Spanking Bethie All about my spankings and my love

I was asked recently if my spanking fantasies were anything like my real life spankings. Once I thought about it, I realized my fantasies were pretty basic. I may be one of the more boring spankos around when it comes to my fantasy life. I’m not one to get fancy or have a lot of dialogue/phrases that are important to me. I do like a little costume play or dressing up for the occasion, if that counts. But then, I’m a woman and we do like our clothes and accessories. I guess the truth is I just like to get spanked and my needs are pretty basic.

For example, here’s a real basic fantasy I’ve had for as long as I can remember. A strong man grabs me, pushes me over his knee, bares my bottom, and begins spanking me hard and fast, usually with a hairbrush or small paddle. He’s strong so as he holds me down I know I can’t escape, all I can do is kick and squeal in protest. Occasionally he stops to say something (what he says doesn’t matter to me in the fantasy) or rub my bottom. Then he goes back to spanking me and I go back to kicking and squealing. I know the spanking hurts but I can’t do anything to stop it, and deep down I know I don’t want to. He’s in control and he decides everything about this spanking. That’s what we both want.

Now, for real life. Last week we were enjoying a movie night and it evolved into a spanking night. Dan tossed me over his knee, flipped up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and grabbed his ever handy paddle hairbrush. I hate that thing but he loves it and keeps it close to his recliner for just this type of occasion. Once he had me just where he wanted me, he began spanking me with that awful hairbrush. It was a hard, fast spanking so I quickly began wiggling and complaining. That just made Dan grip me better and soon all I could do was kick and squeal. At one point he stopped to check his progress and I whined that it hurt. He laughed a little and told me it was supposed to hurt; it was a spanking! Then he went right back to spanking me as if to prove his point.

I don’t know how long he spanked me, I only know that my bottom felt as though it was on fire. He was in control of the spanking, not me, and much as it hurt, I knew it’s what I wanted. I know that helpless feeling isn’t completely real, but it’s real enough. It’s what I want. I want him in control, not me. When I’m over his knee, being thoroughly spanked, that’s when the fantasy and reality collide. My desires led me to choose this life and this man; this is what I want.

When we made love it was wonderful. I had the best orgasm and felt completely content. That night when I went to sleep my bottom was sore and I was happy. When I woke in the morning and rolled over onto my tender bottom, I smiled because I love that feeling. My bottom was tender for a few days after that spanking and that’s exactly the way I like it. I just love being a spanked woman. I love being Dan’s spanked woman, I should say. Because that to me is what really matters. I don’t think too much about fantasy, my reality with Dan is more than I could ever have dreamed up.

I was thinking all of this over when I realized that it’s been ten years since we found each other online. Ten years of being happy spankos in love. I’m a lucky gal!

Yup, I completely lost my mind on this one and my bottom paid the price. Super ouchie! My bottom was so sore I couldn’t sit comfortably for days after a playful session with this diabolical paddle. Rubber is evil, people, remember that. Of course, I can’t help but share the evil so here’s how I made this devil.

I went to my local super duper discount department store (okay, Wally World) and found what are called “Safety Step” pads in the automotive department. (You can also find them online by searching for “rubber safety steps” if you prefer.) Why automotive? Supposedly you can put these on the steps some trucks/SUVs have. That’s all fine and good but I had other plans for those lovelies.

They have self-adhesive backing which makes them easy to stick together and make a heavy duty paddle. First, I measured the pads and created a paddle pattern which I traced onto the adhesive paper they were backed with. I was careful to shape a handle that could be easily held onto since it’s a bit hard to get a good grip on the rubber. It’s not stiff like a wooden paddle and it’s flat so it’s important to get that part right. Then I cut the pads one at a time. Once they were a matching set, I removed the paper backing, lined the two sides up with the sticky sides facing each other, and carefully stuck them together.

Voila! My very own rubber tread paddle made with my very own crafty hands. And it was a whole lot cheaper and fun than buying one.

That, btw, was the last sensible thought I had about that paddle. Once it was in Dan’s hands, it was a totally different story. Wowza! Once again my greedy bottom got the best of me. It sounded like a good idea at the time. Just looking at those rubber treads and dreaming of how I could make one mean paddle using those pads got me all worked up. So worked up that my good sense went on holiday and left me hanging.

What spanko bottom out there hasn’t had the same experience? You know, you see a toy and start dreaming of how good a spanking would feel with it. Then the butterflies start, your bottom starts to tingle (as well as other parts *wink wink*), and you have to have it. Oh yeah, I know that feeling well!

I had to have it and then once it was finished, Dan gave it to me good that night. That paddle burned like crazy! Not just during the spanking but for quite a while afterwards. I knew at the time I had made an error in judgement. It didn’t feel that heavy just holding it, but when it was swung…OUCH! Each time that paddle landed it left a deep searing burn across my bottom like few other implements ever have. I think that’s because it’s rubber, covers so much area, and has all those treads across it. That paddle set my bottom on fire!

The day after my bottom was marked and so sore I could barely sit. Then for the next few days I couldn’t sit comfortably at all. It was days before the soreness went away. But it was a lovely soreness so I’m not complaining. Some of us bottoms dream of such an after burn, but it still takes one by surprise when it happens. It’s definitely not an unwanted feeling, it’s just surprising, that’s all.

