My butt cheeks need healing

I should be doing my lab report but alas I haven't posted here for a while and I wanted to update, more so because I've abandoned my blog  rather than being inspired. 

I love to be spanked but you already knew that. If you've ever read the Melody rejuvenation spanking stories, you'll know about nano-lotion, and goddamit, I wish it was real. That's how hard I like to play. I'm basically insatiable,  though there are times I still try convince myself I don't need to be spanked. But everyone knows I become insufferable if I'm not adequately spanked. I want to see if I can make it through the end of the year without asking for a spanking or being dragged across a knee Well, maybe not next year but next month. Baby steps. 

Why do this? 

1. Check if I'm in control of my spanking desires or if they control me 

2. My ass cheeks need to heal 

Real life reason I feel I should be spanked

Wasting money. 

I did not call the mail order prescription after I received the e-mail when they requested me to do so. 

Now, instead of getting the brand name prescription they've sent the generic prescription. I would be fine with this except that I was charged for the generic prescription and I wouldn't have been for the name brand. Insurance is weird. 

Cell phones

I now work a shift where I have to be awake at 4:00 am. Unfortunately I have not been able to fall asleep until 1:00 am; my mother being worried I will have an accident due to lack of sleep wants to take my phone away when I go to bed. Then there's Don, who has known since before I flunked out of college the second time, he believes I love spanking way too much for it to be effective, that my phone needs to be taken away so I am not distracted and I focus on school and work. Then, Eric, I told him I was texting and driving and of course he wanted to take my phone away as well. Granted I'm writing this blog post from my phone while at work. But I NEED my phone. What for? Tumblr, Twitter, e-mail. I am an adult. I can use my phone responsibly. I would like to think I can. I can't  have people threatning to confiscate it from me as if I were a teenager. Why is the blogger app unavailable?

A memorable public spanking.

We were on our way to OTKamping. We had stopped at a rest stop. I told Biggirlspanker he wouldn't dare spank me. Next thing I know, he's dragging me by the ear to a picnic table, bends me over, and starts spanking me with my paddle ball paddle. Lesson learned. Maybe. 

Spankaholic woes

I’m on to my seventh year of getting spankings. Lucky number seven. 
The first time I was ever spanked, I was left wanting more, however my bottom didn’t agree, I was new to spanking and my butt bruised severely. The guy spanking me didn’t want to harm me and stopped despite my pleas of wanting more. I was hooked on spanking, I wanted to be spanked weekly, daily! I found myself draped across nearly anyone who had lap and a swinging arm. I bruised as many hands as they bruised me. I stopped using my safe call as to not be judged by the number of times I was meeting new people. I was spanked in parks, in the back of cars, in parking lots, in hotels, in the back of the library, in restaurants, across tomb stones, over fallen trees, in dorms, I walked into people’s houses not knowing anything besides their screen name; yet I’ve been left wanting more and more, a never ending satisfaction, insatiable, unquenchable.

Am I not enough for you?

Was the first thing I was asked when I decided I wouldn't keep it a secret: no one in particular was my sole spanker/top/disciplinarian. I  wanted to be spanked every waking moment of my life, I wasn't going to wait for anyone to make themselves available to spank me. I've noticed the polygamy of the spanking scene. I am brazen about seeing multiple spankers. I am aware I am not anyone's only Spankee, yet I sense the territorial attitude from spankers. I could very well ask the same thing: Am I not enough for you? 

This year I've canceled more spankings than I've accepted

Do I dare consider myself a spankaholic? I need to find myself a boyfriend because whenever I want it most no one is available, and when I'm not in the mood suddenly everyone has time. But coming out to a boy, unless I meet him in the scene, will be a process. I'm getting old here. I don't want to wait anymore. I need someone who wants to spank me as much as I crave it.