Skin tag in the corner of my right eye - gone after a couple of years

During the pandemic, I developed a skin tag in the corner of my right eye. It didn't hurt. It didn't obstruct my vision. 

I can't pinpoint how long I've had it. I looked at photo and it has been there for a couple of years, at least.

The other day, I looked at it in the mirror. I felt it was time to get it removed. I had only had one other skin tag in my life. It was in my armpit area. It was so minor that I squeezed the base of it. A few days later, it fell off on its own.

I knew that the one in the corner of my eye wouldn't be that simple to remove. Its base was thicker. I decided to freeze it off with Compound-W's over-the-counter skin tag remover.

It was easy. I bought it from the drugstore and immediately used it in my car. It has this blue adhesive circle. You basically have your skin tag jut through the tiny hole, to target it for the freezing solution. It also protected the area around the skin tag, so you can't mess up the application.

You apply the applicator with the freezing material on your skin tag for twenty seconds. It did feel like my skin tag was burning, so I applied it in five-second intervals four times. It was more comfortable that way.

An hour ago, I brushed the corner of my eye because it was a bit itchy. My skin tag fell off.

Wow! The package said that it takes up to two weeks for the skin tag to fall off after the application. Mine didn't even take a full two days!

This area did sting a bit when I went to wash my face. It'll need some time to heal, but it's quite an effective skin tag removal kit. I highly recommend it.

It does run a bit on the pricy side. However, it worked like a charm. Here's hoping that I don't get another skin tag. However, I do have a kit to remove it, so I'd be fine.

Panties and a hand spanking

I find that a bit of my butt cheek peeking out of my panties arouses me immensely. I can either spank what bare skin is there, or I have the option of either hiking my panties up or taking them down for a spanking.

My recent self-spanking session was a hand spanking. I like a good hand spanking because it's personal. It's human hand contact on ultimately bare skin.

I ended up pulling down my panties and giving myself a decent hand spanking. I started with soft taps that gradually became harder. I have forgotten how much I love the sound and feel of a hand across each buttock. I like the sting that gradually forms. I love how pink my backside gets.

It was good. I have also missed reaching orgasm. I have also missed waking up to a sore bottom.

I do miss having a partner who enjoys spanking a bad girl. This session shows that pleasuring myself is a nice form of self-care.

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.

X is for xylography

When it comes to such challenges, I have difficulty writing about a topic that begins with the letter x. I actually went to the dictionary and selected a random word.

So, here it is:

Xylography (noun). The art of engraving on wood

I have a couple of wooden paddles. I ordered them a while back on eBay when it had a fetish section. I don't think that it exists these days. I could be wrong. As of late, I tend to browse for paddles on Etsy.

Anyway, I love these paddles. They are sturdy and I end up with a tender backside when they are used on me.

They are simple in shape, but the quality is incredible. The only engraving that appears on them is the creator's initials, which appears as a pretty decoration on the handle.

I have seen paddles that have cute hearts or words engraved on the paddle part. They look nice, but I would be intimidated having such beautiful pieces used on my bare bottom.

To me, they are works of art. I'd rather enjoy them by viewing them. Xylography is a wonderful skill to have. I admire those who are passionate about their craft.

Flower fly swatters as spanking implements

As mentioned in a previous post, I visited the local dollar store. I was there to get some Krazy Glue for one of the wheel stoppers on my Gazelle glider, which I use practically daily to work out as I watch TV.

My guy, whom I affectionally call Cheap Bastard now and again, got me into visiting the store. The first couple of months that we were dating, he managed to buy a couple of bamboo spatulas from a dollar store as spanking implements. They work effectively and they have not splintered across my bare bottom.

As I browsed, I noticed the garden section. Yes, here's hoping that winter is finally over!

I found a two-pack of flower-shaped fly swatters. They look like this picture, except that one of flowers is purple:

I tested them out my slapping one of them against the back of my hand. They are pretty flexible that I am sure that they pack many decent swats across my backside.

I told my guy about my find. He was proud that I got them for a decent price, that they were in my favourite two colours, and that he couldn't wait to spank me with them.

It was a wonderful find. I will report back on how they fair when I get spanked with them.