Spanking Bethie

Okay, I know I’ve been a little lazy about posting lately. I’ve just been spending so much time over at the Den that sometimes I get all talked out and can’t come up with anything to blog about here.

So today, after I posted a long and rambling post about submission in answer to a query, I decided to post it here as well. Even though it’s not all that coherant, it’s really about how I feel.

My post:

Submission can be different for many people. It can depend on your relationship and your personality types.

For me, my submission is a gift I give willingly, lovingly, and with passion. I trust him with everything that I am and will be. We’re in love and live together, with him as the dominant parther or HOH (Head of Household), so our lifestyle is a real-life 24/7 relationship. We live this lifestyle with all the daily grind stuff that comes up and have been very happy for the last couple of years. Maybe that still puts us in the “honeymoon” phase of our relationship, but since this isn’t a first relationship for either of us, we have a little experience in this.

What we don’t have is a regimented lifestyle, we just live it as part of our normal daily life. It’s such a part of who we are personality-wise that it’s only natural. It’s hard to say exactly what I do because it’s so much of who I am, but I’ll try to explain as best I can.

I give him my submission and he gives me a hand to hold onto no matter what. He gives me the support I need to go out into the world and be the person that I am. He supports me in every way and by that, he allows me to flourish because I know I have a rock solid foundation to hold me up and a man who loves me completely and without reservation behind me every step of the way.

My submission isn’t just about cooking, cleaning, or taking care of him, it’s about giving him respect, love, and my acceptance of his power as a dominant man. We nurture those personality traits in each other that make us what we are. Him as the dominant one and me as the submissive one.

As part of my submission, I do what I can to show him I respect his dominance and accept it willingly. I don’t get smart-mouthed with him (okay, only occasionally, very mildly and playfully when teasing him), ridicule him, or do things I know he won’t appreciate. That’s one way I practice my submission, by being a supportive, caring, and respectful partner.

Dan practices a quiet sort of domination. He’s a big bear of a man so it’s easy to feel submissive to him, but there’s also a certain current running through him that gives him that dominant air. He doesn’t have to get physical to show his dominance, he can just give me a look and I go right into sub mode. And there’s a certain tone he uses that just turns me into subbie putty because it gets to me everytime.

He’s also very good with the compliments. I love sitting at his feet while he pets my head and talks to me. And if he calls me a good girl, I almost purr.

And he doesn’t run our life without my input either, he’s always thinking of me and always asks my opinion about things. He looks out for me every chance he gets and reminds me often that he just wants to take care of me. I can be hard to take care of sometimes though, then he has to “remind” me how important I am to him.

Dan guides me in my submission by giving me limits and guidelines to follow. I bow to his dominance by following those guidelines and I express my gratitude for his willingness to take on this responsibility by showing him the respect he deserves.

I have given him the right to take me in hand when I need it. He knows this is a special gift and he’d never abuse it. He’s always been very consistent so I don’t ever have to wonder where I stand with him. I know what my limits are and I do my best to stay within them. He knows what to do if I start slipping and brings me back on course. I appreciate that because it makes me feel safe and keeps me centered.

I don’t know if all this rambling will make any sense to anyone, but it’s how I feel. I love Dan with all my being and my submission to him is just a natural part of that love.

Photo courtesy of Martha’s Girls at Retro Raunch.

The other morning I was being a bum, lying in bed watching some bad morning tv, and generally being bored. That is until Dan appeared and started quizzing me about what plans I had for the day. While I told him my plans, he started pinching my nipples and I started giggling and wiggling my naked butt around in the bed. All that pinching was making it hard to remember what I wanted to do besides enjoy all the attention he was giving my happy nipples.

About that time, Dan turned to the closet and started going through the toys hanging there. I got excited when I realized he was serious and I was going to get a good morning spanking. Yay!

Even when he turned around holding the long riding crop and that big strap, I was still excited. It’d been awhile since I’d felt that big strap on my bottom and after the big nipple pinching session, my bottom was feeling very greedy so I was all for having some fun with it.

That big strap was made by John of Leatherthorn Paddles and it’s one heck of an implement. It has a basketweave side and a smooth side which gives it two different sensations when it lands. I have a love/hate relationship with it. But that morning, all I could feel was the love…right in that most greedy and intense spot.

Dan didn’t do much warm up and pretty much just got right into the spanking. He started with the riding crop and began landing very stingy whacks all over my bottom. Every once in awhile, he’d use the length of the crop and land a stinging line across my bottom. That was super ouchie.

I was kicking and doing my usual squawking when he told me to lie still for him. I forced myself to lie still and that’s when he started strapping me. I’d forgotten how much that thing burned when it landed. It’s pretty intense so I rode out the waves while doing my best to be still. It’s not easy to be still when you’re bottom’s on fire, but I didn’t do too bad a job.

The one surprise I received was when I looked back over my shoulder and saw Dan swing that strap back over his shoulder. I looked away fast and waited for the strap to land. That was kinda scary, but in that good way.

I had to start complaining again though. Dan switched back to the crop, then the strap, then the crop…you get the picture. Burn, burn, burn, sting, sting sting, then start all over again. About the time I’d get used to one sensation, he’d change implements and I’d get some time to feel the other. It was a crazy sensation play ride. I loved it!

Somewhere in all of that sensation riding, I settled way down and just had a good time. That’s when Dan knows I’m in the zone and enjoying myself. He’s a good man to give me what I want like that.

Eventually he decided my bottom was the perfect shade of red and told me to move over to make room on the bed for him. That was some good stuff, let me tell ya. It was also a perfect way to start the day!

What was almost as good was, even though I didn’t bruise or show any long lasting redness, my bottom was good and tender for two days! Two days! I rarely get that kind of sweet tenderness for longer than a day. I couldn’t believe it. Dan and I have decided we’ll have to try that again sometime soon. Not really soon though. It takes some time for my bottom to get itself worked up to that level of greediness, but I’ll get there. I always do.

Since I mentioned switches, I thought it was just natural to move onto birching. I’ve never been birched but I’ve read plenty about it and seen a few pics. Although I’m not completely sure how I feel about it, I’m curious. Curiosity can be a dangerous thing in a girl like me, so I decided to do a little research before I got my bottom into serious trouble.

First I read a few stories on the web. Then I found a series of movies appropriately named “Birchington Manor” at Spanking Vids. The birching looked pretty ouchie but at least they got some nice after-care.

The girls of “Birchington Manor” seem to be having some real fun, but I’m still thinking I don’t think I want to visit that particular manor.

I don’t think I’m done researching just yet, I’m having too much fun!

It’s time for all those fun outdoor activities we all love. You know, camping, boating, cook-outs, naked ping pong…well, okay, maybe that last one isn’t for everyone. *wink*

But you know now that I think of it, I don’t know why we don’t have a ping pong table in our home. It would seem like a natural acitvity for a couple of spankos like us. It’s fun and there are paddles involved.

We could even develop some new rules. Although I have the feeling no matter who won, my bottom would be the one getting up close and personal with the paddles. Just sounds like good clean fun to me!