A New Year Brings Change

As I’ve described, Randy and I settled into a comfortable routine where we are both mostly working from home. Spankings that once had to be carefully scheduled have become frequent and impromptu. We enjoy this arrangement where at almost any moment I can be invited to flip my skirt or hoist my nightgown for a hearty dose of stinging correction. I can defer, and sometimes I do, but it’s exciting to know that my next paddling might be just around the next bend.

But I get cold. The climate where we live is lovely for part of the year, just not this part. The long billowy skirts I wear are cool and comfortable all summer long. But come the rainy season, they don’t insulate me from the cold.

Back in November, I complained to Randy and he went into problem solver mode. He ordered me three new pairs of jeans. Nice, except they didn’t fit. I could have told him that. So back they went and he sent me on a mission to find those same jeans in a store. I eventually found the appropriate size and brought them home.

This style is notable because there are no back pockets to impede the forceful contact of spanking implements. The color is dark indigo, which to me is the original color of jeans. They fade with time and wear and washings to become soft and comfy.

I wasn’t surprised to learn that my dear husband had plans beyond just protecting me from the cold. Once before, he tried to see if he could create a pair of my jeans where two spots on the seat were far more worn than the rest of the pants. He loves the idea of sending me out into the world with jeans that scream, “I get spanked right here!” But last time, he became impatient. He used drastic measures like sandpaper and bleach. This didn’t create the organic look that he wanted and those jeans were eventually discarded.

The experimentation has begun again. Randy discovered that implements like canes and straps seem to distress the fabric more than the paddles he normally relies upon. I get a layer of fabric to protect my butt from the falling flails, but he has taken the opportunity to turn up the intensity. You needn’t be concerned, dear reader, that I am being deprived of my thorough spankings. I feel the burn.

So far, my legs are warmer and so is my bottom. The jeans are starting to wear in the desired fashion and I’m beginning to think this plan might work. Randy really wants to send me out shopping or to the library sporting distinctive marks both inside and out.

So I guess we’ll see.