Thursday, January 19, 2006

Turnabout and Turn Around


Here's a story from my archive.

My surprises have a way of turning on me, especially when spankings are involved. Randy and I had tickets to attend a play last night. Randy made reservations for dinner at a new restaurant beforehand. This promised to be a fun evening out.

So, was that good enough for me? Nope. Whatever the reason, I felt the need to spice things up. Beneath my dress I wore a thong with stockings and a garter belt. For those just tuning in, wearing a thong is a signal I use to tell Randy that a spanking is in order. I wanted to watch him spend the evening anticipating the fun to come. It didn't happen quite that way.

We were almost ready to leave for dinner when I put my plan into action. He was seated on the bed tying his shoes when I said, "Hey Hon, check this out!" I hiked up my dress to show him what wasn't underneath. There before him shined my full moon. When Randy exclaimed, "Ooooo, I like that," I silently congratulated myself for generating the desired response.

"We'd better take care of this situation." His voice held a barely controllable glee. Those words rang in my ears. I cautioned him that if we didn't go right away, we would be late for our dinner reservation. He gave me that skeptical "Are you kidding me?" look. He removed my sorority paddle from our toy drawer and said, "This shouldn't take long." He instructed me to lift my dress again and "assume the position." I love those three words. They evoke both lust and terror. I surrendered to the inevitable and bent over for my paddling.

He was right. It didn't take long. About ten rapid-fire whacks later, I had acquired a glow that I can still feel. Ow! The whole thing probably lasted two minutes. His efficiency left me gasping. Upon completing his mission, Randy returned the paddle to its home. I was still almost in shock as he helped me up, rearranged my dress, and led me down the stairs. He helped me on with my coat and then put on his own. He gave me my purse and took my hand. Away we went.

It all happened so quickly. It wasn't until we had been in the car for a few minutes that I fully comprehended how off-course my plan had swerved. My poor bottom simply ached. I could tell it was destined to feel that way all night long. Worse yet, the sudden and severe paddling had struck a chord within my psyche. I believe spanking and sex just go together. On this evening, they were, alas, miles apart. My baser desires would have to remain excruciatingly unattended for the next few hours.

The dinner was delicious. I had seafood paella and Randy has lobster. Yet, I was pre-occupied. More than once during the meal, Randy had to return my attention to the discussion one of us was trying to have. He asked if I was OK. I told him I was, except for a compelling warmth in front and a stinging warmth behind. He smiled and said, "that's what you wanted, wasn't it?" He had me there. I still wasn't thinking very clearly. "Let's just relax and let the evening unfold" he counseled. For lack of a better idea, I resolved to do so.

The performance was lively and enjoyable. I was never quite comfortable in my seat, but we still had a great time. In the car on the way home, my erotic needs got the best of my self-control. I found myself reaching over to massage Randy's instrument. He made no effort to discourage my advances. But for the steering wheel, I might have attempted oral pleasure right there. I was definitely ready for some animal love.

Once at home and safely back in our bedroom, all pretense of convention was abandoned. I treated him to a very enthusiastic demonstration of sword swallowing. Randy was delighted by my unrestrained eagerness. He muttered something about liking this arrangement. The lovemaking that followed was spirited and satisfying. When it was over, we snuggled amidst the warm haze of the aftermath. I told him I loved him and hugged him with all my strength. He grinned and told me he felt the same about me. It was in that embrace that we fell peacefully asleep.

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9 comments :

Anonymous said...

Wholly delightful!

little one said...

Wonderful story Bonnie. Funny how things can have a way of turning on us. :)

Anonymous said...

Sooooooo romantic!!!

*hugs*
Tigger

cva-me said...

Love it! I often tell Llama to be careful what she wished for, she often gets it. (in the end) pun intended

Anonymous said...

purrrrr-fect :))

CeeCi said...

A spanker's mind is such a mysterious place...so full of twists, turns and surprises! Randy is a master at keeping you on your toes. I really enjoyed reading about your date.

ps-where'd your sidebar go?

Bonnie said...

Roper - Thanks!

Little - Don't I know it it!

Tigger - Thanks. It was fun!

Sea - I wrote that story several years ago, but the events were true.

CVA - Oh, I get what I wish for, all right, usually with interest! I'm glad you stopped by.

Padme - We really enjoy those evenings out. They're like a five hour vacation.

Pink - I couldn't have said it better myself!

CeeCi - It seems that the biggest surprises are reserved for those occasions when I try to surprise him. This was a fun evening. We're going to the theater tomorrow. Perhaps there will be another tale to tell...

Thanks for the tip about the sidebar! It worked in Firefox, but not IE. Send you to one class and look what happens!

Storm - Happy and hot. yep, that's pretty much how it ended!

Mark said...

I suspect Randy had added enjoyment for the night. Everytime you moved or squirmed to adjust the soreness, I am sure he noticed and had to keep his grin to himself.

In my case, with similar situations, it's made for long nights...long, happy nights.

I love reading your memories and archives.

Bonnie said...

Marcus - I'm sure he was grinning as I shifted position in a fruitless effort to ease the discomfort. In fact, I know so.

Thanks!

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