I'm back!

It has been way too long since I wrote. I'm sorry.

It took me forever to figure out what my username is to log into my Blogger account. Yes, I have been absent for far too long.

In a nutshell, I dissolved my marriage to G last year. We had been married for nearly fifteen years. We are still on speaking terms and our split was for the best. Unfortunately, my realizing that our marriage was not a healthy one took far too long for me to figure out. Better late than never, I suppose.

Sadly, as a result of separating from G, I have not been spanked for quite some time. I miss being bent over a warm lap and having by bottom spanked. I miss my skirt being lifted up, my underwear being taken down, and my bottom being repeated smacked until it hurts like crazy.

I'm back. You won't hear too many stories about getting spanked these days, but I hope to find a decent man. Perhaps someday, I'll have someone else to spank me and vice-versa.

Hanky spanky... nothing like a good spanking

As you have probably noticed, my profile picture shows a lovely pair of boy briefs with hanky spanky written on the back of them.  I did get them for Christmas.  It is indeed my first pair of panties that has some message across the backside of them.  I love them!

The hanky spanky message is a reference to Madonna.  Yes, I am a fan of Madonna, having been one since I was thirteen years of age.  Her song, "Hanky panky," came out when I was in high school.  I thought it was great.  I had an interest in spanking then, but never exercised it until years later.  I was excited that Madonna sang about getting a spanking and how she wanted it.  It was great seeing her attractive backside slapped onstage by one of her dancers when she was on tour.  I enjoyed that moment immensely.

Anyway, it seemed fitting to ask for these panties for Christmas.  They fit well.  I have yet to be spanked in them.  More on that when that news story occurs...

All I need is another pair of panties that has spank me on the back, and my collection will be complete.

Happy 2009!

I'd like to wish everyone a great 2009!  Here's to more fun, spanking experiences, and sore, red bottoms.

I just came back from a one-week trip out west.  I flew on Westjet.  I love the live television programming that you get on all their flights.  However, I've noticed that over the years, I need more padding on whatever I sit on.  

I know what you are thinking already.  It probably goes something like this:

"Well, Cutiebootie, if you weren't so facetious and naughty, you wouldn't have such a sore backside.  If you were a good girl, you could sit on any chair or padded seat without any discomfort."

Here's the catch.  When I do sit on a padded desk chair or dining chair, and have not been severely spanked recently, my bottom does feel numb and I feel uncomfortable.  I'm like that even when I'm driving for a couple of hours in my car.  I actually have a seat cushion on my car seat, which I love.

When I am on a two-hour flight, my butt gets sore and almost feels numb.  I shift positions and such, which helps a bit.

My trip coming back to Toronto was most uncomfortable.  Yes, it was a two-hour flight.  On top of that, I was spanked the night before.

I must remember to bring a padded cushion next time.  I don't care what others think.  If you do see a woman with a small cushion on a plane, you'll know that it's me. =)

Merry Christmas!

I am lucky to have a four-day vacation.  It helps that both Christmas and Boxing Day land on a Thursday and a Friday, respectively, this year.

I'd like to wish you all a merry Christmas and a spanking-good 2009 to come.  Many happy spanking returns!  I'm sure there are more puns that can be inserted here, but I will not subject you to them. =)

Right now, I am taking a much needed break from preparing and serving Christmas dinner.  I promise to get back to the spanking swing of things.  Yes, that pun was intentional... ha!

G and I are thinking about getting a new spanking implement.  Any suggestions?  Yes, the implement is for both our bottoms.  If you think we should splurge and get one for each of your backsides, please let me know.

A pinch of this, a pinch of that...

I'm flashing back to my childhood again.  I've been baking up a storm in the kitchen these days, now that I have what seems to be free time again to do activities that I love.  Baking is one of them.  As you may have noticed, I've updated my blog more in the month of December than all my entries this summer.

If you have been reading my blog for a bit, you probably can tell that I love a good spanking, but also enjoy receiving a few pinches on my backside.  Where did pinches come into play for me?  This entries is where I attempt to sort this interest out.

I remember being four years old.  My mom gave me baths and would often pinch my bottom.  It wasn't such a hurtful pinch that I had to rub my bottom.  It was out of love.