So, take this as a warning to any of you greedy bottoms who should feel the need to create such a paddle. It’s formidable and not for everyone, but if you enjoy a spanking that delivers a seriously deep burn, then it might be the paddle for you. I still get butterflies and the tingles just looking at it. Eeeek! *grin*

The much anticipated Friday night spanking was fun, intense, and much needed for both of us after such a long dry spell. I was feeling really frisky so for inspiration I put on my little French maid’s outfit with the ruffly panties, which was fun but didn’t stay on as long as I thought it might. I showed up, pranced around a little while he complemented the look, grabbed me for a little hairbrush action but then after finding out the hairbrush wasn’t as effective over the panties I got the wedgie treatment and the full effect of the brush. I found out that although it felt thuddy over the panties and it was full of sting on the bare. For a little while there I was fooled into thinking that brush wasn’t as bad as I’d remembered. Once it was applied to my bare bottom though, I realized it really was as mean as I’d remembered.

After the months of inactivity due to my health issues I was worried my bottom wasn’t going to be able to take as much spanking as before but it didn’t take long before I realized I’d had nothing to worry about. Sure, that hairbrush stings like crazy it’s just that after a bit it became the good kind of sting. I may not like the actual moment when the brush makes contact with my bottom, it’s the after burn that is such an intense mixture of pleasure/pain that gets me every time. The result is that I squeal, kick, squirm, beg, and otherwise appear to be miserable but in actuality I’m just reacting to the part of the hairbrushing I don’t like. All Dan has to do is “check” to find out I’m enjoying something about being spanked like that. I hate getting a hairbrush spanking…but I love the after burn.

After a quite a bit of the hairbrush and his hand, we moved to the bed. It took a bit of testing but I found out that kneeling on the bed while leaning against the lower side of my wedge pillow with another pillow under me and my arms hooked over the higher end of the wedge for support worked best. That kept me from putting too much pressure on my belly while keeping my bottom positioned for spanking. At least that part was comfortable! Dan had gathered my favorite rose paddle, a couple of leather straps, and a long shoe horn as well as bringing along the hairbrush for the next phase of my spanking.

Dan started the spanking with the rose paddle which I appreciated. The spanks were firm and thuddy for the most part but Dan mixed in a few harder swats that burned for fun. I’m beginning to think that man likes to hear me squeal.

After that easy start he began using the other implements, giving me a little with each and varying the intensity of the spanking. I have no idea how long that lasted. I’d settled into the spanking by then and I was just enjoying ride. When he’d stop to rub my bottom his hand would wander between my legs which made me moan and wiggle until he took his hand away again. After quite a bit of spanking my bottom was on fire (as were other parts of me) but I could have kept that up forever. It was so good! I’d almost forgotten how good it could be. Mmm-mm!

Once Dan told me to roll over and I realized he had the nipple clamps in his hand I knew it was time for a different kind of action. That was really good too, btw. Heh.

That was Friday night and I was happy to wake up with a sore bottom on Saturday. I was less happy as the day went on and my bottom became rather itchy. I hate having an itchy bottom! I know it’s from the healing, but it’s annoying.

Later that day one of my girlfriends had a little emotional emergency and needed support so I was gone most of the latter part of Saturday. I spent most of that time sitting in seats that weren’t exactly the most comfortable either and as the night went on my bottom just kept getting worse. The soreness was lovely, the itchy not so much. I couldn’t exactly scratch it either so I did my best to keep my mind on the conversations and ignore my bottom. It wasn’t easy but somehow I got through the night. When I got home Dan was neither sympathetic or helpful. He did laugh a lot and pinch it for fun though. No help. When I first got to bed I couldn’t get my mind off the itching but eventually I fell asleep.

Sunday was just as bad as Saturday night. I was so desperate I even considered getting out my spiky mat and sitting on it to see if that would help. When I mentioned that to Dan he told me to be careful what I wished for and seeing the look in his eyes I was quick to let him know I’d decided that wasn’t going to help after all and changed the subject. It’s one thing to think about sitting on that mat, I don’t want to be sentenced to sit on the mat. That thing hurts! It’s amazing the things I come up with. You’d think I had a greedy bottom or something. Geez!

That’s one mean mat! It’s made from a vinyl carpet runner that has all these little grippers to keep it from moving when used for it’s original purpose. Turned upside down it makes any sitting surface into an experience a bottom will remember. Probably not the best cure for an itchy bottom but I was desperate! As it turned out, Dan found a cure for me later that evening. But that’s a story for another day. I’m already late for bed so I better hurry!

I saw my doc this week and have been declared healthy enough to begin returning to regular activities. Yay! The fact that my regular activities include regular spankings wasn’t brought up because I doubt there’s much documentation for that sort of thing. I’m going with the advice to go at my own pace and do what feels comfortable. My incisions were small, they’re healed, and no part of me that was involved in the surgery will be involved in a spanking so I figure I’m good to go. Dan thinks so too and immediately began telling me it’s time to make up for all the spankings I’ve missed while I was either sick or recovering these last couple of months.

It’s been a rough few months due to my health so it’s about time we got back into the swing of things. So to speak. No worries though, we’ll ease back into things. I just hope my normal tolerance level is still what it was. The spirit is willing so it better be!

