Sorry for the long delay between posts. I know, I know. I should be spanked! I couldn't agree more! ;) I recall that I had an attack of conscience and realized that my new steady boyfriend, M, would not appreciate it if he found out that I was blogging about our most private activities. But, now, as we get back to more spanking adventures, I just want to share the progress that we have made. I hope others enjoy what I write and learn from our experiences (and potential misadventures).
To bring you up-to-date, here is a quick summary. M and I have had a loooong drought - no spankings since November. I noticed that I was the only one who ever brought up spankings; he never did. I don't think he read the electronic books that I gave him. I decided not to say anything and to just let the idea develop in his mind (and, I hoped, his actions). In April, he mentioned something about "a good spanking", in a teasing way. That was certainly a good sign! I guess that gave me encouragement. In bed recently, I reminded him that we could play with spankings. (He hasn't bought into the whole "Dd" scene yet.) He immediately located and retrieved the round leather paddle with the metal insert. He sat at the foot of the bed, and over his lap I went. I got a nice spanking. I encouraged him to go harder two or three times. It still was not hard enough to satisfy me - and he quits when it finally gets stingy - but I was glad that we are making progress.
He still thinks spanking is kinky, but I reminded him of activities that he likes that I think are just as kinky, if not more so.
Encouraged by the progress he is making, I ordered two new implements that intrigued me last weekend. I only told him that something would be coming in the mail. No hint as to what it would be. When it came in and I hesitated when he asked what it was, he guessed, "Something kinky?" I sheepishly answered, "Sort of...." I cut open the package but did not remove the contents. He had heard me opening the package and came back in the room. I let him look in the package. It was so embarrassing to have him see that I had ordered a thick wooden paddle for him to spank my bottom!! Luckily for me, he wasn't mortified. He picked up the paddle and pronounced it "serious", but said the cane looked like "nothing". I replied, "Oh, but the cane is the scariest thing. We talked about other subjects for a couple of minutes, and then I asked him to give it a try on my bottom. "Out here," I suggested. "I've always thought this would be a good spot," and I walked over to stand behind the oversized chair. I told him I'd have to take down my jeans because they have large buttons on the back pockets. I took them down but left my undies on. Then, I bent over the back of the chair and waited. I reminded him to hit in the fleshiest part of my bottom to avoid causing damage. Whack! Whack! He gave a couple of soft swats that did hurt more than I expected. Another one, Whack! i moaned a bit. Then a final WHACK. All on my left cheek. And that was it.
About a half hour later I checked in the restroom. The area where he had paddled me was pink in about a 5 inch diameter circle, but the center 2 or 3 inches was white. I worried that this might be a bruise forming. Later, I asked him to do a warmup on the other cheek and repeat the four swats with the paddle. He agreed, and we went into the bedroom. He took a position seated at the foot of the bed, but I suggested a position more similar to the one we used in the living room - with me standing and leaning on the bed. By this time, I had bathed and put on a nightie, so I didn't have any undies on. I told him that it might not be necessary as the white and pink had faded away. But we agreed that "for balance" he should spank the other side. He spanked me fairly lightly on the right cheek about 20 or 30 times with his hand, then he picked up the paddle. WHACK! "Damn!" Oh, that hurts.! WHACK! "Ow..." WHACK! "Ow..." WHACK! "That really hurts!" He joked that maybe he was getting the hang of it. I stood up. "Wow, that thing really hurts. It seems like the warmup made it hurt more. I don't know if I like this stuff! Let me put this thing away!" We had a hug, and he ended up putting the paddle on the dresser and walked away. I got in bed, on my burning bottom and wondered if I really like this spanking stuff or not. I mean, it really hurt!
That evening I had told M that I want to be spanked to the point that I don't like it, even to the point of crying. I don't think he understands this, but to his credit, he is willing to do it. I see all of this as a challenge. Is it erotic? The idea is an erotic thrill, but the reality is painful and not sexually exciting in the moment. So why do I want it? I think it is all for that moment after, when I think, "Oh, this man just paddled my bottom!" Now that is a thrill!
The hairbrush never got an "ow" out of me. The leather paddle was like a nice massage. But this is completely new. I think of it as a challenge. To be spanked until my bottom hurts and burns and I really don't like it. The wooden paddle is brutal! How could I take 20 of those paddle strokes (10 per cheek, with no warmup necessary), as Clint at 'http://learningdd.blogspot.com' has suggested for a Beginner spanking?? http://learningdd.blogspot.com/2011/04/punishment-3-beginner-level-spankings.html What if M wants to give me an Intermediate, or - heaven forbid - an Advanced spanking??
I don't know, but now, two days later, I know I can't wait to find out!
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