My birthday is a month away. I tend to look forward to my birthday because I enjoy receiving a sound birthday spanking.
I like thinking about how I will be spanked. I love being spanked over my pajama bottoms at roughly the stroke (pun intended!) of midnight, which then come off. I then get spanked over my panties. They ultimately come off and all the spanker can do is watch my bare backside turn various shades of pink.
I have planted a few ideas into my guy's head on what I would like to happen to me. It isn't like he doesn't know. One element that is new, however, is counting each smack delivered out loud.
We both are quiet counters. I do think that my counting each smack that lands across my backside will excite me even more. My guy will like it because it's an added embarrassment for me, which he tends to enjoy when we are role-playing.
The question is whether I should count before or after each smack. I would like to count after each smack is delivered. I will be struggling to register each smack before I can utter the number out loud. I will be in some pain that I may get it wrong. If my guy has to start from the beginning because I have made an error, I would be okay with it.
Without even asking him, my guy told me that he wants to pinch my bottom hard. I will get a pinch for ever year that I have been on this planet.
I can guarantee that I will be a happy birthday girl with a glowing, sore bottom that day. My birthday seems so far away.
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Sunday, June 03, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Counting while being spanked
Bare with me here (pun wasn't intended... honest!), as I take you through my twisted mind.
All week, Live! with Kelly has been giving moms money for doing various game show-like activities. At the end of the game, based on how many dolls had fresh diapers on them or how many mom singers were identified when their songs were played, mom contestants would get $100 for each correctly diapered doll or correct answer, respectively.
The counting of each hundred-dollar bill stimulated me. It was a bit of a surprise, at first. Just hearing the audience and the co-hosts shout, "One! Two! Three!" in unison reminded me of getting spanked.
I like being spanked on my birthday. One reason is that I like getting spanked my age over a clothed bottom, over my panties, and then across my bare bottom. The interesting tidbit is that I have never been asked to count each smack across my backside out loud. I do, however, count in my head, which turns me on.
Would I enjoy the semi-embarrassment of counting each smack that I get? I would need to explore this option. My guy, for instance, does keep tabs on how many smacks that he is administering. He, too, counts quietly.
To me, this observation is eye-opening. I am a numbers gal. I nearly majored in mathematics, but settled to minor in the subject as an undergraduate student. Although I have always enjoyed math, my love for the subject would have been heightened if I had applied it to something enjoyable, like spankings.
When I get to see my guy next week, I will need to see if my counting the swats that I receive would arouse us.
I haven't talked much about my guy as of late. The other day, he had told me that his mom had to go into the hospital for an emergency procedure. My guy handles stress well and he took this past week off to be with her. They are both doing well.
I am about to hit the sack. Sadly, counting sheep doesn't turn me on.
All week, Live! with Kelly has been giving moms money for doing various game show-like activities. At the end of the game, based on how many dolls had fresh diapers on them or how many mom singers were identified when their songs were played, mom contestants would get $100 for each correctly diapered doll or correct answer, respectively.
The counting of each hundred-dollar bill stimulated me. It was a bit of a surprise, at first. Just hearing the audience and the co-hosts shout, "One! Two! Three!" in unison reminded me of getting spanked.
I like being spanked on my birthday. One reason is that I like getting spanked my age over a clothed bottom, over my panties, and then across my bare bottom. The interesting tidbit is that I have never been asked to count each smack across my backside out loud. I do, however, count in my head, which turns me on.
Would I enjoy the semi-embarrassment of counting each smack that I get? I would need to explore this option. My guy, for instance, does keep tabs on how many smacks that he is administering. He, too, counts quietly.
To me, this observation is eye-opening. I am a numbers gal. I nearly majored in mathematics, but settled to minor in the subject as an undergraduate student. Although I have always enjoyed math, my love for the subject would have been heightened if I had applied it to something enjoyable, like spankings.
When I get to see my guy next week, I will need to see if my counting the swats that I receive would arouse us.
I haven't talked much about my guy as of late. The other day, he had told me that his mom had to go into the hospital for an emergency procedure. My guy handles stress well and he took this past week off to be with her. They are both doing well.
I am about to hit the sack. Sadly, counting sheep doesn't turn me on.
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