In senior kindergarten, I had a female teacher who would give unsuspecting children in her class pinches on their backsides during gym class.  They weren't often, I'm afraid.  It would generally happen on a sort of horizontal beam.  My childhood friends and I would hang over this beam, with our posteriors facing up.  Naturally, the teacher would walk around.  I suppose she couldn't resist and gave each up-in-the-air bottom a pinch.  You felt it.  This happened to me just once.  A friend of mine gave me a pinch once, saying that it was the teacher.

A few years later, when I was in grade two, I saw a male teacher come in and scoop a birthday boy up on his birthday.  Spanks and pinches were given to my classmate.  It intrigued me.  I was kind of bummed (no pun intended) that my birthday was in the summer.  Kids catch on fast. =)

I like the birthday spanking ritual of giving "a pinch to grow an inch" towards the end of the happy procedure.  I normally wanted at least two pinches -- one pinch for each cheek.  Equality is important, you know!  Getting pinches after being spanked kind of tests how sore your bottom is.  It's really my icing on the cake.

Over the years, I have incorporated more pinches into my spanking life.  G isn't particularly fond of getting pinches.  However, when we first went swimming together just after we had got married, he didn't do much in the water.  He stood there in the shallow end for some reason.  On several occasions, I came up to him and gave him a few pinches while he was standing there.  He felt them.  I slowly got him to slightly like getting pinches.  I think he finds it more painful when I put him over my knee and spanking him over his wet swimming trunks, and then pull them down and spank him on his bare, wet bottom.  It does hurt more, which is why I love giving him a sneak-attacking spanking when he comes out of the shower.

Anyway, getting back to pinches, I still get a couple of pinches to grow a couple of inches, even though I no longer grow taller.  We've experimented, where the last two pinches get held for n seconds, where n represents my age.  Yep, it hurts, but I do get even more aroused.  

In recent years, I have asked G to give me pinches totalling my age after a much deserved spanking.  I now get that many pinches on each cheek.  I do like it, although I do pay for the soreness afterwards.

In the past, we have experimented with my getting a set of pinches first before getting spanked.  I didn't like it as much.  The pinches were tenderizing my bottom before the hard swats came down.  Flipping them around has been far more fun for both of us.

Who says you should only get pinches for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day?  Pinches aren't for everyone, but they certainly spice up our spankings.

Catalogue of cute bottoms?

Just a wacky thought.  With roughly a week to buy all your Christmas gift and such, wouldn't it be nice to give the gift of spanking to a naughty little boy or girl?

As an example, I would love it if G gave me a magazine where I could either select from a number of cute backsides to spank to my heart's content.  Or, if it were my birthday, not only would I get my celebratory spanking from G, but I could also have another firm hand administer my much deserved birthday smacks.

Of course, I'd have to see if G would like another spanker smacking my soon-to-be crimson backside.  Still, a girl can dream, right?

This dream is similar to going up to a vending machine and selecting a spanking implement to be used on my bottom.  The downside is that I'd need to rob a bank.  I just need a drawer!

Weekend birthday spankings

G and I give each other real birthday spankings.  However, we are such fans of the ritual that we take it a few swats -- er, steps, that is -- further.  If we could possibly have them every day, we'd be the happiest people.  However, it means that we'd be aging rapidly and our sore bottoms wouldn't have time to recuperate from all the smacks.

Instead, we try and do weekly spankings.  Considering how busy we both have been as of late, weekly birthday spankings work out nicely.  As of late, we've been administering them on the weekends.  Mine was tonight.

G worked in a slightly different routine.  I went over his knee.  He took down my pajama bottoms and my panties, exposing my bare bottom.  Out came the wooden ruler with holes.  It actually is more like a wooden plank, but it's as short as a ruler.  So, if I'm n years of age, I received n + 1 slaps with the ruler.  My bottom started to sting a bit afterwards.

Next, he asked me to flip over on my back.  So, I did just that on our bed.  Up came my legs.  I rarely get spanked in diaper position, but I did tonight.  Another n + 1 slaps with the wooden ruler.  It was different.  For some reason, I was fine sticking my legs up in the air.  However, I got another set of n + 1 slaps.  I had difficulty keeping my legs up for that long, so G helped me as best as he could while slapping my bottom silly.

At this point, I could feel the heat generated by the ruler slaps.  I was then asked to stand facing the wall.  I knew what was coming.  It got me all excited.

