Levels of soreness after a spanking

As my guy and I have got to know each other over the years, my guy spanks me a lot harder these days than he used to.

When we started dating, it was cute how tentative and concerned he was about spanking me too hard. Months later, he asked me if he could spank me harder. Since I gave him my approval, he hasn't looked back. Well, he has looked at my backside to admire his work after administering a spanking, but you know what I mean.

The last two spankings that I have received were by far the hardest ones that I have received from him. Normally, the soreness after such a fun spanking session lasts a day or two. The last two spankings have lasted for nearly three days. I liked that feeling of being thoroughly spanked and having that constant reminder when sitting down on a not-so-comfortable chair or bench.

I like playfully whining to my guy after being spanked, days after the fact.

"My bottom is still sore. It is going on to day three," I said to him at lunch the other day.
"Good," he replied, wolfing down his chicken teriyaki on rice. "I like inflicting pain."
"Geez, that sounds pretty sadistic. I have created a pain-inflicting monster!"
"Nah, I just enjoy spanking you hard and seeing your cute bottom turn various shades of pink."

I'm simply glad that he continues to love spanking me.

Dopey aftermath

My guy once told me that our conversations after sex are the best ones, simply because we are both in a dopey, euphoric mood. I completely concur. Last Wednesday was no exception.

After he had ejaculated, we were looking for paper towel to clean up. Well, he had run out, but had remembered to take some paper towels from the washroom before he left work. Unfortunately, they weren't exactly absorbent, but they did do an okay job -- just required more of them!

My guy and I cuddled. He started creating an infomercial about a new product called "hard and happy." It made us both laugh. The product was super-absorbent paper towel that you could find in the men's washroom for guys who needed to clean up their messes after ejaculation. The paper towel had to be gentle to not cause any chaffing, but strong enough to soak up semen.

He then attempted to market a similar product for women who get horny and wet after having their buttocks get groped and spanked. Yes, he was targeting naughty girls like me.

We had a nice chat about everything under the sun. He had told me several months ago that he had dreamt about kissing a complete stranger. However, those lips were mine and the way in which he was being kissed was all me. I had a similar dream a couple of Sundays ago.

I had dreamt that I was kissing a lead singer of a rock band that I have loved for years. I was really kissing my guy, though. I told my guy that I woke up happy that morning, which was true. He thought that it was sweet and lovingly stroked my face with his finger.

We don't normally have analytical conversations about how our relationship is going. We just know that we like being together, and respect and love each other. My guy said that we have a lot of chemistry. He is more aware of these sorts of things than I am. I am more of an intuitive, things-feel-right type. I agreed with him. We are similar in personality. We're not exact mirror images, but we are on the same bandwidth most of the time, which is helpful.

We are also pretty geeky. We embraced before we left the treehouse.

"You are the best," he whispered in my ear.
"You are the best, too," I said.

After our long, nice hug, we talked a bit more.

"We can't both be the best unless we think of the events as being distinct, as in mathematics. Then, it all makes sense."

I looked at him lovingly.

"I love how geeky you are, which is what I love about you."

I kissed him sweetly on his full lips. He wanted another kiss. I didn't hesitate.

"You kiss so sweetly," he replied with a smile.

It takes a sweet person to know one, I suppose.

Merry Christmas!

Hi, everyone!  Yes, I spent the entire day slaving away over a hot stove, making Christmas dinner.  As everyone here has passed out, not because I'm a horrible cook, but because I made way too much food and everyone decided it was mandatory to shovel every edible morsel down, I will catch up with my blogging here.

The other day, a friend that I went to high school with posted a couple of great pictures of her getting her much deserved birthday spanking when she was sixteen:

Notice how many people it took to hold her down as each swat was being administered.  All I can say is I am envious!

Here's the aftermath:

A well-spanked bottom!

Merry Christmas, everyone!  I hope everyone's bottom is as red as Santa's suit.

Aftermath of birthday spanking 2007

I woke up at around 08:30 the day of my birthday and could feel the dull ache from getting a rather sound birthday spanking roughly 8.5 hours earlier. It was nice.

It is a ritual for me to whine to my hubby after getting my bottom smacked.

"My bottom hurts," I'll playfully say in a whine.
"Good," he'll reply.

When I first reacted this way earlier in our relationship, he actually felt bad for me. I then had to tell him that I do it because it's a playful way of telling him that he did a superb job of smacking my backside and having its soreness last for a couple of days. He appreciates this odd way of complimenting his handy work... ha!

I decided to head over to the beach at around 15:00. I sat there on a wood bench. Probably ten minutes later, I felt like squirming, for my butt was getting uncomfortable. I'd get in my car. With the sun beaming down and warming my car seat, it was kind of a soothing reminder of how warm my backside felt after my birthday spanking.

I did get a few love-taps at the end of the night. My bottom was definitely sore. It's back to normal now. Temporarily. Thank goodness!