Sunday, September 30, 2007

Change in life and in the redness of my bottom

It has been just over two weeks since I last wrote here. I was put off by a comment posted in my last entry. I need to reinforce the notion that I started this blog because I wanted to write about my spanking experiences and what was on my mind with respect to spanking. I'm not here to find out how many hits I get a day on my blog or how many comments I get. I simply want to write about whatever I feel like that pertains to spanking. I understand that I will not please everyone who stops by and reads what I have to say. However, I do not enjoy critical, snarky remarks about topics I have written that do not interest folks. They are my thoughts and experiences. If you relate to them, that's cool. If not, there is no need to tell me what I should and should not post.

As far as my life goes, I'm in the process of changing jobs. I'm still a writer, but am moving from my current company to a large corporation. There is a lot of paperwork to fill out before I get a concrete start date, but it's worth the effort and time. I have also been accepted into graduate school. It's an exciting time in my life as far as my career and enhancing it go.

Two nights ago, I got a much deserved spanking from my hubby, G. I had been cheeky earlier, teasing him about his age. He is slightly older than I am, which I tease him about from time to time. He was thinking about a particular brand of candy that he had savoured when he was nine years old. I asked him deliberately if candy was invented back then. Yes, I was setting the stage for a good red-bottomed session.

Well, just before hitting the sack, we hugged and kissed. One thing led to another and his hand was lightly smacking my backside. He pulled down my shorts and gave me several swats over my low-rise panties.

He got me over his lap. The panties came down immediately. The smacks came down hard on my bottom -- and numerous, too. I love a good bare-bottomed spanking with his hand. It was personal. It was loving. And, it hurt.

I must have been over his knee for maybe seven minutes. He meticulously smacked each cheek, making sure that I felt the effects on his hand after each smack. At the very end, he gave me a brief birthday spanking -- a smack for each year that I have lived on this planet. It was terrific. My bottom was sore and I felt loved.

After he made sure I had an orgasmic experience, we hugged. It was a good start to the weekend.


  1. I'm glad your husband lays claim to your bare bottom. I hope he spanked it so it was rosy red from the top of your gluteal cleft all the way down to the tops of your legs. Did you admire his handiwork in the mirror afterwards?

    I especially like (maybe "like" isn't the right word, but you know what I mean) the smacks that land right across the heart of my sit spot...down at the exquisitely tender juncture of bumcheeks and thighs...down where the price being paid for my naughtiness does seem a tad exorbitant.

    It's a wonderful regression to childhood, isn't it; being spanked bare across the lap of domestic authority? Such a big, important girl when you're out and about in the world, but a decidedly helpless little penitent with your upturned, barenaked backside taking on the hot, stinging blush of accountability.

    Does G fondle as he spanks? Showing his gratefulness for you and your lovely bottom. I do enjoy your description of a spanking. But I am curious about the placement of the smacks and where upon your saucy seat cushions you react to them the most.

  2. Post a video, so that everyone can see how great the experience is so that they can replicate it for themselves.