Yep, I was going to get spanked with my favourite sandal.  I got n + 1 spanks on each cheek.  G divided the sets into tens, so each cheek got to rest for a bit.  I'm glad, because they hurt!  After receiving my birthday smacks, I had to rub my bottom for a bit.

I like when I've been thoroughly spanked.  I feel the soreness when I'm sitting down, typing this blog entry, for example.  G takes pride in knowing that he did a fine job when I whine about how sore my backside is to do anything.  Even breathing hurts!  I don't get any sympathy.  Just a threat to get a harder spanking next weekend.  It's nice to playfully whine sometimes.

Sandals and paddles

As I've said in my previous post, I've been busy. The fall semester has just ended for me. I submitted my final assignment on Friday. I managed to balance two courses, work, and family life for the past four months. I am beat, both literally (my bottom is sore as I type this post) and figuratively.

I have been stressed out over work and school, particularly within the last four weeks. Can a good spanking alleviate stress? It sure can!

Well, after dinner, I went to exercise downstairs in the basement. My hubby, G, came downstairs after my workout and said that he wanted to give me a spanking. I was game. Normally, he spanks me in phases. I'll get a number of swats over my pants or whatever I'm wearing, and then over my panties, and then on the bare. Tonight was different. He went straight for my bare bottom.

He did start my spanking off slowly, by gently giving me a number of lovetaps. I was on the floor on all fours. He then took out the wooden paddle. I lost track of how many slaps I got with it after eighty. I enjoyed it, although my bottom was starting to sting.

He then asked me to bend over the exercise bench. The bench was acting as G's lap. He took out one of my favourite implements, which happens to be a Sketchers sandal that I have yet to break in on my feet. My bottom has broken them in just fine, thanks! What's nice about the sandal is that it is wide. The heel part has no give, but the top part of it does. So, G, spanks me with the heel part of it. It hurts, but I do enjoy how my bottom smarts afterwards.

I'm sure he must have used the sandal on me at least a hundred times. I was wet from this whole experience. I could feel it. G checked by fingering me. I was clearly enjoying myself. So was he. =)

I still have to write about our birthday spankings. I may need to refresh my memory by reliving both experiences soon. =)

Taking a much needed break now by addressing ongoing comments from a disappointed visitor

Hi, all! I have lots of updates to make. It has been a really busy year for me. I need to respond to ongoing, negative comments from a "frequent" visitor.

I have received a number of e-mails from one particular person who doesn't quite understand why I don't update this blog as often as he would like. He doesn't get the fact that I have taken five graduate courses this year on top of working full-time, switched jobs, and continue to attend to my family. In a nutshell, I'm tired of hearing about his "disappointment," and he is obviously too thick to realize that if my blog is such a downer for him, why does he continue to pester me with his negative remarks and, in a bizarre lack of logic, continue to visit my blog?

Perhaps he thinks that by trying to get under my skin, that I'll "please" him by posting something that is "satisfactory" for him. I'm sorry, but you're out of luck there. With school, work, and life, I had to drop a number of things that I love doing temporarily in my spare time. This blog was one of the casualties.

I also got the impression that this person feels he can "demand" what he wants to see on my blog, as if he's a paying customer. I feel like I'm a broken record. I write because I love to write. It's what I do for a living. I have an interest in spanking and love to share what I've been through, as well as get feedback from the rest of you out there. I would love to write more often. My priorities have shifted. I want to get my master's degree. I want to do well in my fairly new job. I want to have a happy family life. The spankings still happen. I just need to find some time to jot them down and share them.

Perhaps you might understand where I'm coming from now. I doubt it, though. If you are "disappointed," move on. Change. I don't want to hear the same "disappointment" crap from you. You obviously crave attention. You've won. Happy?

Your comments disappoint me. How does that make you feel hearing your mantra from someone else? You disappoint me because you have the need to tell me that I'm doing a bad job at updating my blog. I've explained at least three times now why I don't update it. It doesn't sink in.

I really did not want to address your negative remarks in a blog posting. I am giving in to your huge ego to be "acknowledged." Maybe you need a good spanking over my knee. The thing is that you don't deserve such fine treatment from me.

