Leather belts used on a bad girl

After work on Monday, I went grocery shopping at a cool discount store. It sells clothes, shoes, housewares, and more. The quality is decent for what you pay. I was there to get celery.

I walked into the store and saw an assortment of leather belts. It has been a while, but I was turned on just looking at them.

I have fantasized about having my hands tied with a leather belt. Another belt would be used to strap my bare backside.

I'm glad that I can think about it and get excited. I don't think I'd like to actually go through it in real life, even with a trusted partner. I enjoy thinking about it.

My outfit and shoes for the gala

My working overtime on Saturday kind of worked out nicely. I get Monday off. Later on tonight, I will be heading to a formal gala.

I have my outfit. It consists of a nice black sweater with gold buttons on the shoulders. It brings a nice, classy touch. It's also a comfortable sweater. I have never worn this one before, but I did get a grey one at the same time and have worn it for years.

My brown palazzo pants are still a go. I like the contrast of colours, rather than dressing all in black and feeling like I am at a funeral.

I am going with black socks and a pair of brown suede lace-up shoes. I have a pair of black leather dress shoes with chunky heels. The downside is that the temperature is supposed to dip down to -11°C. My brown suede shoes will keep me warm. The black ones will not. We also have snow and ice on the ground. Warmth and traction trump everything here. I don't care if my footwear may look odd to some. I need my feet to stay warm and I need to be safe.

I'm ready. Here's hoping that being a finalist turns into some sort of acknowledgement of the work that I did last year.

Being super bad to get a second spanking

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Bad girl spanking with a leather paddle

My guy finally had the energy to get out of bed, go to my suitcase, and retrieve my leather paddle.

"I need to spank you with this implement," he said, taking it out of its protective case.
"You don't have to. Why break my good girl record?" I asked.
"I will use the studded side on your butt," he said, ignoring my good girl comment.
"What studded side?" I asked.
"This one," he said, grinning.

I forgot that one side of my paddle had leather. The other side had silicone with stars that jut out.

"That's going to hurt," I concluded, playing a terrified girl.
"That's the point. Where's that cute butt of yours?"

I was lying on my back in bed and pretended to protect my butt. He rolled me over like a log to my left, but I moved back to my protective, neutral position. He then pulled me closer to him and started spanking my left buttock.

I normally don't fight it. However, it was fun doing it. I moved. He held my arm down and continued to spank me with the paddle. I ended up spanking him in the process, which was fun and aroused both of us.

Eventually, I caved by planting my face in a pillow and flipping over on my tummy. I liked the sound of the smacks that landed across my pyjama shorts.

"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said, continuing to spank me hard.
"Nope, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"I'm afraid that I'll need to spank you some more until your butt is bright red," he remarked.

He pulled down my shorts. He continued spanking me hard across my panties. I loved it.

"Are you a bad girl?" he asked me.
"Nope, I'm still good," I replied.

I was so wet when he pulled down my panties and spanked me with the paddle on my bare bottom.

"I like how red your butt is, bad girl," he said, continuing to spank me hard.
"It hurts, Mr Meanie," I replied.
"Good," he said.

He tested how wet I was by sliding his finger in my completely wet clit. He felt that I deserved to be pleasured. He made me reach orgasm. It was intense and amazing.

I was extremely lethargic. I kissed, thanked, and hugged him tightly while feeling the soreness of my butt increase. I love the feeling of being well-spanked and loved.

Snow and a chat about retrieving a leather paddle

On Monday, we got a ton of snow. It started at noon. I advised my small team to go home and continue working from home under safe conditions.

It's just past midnight. It's still snowing. I'm guessing that there is at least fifteen centimetres of snow outside.

Such a snowy day reminds me of the nicer weather in Dallas. It was nice to be in bed with my guy, chatting.

"I need an implement to spank you with," he insisted.
"You can use your hand like you did the other night," I pointed out.
"No, I want less work. I want an implement," he said.
"I brought my leather paddle," I said.
"Where is it?" he asked.
"In my suitcase," I replied.
"Go get it," he said.
"You're closer to it, lazy guy," I said.
"It' seems weird to be going into your suitcase," he noted.
"That has never stopped you before. You have retrieved a paddle, condoms, and lubricant from my suitcase. I always come prepared," I pointed out.
"True. I like exerting little energy," he said, smiling.
"I know. It's called being a lazy boy. I can almost call you a sofa," I joked.

We chatted some more. Eventually, he did manage to go get the paddle, likely because he knew it was time to spank me.

