Marching Forward

Hello again my friends. I hope a few of you are still out there despite my random and infrequent posting.

Randy sent me this logo of the St. Bonaventure Bonnies. Apparently, they are a college basketball team in the East. They were playing for the chance to go to the championship tournament, but alas, the Bonnies got spanked. I don't read a lot of sports articles, but as a journalist, I *love* when sportswriters and broadcasters talk about a defeated team being spanked. In my mind, the players are OTK and there are wooden hairbrushes involved. And when the team has my name, that's just extra wonderful.

Well this Bonnie is still experiencing traditional corporal punishment fairly regularly as well (twice this weekend so far, in fact, and it's not even over yet!). Here's a snippet from yesterday's azotaina fandango:

R: Lift that skirt and get over my lap.

B: Why?

R: Because I'm going to spank you now.

B: How come?

R: Because you're a naughty girl.

B: How am I naughty?

R: Every day you dream of being spanked.

B: I'll get the paddle.

I drop into Fetlife occasionally and that's a strange little world. There are a lot of male spankers in our town who don't bother to read profiles. When I say that I play only with my husband, it means that I am not interested in going over to your place for a "hot" spanking. Besides, I have a kid who is older than some of you. And no, I seriously doubt that was me you saw at the grocery store when you thought recognized my butt. Now I recall why I don't spend much time on FL.

Moving on, I should tell you about a spanko art project that Randy and I worked on a few weeks ago. After the success of his video experiments, he wanted to try something different. This was another collaborative effort. He was the primary artist and my role was, well, you'll see.

One Friday evening, in preparation for our weekly fun, Randy handed me a new pair of white leggings and he asked me to put them on over a plain white thong. It was spanking night so I was game for almost anything. The leggings were a bit small and fit snugly. Probably not a coincidence, I thought.

When I was dressed, Randy revealed his plan as we walked downstairs to our (cold) basement/playroom. This was going to be spanko art and the seat of my new white leggings would be the canvas. As I took my place atop our spanking bench, Randy retrieved a small plastic bucket which contained what I learned was crushed blue sidewalk chalk. At age twelve, our sweet granddaughter has moved on to other interests so he thought it would be OK to re-purpose some of her chalk. His paintbrush was a leather riding crop.

He told me that I would have to be strapped to the bench to ensure that I wouldn't move and blur the picture. I laughed at this preposterous concept, but willingly placed my wrists and ankles into the velcro restraint cuffs.

I heard him rattle the crop head around in the bucket to gather chalk dust. A moment later, I simultaneously heard a snap and felt the accompanying burn as my bottom became his canvas. The thin lycra provided no real protection against the repeated assaults of the crop. Every few blows, my love took photos to memorialize his creative process. Then he swirled the crop in the chalk to begin the cycle again. At one point, he stopped to admire his creation and exclaim "Ah, c'est magnifique!" Then the great French artist went back to his masterpiece.

In the end, the spanking won out over the art. The chalk dust didn't stay where he put it for long, especially as succeeding blows rained down. By the time he finished, the blue dust was pretty much everywhere. Eventually, he abandoned the artwork and peeled down his canvas to expose a fresh red one. He then painted my bare skin in similar fashion, halting only to capture snapshots of his blue and crimson creation.

When he finally released me, I was surprised by how far the dust had traveled. The front of Randy's clothes was covered. So were the floor and the bench to say nothing of my hind quarters. A drop cloth might have helped. So might a can of that chalk fixative. Better still, Randy mused, this might be more of an outdoor sort of activity. Hoo boy...

He talked briefly about framing the leggings, But it wouldn't have been an effective way to chronicle the story. It looks like someone sat in something blue.

Fortunately, the evening wasn't a total loss. We cleaned up by sharing a shower. There was a lot of blue dust to remove and he did so in the best way.

I've been trying to keep the blogroll up to date as time allows, but it's a never ending task. If you know of a good spanking blog that is not listed, please leave me a comment or shoot me an e-mail. I love to share new blogs!

I hope you all enjoy a great weekend!