Ummm never mind. When I showed the title of this to Dan he said he could fix that in 30 seconds if I wanted, and being the greedy bottom that I am, I laughed and went along with it. What was I thinking? He bent me over the arm of the sofa and all it took was ten seconds of vigorous (and I mean lightning fast vigorous) spoon spanking before I decided 30 seconds was going to be too much.

Have you ever had to watch the clock to time a spanking? It felt like time was slowing down and getting slower. Lucky for me he took pity and we compromised at 20 seconds. That’s what I get for letting him buy a big wooden spoon from a hardware store. I’m still not sure why they had kitchen utensils for sale there. What’s more, I can’t believe I bought more than one.

Now about that weekend spanking! That was one heck of a way to get back in the swing of things, pun intended btw. Here are the toys Dan used on my poor bottom that night.

Before we even got started with the spanking, Dan wanted to play with our clothespins. See those two black ones in the pic? They have rubber on the gripping parts so they don’t splinter, they also don’t slip off! Dan clipped them on my nipples, on the fleshy parts of my breasts, then around the areola, and then back to my nipples. He covered all the bases and all during this, he had a gleam in his eyes. If my nipples would behave I wouldn’t have anything to worry about, but the silly things just keep popping up for more! Stupid nipples.

Eventually we moved on to the spanking portion of the evening. Dan planned to spank me harder than he had in quite a while so he thought it would be a good idea to restrain me somehow so my hands wouldn’t go back and get smacked. I normally don’t do that, but he didn’t want to take any chances. See that blue roll above my big wooden paddle? It’s a wrap that they use for horses and it works great for binding things. So he had me fold my arms in front of me and he wrapped the tape around my wrists to bind them together.

With my hands out of danger, Dan stacked two pillows on the bed, and positioned me across them so my bottom was in just the right spot. Then he started my spanking. He started out with my favorite rose paddle but quickly moved on to the more serious toys. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a long, serious spanking so using many different toys was interesting.

Dan would use a toy with lots of sting for awhile, then switch to something thuddier, and then on to something else. I was enjoying the way he was mixing it up but I was waiting for him to pull out an evil toy. As much as I wanted a good, hard spanking, there are still a couple of those toys I wasn’t looking forward to having used on my bottom.

Dan and I both enjoy playing with the serious toys but our spankings aren’t just about enjoyment. Sometimes they’re about re-establishing our roles and it’s not always easy. Lately our relationship has been less about who’s the head of the household and who’s the sub, and more about sharing the load.

There’s been a lot going on and we’ve done a good job working as a team, but I knew the power struggle was going to happen eventually for me. I had enjoyed being the spoiled sub for too long and Dan was making noise about being too lax. He’s been teasing me about the “new regime” for quite awhile now. I just figured I’d talk my way out of it when the time came. It didn’t exactly happen that way though.

I was lying there, hands bound, bottom up, and enjoying all the good spanking attention I was getting because it was just what I liked. That’s when Dan decided to pull out one of the evil toys; the loopy rattan cane. I hate that thing! It hurts and burns wherever that nasty loop lands. I didn’t like the way it felt one little bit.

I told him loudly, “I don’t like that!”

To which Dan answered, “I know, but I do!”

I didn’t like the gleeful way he said it and it irritated me. I started squawking and fussing up a storm but I did it with my face down in the pillows so Dan didn’t hear what else I had to say about that nasty loopy thing. I got myself so worked up I even started crying. But since my face was buried in a pillow and my body was responding as it always does to a spanking, Dan didn’t notice immediately.

The next thing I knew, the rubber paddle landed in a wicked splat on my burning bottom. That’s when I finally lifted my head up and really complained. I was kinda lost in my blubbering so I was surprised when Dan was suddenly lying beside me, pushing my hair back from my face, and asking if I was okay. I was, I’d just been a little mad and surprised that I hadn’t got my way. Poor little ol’ me. I wasn’t in control after all.

That happens to me occasionally. I’m not the perfect submissive, I don’t always want to be a good girl; that’s just me. It took a bit for me to get back into the sub frame of mind and the crying was part of that. I had to push myself into that place and that’s not always easy for me. I fight it, I struggle, I think I want it all to be fun and games and all about me.

But that’s not the truth; I need Dan to get all dominant and do his thing sometimes. I need to be pushed, to be bent, to be his plaything. That’s what I really need sometimes. Sometimes I need it bad. Sometimes I need it so bad that I’ll bite down on the pillow and cry a few tears just to get there. I got there the other night, and Dan was there as always, taking care of me, wiping away the tears, and getting us back on track.

When he saw I was okay and I assured him I was ready for more, he went back around to the other side of the bed and picked up another toy. After that, it was all wonderful. I gave in and I rode the waves of pain/pleasure for all they were worth. I even enjoyed it when he used the flogger across my back, which is something I usually don’t like. But I liked it that night. I was in total sub mode and I know he enjoys that sort of play which meant I was enjoying it as well.

Once I’d been spanked to his satisfaction, Dan rolled me over and drilled right into me. I was more than ready for him and I loved every stroke. That was some seriously awesome lovemaking we did. And I did it with my hands tied! Heh.