Once bitten, twice spanked

My guy likes giving me lovetaps throughout the day. They lead to wonderful spankings.

I was brushing my teeth. He came into the bathroom, which is spacious. He slapped each buttock several times, saying that I will always be his naughty girl.

The other evening, we went out for dinner, and came back. Kissing, hugging, and more in an elevator to ourselves going up 32 floors is wonderful.

We got into our hotel room where he hugged me from behind and gave me several kisses. He was planning on hanging up his coat.

We have wooden hangers in our closet. He took one and used it across my bottom.

"It has been a long time since I have been spanked by a wooden clothes hanger," I said.  "Bend over," he said.

I loved how it felt. Just ten slaps across my clothed backside. I was turned on. He even used the hanger to rub my crotch and get me excited. I feel bad for the next person using that hanger for their clothes.

My guy and I did some fun role-playing in which he is Mr Meanie and I am the good girl who never deserves to be spanked.

He used the leather paddle across my bottom. He took down my panties. I tried grabbing them and pulling them up, but the smacks got harder. I tried to cover my bare buttocks with my hands, but he slapped my hands away with the leather paddle, and then continued to spank me harder.

It was a fun night. He entered me from behind and made me reach orgasm. I then gave him a handjob.

We then spent the evening laughing and cuddling. He rubbed my sore bottom just before we fell asleep. It was sweet.

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.