Now the question is, how to present my willing bottom? I know, just showing up is enough for some, but I like to set the mood with the right presentation. Let’s see…

Here’s my white panties under a short tennis skirt. It’s lacy, revealing (but not too much so), and the skirt is cute and really short. All I have to do is bend over a little and my bottom cheeks pop right out. There’s not much to get in the way of the action after that!

Then I have my black ruffled panties. They’re kinda peekaboo panties because they’re so sheer in places which makes them attractive and they’re black which automatically puts them in the sexy category but I don’t know. I do like the ruffles though. They’re flirty!

Now we move onto this look which is more cute than sexy. These are my cherry panties with my short plaid skirt which goes well with a brat/tease attitude or a sweet and sassy vibe. Either one works for me. Usually works for Dan, too.

Of course, there’s always the tried and true “Spank Me” panties but that’s so obvious. There’s also my open in back lacy knickers but I’m just not feeling that look right now. Argh! I just don’t know what to choose for this spanking. It’s a special occasion after all and I want to set the right mood. I haven’t been spanked in forever and I want to be as spankable as possible. Dan will say just wanting to be spanked makes me spankable…but I like to dress it up a little.

Anyway, I suppose I can direct Dan this way and see if he has an opinion. Knowing him though he’ll either vote for all three or for me to wear nothing at all. I guess I could just take advantage of the upcoming three day weekend and give all three looks a try. That’ll make sitting on Tuesday a bit of a challenge but I don’t care. It’ll be the return of the Greedy Bottom, and about darn time, too! Heh.

We all know how crazy this time of year can be so I thought I’d do what I could in my little corner of the net and reach out to anyone who is looking for like-minded company to visit with. On SpankSeek I’ve opened up the chatroom for all registered users this weekend starting now and ending at Midnight Monday night. No matter what level of membership you have, you’ll have access to the chatroom and its features. If you’d like to join our little party, drop in and take a look around. You’ll even be able to view complete profiles so you can get to know who you’re chatting with.

Sound like fun? Hey, I’m all about fun, you know. Too bad about the four incisions that are keeping me from really having fun just at the moment. I’d say “Bah humbug!” but I’m actually too cheerful for that. That and Dan would give me something to really say “Bah humbug” about! Heh.

Well, actually he’d have to wait until my doc clears me completely. Until recently I thought I was good to go, getting away with all kinds of things and all that, but then Dan had to go and inform me he’s keeping score. What? You can’t keep score on a sick person. Isn’t that part of the healing process? Letting me get away with all kinds of things? I mean, really, I’m recovering. Shouldn’t I be allowed to get away with all sorts of hijinks? Now that I think about it, I may have to say “Bah humbug” after all!

Or not. I really have been missing out on a lot of good spanking fun due to this medical interruption now that I think of it. Hmph. Now I’ve gone and confused myself again. Do I want a spanking? Do I not want a spanking? Actually, I think I want a spanking but I want it on my terms. Spoiled much? Yeah, I just might be now. *wink*

Until I have something more to offer on the personal spanking front, here’s a little story for your amusement.

Holiday Spanking Surprise

“What could be more festive than a red, cheery bottom? Not only does it glow so brightly, but it helps keep you warm on cold days like this.”

Paul sounded quite smug as he made this comment, but why shouldn’t he? He had his beloved Annie draped over his lap, her soft bottom bared and positioned for spanking. He grinned as he squeezed a slightly pink cheek and Annie let out a soft moan of pleasure in response.

Annie for her part was happy to be in that familiar position over Paul’s lap. He’d been her boyfriend for several months and Annie’s spankings were a regular occurrence that they both enjoyed. Spankings for pleasure were her favorite kind and she was pretty sure that’s what this spanking was so she relaxed and waited for Paul to continue.

“Have you been naughty or nice this year, my sweet?” Paul asked as his hand roamed over her bottom.

“As nice as can be” Annie cooed, sure she was about to be rewarded.

“Mmm-hmmm,” Paul responded. “Are you sure?”

For the first time since Paul had grabbed her as she was getting ready for work, she began to wonder if this was going to be as much fun as she’d thought. It was early, she’d just had her shower and barely had time to put on her panties before he’d come into the bedroom, took her by the hand, and led her to his solid armless chair where many of her spankings took place.

To add to the mystery, he hadn’t said a word while sitting down, guiding her over his lap, removing her silky panties, and proceeding to give her what she thought had been a few nice warm up spanks.

“Well, I’ve tried to be nice,” Annie replied thoughtfully. “Doesn’t that count?”

Paul chuckled as he got a better grip on her waist with his left hand and returned to spanking Annie’s bottom. The spanks he delivered were sharp and crisp, making Annie gasp and moan as she ground her hips against his thigh.

“Ohhh…ahhhh!” she moaned softly as Paul stepped up his pace, spanking her bottom harder and faster.

Then as her toes began drumming the floor and her wiggling increased he knew she was really starting to feel to the burn so he paused to rub her warm, yet only slightly red bottom. It took a lot of spanking to bring a blush to Annie’s cheeks but Paul was determined to see her bottom glow bright red this morning.

