This is a list of the professionals who have spanked me.

CPR instructor

Geek squad agent
Truck driver
Drummer
Business men
Nurses
Bank teller
Electrical engineer
Book writer
Vietnam veteran
Media technician
Chemical engineer
Canvasser
Hair stylist
Reporter
Retirees
College students
Paramedic

Bar Tender

The more you ride your bike, the less your butt will hurt.

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

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.

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

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.

Summer in the Woods

The spare time of this summer was spent biking to the metro-parks and being spanked in the woods. It was a blast, however, it was simply a unique detail in my other wise ordinary life. The outdoors, are not too keen on this sweet blooded girl, specially those mosquitoes. One of the men whom I let spank me, naked from the waist down, with my skirt tucked up, while I leaned on a tree, his name, I never learned. Another, when encountered by the ranger pre-spanking lied and told her we were in the uber-secluded area bird viewing.

An interesting fact about these spankings was that it was mainly from men I had never met before, they did not know my pain tolerance, it never intensified more than a hand spanking. Despite being out in the woods, not once did I get the switch, although, a few did mention the possibility. They were respectful, glad to be allowed to spank a willing girl during lunch hour. I was never spanked for any misdeeds, sometimes I'd be chastised for allowing them to spank me after only having met them in the parking lot lot minutes earlier, or simply for allowing him, a strange man, bare my bottom. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars for not having met up with a real freak and still be alive. As for now I think the adventures in the woods have come to rest. Next, I'm thinking of getting the cane at the university, this endeavor however will be a bit more challenging. Not a lot of men know how to properly deliver the cane, that, and not everyone has an adventure streak of doing forbidding things while on private property. Not to mention, the insane human traffic during fall and spring semesters. While I am intrigued by the school paddle, it would be louder, and my buttocks are not real lovers of blistering implements.

I loved the control I had over my spankings as corporate men spanked me, not wanting to hurt me, they continuously asked if how they were spanking was ok. At times it was a turn off, but as much as I'd like to conceal my desperate need to be over a strong man's lap, my body seemed to take control of it's self and go against everything una señorita decente should do. Because, spankings hurts enough as it is, and being spanked in an undesired area is quite unpleasant, I have made serious considerations to ductaping a perimeter around the allowed spankable area for future spankings. A real laugh, I imagine.