Oh, and your comment about how no one wants to visit my blog because I don't post anything interesting is wrong. I haven't posted anything since August, but I still average approximately 70 visitors a day. Not bad. You obviously return, so something here must spark your interest, right? And, no, the "success" of a blog isn't how many people comment on a posting, as you think it is. Although I don't update as often as I'd like, I believe in the quality of what I write. I'm frank. I'm sharing my thoughts and experiences. In my eyes, my blog is a success.

I have thought about posting your last nasty comment to me. You'd win again. I won't let that happen.

Thanks for letting me vent. On to more happy spanking tales.

Hugs,
Cutiebootie

A gem of a spanking

Hi! It has been quite some time. I have updates on my birthday spanking and G's, so stay tuned for them.

I have just finished writing my exam for my summer course. I can now focus on better things, such as updating my blog!

In the meantime, I came across this cute YouTube gem:



She calls him an idiot 43 seconds into the video. If I had done the same to G in that scenario, the jeans would definitely come off and a much harder spanking would ensue.

Anniversary (a.k.a. pre-birthday) spanking

G and I just spent a lovely week in Philadelphia.  I fell in love with the city immediately.

G's birthday is at the end of the month, so I have been thinking about how I am going to administer his birthday spanking this year.  Apparently, he has been doing the same for mine in July and gave me a preview of what to expect.

On our wedding anniversary, it has been a tradition for us to spank each other.  We spank each other on our wedding night, so why break a good thing, right?  Well, G unveiled what I can expect on my birthday.

I had white panties on and he lovingly spanking my bottom with them on.  After the lovepats, the panties came off and I got more light spanks.

Still over his knee, the swats got harder when the first hundred were delivered -- fifty spanks on each cheek -- with his hand.  The intensity was consistent between spanks and I was enjoying the warmth as my backside was being warmed up.

My age plus an extra swat for good luck was administered several times to both cheeks.  They were getting harder and I could feel the sting after each set.  So, I got just over a hundred spanks on each cheek from this repetition of spanking sets!

A few days ago, I had purchased a pair of salmon-coloured Converse sneakers.  I have yet to wear them.  He used the right sneaker as an implement.  I got 76 swats with the sneaker on each cheek, as we were in Philadelphia.  I was hoping that the colour of my bottom matched the colour of my Converse sneaker.

With birthday spankings, we rarely ask each other to count each birthday spank that lands.  I insisted that he make me count.  So, we did.  I got an extra four spank after my birthday spanking had completed.  My backside hurt so much, but I was a happy girl.

I'm looking forward to my birthday spanking.  Maybe I should get a pair of leather shoes.

Over-the-shoulder spanking

No, you don't need to get your eyes tested. I have indeed posted twice in one month. I'm even shocking myself!

I came across this picture on The Spanking Spot:

I would love to be spanked over a shoulder.  When I was a little kid, I had pigtails.  To this day, I lounge about at home in pyjamas, so this scenario would work out well.  Perhaps I should break out the babydoll nightie.  However, since I tend to get lengthy spankings these days, I don't think G can hold me up for that long on his shoulder!

A girl can dream, you know. =)

Two months later...

I am just horrible at updating here. In a nutshell, I'll outline what I have been up to since I last wrote.

I successfully completed my first semester of grad school at the end of April. I did well and am quite pleased! I was so thrilled that I had to find an excuse for G to spank me. So, I suggested that getting an A in a graduate course means that it's essentially a perfect mark (that is, 100 percent), so I should get a hundred smacks. I went on to reason that I had taken two courses, got A's in both, and should really get two hundred smacks on my bottom.

Cutting to the chase, G agreed with me. Over his knee I went. My pajama bottoms were pulled down and the first one hundred smacks were administered over my panties, which didn't completely cover my backside. So, my bottom was starting to smart halfway through the count. The next set were administered on my bare bottom, with G casually pulling my panties down and continuing to spank away. He didn't seem fatigued at all. I was, though. Let's just say that I could feel the heat generated from my spanking and that I had to rub my cheeks afterwards. No complains from me, though... well, other than my playful whining about how G had hurt my bottom in an unfair way. =)

On Friday, I submitted my letter of resignation at work. By the time I leave, I will have been employed there for nearly seven months. The job isn't a good fit for me, particularly working with someone who has been there for nearly thirty years, does not believe in hearing other people's opinions (his are correct and mine are always wrong), and that he likes to work in "criticize mode," which "works well" for him, as he explained to me and my colleague on Wednesday.

