ummm quite the opposite really.

So don’t worry, I’ll get that caning eventually because I wouldn’t miss out on it for anything!

*links to the Rosaleen caning removed because the hosted gallery is no longer available. Sorry.*

The new year is as good a time as any for sizing things up and wondering what improvements can be made. Not only is it the beginning of the year, but it was in January 2004 that I first met my Dan face to face and thus sealed the deal, so to speak. It sealed the deal so well that I moved in just a few weeks later. Heh.

I can’t believe it’s only been three years; I feel like I’ve loved him forever. I can’t think of my love for him in time increments, only in depth. But still, the arrival of January means we’ve been together another year and makes a good marker in my mind.

We had a really good year, too. These last couple of months have been a bit stressful, but it’s going to be okay and we can actually see some of the good that will come from the whole experience. We just can’t wait until things settle down enough for us to get back to being “us” again. We’ve been working as a team but because of circumstances, together time just isn’t happening right now. Soon though…

In the meantime, I’m getting over a nasty cold and trying to think of constructive things I can do with my newfound “me” time. As soon as I’m healthy enough, I think my first order of business should be to take down the Christmas tree. Hey, I didn’t put it up until two days before Christmas, so I figured I’d leave it out longer this year. (That’s my story anyway.) But with all the other trappings of the season gone, it’s really starting to clash with the decor so it’s gotta go.

Once I get my living room back, I want to start working on me. I guess I might as well bite the bullet and call these my new year resolutions. They all have more or less the same purpose in mind; making life better.

I won’t bore you with the usual stuff like exercising more because that’s just what I have to do to offset all the time I’ve been sitting on my booty in this computer chair. That’s not exactly a resolution though, that’s just reality setting in. Now all I need to do is figure out how much time I need to spend on the treadmill to offset the time I spend playing Zuma.

I do have some kinky resolutions though.

1) Give Dan more blowjobs. I can’t think of a better way to improve both our lives. I get to do something I enjoy, he gets something he enjoys, we’ll both be in better moods overall, and if I’m real lucky, the recent increase in my ebay purchases won’t be noticed.

2) Work on my leather crafting skills. I made this resolution as soon as I opened my Christmas gifts and saw the new whippy thing that Dan bought me. Evil only begins to describe this thing…

squealing and cursing ends my description of it. I need to start making our toys in an effort to balance out the evil with good. That coupled with more of my first resolution might actually work.

3) Anal training. Yup, that’s right, I need to get my butt in training. The last time we tried a butt plug, it didn’t go so well. I don’t know what happened but I just couldn’t handle it. We had tried it a previous time with the same result and I had thought that was a fluke. Obviously it wasn’t so something needs to be done. To that end, I bought myself this anal trainer kit of butt plugs from Extreme Restraints.

The small and the medium don’t look too daunting, but that large one has me wondering just how “pliable” that’s gonna feel once it’s inserted. If all goes well, this could open me up to a whole new area of play, literally.

4) Do more yoga. Maybe that doesn’t sound kinky at first, but if you knew some of the positions I find myself in, you might understand a little better. There’s nothing that puts a kink in the kinky play like a muscle cramp at the wrong time. Besides, Dan wants to do more of those certain spanking positions that mean more positioning for me so I’d better get myself all limbered up for that.

Those were the only ones I could think of at the time I made my list. With a little work, I just might get somewhere with all of this and be a better and kinkier me when it’s over. Okay, so maybe I can’t get any kinkier, but I can darn sure try.