“You may have tried to be nice, but I can still see how tight your shoulders are because of the tension you’re feeling,” Paul said rather sternly. “I warned you not to let the stress of the holidays get to you. Remember how we talked about what you could do to avoid that problem?”

“Yes, and I’ve done my best but there always seems to be something new cropping up,” Annie replied in a pleading tone. “I can’t help getting stressed!”

“Want to tell me exactly what has cropped up to add to your holiday to-do list?”

“To start with, I’ve racked my brain but I still can’t come up with any ideas for presents for your parents, your sisters, or your brother!” she answered stridently. “And then there’s that stupid office party this afternoon that I’m dreading. I made a fool of myself last year after one too many spiked egg nogs.”

“I don’t want to go but I have to,” Annie added with a little pout.

“Okay, I’ll deal with these little issues one at a time,” Paul told her soothingly.

Lifting his hand from her bottom, he reached over, opened the small drawer of the end table nearby, and removed a large, wood hairbrush from inside. He smiled as he tapped the smooth side of the brush against Annie’s bottom.

“For starters, let’s talk about my family,” Paul said as he gave each of her cheeks a quick spank with the brush.

“Ouch!” Annie squeaked. “What is that?”

“That’s the hairbrush, dear” he replied calmly. “Now don’t worry about my sisters or brother. They’re taken care of. Understand?”

“But, honey…” Annie started to argue until Paul began delivering a fast series of solid spanks across her bottom with the brush.

“Owwww! Okay, okay, ahhhhh!” Annie reconsidered her argument as she was reminded how much a hairbrush spanking could sting.

Paul gave her a few more spanks for emphasis then stopped and rubbed her bottom with the smooth side of the brush.

“Good girl! Now let’s talk about my parents.” Paul went on casually, as if it were any other conversation and he wasn’t in the middle of spanking his naked girlfriend. “I think movie coupons from the mall theater would be a big hit with them. They love spending an afternoon at the movies.”

“I don’t know…” Annie began, doubt obvious in her voice, before the loud crack of the brush landing on her bottom cut her answer short.

“Ow!” she yelled as the burning in her bottom became much more important than whatever point she was about to make.

Having stopped her objection, Paul lifted the brush again, landed two spanks on one cheek, and then two on the other. As was his preference, he made sure the two spanks landed on the same spot of the spanked cheek each time. Paul smiled as Annie gasped. She claimed to hate that treatment but since it always got her attention he used it as needed.

“Want to keep arguing with me, dearest?” he asked, grinning as he lifted the brush again.

“No, no, honey, I promise I don’t!” Annie assured him, the words coming out in a rush. “Ohhh! Whatever you say just please stop spanking me with that horrible brush!”

“Now why would I do that when we’re just getting to the good stuff?” Paul laughed as he turned the brush over and raked the bristles lightly across her twitching bottom.

“Ooooh!” she gasped, hoping “the good stuff” was going to be good for her bottom.

Instead Paul went on to the subject she least wanted to discuss while in her position; last year’s office party.

“Is there any chance you’re going to repeat last year’s performance today at this party?” he queried, still stroking her bottom with the brush bristles.

“Of course, not!” Annie exclaimed. “Every time I think of last year…I can’t even think about it without being mortified!”

“You know, I’m not sure you’ve ever given me the details about that party,” Paul said wistfully. “You’ve said what you did was unspeakable but I’d really like to know what it was that was so awful. It couldn’t have been too bad; you’re still employed there, after all.”

“It was awful! Beyond awful! I got drunk, flirted with everyone, and I do mean everyone!” she paused before taking a deep breath. “Then I…well…I sort of…I uhhhh…I can’t tell you this!”

“Tell me!” he demanded. “If you know what’s good for your bottom, that is.”

With that he began spanking her again using his favorite technique. Two spanks in one spot here, two spanks in another spot there. One spank with that heavy brush was enough to make a poor bottom burn but two repeated like that in the same spot was almost unbearable. The burning sensation across her bottom was increasing with each spank and Annie began wiggling in a vain attempt to avoid the repetitive spanks.

“You know you can’t avoid this so stop that wiggling,” Paul scolded as he got a firmer grip on her. “You think what you did was so awful? Then maybe a good hairbrushing is just what you need. Not just for your past behavior but as a reminder to behave yourself today at this party!”

“Aaaaah!” Annie cried out helplessly. “No! Please! Owwww! Noooo!”

“Oh, yes!” Paul assured her. “You’re getting this spanking and it’s one you’re obviously in need of.”

“Please!” She squealed, frantically pushing at his legs with her hands in an attempt to escape. “Stop!”

“No,’ he replied calmly.

“Okay, okay, okay!” she practically screamed. “I’ll tell you! Just stop! Stop!”

“No, too late,” Paul told her as he continued spanking her. “I’ll stop when I’m ready.”

“But honey!” Annie pleaded. “Owwww! I’ll tell you!”

“You were going to tell me anyway so I might as well keep spanking,” he informed her assuredly. “And I suggest you get a better attitude right now unless you really have no intention of sitting until next year.”

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she gasped.

“Really? I wonder what brought that about,” he drawled as he slowed the spanking but didn’t stop completely. “Now spill. What did you do?”

“You’re…oww…going to…ahhh…think I’m…owwwww…awful,” Annie replied, trying to put off the inevitable.

