A Black (and Blue) Friday Spanking

This week’s lesson is don’t be late for a spanking. Readers of this blog may remember that Randy and I have a standing date every Friday evening. I call it a standing date because sitting is always uncomfortable by the time it’s over.

I had the day off on Black Friday and a plan of action. There was a very special gift that I wanted to buy for our granddaughter. It’s available only at one store in the mall. I figured Black Friday shopping would be crazy, but I was determined to get this item before they sold out. I waited until late afternoon in hopes that the worst of the crowds would have moved on. Wrong! I did finally obtain this high demand gift, but I spent a lot longer at the mall than I anticipated.

When I returned home, I was surprised to see that Randy was there before me. He greeted me with a stern expression and a heavy hardwood hairbrush in hand. He kissed me on the forehead and said, “Bon, you’re tardy and you will have to be punished.” His tone was serious, but the twinkle in his eye told me that he was looking forward to the evening’s festivities as much as I was.

After I had a much needed bathroom break, we moved upstairs. He sat on the corner of our marriage bed and summoned me to join him. He still gripped that wicked brush. I asked permission to activate the audio recorder on my tablet and he agreed. I then lowered myself face down over his lap and into the traditional spankee position.

When he lifted my long skirt, Randy broke character and exclaimed, “Oh, I love these panties. They make your butt look so spankable!” I had selected a white, high-waisted cotton thong with little red hearts. I knew he would like it.

Quickly though, he returned to his serious disciplinarian mode. He started to lecture as he rubbed the smooth back of the implement against my exposed cheeks. It felt cool, at least for the moment.

“Young lady, how many times have we talked about the importance of being punctual?”

“Many times.”

“And how many times have I had to beat your bottom over just this issue?”

“Many.”

“And what shall I do with you this time?”

“Spank me?”

“Oh yes, you’re going to get spanked, and thoroughly too. But I believe you need an additional reminder. Something special to help you remember. Do you know what that is?”

“No Sir.”

“After I wear out your bottom with this hairbrush, you’re going to get six strokes with the cane. Do you think that’s a fair punishment?”

“If you say so, Sir.”

“Then let’s begin.”

If there was a warm up, it was imperceptible to me. From the beginning, he shocked my bare skin with that infernal brush, striking about once every two to three seconds. This steady but relatively moderate pace allowed time for me to process the pain from each stinging swat before the next one fell. He alternated sides for a while and then delivered repeated hard blows to one particular spot before moving on. As is his usual practice, special attention was directed down low to my sit spots. From this point forward, my dialog was mostly unintelligible as I struggled to cope with a long and painful spanking. However, Randy had several pearls that would have been lost on me were it not for the recorder.

“You’re a good girl, but sometimes you simply need a hard spanking on your bare bottom.” (True)

“If I didn’t spank you every week, there’s no telling what would happen.” (I would be disappointed)

“Now c’mon, you act like this hurts.” (Dammit, it does hurt!)

“How embarrassing is it for you to be spanked like a little girl?” (Enough to be enjoyable)

“You know you love this.” (OK, you caught me – I love everything about it)

“That’s a very red bottom. I’ll bet it’s going to be sore.” (Going to be?)

For all his bluster, the caning afterward wasn’t that big a deal. It stung, but after such a thorough going over with the brush, the pain receptors in my bottom must have been worn out. The entire spanking probably lasted less than fifteen minutes, but it transported my psyche to a different dimension. By the end, he could have done almost anything and I would have gladly accepted it.

After the customary flash photography, my Prince Charming declared, “I’m hungry. Let’s go out and get some dinner.” Ugh. Men. I convinced him to give me a few minutes to recompose my spirit not to mention my face. I had to take a few moments to admire the lovely shade he painted my bottom. I found the raised ridges with my fingers, and thrilled at the ache as I pressed against my warm skin. I just got a spanking, I thought, and it was a really good one. My mind was at peace. I could happily slip off to sleep or maybe some gentle lovemaking and then sleep. But it was not to be, at least not yet.

As soon a joined Randy downstairs, he whisked me out the door and into the car. Dinner was fine, I think. At least I don’t remember anything not fine. Mostly, I remember squirming atop a very unforgiving chair. We talked over dinner, but I can’t recall any details. He was very sweet.

After returning home, we finished the evening in the best possible ways. Remarkably, I had no visible marks the next morning, though the delicious residual soreness stayed around a while longer.

