I'm Ready for My Closeup

Hello again, dear friends. So it’s 2018 and we’re still here and talking about spankings. I started a reflective post about the changes our world has seen over the past year, but abandoned it, at least for now, because it’s all just too unpleasant. That’s not why you come here. It’s not why I come here either.

And so, on to the spankings. I can report lots of jolly holiday bottom warming around here. My husband, Randy, prides himself on finding innovative variations to enhance our percussive fun. After four decades, I am still repeatedly amazed (and sore) as I discover the clever ways he has devised to light a fire in my aft section.

Last weekend, he combined two of his favorite kinks – spanking and photography. The twist was that this time, he experimented with capturing the moment of maximum impact for a variety of implements. When our regular playtime began, he described his plan. He had me remove my jeans, but let me keep my top, bra, thong, and socks. It was cold in the bedroom so I appreciated that kind gesture. At his instruction, I bent over the love ramp he had positioned on our bed. He placed his cameras (yes, cameras!) on a low chest facing my exposed target.

Randy announced that the first round of experiments would involve his hand. He’s not a big fan of hand spankings these days because he claims that my bottom is much tougher than his hand and he is not the one who is supposed to be punished. I find this statement humorous, at least until he pulls out something more serious. But a hand spanking warm up seemed like a great way to begin.

He slapped my bare bottom briskly once on each side. Then he went back to check his recorded images. After a minute or two of fiddling, his attention returned to me. More swats ensued, and more gadget tweaking. It hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt and nothing for which I was unprepared.

When he declared success, I asked if I could see what was captured. It is my butt after all. He brought the camera around to show me a shot of his hand compressing my flesh. On the slow motion camera, I watched my left cheek deform upon impact, jiggle for a moment, and then return to its original shape. It was interesting, and frankly, a bit of a turn-on to see myself get spanked. I loved the hand prints!

Randy brought out several spanking implments to further the cause of science. Like a good lab assistant / test subject, I aided in his experiments. Next up was a leather riding crop. We had seen a GIF where a woman’s bottom ripples in slow motion after the impact of a crop. He wanted to see whether he could reproduce that result. I have plenty of flesh back there with which to make waves, so we were hopeful of a positive result. Sure enough, on the first try, he made my bottom ripple like a stone tossed into a pond. Then he applied the crop several more times in search of the perfect impact shot. This stung, but it was worth it to see the results. The tip of the crop pushed in my skin much deeper than I would have thought. As he gradually hit harder, the results resembled a tsunami radiating out from the punished area.

Then we moved to wood. A short, roundish, thick hardwood paddle was next. This paddle is usually applied OTK, but that didn’t stop him. He swatted me quite a few times because he couldn’t get the shot he wanted. It seems the paddle striking my bottom obscured his view of the impact. Even relocating the cameras did not achieve the desired shot. I had the poor taste to giggle at this dilemma, so he changed strategy.

When he showed me the vintage Vermont Country Store bath brush, I knew that the fun and games were over. This long handled wooden brush is a serious punishment implement. He found it provided a very satisfactory result, both in terms of his photos/video and my posterior discomfort. Ouch. That thing is so wicked. The images explained why. The spot where the brush strikes is deeply compressed and the surrounding flesh is violently forced outward. Subsequent swats amplify and spread the effect. No wonder it leaves marks!

He concluded with the punishment cane. My poor bottom was already red and pulsating with pain by this point, but I was curious to see what the cane would do. You know, the pursuit of science and all that… I lowered my head and braced myself for the stripes to be applied. By this time, Randy had a good understanding of his equipment so my caning didn’t take very long. The strokes were hard, but they didn’t hurt as much as that damned brush. The video showed the cane digging into both of my cheeks at the same time. Then it seemed to bounce off and the skin snapped back. Each stroke left a thin, white horizontal line crossing my otherwise red canvas. These lines grew into raised ridges I could feel with my fingers.

He kissed me and thanked me for being such a cooperative subject. Clothes were shed. Adult activities ensued. In the heat of lovemaking, a troubling thought came to me. “Did you turn off those cameras?”

“Yes,” he responded. And with that, pleasure resumed.

We’ve played with video before, but never in quite this way. This was a fun adventure. Randy got his shots and I got my swats. A fair bargain I think. Next time, he says, he wants to strap me to the spanking bench downstairs. He has plenty more implements that need to be tested. Now he wants to invest in a tripod. It just keeps getting better!