Elton John's Farewell Yellow Brick Road tour

Last night, I went to see Elton John in concert. He is on his farewell tour.

I have seen him in concert at least three times. The last time was back in 2009 when he was touring with Billy Joel. For some reason, I thought that this tour was six years ago. I was so wrong.

Anyway, I had a fabulous time. The only issue that I had was two women sitting next to me. They insisted on chatting through the whole concert. Why? None of us around you paid good money to hear you talk about topics that don't interest us. If you want to chat, do it outside.

What was even worse was one of the woman's leather jacket that she had on It had this pointy piece on it and it kept on poking my right arm for the first hour. I eventually elbowed her a number of times. She decided to switch places with her friend. I got relief.

It's amazing how some folks need a hammer dropped on their head to take a hint in manners.

Fun, hard spanking

When my guy and I returned to our hotel room, he continued to play with my nipples under my t-shirt. I had no bra on.

"Can you let me take my sandals off first?" I asked him politely.
"I just want you badly," he said, being his boyish self.

I got my sandals off. We kissed.

"I want to spank you," he said, pulling down my shorts and panties. "Bend over the bed."
"Okay," I said obediently and with excitement, which resulted in a lovetap on my left buttock.
"Did you bring the paddle?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's in my luggage," I replied. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that."
"I would still find another way to spank you, you know," he said.

He went rummaging through my luggage and found it.

"Do you have a rubber glove?" he asked me.
"I don't think I have one," I said, which resulted in a smack across my right buttock.
"Let me see if there's a shower cap," he improved.
"There isn't one," I noted. "I have one in my purse."

He went rummaging through my purse. It has tons of pockets. I asked him to simply bring it to me on the bed, as I was still bent over. Sure enough, I found it. Again, another lovetap happened across my left buttock.

"I found what you were looking for. I shouldn't be spanked," I said.
"Yes, you do. You're my bad girl," he noted.
"No, I'm your good girl," I noted.

He took the leather paddle out of its protective covering. He called me his bad girl and he diligently smacked each buttock with it. I squirmed. It was starting to hurt. He paddled me a bit harder, which made me say that it hurt. He continued and I got extremely wet.

He fingered me. I came hard. I lay bent over the bed limp. He wasn't done with me. He fingered both my wet pussy and my butt. Moments later, I came hard yet again.

He went to clean up. I pulled myself onto the bed. He joined me moments later and we cuddled.

He continued to lightly smack my bare butt. He likes doing that after delivering a good spanking. I love it, too.

Punished with a leather paddle, followed by cuddles

My guy and I moved from the sofa in our hotel room to the side of the bed. My guy was unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans. I sat on the edge of the bed next him, groping his right buttock.

"I think that you should be punished for being bad, not me," I insisted, enjoying groping him.
"Nope, you're my bad girl. Bend over the bed," he said.
"I don't want to," I said, reluctantly.

As I bent over, he gave me a playful smack on my left buttock.

I had a short skirt on. He lifted it up, which exposed my black panties. The black leather paddle matched up nicely with them.

He started smacking my left buttock a few times before he moved over to my right. The smacks started to sting after the first twenty.

"You're mean to my bottom," I said. "It hurts."
"Good," he replied. "Did you bring the wooden paddle?"
"No," I said.
"That's a reason to spank you harder," he insisted, doing just that.
"That hurts a lot!" I exclaimed.
"Where did you leave the wooden paddle?" he asked, continuing the paddling.
"I left it in my car," I said. "I can't be expected to bring everything because you're lazy."
"What, I'm going to go fetch it?" he asked.
"Yes," I challenged.

He pulled down my panties. I became completely aroused. I love when he does it. I know that I have been his bad girl.

The smacks were hard. He paused to run his hand from the back of my ankle to my thigh, and then went in the oppose direction down my right leg. He loves my bare legs.

He continued to paddle me across my bare butt.

"I love how red your butt is," he said, admiring the view.

He teased me by fingering my wet pussy, which made me want to orgasm. He then gave me a few smacks and did it again. He's my Mr. Meanie.

Eventually, he fingered me and made me reach orgasm hard. It was amazing.

He went to wash up. I pulled myself onto the king bed and rested there.

He came over and chuckled. He joined me in bed and cuddled.

"My butt is sore," I said.
"Good," he said.

He kissed me on my forehead as we continued to cuddle. I love a good start to the weekend.

Good girl gets a second spanking

Last weekend, my guy spanked me with a leather paddle. After a number of fun activities, we were cuddling in bed and chatting.