“No, I won’t,” Paul assured her, keeping up his slow spanking rhythm. “I know you better than that and I love you.”

Annie sighed loudly before going limp over his lap.

“Well?” he demanded as he stopped the spanking and listened intently.

“I…I…sort of…ummm…went into the copy room…” She paused, then taking a deep breath she said in a rush, “pulled up my skirt, copied my butt about twenty times, then handed out the copies after writing ‘Here’s to a Spanking New Year’ on them.”

There was a moment of silence as this revelation sunk in.

“You? That was YOU?” he asked incredulously. “Oh…my…sweet….”

At that point he couldn’t go on as he was choking with laughter.

“It wasn’t funny!” Annie insisted, too focused on her own embarrassment to realize what he’d just asked. “I embarrassed myself in front of everyone. And it didn’t end there. I heard copies got passed around the whole building so who knows who saw it!”

“Ohhh, wheeeew!” he gasped breathlessly. “My poor, dear Annie. Haaaaahaaaa”

“It’s not funny!” she insisted as Paul continued his hearty laughter.

She couldn’t believe he was laughing. The most embarrassing moment of her life and he was laughing! If she could have flounced off she would have but he still had a good grip on her…and that stupid hairbrush in his hand. She sighed dramatically and waited for him to stop laughing.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he gasped finally. “But I can’t help it. Oh, man, was I right!”

“Right about what?” she demanded, trying to twist around to see his face.

“That the woman who did that was the woman for me!” Paul replied, landing two good hard swats with the brush to Annie’s now bright red bottom.

“Ow!” Annie squeaked as she tried to make sense of this new development. “You mean…Oh no! You saw that? Seriously?”

“Come on now, up with you,” and with that, Paul helped Annie stand up, and taking her by the hand he led her over to his dresser.

Intrigued Annie let him drag her along but she also took the opportunity to clutch and rub her well spanked bottom.

“Stupid hairbrush,” she mumbled, then was thankful Paul was too preoccupied to hear her.

“Let’s see, I think I put it here,” he mumbled as he dropped her hand to rifle through the top drawer. “Oh yes, here it is!”

Annie was so occupied rubbing her bottom with both hands that it took a moment for her to realize what Paul had in his hands. As he unfolded the piece of paper he pulled out of the drawer it began to dawn on her what it was.

“Are you kidding me?” she demanded.

As Paul turned the paper so she could see it, she knew the only thing that could be brushing brighter than her bottom cheeks were the ones on her face.

“Nooooo,” she groaned, shaking her head as she recognized the photocopied image of her pantied bottom and her drunken scrawl across the page.

“Here’s to a Spanking New Year!” Paul crowed, pulling Annie into his arms.

Annie was so shocked by his behavior that she didn’t know what to say or do.

“That’s my gal!” he continued. “I though it the moment I saw this but I never, ever imagined this was you!”

“Of course, once I met you I forgot all about my photocopy fantasy woman,” he went on, not noticing Annie’s shocked silence. “I didn’t think I needed the fantasy once I had you. Why fantasize when you have the real deal under your hand?”

“Annie, are you okay?” he asked finally noticing her look of shock and looking at her with some concern.

“You don’t mind?” she asked slowly. “You don’t think I’m terrible? Everyone has seen my butt! And the spanking thing, too!”

“My sweet, sensitive, Annie,” Paul replied softly, “I’m glad it’s you. It had to be you, don’t you see?”

As Annie shook her head in confusion, Paul went on.

“If you hadn’t done that and driven me wild with that image I wouldn’t have been inspired enough to get out of my cave and go to that crazy New Year’s Eve Party of Todd’s where I met your pal, Jenny, and if I hadn’t met Jenny then she couldn’t have introduced us. See? Your drunken prank led me to you!”

As Paul pulled a shocked and amazed Annie into his arms again, he nuzzled her neck while he fondled her throbbing bottom.

Then he whispered into her ear, “By the way, dear, your bottom is a very festive holiday red and warm enough to keep you toasty all day long. Just as promised.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Annie cooed as she realized her good fortune and relaxed into his arms. He didn’t care! In fact, she thought smugly, she was his fantasy. Just then Paul reached down to grab a throbbing cheek in each hand for a hearty squeeze. Annie moaned and pushed her naked body firmly against his body.

“Here’s another promise for you,” his voice husky with desire now, his hands roaming over her body. “If you think this holiday spanking was good, just wait. I’m going to give you that Spanking New Year you’ve been waiting all year for.”

“Just do me one favor,” Paul requested as he pulled back a little so he could look into her eyes.

“Yes, dear, whatever you want,” Annie replied airily. The thought of that long awaited New Year spanking had taken over and she was feeling a little heady.

“No egg nog and no trips to the copy room! Understood?”

“Are you sure?” Annie asked with a twinkle in her eye. “We have a color copier now and with my bright red bottom…”

“Wow,” Paul marveled pulling her toward the bed. “You must really enjoy that hairbrush. Ready for another round already, my sweet?”

Before she could react he gave her a hard swat with his hand and tumbled her into his bed.

Happy Holidays to all and may all your spanking dreams come true!

