Showing posts with label spoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spoon. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Random act of kindness came in the mail

A few weeks ago, a tea company in Vancouver that I follow on Instagram did an act of random kindness. The company wanted to send me some goodies. It was so completely out of the blue!

Well, my gifts came in the mail. I got a bunch of looseleaf tea varieties. I also got some hand-carved wooden spoons to scoop the tea out of the containers. One is round and the other is heart-shaped.

This photo shows my purple jasmine tea with the heart-shaped wooden spoon:
  

It was such a thoughtful gesture. This company made my day and month.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

S is for spanking with spoons

After my guy was off work, he came back to the hotel to pick me up. We were off to shop.

We had to visit the Dollar Store. He needed to ship a bunch of training manuals back to our office and needed tape. It reminded me of the scene in Fifty Shades of Grey when Christian visited Ana's workplace to get some duct tape and rope.

I am pretty good at figuring out which aisle to go to for various items, even if I have never been to that particular store before. We found tape in the stationery area, which makes perfect sense to me.

We ended up in the kitchen accessories aisle. My guy found a four-pack of plastic spoons for mixing batter and such.We both liked the pastel colours. He took one and told me to bend over. He used the spoon on my backside a few times. He liked that it stung and bought the entire set. Yes, he splurged at the Dollar Store.

When my guy was at the checkout, the woman asked what we were going to cook when we got home. I didn't really want to say that it was for disciplining me, but I managed to make up something.

Anyway, we had a good evening spending time together and shopping. We then headed back to the hotel.

My guy loves my legs. I was in my pyjamas after I had finished showering. I wore a short-sleeved top and shorts.

He used the longest plastic mixing spoon, which was a pale pink, and slapped my thighs and calves with it. He then put me across his knee as he was sitting on the bed and used it on my backside. I was excited, even though it was starting to sting.

My shorts and panties came off. He spanked me some more with the spoon. I liked the sound that it made against my bare backside, but it hurt.

He stopped and rubbed my sore bottom for a bit. He then held me in his arms as I curled up against him.

It was the perfect way to end the evening.

Monday, April 18, 2016

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.

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

The naughty spoon to accompany the naughty bottom

I came across this wonderful photo on Heidi Klum's Instagram feed.


I love the idea of having a naughty spoon. She has a nice backside.

My guy got me a slotted wooden spoon a couple of months into our being an item. I still have it.

Perhaps I should also call it my naughty spoon and have my guy use it on me whenever I am bad, which would be all the time to him. I can't complain.