Spanking Bethie

We’re still on the road, but I wanted to issue a traveler’s advisory to you other brats. Whenever you check into a hotel room, check to make sure the curtains don’t have those nasty plastic rods attached to them. You know, the ones they attach to the tops so you can pull them closed easily.

I’ve always appreciated them before because I’m not all that tall and they kept me from bouncing around in front of my windows trying to get the curtains drawn completely closed. But now, I don’t ever want to see another one of those again..ever!

You see, Dan’s had his eyes on them all along and has even tried to remove one before because he thought they’d make great spanking toys. Luckily, they’re usually put them on well enough that they’re not easily removed. Today though, we checked into a place that didn’t have theirs as well secured. In fact, one of the rods was completely off and lying on the sill.

That alone was bad enough, but Dan just happened to find it after I’d let off a little grumpy steam. The last couple of traveling days have been a little rough so it was natural. Too bad he didn’t think so.

It was a long clear plastic rod and just looking at it, I knew it was going to hurt. I wasn’t too eager to try it out but Dan made me bend over my bed and gave me three whacks with that thing. He did it over my pants but it still stung like crazy. Wow! That thing was ouchie!

Later he bent me over the vanity and gave me another quick spanking with the smaller one from the bathroom window. It turns out even that one stings like the devil. Grrrrr!

It looks like I’m going to have to screen the places we stay at a little more carefully from now on. I wonder what the reservation desk agents would think if I asked them if the curtains in their hotel came with those plastic rods? I’m sure they’d think I was crazy and probably wouldn’t know…but it couldn’t hurt to ask since I know for sure it really does hurt if they do have them! LOL

Somehow today, I got spanked for someone else’s catfight. Can you believe it?

It started like this, I was describing the latest little bit of cattiness among my female acquaintances and Dan was supposed to be listening to my story. I assumed he was listening with interest since this was an important part of my day. Little did I realize he was just humoring me.

As I launced into round two of my story, he said casually, “Do you realize I’m as interested in what you’re saying right now, as you are in what that-girl-you-don’t-like says to you?”

I was so surprised and taken aback, I responded in the only way I knew how to. I stuck my tongue out at Dan.

Well, that of course, can only lead to one thing. I got spanked. And spanked with one of the stingy oar paddles. Ouchie!

Dan then explained that he was only teasing me when he said that to me. How was I supposed to know? All I know now is that I’m sitting on a bottom that still stings from that spanking.

Makes me wish I could pass it on to the brats that I was telling him about in the first place. I’m no top, but I’m starting to think I could actually do something like this. LOL

Someone recommended this book to me and luckily I found it among the books at Love’s Package. I’m hoping it’s as good as my friend said it was because I never seem to get enough input on this lifestyle of ours. I generally prefer spanking fiction, but I thought this might be a good read.

Speaking of spanking fiction, I’ve been having a good time reading the entries for the Den’s contest. We’ve had some great entries and it’s really been fun. Unluckily it ends tomorrow and I’ll have to draw for winners. I knew I wouldn’t be able to judge the entries so instead, I’m taking the entrant’s names, putting them into bowls, and drawing for the winners. I just wish I could give everyone who entered a nice oar paddle.

Actually I’d like to give them mine! Darn but that thing stings and stings. Dan wasn’t happy just to have one either, there are two of those little oars hanging on our walls. There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from spanking implements in our place.

Did anyone see Dan’s post about trying to outrun a spanking? I have nowhere to run. Not so much because of the size of our present place, but because no matter what room I run into, there’s another implement hanging on the wall.

There’s the evil rubber spatula in the kitchen, miniature oar outside the kitchen, another oar in the hallway, small schoolmaster’s strap and short crop by his computer, bath brush in the bathroom, and countless toys in the bedroom. Sheesh!

Sometimes I catch myself running in circles because I can’t decide which implement I’d rather be spanked with at that particular moment. Don’t want to get caught running to the wrong implement! Then, once an implement is found, sometimes I’ll run around in circles some more while he spanks me.

I actually made myself dizzy the other day. I was already a little tender from the spatula and I sure didn’t want to take a chance on any bath brush action, so I was on the run with nowhere to go. I just sort of danced around while Dan laughed at me. Right before he grabbed one of the oars off the wall, of course. Then I did a different kind of dance.

We really need to find a bigger place. There will still be plenty of implements to spread around, but at least I won’t be making myself dizzy as much. *grin*