Somehow, I managed to say the following in passing:

"I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"It's time," he said, holding the leather paddle.
"But, you just spanked me," I pointed out.
"I need to spank you again for saying that you're good, when you aren't. Turn over."

I rolled over on my stomach. We were both naked. He slapped me hard with the leather paddle.

I don't get double spankings often. When I do, I like them. Sure, the second time stings more. However, I get more aroused because I am super bad in my guy's eyes.

After my hard spanking, he caressed my buttocks and gave me a hug. We cuddled some more in bed.

"My bottom is sore," I said, lying on my side.
"Good, my sweet bad girl," he said.

He hugged me tighter. I loved it.

Spanking my guy

I have been perfectly content putting away the spanking side of me and have loved being spanked by my guy since we have been together. An unexpected development happened over the weekend.

We were being intimate, with him on top of me. He was caressing my bare breasts as we were having sex.

"You are un-boob-lievable," he said to me, smiling with pride with that pun.
"That was bad!" I exclaimed, smacking his bare buttocks with both hands.

It was fun swatting him. He has a nice butt.

We then cuddled. We were chatting and I ended up saying that he was a bad boy.

"Do you want to spank me?" he asked.
"Really? You want to give it a try?" I asked.
"Sure. Let's try the paddle and see if I like it," he insisted.

He flipped over on his tummy. I got to slap each buttock with my leather paddle. It wasn't too hard. Medium in strength. I asked how he was. He was fine. He handled eight smacks. I then rubbed his buttocks and gave him a hug.

As expected, he doesn't get aroused being spanked. He does seeing my butt getting red and smacking it instead.

I'm glad that he wanted to give being spanked a try. I told him that he can continue to spank me, which we both looked at each other in agreement by smiling at each other.

Paddling and having anal sex on a Saturday morning

My guy and I got into the bed and cuddled. It always feels good to be in his arms.

He helped me take off my panties and shorts, along with my cold shoulder shirt.

We intertwined our legs. He caressed my left leg and got aroused.

I groped his buttock. He liked that. So did I.

"Where are the paddles?" he asked me.
"They are on the table," I replied, pointing at the table.

He got up and headed over to it. I continued admiring his naked backside from afar.

I brought two paddles with me this time. One was leather and the other was wood. He opted for the former.

"Turn around," he said, returning to the bed.
"But, I'm a good girl," I replied.
"You never are, sweetie," he said.

I turned onto my stomach. He proceeded to smack each buttock with the leather paddle. At first, I was okay. Then, each smack got harder and my butt was getting pretty sore. Several smacks later, he had another question for me.

"Where are the condoms and lube?" he asked next.
"They are in my luggage," I replied.

I am pretty organized. He appreciated it. He found my luggage and rummaged through it. He placed a condom on his hard member and applied lube.

Anal sex doesn't intimidate either of us anymore. I did have one flashback to our first time. This time became pretty close to my head bashing into the wooden headboard, as was the case our first time trying anal sex. I pointed that out and we moved further away from said headboard.

The sex was amazing. I came and became pretty dopey. We cuddled some more.

"I love your butt," my guy said to me, kissing my forehead.
"I love yours, too," I replied, groping is bare buttock.

I love starting a Saturday off right with him.

Allergic reactions, leather, and silicone

It has been an interesting week as far as odd allergic reactions go. I typically don't have any. This week, I had two.

On Monday, my left eye was itchy. It then decided to go into discharge mode. My contact lens hadn't torn, and I didn't have an eyelash caught between it and my eyeball.

It was snowing on my way home. I remembered that I had a small bottle of lubricating drops in my purse. Traffic was stop and go. When my car was at a full stop at a red light, I got some relief putting some drops in both eyes.

I got home and took my contacts out. My left eye had more of the itchy discharge than my right. The latter was starting. I had discharge all evening. Oh, fun! I did some research and it was an allergic reaction. What I was doing, which was putting moisturizing drops in my eyes, was the best solution.

Right now, I have a slight rash on my wrist. I have been using a stainless steel band on my Fitbit Alta. I have a feeling that I am allergic to it.

I changed my band to the replacement silicone one that Fitbit replaced. My original one broke and it was under warranty. We'll see if my rash will go away. 

I suppose that I am simply either a leather or silicone strap person. It seems to be the case for watches, Fitbit devices, and perhaps spanking implements.

Three spanking implements

I brought three spanking implements for my guy to use on me. Two are made of wood. The other is leather.

