Spanking Bethie

Of course I received a spanking toy for Christmas! And this is a nice one from JT’s Stockroom. It’s just the right length for close spankings and has a nice sized slapper. It’s perfect for over the knee sessions or spanking my boobies .

We’ve played a little already and I have a feeling it’s going to be one of my favorite implements. Mmmmm I love leather!

All in all, our first Christmas together was yummy and Santa/Dan got me all kinds of good stuff. I guess I really was a very good girl this year! *wink*

I’m not sure if it’s a result of holiday stress or remodeling anxiety, but I’ve been having strange dreams lately. Not nightmares exactly, but still very unsettling.

I think the whole thing started because our hot water heater is having issues and I haven’t been able to take the long hot showers I’m used to. Which means I’ve had to make allowances in my usual grooming routine. Every day I have to make a choice as to what part of my anatomy gets shaved properly and I’m losing my personal war on excessive body hair.

Okay, maybe it’s not really excessive…but all the same, I don’t like it. I know body hair is normal, but then I never claimed to be normal. I like hair on my head and that’s it. Everything else I like to keep to a bare minimum. Also, I prefer shaving myself so that means I need time in the shower every day for this sometimes delicate procedure.

What this boils down to is, I’m getting furry in certain areas. And it’s starting to bother me. I could take an extra shower just for my shaving needs, but there are just not enough hours in the day for that right now. Darn it.

It was bad enough when I was obsessing about this during my waking hours but now I’m having dreams about it. I have dreams in which no matter how much I shave, it immediately grows back and grows back longer and thicker every time.

I blame that dream on spending way too much time with my mother lately preparing for the holiday season. She always warned me about starting shaving too early when I was a teenager. She was full of dire warnings about just that sort of excessive hair growth happening as a result. To think, I just laughed at her at the time!

The worst dream is the one in which I have grown long streaming pubic hair that can’t be confined by my panties and hangs down my thighs. It’s horrible! I try stuffing it back up inside my panties but every time I get one area under control, more springs out somewhere else. I wake up in a cold sweat and immediately reach for my crotch to make sure this phenomenon hasn’t really happened overnight. I told Dan about that one and he almost fell out of bed laughing at me. Hmph!

My only hope is that we get a new water heater or Santa brings me a new electric shaver. Otherwise, by next week I’ll be dreaming I’m the bride of Sasquatch. Yeah, I know, I have issues.

I wonder if I work this nightmare thing right, if I can get a spanking out of it. Maybe I should suggest that a good nightly spanking might help ward off the bad dreams? Mmmm that sounds kinda nice, now that I think about it. Couldn’t hurt, except in that good way, of course. I’ll let you know how my evil plan suggestion works. *wink*

I love this time of year but because of all the hustle and bustle involved in trying to get ready for the onslaught of family; we just don’t have a lot of time for playing. Which really sucks because I could use the stress relief of a good spanking.

The best we could manage was a mid-afternoon quickie with the CB paddle. I love that thing. I came careening through the bedroom and was pleasantly surprised when Dan grabbed me, pulled me over his knee, and began applying that paddle to my bottom. He didn’t mess around with any warm-up so it stung like crazy from the beginning.

I kicked and squealed a little but I was enjoying the sting and spreading warmth. Dan made it a quick one though and in just a few minutes, he pulled me back up and set me on my feet. We both knew things had to be done and I needed to get moving again. Darn it!

The nice thing was, even though it was fast, it was furious and I had a nice warm bottom to get me through my next couple of tasks. Unluckily, it didn’t last nearly long enough.

Oh well, at least I got a quickie and that’s better than nothing. And it was a promise of more to come. Dan keeps reminding me that once things settle down, I’ll get another big spanking. Yay! I definitely want need one! *grin*

I have to start out by saying; I love a good, long, hard spanking. And for me that type of spanking should include an implement or two, or three, or…well, you get the picture. Hand spankings are great for warm-ups or quick attention getters when a full spanking isn’t feasible, but I *like* implements!

In fact, my implement obsession almost worries me sometimes. I can’t walk down the kitchen utensil aisle at any store without handling the spoons and spatulas wondering what they’d feel like striking my bottom. I get this crazy tingle throughout my whole bottom if I find something especially enticing.

I can’t go into those nice gourmet cooking supply stores without coming out flushed, completely turned on, and with a sack full of utensils that will never be used for cooking food. The closest they’ll get to that is the roasting of my butt during a spanking.

And utensils are just the beginning. I can find spanking toys everywhere I look when I go shopping for everyday items. Bath brushes, ping-pong paddles, belts, hairbrushes, paint stirrers, and leashes are just a few things that catch my eye and get me thinking about spanking.

I can’t even innocently shop for food because sooner or later I’ll spot some kind of ginger. Have I mentioned that I like ginger play? Yeah, I know it’s not an implement but it it certainly makes any implement a little more intense. *grin*

Just seeing a gingerbread cookie can start some pretty lurid fantasies. I’m sure anyone who happened by and noticed the lust in my eyes as I caressed the little gingerbread man in my hands just assumed I was on a diet. If they only knew!

Those are just the everyday things I run into. I love cruising the internet looking for bigger and more interesting toys. It’s been fun looking for Christmas goodies but I catch myself practically drooling on my keyboard sometimes. I look at the implements and try to imagine what they’d feel like spanking my bottom.

The only problem with the internet is that I find myself getting slightly frustrated because I can’t touch the toys and feel them in my hands. I love the feel and smell of leather and good wood products. I want to take each toy and pop it across my palm or against my thigh just to see what kind of impact each would have. It really can be frustrating! For me, this is as bad as watching a good porno alone.

Luckily, I can usually find Dan and goad him into at least a quick spanking to relieve some of that frustration. If I tried that tactic every time I got a little hot and bothered by looking at toys, that poor man would never get a break. Not sure if that’s a bad thing?

This all makes me wonder, where do I stop? Will I ever have enough implements to make me happy or will I wander through life seeing spanking toys everywhere I go? Somehow I have the feeling I’m always going to be like this. I can see it now, I’m going to be some crazed little old lady in a nursing home, sitting in my rocker and eyeing all those walking canes with a gleam in my eye.