As for Black Friday, I’m through. From here on, I’m a Cyber Monday gal!

The Tag

Randy delights in finding new twists for our spanking adventures and last week, he devised a fine one.

Even before he walked through the door on Friday evening, I knew he had spanking on his mind. We had somewhat indiscreetly discussed our plans over the telephone earlier in the day. It was all I could do to avoid disturbing coworkers in the neighboring cubes by giggling at his outrageously lewd suggestions. Yes, I was certain that I was in for a premium spanking complete with all the trimmings.

I could scarcely think of anything else for most of the afternoon. Finally, I left after deciding that my productivity had dwindled to zero. Once at home, I didn’t accomplish much in the two hours remaining before our torrid reunion. I answered some e-mails and prepared a post for the blog, but it felt as though I was simply going through the motions. I was going to be spanked, and well spanked at that. It was coming soon, but not soon enough. I fidgeted in my chair while imagining what it was going to feel like to have a very sore, hot bottom.

When Randy did arrive, he burst through the door with a shriek of exuberance. He was home, it was the weekend, and it was finally time for fun. I stood up just in time to be engulfed in a vigorous embrace. We kissed with the passion of familiar lovers as he pulled me close. His hands roamed quite naturally to my twin orbs. He squeezed, rubbed, kneaded, and lightly swatted them through my skirt.

“Young lady, are you ready to assume the position?” he asked me in the gruffest tone he could muster.

“Yes, sir, I am.” I wasn’t about to back out now.

“Very well then. Proceed directly to the hall of discipline and prepare yourself.” Following his command, I walked upstairs to our bedroom and removed my clothing. I then knelt on the bed with my bottom high in the air and facing the door.

Once I was in my receptive position, I didn’t have to wait long. Randy often leaves me to ponder my fate, presumably so the butterflies in my stomach can grow and multiply. But on this evening, we were both eager to get started.

“Ah, now that’s what I like to see…” My lover’s voice faded as his fingers lightly danced across my naked skin. I shivered with anticipatory delight. One moment, he was caressing my cheek and the next he was kneading the small of my back. He knelt to kiss me on the neck, just behind my right ear. Those dancing fingers played me like a fine instrument. Then, just as I had almost decided that his gentle attention was all I really needed, Randy’s open palm made forceful contact with my bottom.

The slapping sound of flesh striking flesh echoed around our bedroom even as the pleasant pain shattered my peaceful trance. Again, he applied his hand to spank my undulating globes. The second time, I was better prepared to accept this spicy gift. My man began a familiar pattern of left, right, left, right. He made quite certain that no part of my well padded seat was left unblemished.

Once he was satisfied with his efforts, Randy sat on the side of the bed and beckoned me to lie across his lap. Despite the fact that the Vermont County Store bath brush of doom was in plain sight, I willingly complied.

I found myself face down in this classic punishment position. I had been there many, many times over the years. I knew that all that had come before was merely preparation. The burning I felt in my posterior would surely soon be re-ignited.

Yet, when he resumed, Randy again spanked me with his hand. Make no mistake, these were hard swats, but they were not quite what I had expected. As he spanked, Randy delivered a fun monologue. My memory is less than perfect, especially under these circumstances, but I believe it went something like this.

“You know I read that blog of yours. You know… The one where you wrote something like eight hundred posts about SPANKING.” He punctuated each word with a brisk slap across my backside.

“Yes, I know how you and your friends pay tribute to joys of a red bottom. By the time I finish with you, you ought to be downright ecstatic.” I knew at very least that I would have a fine tale to share.

“Queen of spanking? Did I read that right? Well, this queen might be a little precarious on her throne for a while.” His voice had a playful tone, but his aim was deadly accurate.

After several more minutes of this one-sided banter, I sensed him reaching for the dreaded bath brush of doom. I considered asking whether that was really necessary, but I knew that inquiry would only exacerbate my predicament. The brush immediately raised the level of the spanking considerably. I could remain stoic no longer. I screeched as Randy brought the brush down with astonishing results. In all, he probably swung this vaunted weapon of ass destruction less than twenty times, but the resulting fiery sensations left me breathless and stunned by the pure intensity.

My next memory was Randy rubbing my scorched skin with his hand. Now his voice was soothing.

“You have such a beautiful bottom, and it’s just made for spankings… So soft. So smooth. So curvy. So warm. So red.”

