Sunday, March 11, 2018

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!


Anonymous said...

Marchons, marchons! - straight to the spanking furniture of preference!

Katie said...

Hi Bonnie, :) Very fun post to read! That was some serious spanky art! Very creative on Randy's part! I can imagine the cleanup there- though it does sound like there was some mighty fine fun involved!

The sports article that Randy sent you made me LOL! Fun that it was the Bonnies! Perfect!

Always nice to see you post! Many hugs,

<3 Katie

Anonymous said...

Love hearing from you!

Roz said...

Hi Bonnie,

I enjoyed reading this. How creative of Randy, sounds like you two had a lot of fun,and with the clean up after :) Love the Bonnies. The fact they got spanked cracked me up lol


Hermione said...

Hi Bonnie,

What fun! I would love to try that form of artwork, but maybe water-based paint would make less mess than chalk.

I love the logo - too bad they lost.


Lea said...

Love this. Id want to use paint to make those leggings permanent, but it would probably be a pain to apply! Too much down-time between strokes, and a bitch of a cleanup!

Emerging Lurker said...

That sounds like a fun evening!

It's like Christmas when I open bogey and see a party from you. Thanks.

Bonnie said...

Anon #1 - I'm walking!

Katie - We joked that this was Artist Randy's blue period. It was fun, but very, very blue.

The Bonnies actually got to play another game, but alas, they got spanked again.

Anon #2 - I'm glad you're here.

Roz - Thanks! Randy is nothing if not creative.

Hermione - Randy said that the Bonnies made the tournament despite their recent spanking. Unfortunately, they got spanked again. Ouch!

We've been talking about next steps. We are pondering use of a thick oil-based paint that would tend to stay where placed. It could be applied with a cane to yield a set of parallel stripes painfully familiar to anyone who has ever been caned. I think the desire for real art may conflict with the desire for a real spanking. Hard strikes will likely spread the paint too broadly and create another mess. Also, I don't like the idea of painting our cane. If we find a good formulation, I'll post it.

Lea - A pain to apply? LOL Randy envisioned creation of permanent art, but this was clearly not the right approach. That didn't diminish the fun aspect, but we may have to try again. I washed the leggings, but I couldn't get out all of the blue. If we figure out the solution, I'll share it.

EL - Yes, it was fun, in a messy sort of way. Merry Christmas!

lindy thomas said...

Loved reading this Bonnie. Randy sure has a good imagination with the chalk dust and crop. Sounds like heaps of fun with both the art work and clean up.
Hugs Lindy xx

Bonnie said...

Lindy - Thanks. It was fun. There could be more art in our future.

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