~~The End~~

Bethie

After months of trying to figure out what’s been going on with my body I finally have an answer; my gallbladder is jacked up. I’ll spare you the details, mainly because it wasn’t all that interesting to anyone else but me. The long and short of it is that my gallbladder was malfunctioning and until I had one really nasty episode no one could figure out what was wrong. Now we know and my gallbladder and I will be parting company very soon. Not as soon as I would have liked since the silly thing has become quite tiresome to deal with, but so soon that I will be absent from the web for a few days as I prepare (stupid laundry won’t do itself) and then recuperate. Won’t be long though since it’s an easy laparoscopic surgery.

I’m telling ya’ll this now just in case someone needs me and can’t figure out why I’m not answering my emails for the next few days. I’m busy…and then I’ll be busy lounging around the house (and letting the stupid laundry pile up to the ceiling) and playing mindless computer games. Yay.

Okay, off to make Jello and finish my preparations…stupid laundry.

Hi, folks! I finally can show you all what’s been keeping me so darn busy lately. It’s been crazy but it’s done. Whew!

SpankSeek is a matchmaking and social networking site for adult spankos. We have IM, chat, forums, blogs, games, walls, and you can upload photos and customize your profile in fun ways. I’ve put a lot of work into this site and it’s taken some resources to get it going but it’s done.

Like most partner search sites it’s free to join and keep a standard profile active, but if you upgrade to a paid membership (around $3/month) you’ll get access to the premium features. Right now I’m running a promotion; if you sign up before September 1st you’ll get 30 days free. I know, that’s only three days away so you better hurry!

If you miss the deadline don’t worry, during the first few months when you sign up you’ll get our free week long promotional membership. Our promotional memberships give you access to all our features so you get an idea of what the site has to offer. You’ll get a whole week to try it all out.

I’ll be running other promotions from time to time so keep an eye out for those, too. I really want everyone to get a chance to try this site out and have some fun. I’ve already been having quite a bit of fun there myself…and that was before I even opened the site up to anyone else! LOL I’ve been playing a lot of that frog game.

As some of you folks know, for years now I’ve been running a fairly simple and limited spanking dating site. It was fine when I first started it but the internet is changing very fast and the software I was using on that other site was dated and didn’t have the features I wanted to offer. Unluckily there’s no way to upgrade it and lately it’s been creaking under the strain. Luckily I’d already started working on Spankseek. I’m really excited about SpankSeek because it has so many of the social networking features we’ve all come to expect and want from our favorite sites. I just hope everyone else likes it as much as I do.

Now that I have SpankSeek up I’m going to spend some time working on my other sites…no rest for the weary and all that, you know. I enjoy the work though. Gotta do something to stay out of trouble. 😉

Wouldn’t it figure? About the time I thought I wanted to start blogging again all hell broke loose around here. I mean, seriously, how does that happen? And most of it wasn’t even my fault. Heck, most of it wasn’t even about me, but the storm was swirling around me so fast I felt like Dorothy. I got through it but when it was over I didn’t even have the glittery red shoes to show for it. Darn the bad luck!

Anyway, I think it’s over. (I say, peering cautiously around me.) But now I have about a dozen projects calling my name. All I wanna do is play some computer games and eat chocolate but that won’t happen until I get some work done around here. I can’t even get a spanking at the moment because we’ve both had sinus infections and no one is quite up to par yet. Let me tell ya, we have some serious suckage going on around here. But we’re going to get better and then we’ll fix all of that. Then I’ll come back and tell y’all all about it. That’ll be much better than all this whining, huh? Heh.

On the upside, I bought new panties last night. Yay! The world always looks so much better after a good shopping trip, especially when extra cute panties are procured. *grin*

I’m ready for a new week to get started, let’s see if it’s ready for me!

It’s been a crazy couple of months around here!

I had a freaky health issue that has finally been sorted out. I’m fine but a little sick of seeing my doctor. I’m sure she’s not going to miss me either. *wink*

Once I finally started feeling better I took a look around and discovered my house had been turned upside down. Well, that’s what it looked like anyway. I’m still not sure how two people can accumulate that much laundry. I had no idea we had that many pairs of socks…or why? Okay, that last part might actually just be about me.

I bought a wedge pillow to help with the acid reflux that was bothering me at night but that got perverted almost as soon as it was out of the box. As soon as Dan saw it he had other plans. He decided it was the perfect thing to bend me over and since it doesn’t have any give it keeps my bottom up just the way he likes it. It’s now the spanking wedge. Luckily my doc found the right meds to fix the acid reflux thing so it doesn’t have to do double duty. That darn thing was awfully tricky to sleep on anyway. I kept sliding down it and ending up at the foot of the bed. Also, I didn’t like sleeping on my new toy. It just didn’t feel right somehow.

Unluckily, because I was under the weather and all the time being examined from every angle we had to take a bit of a break from the spanking. I’m just about ready to get back into the swing (ha ha) of things again though. Which will be a relief to both of us, let me tell you! Now if I can only get back into the blogging thing, right? *grin*

Hey, we’re spankos and red is the color of Valentine’s Day so let’s go with it! I’m happy to report that we have plans to celebrate. I’m ready for good food, some vino, and lots of fun. Yay!

I also have some news to report. My newest site, BottomSeek.com, is open and ready for testing. This partner search site was created for male spankees and the people who enjoy spanking them.

