Implement Stories #14: Bonnie

Yes, it's my turn to take my licks.

Over the past few weeks, this blog has seen a lot of the brush logo above. Now, we're going to talk about it. This dogleg brush is a truly impressive spanking implement. Even after ten years of regular use, ours is still every bit as effective as the day we brought it home.

I sometimes refer to it a hairbrush, but that's merely my descriptive shorthand. It's technically a short-handled bath brush. The soft, flexible bristles provide a delightful alternative skin stimulation before, during, and after a spanking. Yet, it's the smooth, flat back that provides so many rich memories. It's made from a solid hardwood (Randy declared it to be ash, but I have no clue).

The sturdy construction of this brush provides for a stunning, burning, breath-taking impact when applied without a proper warm-up. Yet, with appropriate preparation, it can be used to slowly build a delicious heat.

I doubt the manufacturer would acknowledge this, but the brush seems crafted with spanking in mind. The head is smaller than most paddles, but fairly heavy. This concentrates the force into a relatively small area. The result is a very painful wallop. The nicely rounded edges reduce the likelihood of breaking the skin. As shown in the picture, there is also a small cord that allows the brush to be hung in plain sight (talk about sending a message!).


Perhaps it's related to youthful memories, but there's just something special about getting an over-the-lap, bare-bottomed spanking using the back of a hard wooden brush. This image, to me, is the epitome of being spanked. As exciting as this experience is as it unfolds, later recollections can be even more stimulating. Often, for a day or so afterward, my every attempt to sit is punctuated by an inescapable reminder of my recent spanking.

The brush is compact enough to fit in a large purse or glove compartment. Better yet, while we spankos instantly recognize the punitive potential, its appearance is pure vanilla to the rest of the world.

We bought this brush (two in fact) at a bath and body type store. That particular outlet no longer carries this brush, but I've seen it in similar stores since. It's an ideal choice for anyone who relishes the intense, immediate sizzle and persisting ache of a hard hairbrush spanking. For everyone else, it's likely to be somewhat more than you would choose.

I can't help but notice that the dogleg brush has gained considerable popularity. I've seen it pictured on blogs by Bethie, Kaya, Tracy, and Emilie. My bottom might be a bit tender, but at least I'm in fine company.

This entry completes our Implement Stories series. Thanks again to everyone who helped to make this feature a great success!

Keywords: implement stories, spanking brush, hairbrush, bath brush, spanking

Just What I Needed

Crack!

The jolting sound generated by the impact of wood against flesh shocked me as much as the acute pain it yielded. Again, Randy struck my bottom with the fearsome bath brush. I wriggled in discomfort. I opened my mouth to scream, but a third burning impact stole my breath before I had the chance.

Randy tightened his grip around my waist and quickly resumed his assault. The blows fell at a rapid rate concentrating upon surfaces I previously used for sitting. I wanted to escape. This spanking was more than I had anticipated. Far more in fact. Yes, it was me who suggested that we play earlier in the day. Yes, I did lower my jeans and my underwear in preparation. Yes, I quite willingly placed myself across the lap of my lover for precisely this purpose. But it hurts!

As my spanking proceeded, all I could think was “Ow, ow, ow!” When I regained my wind, I emitted a screech that hardly sounded like my voice. I couldn’t help it. My poor rear was on fire and he obviously lacked the good sense to stop.

Each time I struggled, Randy tightened his grip and spanked that much harder. This situation, I thought, was intolerable. I wanted a fun spanking, but this session had become anything but fun.

In time, however, panic gave way to resignation and resistance to acceptance. Once Randy felt my muscles begin to relax, he loosened his hold and lightened his swats. Before long, he was rubbing my punished mounds. This sensation, while it hurt, was a most welcome one. I like having my man’s hands on my behind under any circumstances. Immediately after such a vigorous spanking, the result was positively electric. His combination of rubs, squeezes, and light smacks was enough to unleash the carnal hunger that had built within me.

I leapt from the bed and knelt in front of him. Without a request or instruction, I lowered his pants and placed his member into my mouth. Its swollen length filled my oral cavity. Up and down I bobbed, licking, stroking, and gently sucking as I went. His groans suggested that I was on the right path. His panting was short and fast. When he inhaled deeply and then held the breath, I knew his completion was near. Sure enough, I felt his jet fire against the back of my throat. He moaned with release and with pleasure. I had satisfied his need.

My lover then applied a vibrator in a most delightful manner. I climaxed three or four times before we collapsed in each others’ arms. We adore those motionless moments together, bathed in perspiration, captured by exhaustion, and bonded with love.

The spanking may have seemed like more than I wanted, but in truth, it was all that I needed. Thank you, dear husband of mine. You knew. That’s why I love you!

Keywords: spanking, bath brush, spanking story, spanking and sex, Bonnie, oral sex