I saw the light at long last on Thursday, when he wanted to use his measurements for a Word table that I had created (he liked 6.5" as the table width, whereas I had 6.25"). Wow. Huge difference. His pickiness, along with his liking to criticize a lot of what I do, was not the healthiest environment in which to work.  Frankly, I am probably not as confident as I was before I joined the company as far as the quality of my work goes.

So, out of the blue, a human resources person from my soon-to-be employer saw my resume on monster.ca and asked if I was interested in a job posting she wanted to fill. One thing led to another. I did well in both the phone and in-person interviews. I got the happy call on Wednesday. I accepted the job offer.

I do like where I currently work. The company is terrific. I just don't like picky guy and the job itself. Averaging four hours of meetings a day is unproductive. I'm not passionate about what I do there. The new job seems like a better fit, so I'm taking this risk and am trying something new. I hope everything works out. Unfortunately, I feel like I'm having a panic attack.

Changing the topic again, G's birthday is next month. I'm once again planning out his birthday spanking. My birthday is a week after his. I'm thinking of a different spin this year. Perhaps he should spank me on his birthday and I should return the favour on mine. I still have over a month to think this through, but it would be different. I'd also like to use a slipper as a spanking implement for our spankings.

Geez, has it been nearly three months since I last wrote?

Yikes! Time does fly by when I'm busy. I'm still figuring out my new job. Well, it's not exactly new, now that I've been with the company for just over four months. I still don't know what I do, though. It'll take some time to understand it all!

I have started my graduate studies, which is the main reason why I haven't updated my blog all that often. I've got a bit of a break now, thank goodness! I must tell you now that I have four assignments due within the next six months. After that, I should be posting more on my blog. When I mean more, I can't guarantee that it'll be every week, but it certainly won't be three months later!

Perhaps I should get a firm paddling for taking this long to post. It's a fitting punishment!

The other day, I did give my hubby, G, a nice over-the-knee spanking. I had asked him to proofread an assignment that I was going to hand in the following day. He had made changes to the first two pages, but didn't bother to edit the last two pages. I reread my paper and noticed that he had missed several major grammatical errors.

Technically, I should be the one over his knee. He should truly give me five swats on my bare bottom for every grammatical error that I had made. However, the onus was on him to correct my mistakes. So, it was fitting for me to spank him.

I started playfully spanking his backside with my hand over his underwear. I then lowered them and spanked him with my bare right hand, with my left forearm holding him down. We both enjoyed the spanking, with my telling him to be more consistent with his editing and pointing out that he should be more thorough.

I think the spanking help. He finished editing my paper and I incorporated the changes.

I think with my next paper, I will deliberately screw up my spelling, punctuation, and grammar, so I can get a sound spanking from him. That shouldn't be too long of a wait. My next assignment is due in less than two weeks.

Merry Christmas!

Hi, everyone!  Yes, I spent the entire day slaving away over a hot stove, making Christmas dinner.  As everyone here has passed out, not because I'm a horrible cook, but because I made way too much food and everyone decided it was mandatory to shovel every edible morsel down, I will catch up with my blogging here.

The other day, a friend that I went to high school with posted a couple of great pictures of her getting her much deserved birthday spanking when she was sixteen:

Notice how many people it took to hold her down as each swat was being administered.  All I can say is I am envious!

Here's the aftermath:

A well-spanked bottom!

Merry Christmas, everyone!  I hope everyone's bottom is as red as Santa's suit.

Birthday spanking video from MySpaceTV.com

I'm posting a day after my last entry.  I'm fine... really!

After I had posted yesterday's entry, I went to check Aunty Agony's site out, which had a clip of a young woman getting a one-whack birthday spanking.  I viewed it and continued viewing birthday spanking-related clips.

This one, by far, intrigued me:

Geez, I wish when I was a teenager, that I had had friends who would smack my bottom like that on my birthday.  I should make a note next year on my birthday to wear a miniskirt that barely covers my cheeks.  I doubt I'd gather so many friends, but G could help in this department.

I love this video.  I am envious!

My smarting bottom

My bottom is achy.  It smarts.

Last night, I wanted my bottom smacked.  I found a cross between a wooden ruler and a plank of wood that I had bought a few years back.  It's basically a ruler that has three holes punched in it, to conveniently place in a binder.  Yet, the weight is decent enough to land quite a paddling on a naughty backside.