BottomSeek is a spanking partner search site created specifically for male spankees and the men and women who enjoy spanking them. It’s a multi-featured site that includes chat, IM, forums, member created blog capability, photo uploading with various album options, multiple search options for finding that right spanking partner, and it even has a phone app available for downloading.

After a short term Free Promotional Membership there’s a small charge for membership. I think it’s small anyway. The memberships are $2.95/month or less than $2/month if you choose a longer term membership.

If you are a male spankee, a man or woman who enjoys spanking male bottoms, or are just curious come by and take a tour. Right now I’m offering a free 10 Day Promotional Membership. That should give you time to take a good look around, try out the features, and get a good idea of what I’m trying to build. If you have any feedback, please, use the Contact link in the Help menu on BottomSeek to let me know what you think. I’d really appreciate it as I’m still tweaking the site just a little.

Well, that’s about it folks. I’ve really worked hard to get this site up and running so I hope you’ll join us over there if BottomSeek sounds like a community that interests you.

I hope everyone has a Happy Valentine’s Day. I know this day gets hyped up as a day for lovers, but I consider it a day for everyone to show a little love to the people in their lives. So here’s a little love for all of you out there reading; Happy Valentine’s Day to you! *Big Hugs!!!*

I hope the new year finds you all in good health and spirits! I personally plan to have plenty of good spirits to help me toast the new year. I have high hopes for this year and some of it might be of interest to some of you.

I’m going to be branching out in the new year; I’m starting by creating a new community site that focuses on a certain group that I feel could benefit from a place of their own; male spankees and the men and women who enjoy spanking them. I’m still busy building the site so I’m not ready to tell you where it is yet, that will come once I’ve got it all set up. I will say this for now though, I think it’s going to be very cool when I’m done.

As for the rest of you hopeful kinky people out there, I have the feeling that I’m not done building sites so stay tuned for more news in the coming year.

As for Dan and I, we’re as much in love and spank happy as ever. All is good here even though I’m so busy I don’t get a chance to tell you all about it. The latest thing is that he has a new paddle brush that he’s breaking in on my poor bottom. It’s really awful and full of sting, so Dan just loves it, of course. Forget about breaking it in, I’m just kinda hoping it’ll just break! LOL

I guess that’s about it for now, folks. Everybody stay safe and have a happy New Year!

Okay, maybe not Halloween itself, but my panties sure are! This is a closeup of my panties so you can see what I’m talking about. Aren’t those the brattiest looking bears you’ve ever seen? Anytime I say I’m going to wear them Dan is quick to let me know he’ll have to spank them if he sees them. He really has a thing about those bears. I have a couple of panties and some pajama pants with bears on them and he’s always trying to spank them, but this one really gets his attention. And I like attention, if anyone hadn’t noticed. *wink*

If all goes as planned I should have something fun to report tomorrow.

How do I ensure that a good spanking is going to happen? I get this question a lot so I’m going to explain how I do it. I’m not one to leave these things to chance so I have my ways. (Btw, everyone has their own way of going about these things so I can only speak for myself here.) I state my desires, I set the scene, I obtain the tools, and I provide my willing bottom.

For instance, for my most recent spanking I did the following:

1) At some point in the day I mentioned I wanted a spanking and clapped my hands in gleeful anticipation.
2) I dressed up in my skimpy schoolgirl outfit, complete with cutesy socks that I bought for just this sort of occasion.
3) I gave him a lap dance and made sure my “Spank Me” panties were impossible to miss. (Panties in laundry, not in pic.)
4) Some time ago I had personally purchased the largest and heaviest of the paddles Dan used last night.
5) I also pointed out above mentioned evil paddle when he was looking in the toy bag.

The one thing I didn’t count on was probably the most obvious; schoolgirl outfits scream out for the cane. Yeah, yeah, I should know this by now, I know. I was too focused on that big ole paddle to think of that at the time. Dan didn’t miss that point though. But then again, the man never misses an opportunity to put that big, mean cane to use.

I did notice something though. When I was bent over the arm of his big easy chair, kicking and squealing while he applied cane stroke after cane stroke, I thought for once that big, evil paddle was going to be a welcome relief. And it was! After goodness knows how many cane strokes, when Dan switched to the big paddle, the thud felt soooo good. Instead of all those individual lines of fire, the big thuddy stroke of that paddle was just what I needed. Mmm-mmmm.

That was a big long spanking that left my bottom throbbing for hours and sore for days. I was barely able to sit the next day and pretty uncomfortable for a few days after that. I’m not complaining though. After all, that’s what I was going for using my “sure thing” plan. *grin*

I love a good spanking that leaves my bottom throbbing for hours and sore for a couple of days, no surprise there. But sometimes the spanking it takes to achieve those much desired results can take time, effort, and the right implements. Luckily we had all of those the other night and Dan gave me one very, very good spanking.

It was the kind of spanking that would make a sensible woman sleep on her stomach. I’m not that woman though. I loved the way the soreness in my bottom was intensified when I rolled over onto my back, even on our comfy pillow top mattress. That’s when I knew it was a good spanking that would last and be enjoyed for a couple of days at least. Yum.

