Spanking Bethie

I won’t bore you all with the minute details of the big caning, but I can give you the high points and answer a few questions that were asked.

We tried a couple of different positions before deciding that the best by far was having me bend over the arm of the couch. That way Dan could get the right angle he wanted from both sides. That little cane turned out to be a bit more of a challenge when it came to getting the angle right.

Once we decided we had the right set up, Dan told me he’d give me twelve strokes to start with. Since this was going to be a for fun caning, he was going to give me short breaks between sets.

The first twelve weren’t so bad. Even though Dan was landing the strokes full across my bottom, the tip of the cane was still biting into me. He tried moving around and aiming it differently, but it still had the same effect. We decided it was because it was a lexan cane and didn’t have the give of a rattan cane.

Even though we’ve played with this cane before, it had always been used lightly and Dan was trying to give you good voters something for your time. I was okay with that and a little excited to see how intense it was going to get.

I wasn’t worried when he started the second set but fairly quickly I started to wonder what I’d gotten myself into. Especially when he crossed one really good stroke over another one. That one stroke burned so badly that I started pounding the couch a little.

As soon as he gave me the go ahead after the 24th stroke, I jumped up and started hopping around a little. It was those tip welts that were burning so badly! Dan was beginnning to be impressed with the marks and my hopping and rubbing just added to his enjoyment.

I eventually got back over the arm of the couch and Dan said we’d just do six strokes to get us to the halfway mark. I was fine with that and thought it wasn’t going to be too bad, but by the time we got to thirty, I was more than ready for my break.

There was more hopping and rubbing before I thought that maybe Dan needed a little distraction (and maybe a little buttering up). I somehow got him into his big chair, got down on my knees, and proceeded to “distract” him with a blowjob. That was fun and it gave my bottom a chance to cool down a little.

As soon as that fun was over though, back over the arm of the sofa I went. Dan was feeling pretty good but he still gave me a full set of twelve and they weren’t quite as light as I thought they might be. I might have distracted him, but the buttering up didn’t seem to have taken. The man was almost gleeful!

That set got us to forty-two and I did a serious dance around the room. Dan’s enjoyment of the rubbing, hopping, and hissing was almost at the gloating stage by then. I was really starting to wonder what in the world had I been thinking when I set this whole thing in motion…as I hopped around our living room like my bottom was on fire. Well, it was in a sense but you know what I mean!

Okay, that was forty-two which meant eighteen more strokes to go. I went over the arm once more. That set of twelve was pretty intense as there wasn’t much unmarked space between the welts already forming. Dan was moving from one side to the other but my right cheek was getting the harder strokes so it was beginning to really sting and I was really taking it out on the poor couch cushions. If nothing else, they got the dust knocked out of them that night.

When we got to fifty-four, I got up with a hiss and grabbed my bottom with both hands. I didn’t do much dancing that time as I was too busy rubbing. And cussing all you good people who voted for that evil little cane. Just kidding…sort of.

I didn’t waste too much time though. I was rather anxious to get to sixty and calling it done. Dan didn’t take it easy on those last ones either. He was still intent on giving you people what you voted for. At least one of us was still on your side! *wink*

Dan gave me a little time for rubbing and then decided it was picture time. He took a few shots then we both decided it was time to “take care” of me and I practically ran to the bedroom. Even on our soft sheets, my poor bottom throbbed when I was pushed down on them. It was good though. Sex and a tenderized bottom go very well together.

Now to answer a few questions.

No, I did not cry! I was enjoying myself actually. Besides, sixty wasn’t too bad. I think those who followed my lead and held their own votes for spanks faired somewhat worse. Heck, sixty was a walk in the park compared to a couple of those! Right, Kaya?

For those who were concerned about me, I’m fine physically and mentally. I caught a really nasty cold right after the big event and didn’t feel like posting for a bit. Then spring came along and I was out the door!

As for my mental state, that’s fine, too. I had a couple of those emails from people not in this lifestyle and I just have to wonder, what are they doing here? I hate to burst their bubbles but I’m not crazy. Yes, I enjoy a good spanking and no, I’m not a sicko and neither is Dan, thank you very much. We’re spankos and if you were confused about this, read the name of the blog, please!

Those emails always make me chuckle. I always wonder how they found me. Were they searching for home canning recipes and accidently ended up here? Or maybe they were looking for a boat paddle? And then they didn’t run away in horror, instead they decided to read and comment. How nice.

And lastly, no, I won’t be holding another vote! Sorry, but I learned my lesson. Not to mention that I’ve got that big paddle to put up for votes now. Eeeek!

Of course, I say that now but in six months I’ll look back on the pictures of my welts and start feeling…say it with me…GREEDY! Heh.

So here’s a pretty picture instead! Sorry about the delay but I’ve been a bit under the weather. Darn it! I was so happy after the big caning, I had new toys to play with and was looking forward to getting lots and lots of spankings for awhile.

Then I went and caught another stupid cold. I think it was more like the flu actually. Whatever it was, I’m still not completely healthy yet. Grrrrr!

