Worst bruising ever

Sadly it wasn't on my butt. It was on my inner thing/groin. If only my bottom would get those shades of purple/red/black/blue; alas, every area of my body seems to bruise beautifully besides my butt.

Summer

Favorite spanking spot: over stone bench in cemetery.
(Bleachers over looking baseball diamond comes a close second)
Ecstasy: Spanked in Friendly's restaurant.
Longest healing time: 2 weeks. Damn paddle ball paddle.
# 1 reason for crying: Not being able to convince the spanker to ease up. Not so much for the pain but more so the loss of control.
# 1 reason  to smile: Being dragged by the ear while my bottom is swatted.
# 1 reason to be smug: When the spanker desperately wants to break me and I become stoic.

Ever since June my bottom has colored more than it ever has. I like that. Also, my pain tolerance has significantly gone down. I don't know why.

disillusioned

It was in second grade geography that I learned of Puerto Rico. I thought, boy do I want to go there, they must be super rich; why else would it be named that. Little did I know I'd move to Cleveland a couple of years later and meet a whole lot of Puerto Ricans. 

The first apartment we lived in when in Cleveland was an upstairs apartment; the landlady lived downstairs. She often shared her childhood stories of how often she was spanked. My 9 year old self worshiped this woman, brazenly I'd ask her to share stories in detail. By 10, I believed I could get her to spank me, so, I began smacking her bottom and then running away. I did this shamelessly for a summer. perhaps? I do not recall how long. It wasn't until my brother told me she was so fed up with me she wanted to "darle una pela a tu hermana" upon hearing this I resigned myself to never getting a spanking from her. After all I wasn't her child for her to discipline and I was just a little brazen girl. It was at the tender age of 10 that the realization of not getting a spanking for misbehaving would not just simply happen, finally settled in.