The spanking it took to get my bottom that sore was an all wood spanking that involved those three implements in the above picture. The alligator, the hairbrush, and the dreaded holey paddle. We also call that holey paddle the Girls Boarding School paddle because it’s modeled after one they use and Dan admired.

Dan started with the alligator paddle which was his idea of a warm up. At the time I thought it was a good idea to point out that the alligator wasn’t my idea of a warm up toy and asked that he take it easy. I was obviously wrong and Dan proceeded to show me just how wrong I was by swinging the paddle just a little harder and faster so I’d know he really was taking it easy. Owie. It’s bad enough to be wrong, it’s worse to be wrong in the middle of a spanking. I just hate that. I also hate that paddle sometimes.

Isn’t it funny how the light paddles can be the most deceiving? They seem so harmless right up until they make contact with your waiting bottom. Even then sometimes the sting they deliver doesn’t seem too bad. That is until stinging swat after stinging swat lands and the effect builds up. It’s all surface sting and it just keeps right on stinging.

I was face down on the bed desperately trying not to chew through the bedding when Dan decided it was time for a change. I was in the middle of a sigh of relief that changed to squeak instead when he informed me (quite cheerfully btw) that it was time for the hairbrush. That particular hairbrush is a favorite of his because it always gets a response from me. I don’t know what it is about that brush but a spanking with it is sure to set my bottom on fire every time. And this was no exception.

I squealed, I squawked, I kicked, I flailed, and all to no avail. See, this is the problem with a good spanking; it hurts…a lot. At the time the spanking is being delivered, my poor bottom sends me all these signals that it wants relief, but it really doesn’t. My body reacts to a spanking the way non-kinky women react to regular foreplay. Spanking is foreplay to me. The more a spanking hurts, the better my body likes it. Just to prove it, Dan will occasionally stop spanking me, slide his fingers into me, and tell me how wet I am. He likes taking those little breaks to remind me how much I’m enjoying my spanking despite all my complaining. Spankings hurt and I’m wired to enjoy that, but I still have to complain! Isn’t that part of the fun after all?

So there I was, kicking and squealing while Dan continued to spank me hard with that hairbrush and my poor bottom was burning hotter and hotter. Then only upside was that a couple of spots on my bottom were getting a little numb from all that spanking with the brush. Still, it was pretty intense and suddenly I heard myself suggesting a change without thinking. The surprise was that he listened. The not so surprising part was that he went back to the alligator paddle.

Oh boy. I went from the deep burn of the hairbrush to the surface sting of that lighter paddle. That paddle woke my bottom up and the beginnings of that numbness went away really quickly. He had a plan it seems. He spanked me with the alligator just long enough that the deep burn was replaced by an allover sting, then he went back to the hairbrush. Then back again as soon as I’d relax when the hairbrush would become numbing again. Not fair!

Well, I thought it wasn’t fair right up until Dan told me to kneel up a little because he wanted to change paddles again. I was hoping for something leather, instead he picked up that holey paddle. When that man decides I’m in need of a really good spanking, he doesn’t mess around. My bottom was already on fire and that paddle only added to the burn. After only a couple of swats I was begging for relief and I even attempted to roll away when I didn’t get any relief. That only meant Dan had to tell me to get back into place so he could start over. Start over? Why does that always mean we start over? Hmph.

After some number of swats with very little interruption for rubbing, Dan told me we were almost done. I got myself all psyched up and stuck my bottom up for the final assault with that paddle. I’d gotten to that point though. My bottom was so thoroughly spanked that even though I groaned with every stroke, the heavy burn of each stroke had become addictive almost. Dan always seems to know when to stop spanking and roll me over for the lovemaking before I get too lost though. That’s a good thing because the lovemaking is always so good after a good spanking. There’s so much to enjoy after a good spanking; the lovemaking, the sore bottom, the “all’s good with the world” feeling. It’s all good.

Wow. I have been having so much fun this summer that I’ve completely forgotten to blog about it! Whoops!

It’s been crazy around here with lots of company, a little traveling, cooking out, and lounging in the pool. We’ve had a lot of out of town company visiting us which has been wonderful for both of us. Unluckily all of that fun takes up a lot of time and I’ve fallen so completely behind on my blogging that it’s pitiful. I bet some of y’all thought I was gone for good. Sorry, no such luck. *wink*

As for spanking, it’s been good but a bit sporadic due to so many visitors and activities. We have to squeeze it in though or else I become a raging brat. Because we had so many people coming and going, for a while there I had put a lot of our toys away and poor Dan had to keep using his hand to spank me. It was so sad. I was afraid the poor man was going to hurt himself. Luckily we were able to get the toys back out before he did any lasting damage.

However, I made the mistake of pulling the toys out while he was “supervising” so I didn’t get to choose the ones I wanted out. I wanted my happy toys like the soft floggers and nice leather paddles, while Dan wanted the whips, canes, and mean paddles. Guess which paddles are hanging by our bed now? I’ll give you a hint; none of them make my bottom feel safe in the bedroom. I’d pout but the truth is if my bottom did feel safe in the bedroom, I’d be one very unsatisfied spanko. And I’m feeling quite satisfied.

The bottom line is that life is good, fun is aplenty, and we’re happy as two spankos in love can be. I hope the rest of you are enjoying your summer as well!