I hate winter.

So instead of being able to report on the effects of all my new toys, I’ve just been looking at them and wishing. Luckily the rest of you in blogland have been keeping me entertained. I’d list you all but I’d have to list every link I have up right now. I have a new friend named Lizzie who has been posting her stories on Kinky Fairy Tales and I’ve been enjoying that.

I’ve been taking it easy on the online shopping though. My Ebay shopping has already gotten me in too much good trouble as it is. I just love my new razor strop!

I think I’m on the way to recovery so hopefully by the weekend I can report on my Valentine toys. Does anyone out there know much about the delrin canes? I’ve only gotten a tiny taste of each of them and I’m curious now. I know, I know, I’ll find out for myself soon enough! I really think they’re going to be ouchie.

Besides that epic caning, I received a few other Valentine goodies from my honey.

Obviously Dan had canes on the mind when he did his Valentine shopping! The top three canes are delrin canes, that skinny little thing under them is something called a Misery Stick, then there is the rattan loop, and the last two are Japanese bamboo tongue clamps.

We haven’t tested these toys out too much yet, but so far it’s been interesting. The big cane is very thuddy and has quite an impact and the smaller canes are very stingy. I have the feeling that the Misery Stick is probably going to live up to its name. Go figure! That rattan loop thing delivers a nice burn so I’m very interested to see how it feels when really used. As for the tongue clamps, let’s just say, they’re not only for using on tongues. I guess that’s why he bought two of them. *wink*

I’m planning to post more about the big caning before the weekend is out. The pictures tell most of the story but I thought I’d fill in the blanks. That is if we don’t get sidetracked tomorrow night, I’d really like to break in some of those new toys, you see. Then I’ll really have something to tell, I’m sure!

As Dan reported on his blog, I have new toys that I bought while I wasn’t getting enough spanking. That’s about as good an idea as going to the grocery store when you’re hungry. My greedy bottom led me to buy some things I really didn’t need, but I sure did want them!

First here’s this lovely new saddle style bar stool I found online. It’s perfect for bending over and once Dan pushed me over it, my bottom was the perfect target for spanking. That bottom rung is great for hanging onto, which I found handy once I was over it.

Unluckily, I’d also been to the craft store looking for things to keep me busy. That’s where I found that big paddle. I was going to paint it and make a nice “Welcome” sign out of it. Now it’s Dan’s new favorite wood paddle.

It’s huge! It’s 3/4″ thick, over five inches wide on the business end, and almost two feet in total length. That ruler in the photo is an eighteen inch ruler so you can see how big the paddle is next to it.

What was I thinking? Dan practically chortled when he saw it and couldn’t wait to apply it to my bottom. It turns out it’s very very ouchie. Once he had me bent over that stool, he gave me eight swats that had me dancing like crazy by the last one…very ouchie!

Here’s the hairbrush Dan mentioned in that post. Isn’t it lovely?

As you can see, it’s about 9″ in length and very well varnished. When I saw it in the store, my greedy, greedy bottom was just itching for me to buy it. So, of course, I did.

When Dan first put me over his knee and started spanking me with that thing, I couldn’t believe how badly it stung. I haven’t had a good spanking in some time, but I had no idea that brush was going to effect me like that. I was kicking and yelping like I haven’t in a long time!

That’s when Dan put me over the sofa arm. Whenever he’d spank my thighs, I couldn’t help but squeal and arch up, and then Dan would lift me a little and push me further over the arm. That put my bottom in an even better position for spanking.

It didn’t help that he decided that would be a good time to address one of my little misdeeds that I’d been promised a spanking for. He was spanking away with that nasty brush and asking me questions that I could barely answer.

My bottom was on fire and he was asking me if I thought it was a good idea to do what he told me from now on. I was yelping and trying to answer right, but all I really remember is saying, “Yes! Owieee! Yes!”

I really can’t believe how much that thing stings! Afterward, it felt like my bottom was actually scorched. It hurt so bad that even while Dan was hugging me afterward, I could hardly stand still. I was so grateful it was over, I pushed him into his big recliner, got down on my knees and gave him a nice blow job. I don’t know if it was all that lecturing along with the spanking, but I really wanted to do that. Funny how that works.

Then, silly but still greedy me, had to go and show him my new razor strop. It felt nice and flexible so I thought it’d be a really nice toy. Wrong!

That strop is heavy and lands with a terrible burning thud. It didn’t take long for me to beg Dan to stop. When he finally did stop, my bottom was feeling extremely sore and tender so I asked Dan as nicely as I could to please rub it a little. Which he was kind enough to do. He rubbed some other things, too, so it all ended wonderfully. For me, there’s nothing better than being made love to when I have a sore, aching bottom.

I’ve about decided my bottom is completely out of spanking shape because it’s still a little tender. My big Valentine’s Day spanking is going to be very interesting.

60 strokes? I may have to buy a new pillow for my computer chair if I plan to tell y’all all about it anytime soon. A really big fluffy pillow might be in order actually.