Tuesday, June 13, 2006

A Swinging Rhythm


Randy was out of town for a few days. He returned home last night. Anyone familiar with this blog won’t be surprised to learn that our happy reunion included a spanking. It was a fine spanking at that.

When he walked through the door, he looked tired from his long trip, yet nonetheless happy to see me. We embraced and smooched. He quickly betrayed his true intent by briskly striking my rear several times with his hand. “Ooo, I like that.” I cooed longingly. He suggested that we retire to the bedroom. He heard no argument from me.

Once upstairs, we rapidly undressed each other, trading kisses, licks, nibbles, and caresses along the way. With our clothing strewn across the floor and our bodies entwined upon the bed, the fun began in earnest. He had me lie face down with pillows beneath my hips. He knelt beside me and began rubbing my bottom. He commented that it was ever so slightly pink from our brief encounter in the front hall. His hands then worked their spanko alchemy as pink was gradually transformed to red. Needless to say, I was thrilled by his delightful attention.

What I recall most vividly about this particular spanking was the rhythm. Sometimes during a spanking, I am aware of little beyond the rising heat and sting behind. On this occasion, for whatever reason, I was a bit more observant. Randy, it seems, has the ability to alter his spanking cadence to fit the situation. Last night, he employed one hand on each cheek and used hard and soft swats to pound out a beat:

Whack… Whack… Whack… Whack… Swat… Whack… Swat… Whack…

He repeated this percussive pattern over and over. It made a surprisingly melodious sound. He would occasionally change up the pace or the sequence in improvisational fashion, but always returned to this now-familiar beat.

I loved it. My dear husband was happily home again and using me as his musical instrument. Both figuratively and literally, we made beautiful music together. I received a great spanking and he relieved five hundred miles of frustration through drumming therapy.

Eventually, he determined that the time had come for a different sort of harmony. He told me to lift my bottom up and spread my legs. When I complied, he mounted me. The lovemaking was fast and rough. His powerful hands tightly grasped my hips as he penetrated to the hilt. Before long, I was riding atop waves of exhilarating orgasm. It was lovely. He too soon found his pleasure deep within me.

I’m so glad he’s back!

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10 comments :

Scarlett said...

Lovely story Bonnie. The idea of a rhythmic spanking being "drumming therapy" is wonderful.
... oh to be a drum! (*sigh*!)
Scarlett x

Denmarked said...

Bonnie - Thanks for the blog and post. I liked the phrase "spanko alchemy" very much.

Cassie said...

Bonnie, I know you are glad to have him back. Being away from each other does make the desire to reunite so intense! How nice to have a husband who knows you so well. Look! with help from Tigger, I'm learning this computer!Cassie

Anonymous said...

Sound like you had lots of fun!!!

*hugs*
Tigger

Tigger said...

Hiya Bonnie,

Your story brings entirely new meaning to "The Drummer Boy", doesn't it? That's my man's favorite holiday song (it always has been) but in recent years he's given it new meaning.

He has alwyas attuned himself to an inward rhythm to accompany a spanking and being very musically interested, he chooses unique music (song by song) for any given spanking. He loves to create playlists and depending on his mood, the reason for the spanking, the toys, the intensity and the time devoted, he has created some true masterpieces (the playlists as well as on my derriere).

This is a fascinating connection... between the spanking and the rhythm driving it.

Hmmm... thanks for giving me food for thought.

Hugs,
Tigger

wind walker said...

i love yours & randy's adventures together...

your relationship is amazing!!

Paul said...

Yes Bonnie, I remember that feeling well.
We did almost the same thing , first priority a reconnection spanking and if we were up to it, the goodies that naturally follow.
We spanko's aren't that different are we Bonnie? *G*
Hugs,
Paul

padme said...

Lovely blog post, bonnie. I love that part about spanking like a drum...as scarlett says...oh to be a drum. BIG SMILES
HUGS
~padme

freshairlover said...

Loved the post.

Bonnie said...

Scarlett - Thanks. It figures that if I am to be an insrument, it would be a percussion instrument!

Den - You're welcome. Randy has transformed my life (and my bottom) many times over the years.

Cassie - Look at you! I'm delighted to see your comment. Tigger is obviously a fine instructor.

Tigger Too - We did indeed. Thanks.

Tigger - Speaking of food, you just gave me a great idea for our brunch on Sunday...

Wind - Thank you. We do seem to find plenty of ways share our love. i wouldn't want it any other way.

Paul - I agree. Reconnection is essential.

Padme - Thanks. Randy sure knows my favorite tune.

Fresh - Thank you. I was pleased to see how lively and fun your blog is these days.

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