I wanted my bottom whacked with this wooden paddle-ruler.  I waved it around my husband, G, left it on the table in front of him, and then bent over.  I was in a playful mood.

Sure enough, G was in favour of giving my backside some much needed warmth.  Over his knee, he took down my pajama bottoms and lightly tapped my bottom with the ruler-paddle.  It was becoming a birthday spanking, even though my birthday was in July.  I love them nonetheless.

He pulled down my panties and proceeded to use more force to soundly smack my backside.  I got my age in smacks with the ruler-paddle, with one to grow on.  This spanking happened twice.  I then got some rather stingy whacks.  I got the same number, but on each cheek.  My bottom was aching and I was excited.  By the end of this, I ended up with a couple of pinches on my bottom and had to rub it.

Tonight, I felt like the same spanking.  Over G's knee I went.  My bottom was obviously a bit tender today.  The same ritual took place, except that each whack with the ruler-paddle seemed harder on my already achy backside.    The only difference tonight was that I got a bare-bottomed birthday spanking after the ruler-paddle spanking.  I love when G uses his hand to give me a much deserved spanking.  After reaching orgasmic levels of satisfaction, we cuddled.

As I type this, my bottom smarts tons.  I wonder how I'll feel with a similar spanking tomorrow, making it three consecutive spanking days.    G will like it, I'm sure.  I may have to take Monday off from work.  I won't be able to sit all day with such a smarting backside.

Ball and chains -- paddle included

Oh, dear!  Sorry about the huge delay.  I am happy to report that I survived my first week at my new place of employment.  It has been quite the life-changing experience.  I commute by train to get to downtown these days.  I work for a corporation again, coming full-circle after a twelve-year cycle.  I am working with a friend I have known since we were five years of age.  Most importantly, folks in my department are nice, they treat me with respect, and they seem genuinely happy that I am a part of it.

There was lots of drama at my old workplace, including an idiot of a president who decided to tell a number of my co-workers that I was "leaving the company" before I had submitted my letter of resignation -- before actually expressing my intent to quit.  He is such an unclassy guy, to the point where he refused to talk to me during my last few weeks employed there.  Instead, he asked about me through his sons.  It's not that I'm unapproachable.  He is just an idiot who has never truly appreciated the work that I've done for him, including my netting two business awards (a.k.a. fiction awards that are "won" by shelling out some dough) all by myself, as I was forced to write falsehoods during the application process and felt sick to my stomach.

Of course, chatting to one of the human resources folks upstairs about his premature remark did not help.  She basically let this breach of confidentiality slide.  I feel it's wrong -- potentially, this could happen to another employee again.  I just gave up.  This event had occurred on my third-last day with the company.

I went back to my desk downstairs. DJ thought I had left. I knew that he had actually saw me go up the stairs nearly forty minutes earlier. He now wanted to talk to me in private. I had no choice. I had an earbud in my right ear and the left one hooked on my shirt. He took my iPod off my desk and pretended that it was a leash.

"This is like a ball and chain," I said to him.

"This is like a dominatrix scene," he said.

"You're scaring me."

"If this is the case, here, you walk in front of me," he said, pointing out that I'd be the dominant one.

He lightly hugged me. This whole event intrigued me.
For quite some time, I have thought that he is a closet spanko.  The fact that I had hinted a light dominant-submissive scenario and that he went with it was fascinating.  He does have a nice backside.  It's great to fantasize about putting him over my knee, pulling down his pants and briefs, and spanking his bottom until he either cries or until his bottom turns a beautiful shade of pink or red.
Whether or not he feels the same is difficult to tell.  I do know that he was looking at my bottom when I was removing my laser mouse from my work computer.  I could see him doing so from the corner of my eye.  It was flattering.  I don't know if he's interested in spanking insolent bottoms like mine, or if he had something else in mind...
Speaking of my insolent backside, G decided to spank me after I had come out of the shower tonight.  Lying face-down on the bed, with a pillow under my tummy, my panties immediately came down, and light slaps were being administered.  Moments later, the slaps became more intense and sound across each cheek.
G stopped for a bit, and came back with my wooden paddle hairbrush.  I love a good birthday spanking, even when it's not my birthday.  I got the same number of paddled swats on each cheek as my age.  I squirmed towards then end of each count.  My bottom was warmed up and that's really an understatement!  I got an extra six swats for being an extra naughty girl, which got me exceptionally aroused.
I've been typing this entry, lying on my stomach.  My bottom aches -- in a good way.

