Friday, September 30, 2011

Facing the inevitable

I had this spanking coming since July. I kept postponing it, I was quite anxious. Whenever I meet with this guy, I always cry. At times it's liberating, at times it's from agonizing pain.


From left to right, Heavy punishment strap, light punishment strap, niko's thud, leather paddle.

I didn't want a harsh punishment strapping through out this summer. But earlier this week, it's what I felt I needed. I almost canceled Friday morning, but he convinced me it's what I needed. I nearly didn't open him the door. When I felt those first hand spanks, I was brazing myself for an agonizing session. After the first 15 of the strap; I felt he was holding back. Regardless, I wept and wept and wept, not so much from the building fire on my ass, but from a guilt I needed to let go of. He lectured on present transgressions, but I zoned out deep into my conscience. It was one o those sessions of release, somewhere near the end I reached euphoria.

There's an app for that

As spankos we are known to look at the world through our eager spanking eyes. We take one look at things and instantly there is pondering on how an item can be used as an implement or how convenient furniture is for the spankee to be bent over. Well, lo and behold there is now an app for counting swats, the pedometer!

Eric and I were pondering the number of calories burnt during a spanking session. To anyone who has ever given a spanking, they would know it's quite the exhausting work out. Ask any novice and they can confirm soreness in their arm and perhaps even blisters on their palm.

Meanwhile, let’s return to the excruciating spanking work out. We needed something to count calories for us. My quick-thinking mind thought of the pedometer. He quickly downloaded a pedometer app, strapped on his gym band, slid on his iPhone and ta-da! Actually, he forgot to press start, so for a few seconds we were quite disappointed with a failed idea. (And I suffered excruciating painful swats in vain.) Forward 100 swats later, it only burned 3 stinking calories. Calculate 300 hundred calories in, an average amount burned to an ok work out exercise, and we'd need 10,000 spanks!

No, we didn't even mention achieving an additional 10,000 swats; my bottom had already taken quite the intense hand spanking before the clever interruption of scientific data- gathering. Besides, we had calorie consuming plans of 9 scoops of ice cream, 9 toppings, 2 bananas, and whipped cream aka the destroyer from honey hut.


So I took over a month to post the blog, spank me :p

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Finicky. Who? Me? Never.

I don't like him, he's inexperienced, he's a brute, he spanks too hard, he spanks too soft, he wimps out before I do.

Eww is that sweat? Why are you trying to kiss me? Why are you spreading my legs? Why did you just touch my boob?

Why are you telling me, I'm topping from the bottom, being willful? Don't pull my hair. I don't want you to spank my thighs. You're spanking too high. I don't want you to use wooden implements. I'd like a proper warm up, you're spanking too soft. You're not being stern enough. Why are you being such a jerk? Don't tell me it's naughty for you to let me spank me, it's such a buzz kill.

Finicky. Who? Me? Never.