I haven't been in the mood for a good thrashing but if Eric ever has some free time I hardly ever hesitate to head over.
You see, Eric, he's pretty laid back. And almost every time I meet with him, the spankings are relaxed. Unless, I confess to some misdeed.
So despite the fact that I have some severe promised spankings when Eric mentioned he was free on Monday I didn't hesitate to bike over.
I love it most when he simply just spanks me with his hand. However, he knows I love intense spankings at times. These past few warm months I have been pretty wimpy, mostly because riding a bike on a blistered bottom isn't the most enjoyable feeling in the world. So in order to enjoy miles on the saddle I was cautious on whom I allowed to spank me.
Monday, Eric decided it's been long enough of hand spankings. He asked what I was in the mood for, and as always I said, hand. He suggested the cane, I admitted I had thought about it. So after I got a hand spanking, bending over I was, holding on to my knees for a real canning. I was a total wimp, I got up after nearly every cut.
He suggested some leather, back over his lap I went. I've discovered it's not just the hairbrush I hate, but more like any implement that can be effectively used while otk. The leather paddle was wicked; I kicked, nearly kicking his head every time. Next thing I know, my arms are locked behind me, my legs are locked, and he's wielding that dammed leather paddle on my poor bottom. I didn't ask him to stop, I just broke free, landing on my bottom, causing a carpet burn on my burning butt.
He asked me if I had enough, I admitted defeat, so when he calls me over, I think it's for a hug. But no, back over his knee I went for more hand spanking and eventually a bit more relaxed paddling.
This morning I get a text, I cracked the cane. Ha! Probably when I was being a baby and took the last over my jeans.
Granted, the bike ride home was a blast.
ps I have successfully avoided the hairbrush since April when a girl used it on me. So, I've decided since men use combs on their hair; feminine objects such as a hairbrush, and even wooden kitchen implements will be reserved for females only to use on me. I've decided to reinforce the patriarchy :P
Friday, November 11, 2011
It's the first snow fall of the season. It isn't winter yet.
This is the story of a girl, a girl who likes to be spanked. As a matter of fact she loves to be spanked; sometimes she even needs to be spanked.
However, there are times when she desperately wants to be spanked, she wants it so bad, she accepts a date for her spanking, then, when she finally has one scheduled, she cancels. Then, she wants one again, more fervently than before. The cycle is never ending.
Until she gets spanked.
And then, she's insatiable. She schedules a week of spankings.
THEN
She feels sick to her stomach. Overwhelmed, Saddened that there is no such thing like Melody's Nano Lotion in real life.
Ok, so this blog, didn't come out like I wanted it to, and for some reason I wrote it in third person. But, you, reader get the point.
I have 3 pending spankings. I haven't' been in the mood for a through spanking. Yeah, yeah. I have heard it plenty; Spankings are not for when I feel like it, and should take my medicine whenever it is deemed necessary by the spanker. Wrong. As the spankee, I am the one who makes the choice. Trust me, I use this to my advantage. Also, all three of the spankers have promised to give me the "hardest spanking of my life" for when I feel like it. Oh how patient they are. However, I know for a fact that no matter how hard they want to spank me, their hearts soften upon cries. They're spankers not monsters.
Do I feel guilty? maybe. I mean, how lame is it to opt out of a spanking just because I know I can?
I am not necessarily a naughty girl. I do love to get spanked. Sometimes, I do push too far. But if the spanker is patient enough, which I later learn, even if I forget a second later, I shouldn't have pushed too hard.
And then, when I do push too many buttons, my poor, tiny bottom is the one who suffers most. A spanker, well over six feet, his hand will most likely cover a whole entire cheek.
However, there are times when she desperately wants to be spanked, she wants it so bad, she accepts a date for her spanking, then, when she finally has one scheduled, she cancels. Then, she wants one again, more fervently than before. The cycle is never ending.
Until she gets spanked.
And then, she's insatiable. She schedules a week of spankings.
THENShe feels sick to her stomach. Overwhelmed, Saddened that there is no such thing like Melody's Nano Lotion in real life.
Ok, so this blog, didn't come out like I wanted it to, and for some reason I wrote it in third person. But, you, reader get the point.
I have 3 pending spankings. I haven't' been in the mood for a through spanking. Yeah, yeah. I have heard it plenty; Spankings are not for when I feel like it, and should take my medicine whenever it is deemed necessary by the spanker. Wrong. As the spankee, I am the one who makes the choice. Trust me, I use this to my advantage. Also, all three of the spankers have promised to give me the "hardest spanking of my life" for when I feel like it. Oh how patient they are. However, I know for a fact that no matter how hard they want to spank me, their hearts soften upon cries. They're spankers not monsters.
Do I feel guilty? maybe. I mean, how lame is it to opt out of a spanking just because I know I can?
I am not necessarily a naughty girl. I do love to get spanked. Sometimes, I do push too far. But if the spanker is patient enough, which I later learn, even if I forget a second later, I shouldn't have pushed too hard.
And then, when I do push too many buttons, my poor, tiny bottom is the one who suffers most. A spanker, well over six feet, his hand will most likely cover a whole entire cheek.
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