My guy has used two out of the three implements on me. The smaller wooden paddle is new.

"I brought three implements for you to choose from," I told my guy on the phone.
"I can't wait to use all three on your bare bottom for being such a bad girl," he remarked.

It'll be fun to see which one he chooses first.

Paddle hairbrush or thin leather paddle?

I have two implements. I let my guy choose which one he wants to spank me with.

The first is a wooden paddle hairbrush. It is rectangular, so it covers a lot of surface area when it comes to delivering a decent smack across each buttock.

The second is a long, thin leather paddle. It's kind of like a ruler, except that it's a bit wider in length. It's all leather and it packs a decent, consistent slap each time.

My guy prefers the latter. He has yet to spank me with the former.

I asked him why. He likes the longer handle on the leather paddle. He also likes how effective it is across my bare backside.

I'm good with whatever implement he uses. I simply love when he spanks me.

Staycation full of cuddling, spanking, and more

Next weekend is a long weekend here. I decided to do a staycation in my guy's town. I have enough points to do it for free.

We will be spending our weekend together, which is always nice. Perhaps we may leave our hotel room.

"I can't wait to be with you all weekend long," my guy said to me the other day.
"Likewise. It'll be a lot of fun," I replied.
"Can you make sure that you bring your black bra and short skirt?" he asked me.
"Of course," I replied.
"Don't forget that leather paddle," he said.
"I won't," I replied.

We both can't wait!

Love our lurkers (LOL) day - my spanking

For love our lurkers (LOL) day, I asked fellow readers to leave me comments. Each comment would lead to two smacks across my bare bottom, administered by my guy.

Well, after a revision, I went with a total of 34 smacks, and multiplied it by four:

• 34 smacks with a wooden hairbrush
• 34 slaps with a purple acrylic ruler
• 34 whacks with a leather paddle
• 34 spanks of my guy's choosing

Some details about the implements:

• My wooden hairbrush is a rectangular paddle brush, so it covers quite the surface area
• My purple acrylic ruler is one of my favourite spanking implements, which is always in my car's glove compartment
• I have two leather paddles, but my guy chose the larger one where one has leather on one side, and fuzzy soft purple material on the other
• As expected, my guy chose to use his bare hand to spank me

As crazy as this statement may sound, getting 136 smacks + more across your backside isn't that bad. That's not to say that my pert posterior isn't sore right now. Perhaps it's because we have fun banter as he spanks me that I don't notice how sore I am until well after the spanking is over.

We got into my car's backseat after lunch on Friday. I presented the spanking implements to him.

"Do you have a preference as to which one you'd like me to use?" my guy asked me.
"Not really. I would like you to spank me with your hand last, though," I replied.

I find that an open-hand spanking to hurt more. It's also the most intimate spanking to me. He was good with using his hand last.

My guy signalled me to go over his lap. I playfully protested, which caused him to give me a few swats as I finally got pulled over his knee. He took down my jeans and panties. He caressed my backside and told me that he has been looking forward to spanking me, especially before he flies off on business.

The unpredictability of whether he is going to spank me with the soft part of the paddle or the leather paddle added to the surprise. Naturally, a bad girl would prefer to have the former. My guy alternated between spanking me hard with the leather side and lightly with the fuzzy side. When the leather side landed, the sound was loud and sometimes shocked me when the hard slap came down. He teased me by rubbing the paddle across either buttock from time to time and quickly giving me a few smacks in succession.

My guy then used the purple ruler. He playfully scolded me for being his bad girl while slapping me with it. Some slaps came fast and in one spot. 

"That hurts!" I told him, trying to protect my bare butt with my hand.
"You are such a naughty girl. Move your hand," he sternly stated, tapping my hand with the ruler.
"No!" I replied defiantly.

My guy held my hand behind my back and used his free hand to continue slapping my bottom with the ruler. Because I was disobedient, he gave me ten extra slaps as punishment.

He then went to using the wooden hairbrush. He has never spanked me with one before. The last time I got a spanking with a wooden hairbrush was over a decade ago. It was exciting! 

My guy changed it around by being methodical about spanking each buttock with the same intensity. He changed the location while telling me that my butt was getting red. I knew that it was. I could feel the soreness set in, but I loved how it felt.

Finally, he caressed my sore backside.

"Are you going to admit that you're a very bad girl?" he asked me rhetorically.
"I've told you a ton of times that I am always good," I replied.
"That's not true. I already got a confession from you and now you are telling me a lie?" he asked me.
"No, it's the truth," I insisted.