Groping in public

Last Monday, I went with a good friend to see James Blunt play at an intimate concert theatre here in T.O. Although my husband, G, likes James Blunt's music, he refuses to stand during an entire show. He'd rather have assigned seating. You would think that after a sound spanking, he'd like the idea of standing. It's less painful that sitting on a wooden chair for that same period, for instance.

Anyway, at the end of the show, there was this one couple standing next to us. They were in each other's arms. The guy was groping and lightly patting his significant other's bottom. My friend didn't like it one bit. Her attitude was for them to get a room. As for me, it sparked a number of thoughts.

First, that would have been more intriguing had the woman actually had a nice backside. G describes my backside as being spankable. He interprets that as being cute -- enough for it to jiggle when firmly smacked, but far from being skin over bones. I've noticed that I cannot fill out the backside of any pants I wear these days, so my cheeks aren't exactly full. As long as the husband loves spanking my backside, that's all that matters to me.

So, this woman's backside was bony. She wore tight jeans and there wasn't any definition to her cheeks. What exactly was there for her beau to pat or grope? Forget even attempting to pinch her bum. Her jeans were too tight for that and there wouldn't have been anything to pinch.

As for me, the thought of having G give me a smack or two in public is highly arousing. He doesn't do that unless I ask. There are times where he'll threaten to spank me in the car as I'm driving us somewhere. I want to pull over, park the car, get out, open his side of the door, go over his knee, and tell him to spank me hard. That has yet to happen.

When I'm at the airport and one of us is flying off on a business trip, we'll hug, kiss, and he will discreetly give me a lovetap or two. I do like that. The majority of the time, I do most of the loving, public lovetaps.

I recall G putting some bags of store-bought items in the backseat of the car once. He was bent over. I went over and lightly spanked him over his jeans and called him a naughty little boy. And, whenever we take a swim in the pool, he is shy about kissing me there. I, however, pinch his bottom underwater.

To those who celebrate Thanksgiving, have a terrific one. I am thankful for plenty of spankings given and received. I am also thankful that G and I continue to enjoy spending our lives together with sore, rosy red bottoms.

Change in life and in the redness of my bottom

It has been just over two weeks since I last wrote here. I was put off by a comment posted in my last entry. I need to reinforce the notion that I started this blog because I wanted to write about my spanking experiences and what was on my mind with respect to spanking. I'm not here to find out how many hits I get a day on my blog or how many comments I get. I simply want to write about whatever I feel like that pertains to spanking. I understand that I will not please everyone who stops by and reads what I have to say. However, I do not enjoy critical, snarky remarks about topics I have written that do not interest folks. They are my thoughts and experiences. If you relate to them, that's cool. If not, there is no need to tell me what I should and should not post.

As far as my life goes, I'm in the process of changing jobs. I'm still a writer, but am moving from my current company to a large corporation. There is a lot of paperwork to fill out before I get a concrete start date, but it's worth the effort and time. I have also been accepted into graduate school. It's an exciting time in my life as far as my career and enhancing it go.

Two nights ago, I got a much deserved spanking from my hubby, G. I had been cheeky earlier, teasing him about his age. He is slightly older than I am, which I tease him about from time to time. He was thinking about a particular brand of candy that he had savoured when he was nine years old. I asked him deliberately if candy was invented back then. Yes, I was setting the stage for a good red-bottomed session.

Well, just before hitting the sack, we hugged and kissed. One thing led to another and his hand was lightly smacking my backside. He pulled down my shorts and gave me several swats over my low-rise panties.

He got me over his lap. The panties came down immediately. The smacks came down hard on my bottom -- and numerous, too. I love a good bare-bottomed spanking with his hand. It was personal. It was loving. And, it hurt.

I must have been over his knee for maybe seven minutes. He meticulously smacked each cheek, making sure that I felt the effects on his hand after each smack. At the very end, he gave me a brief birthday spanking -- a smack for each year that I have lived on this planet. It was terrific. My bottom was sore and I felt loved.

After he made sure I had an orgasmic experience, we hugged. It was a good start to the weekend.