Thursday, October 27, 2011

Diving Back In

I'm not sure whether this was the longest break I've had in the six years of this blog, but it seems like it. I am way behind on everything, around the blog, at home, and at work. If you're expecting something from me, I will get to it, but maybe not right away.

We had a successful trip in terms of both business and pleasure. Yes, since you simply must know, there were spankings. More on that later.

We had a great trip and visited a beautiful part of the country that is as dry as our hometown is damp. It's fun to travel by car and experience each mile. By the end, though, I was ready to get home and sleep in our own bed. I missed my all of my blogging friends and the secrets we share. Thank you, by the way, for all the lovely well wishes. Big thanks go as well to Hermione who hosted our brunch for two weeks.

So, about that spanking... Randy and I enjoy surprising one another and keeping things interesting. On the fourth day of our trip, he was away meeting with a client while I relaxed at our resort. I was reading my book under an umbrella on our private balcony when inspiration hit. I got up, went inside, and changed into my bathing suit. Being a grandmother, my one-piece suit is appropriately conservative and covers all of my sensitive areas. At least that was the designer's intent. I moved the chaise out into the sunlight and hiked up the leg openings of my bathing suit to expose the outer two thirds of my bottom. I spent the next half hour prone on the chaise, reading my book and soaking in some vitamin D.

When I got up, I went inside and removed my swimsuit. To my delight, I now had diagonal tan lines in the shape of a wide "V" across my bottom. Though this was a new idea for us, I knew Randy would love that look. I decided to let him discover my surprise.

I didn't have to wait long. He was in a good mood when he returned. I knew from the way he kissed me what was on his mind. When Randy squeezed my bottom through my skirt, a shiver went through me. When he lifted my skirt and began tugging at the waistband of my panties, my fate was sealed.

"What have we here?" he exclaimed upon viewing my new temporary body art. Many people have an aversion to visible panty lines. Randy loves them on me. I please him by wearing styles that show off my curves. Now, however, he could see those telltale lines without any clothing at all. "I like that," he stated definitively. I knew he would.

Within a minute, we were on the couch kissing and making out like teenagers. His hands were all over my body and I adored his attention. Eventually, my man declared that a spanking was in order. Skirt up and panties down, I landed abruptly over his lap. His hand immediately clapped against my bare skin generating a cannon-like bang that reverberated around the stone-walled room. My startled reaction inspired him to spank again harder and louder. My bottom stung, but I was of no mind to stop him now. He proceeded to deliver a very thorough hand spanking. I thought he might bring out the small wooden paddle we had packed, but he didn't. Even so, I was by this time plenty hot, red, and sore back there.

Next we moved to the bedroom for some more adult entertainment. As we rocked in unison, Randy told me how much he appreciated my posterior decoration. Afforded an ideal view of nature's handiwork, now merged with his own, he repeatedly traced the lines with his fingers.

"However," he explained, "We cannot have you contracting skin cancer of the butt-tocks." The final word was pronounced as Forrest Gump would. I knew at this point that he was joking. "And furthermore, no one can burn your butt but me. If I discover you've been toasting your tail in the sun, I'll have to use the hairbrush next time."

Before I could process those words of warning, he started to lightly smack my bottom cheeks, even as we continued our rhythmic coital dance. This was all I needed. Have I mentioned that being spanked turns me on like nothing else in the whole wide world? My lover rode me as pleasure and pain overwhelmed my senses. Soon, he too found his release as he seized my hips and pulled me close.

There were several more good spankings, but this one was the most inventive and the most memorable. I'm still recovering from the fatigue of traveling, but happy recollections bring a smile to my face.


Anonymous said...

Glad you had a lovely trip! I love the idea of the v-shaped tan lines:).


Kendra said...

Awesome thanks for sharing your story with us!!!

findingsara said...

Welcome back! I know what it feels like to be away "for so long"! It sounds like you had an awesome time too...yay! Sara

Conina said...

Thanks for sharing, indeed. So glad you took notes, or were able to remember it for so long. (I never could have!)

Lea said...

Great story. Glad you're back and had a good trip!

Erica said...

Welcome back, Bonnie! :-D

morningstar said...

Welcome home and welcome back to blogville :)

Glad you had a "spanking" good time

Dee said...

Good story, sounds like you had a fab time :)

Dee x

sarah thorne said...

Wow, Bonnie!!

Traveling is so much fun - we do it often ourselves! Welcome back! Glad you had a relaxing trip!


A'marie said...

That sounds like a lovely trip.
Glad you're home. :)

ronnie said...

I love business and pleasure trips.

Sounds like you had a great time. Welcome home.


Daisychain said...

Hee hee! As I read, I was thinking your plan was for him to return to find you lying there, and spank you as you sunbathed!!! What a fun spanking, though, glad it worked out how you hoped! And especially glad you both had a great time! xxx

Hermione said...

Hi Bonnie,

After half an hour in the sun I'm glad your bottom was only tanned, not roasted. What a clever idea! Better than a tattoo!

Welcome home,

Anonymous said...

Welcome back! Sounds like it was a great trip! :)

Our Bottoms Burn said...

Welcome Back! Your tan lines story will go well with a post I have been working on for a few weeks.

Season said...

Welcome back! And should he threaten you with the hairbrush again just remind him that vitamin D is best absorbed by sun exposure, not supplements. He wants you to be healthy, doesn't he? ;-)

Anonymous said...

Owning a blog is like being chased by "The Mummy". At first you think, "No big deal, the thing's only going one-mile-per-hour" you run a few steps and leave it in the dust...then you take a little nap, and suddenly, there it is again - and sooner than you'd thought. Like in "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" when they keep seeing the Pinkerton men in the far distance, and Butch says, "Who are those guys?"
And, of course, failing to post is exactly the same as being executed by a hundred riflemen with handlebar mustaches and bowler hats.

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