My guy didn't like that. He spanked me hard with his hand. I loved every smack, even though my butt was warm and achy.

"Are you going to admit that you're a very bad girl now?" he asked me after my 34th smack with his hand.
"Yes," I replied.
"Good," he said, rubbing my backside for a while. "Your butt gets cuter when it has been spanked long and hard."

He helped me up. I sat next to him. He held me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

"You can certainly take a good, long spanking. I always knew that you could," he said to me tenderly.
"Thanks for being such a good spanker and my Mr Meanie," I replied.

He hugged me harder.

Love our lurkers (LOL) day 2 - the results

I hope that you had a wonderful Love Our Lurkers (LOL) day yesterday. I had a lot of fun checking out blogs that I visit regularly, and discovering brand new ones to add to my blogroll.

My goal was to have enough comments to get the number of smacks across my backside in the double digits. Thanks to everyone, both lurkers and non-lurkers, for leaving comments.

Fifteen fine folks left comments. The number of smacks that I will endure on my bare bottom will be thirty. I am more than thrilled!

I have votes for a leather implement, a ruler, and a hairbrush to be used on me. I still need to hammer out those details. Part of me wants all three implements used on me. I will need to discuss my strategy with my guy.

My guy likes the fact that I have a high pain threshold. Naturally, I am aiming for the following:

• Thirty smacks with the wooden hairbrush
• Thirty slaps with my purple acrylic ruler
• Thirty whacks with a leather paddle

I am adventurous. Yep, I'd be getting a grand total of ninety smacks. It just depends on how energetic and enthusiastic my guy will be. 

As always, I will keep you posted. Thanks for making my LOL day so memorable and fun!

R is for rubbing my sore butt

My guy used a leather paddle, his leather belt, plastic mixing spoons, and his hand to punish me while I was on vacation and he was working during the daytime in Seattle. I loved it all.

Towards the end of the week, when he used the leather paddle, I had no choice but to rub my sore backside afterwards. He smiled at me.

"That hurt," I said like a little girl, continuing to rub my warm bottom as I stood next to him.
"Good. You know that you deserved all of it," he said, smiling.
"No, you're just Mr. Meanie," I said, enjoying this ritual of whining about how sore my butt is.
"That's my job, sweetie," he said, giving me one final smack as he hit the showers.

My guy was nude. For the extra hard smack that I got, it was worth seeing him walk away as I admired his nice, attractive body from afar.

P is for pet and paddle

I recently got a betta fish as a pet. I last had a one a decade ago.

I was partially inspired to get a pet fish when I saw a beautiful Kickstarter project where the aquarium uses aquaponics to filter the water and even grow plants! It is a beautiful environment for my fish, who seemed so sad cooped up in a small see-through plastic container at the pet store.

Last Sunday, my friend and I went to the pet store. I picked out a male halfmoon betta. He is blue with a bit of red. He's pretty.

The aquarium system came with betta pellet food. I tried feeding it to my fish and he didn't want any of it. I was concerned that he didn't want to eat anything.

I then remembered that my first pet liked freeze-dried bloodworms. I went to my local pet store and bought a jar. I came back home, fed him one, and he loved it. He is a foodie!

I told my guy about my new pet fish. He's happy that I have a pet again. I have named him Bubbles, because he seems incredibly fascinated by the bubbles that he encounters on the water's surface. He also like making bubbles himself.

He reminds me of my guy, except that the latter likes blowing kisses at me from afar. Both are sweet fellas, though.

As for going down vacation memory lane, I had brought my leather paddle. I took it out of my suitcase one day with my guy standing next to me. He took it from me and gave my backside several hard swats. He laughed. He is truly my Mr. Meanie.

That's okay. I took the paddle back and gave him a couple of swats. It was my guy's first time with it. He didn't complain. He didn't whine. He didn't say that he didn't like it. He's doing well and continues to still be interested in being spanked.

Packing, Spring cleaning, and scanning a paddle

I have finally finished packing. Yep, it's just before 01:00.

It's nice to finally be on vacation. I have been pretty productive, which seems a bit odd.

I spent most of Friday cleaning up at home. I threw away old magazines and I have another bag of clothes to donate. Although it is still icy and snowy outside after yesterday's storm, it felt like a good Spring cleaning day to me.

On a good note, I found my trusty leather paddle. It is safely in my suitcase.

I wonder what those security folks do when they scan suitcases. Mine would be interesting with a paddle, a dong, and some restraints.

Perhaps those security folks don't even blink at such items anymore.