Naughty little boy with his cap

On Friday, in the afternoon, DJ was being silly. He has a red fire warden hat he has to wear in case there's a fire in the building. Well, he wore it, despite the fact that there wasn't an evacuation going on.

"I'm afraid to look," I said, continuing to type with my back facing him.
"Just look," he said. I did. He had his cap on, which made me get chills up my spine.

"I shouldn't have looked," I said.

"What? Did I traumatize you?" he asked me with a slight snicker in his voice.

"I'm always traumatized," I said.

"Come on, it's Friday! Liven up," he insisted. I looked at him. He now had his cap on backwards.

"Oh dear," I said. He had a smirk on his face. It was quite a turn-on. A naughty little boy with his cap on backwards. He had that I-didn't-do-a-thing-but-I'm-an-insolent-little-boy expression on his face.

"Look at my cap now," he said to me. I looked. I smiled and held my composure. He had his cap on sideways.

I wanted to put him over my knee and spank him badly.

Of note, the SPAM fly swatter does a nice job in the spanking implement department. I have nearly recovered after all the swats on my bare bottom. Who knows? Maybe I'll asked to have that used on my birthday. There's still time.

Spanking with SPAM

It has been quite some time. I've been pretty busy. I've been away on a conference in Minnesota for over a week now and have returned to Toronto. It's nice to be home.

I just had to visit the SPAM museum in Austin, MN, which is just over an hour's drive south of the Twin Cities. Look! I have a new spanking implement:

It was only a dollar! I've always wanted to be swatted by a swatter. Ha!

G and I get to try it out. I'll let you know how that goes soon.

Recollections of my first spanking

I started dating G a few months after my twentieth birthday. He found out that I liked being spanked when he swatted me over my jeans a few times. Likewise, he opened up and said that he was a spanko, too.

I had never been spanked in my life, until this one day. He asked if I wanted to be spanked. I said yes, but didn't want a bare-bottomed one. As a result, he spanked me over my jeans, over his knee. I could feel the dull ache after it. It felt good. I was turned on. He was incredibly patient with me.

A day later, he asked if I wanted another spanking. I did. It was again over his knee. First, it was over my pants. He then asked if I wanted him to lower my panties down. I was willing to try it out, so I said yes.

Yes, I got my first bare-bottomed spanking. It was perhaps six smacks on each cheek with his hand. I loved it! It's now to the point where I take a lot more smacks for a longer period. It was a loving spanking that has endured over the course of our friendship, love, and marriage.

For the first few months, we experimented with a number of objects. To this day, I prefer getting spanked with G's bare hand. It's such a personal touch and my bottom is left a sore, lasting impression... ha! He also used the wooden hairbrush, which I like, but can only handle for so long before I squirm in pain.

G likes the cane. I gave him six of the best one day, as they say. It was his first caning received, and my first giving. We both don't like getting caned to the point where blood is drawn. I don't mind the cane, either.

G asked me to use his belt to strap him early in our relationship. I didn't like doing that to him. He didn't seem to mind getting his bottom strapped. I've also used a wooden clothes hanger on his cute bottom. I'd sooner use my hand on his backside, too.

I also like paddling him, particularly with him bent over a desk. He's okay with getting paddled, but has a lower pain threshold than I do. Yes, G said that to me after a few of these fun sessions. I wasn't even aware of that. Anyway, I do like getting paddled. A wooden paddle I had bought off eBay several years ago hangs on a hook in our bedroom. It comes in handy, I must confess.

We used to have our differences on getting pinches. He didn't like them, but I do. However, I changed his mind a few years after we were married. We were swimming together in the pool at a health club. We kissed. Sadly, I couldn't spank him underwater. Instead, I gave him a few loving pinches. I had completely changed his mind about receiving pinches. I'm so glad. He has a wonderful bottom for them.

Our spanking adventures continue to this day. It doesn't hurt unless you try. I know, I should lay off on the puns now.