He stretched to retrieve a tube of moisturizing cream from my bedside table. After removing the cap, he squeezed a liberal amount directly onto each of my two sore spots. As he massaged it in, I was vividly reminded of the narrow line between pain and pleasure. Even the light pressure of his fingertips really hurt. But it felt sooooo good. These sensations, as well as Randy’s straying probes, fed a carnal craving that had been building all day.

Before long, we were beneath the sheets and savoring a coital banquet. Our lovemaking following a good spanking is much more enthusiastic than at other times. So it was on this occasion.

After snuggling and talking and laughing for a while, we decided to get up. Earlier in the week, we had discussed dinner and a movie. I was feeling energized and that seemed like a great idea. So we cleaned up and got dressed. After I had pulled on a comfortable pair of jeans, Randy told me to stop and turn around. I was in no need of any further spanking, but I played along anyway. I could feel him tie something to the belt loop in the center of my back.

“What is it?” I wondered aloud.

“Go see for yourself,” was my man’s unhelpful reply.

I went into the bathroom and twisted around to see in the mirror a small piece of red fabric tied to my belt loop. It looked as though it might have once been part of a kerchief.

“OK, I looked. So what is it?”

Smiling now, Randy replied, “It’s your tag.”

“My what?”

“It’s a spanking tag. It means that you’re walking around with a freshly spanked bottom.”

“I get it. It’s sort of a sign. Like gay guys and the hanky code. But what good is it if no one knows?”

“We know. Besides, I have a good friend who runs a popular spanking blog and she can tell everybody about the spanking tag.”

“OK. Let’s go get some dinner…”

Shower Power

Have you ever tried spanking while in the shower? If not, you might enjoy it.

Randy and I shared a shower spanking the other evening and it was definitely good, clean fun. On his way home from work, he called me and told me to strip and lie on the bed. This instruction made me think I was in for one of his spanko-bondage frolics. When he arrived a few minutes later, I was in the designated position and state of nudity.

I was a little surprised, but certainly not dismayed, when he removed his clothing as well. Once he was as naked as I was, he knelt down, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear, “Shower time.” I leapt from the bed with enthusiasm. This was a game we both enjoy and we hadn’t played this way in ages.

It was a bit tight with two people sharing a shower designed for one. But closeness was definitely part of the attraction. We embraced and kissed passionately as the warm water flowed around and between us, caressing our glistening skin. His hands became reacquainted with my rounded landscape. My hands stroked his handsome face as I stared once again into those captivating eyes. We recognized one another as partners, as traveling companions through life, and as lovers. As he squeezed me tightly, I rededicated myself to him with head, heart, body, spirit, and soul.

We next took turns washing and rinsing one another. This was fun. We laughed as the suds went all over. It turned out that some areas required considerably more lathering than others.

Once we were thoroughly clean, he began to spank me with his stiff right palm. His pace was leisurely at first, but gained momentum as he progressed. His left arm still encircled my waist. He pulled me in close, even as he struck my wet bottom again and again. It hurt, to be sure, but it was such a sweet sting that I could only pant my approval.

Again he kissed me as our tongues danced and darted. Then, as if one body, we pivoted together and turned so that the water jet was running directly down my back. Randy paused the spanking long enough to adjust the temperature of the shower. It was now much warmer than before. Likewise, the spanking intensified after he retrieved a wooden bath brush from the adjacent countertop. The sound produced by the impact of this hardwood implement against my wet skin was nearly as shocking as the swat itself. The loud CRACK reverberated around our bathroom as if it were an echo chamber.

Randy now spanked in earnest employing short, quick strokes. I clung tightly to him as he continued to light up my bottom. By the time he decided I had accepted enough, I was dancing from the sheer intensity of the burn he had administered.

When we emerged from the shower, our bathroom was positively fogbound. This poor visibility didn’t prevent me from wiping down the mirror in hopes of gaining a peek at the condition of my punished posterior. I could discern that it was quite red, a bright crimson hue in fact. The combination of powerful strokes and hot water had brought a vivid color to my skin.

Before I could consider what Randy intended to do next, he led me out into the bedroom and onto our bed. He positioned me on all fours atop the comforter. “Stay right there,” he declared. I was mentally preparing myself for more spanking, but my lover had a different idea. As I stared at the far wall, I saw a bright flash originating behind me. He took my picture!

“I want to remember you just like this,” Randy said with a smirk.

I started to raise an objection, but he countered by rolling me onto my back and delivering the kind of oral pleasure that could redress any grievance. Using a technique he knows so well, he kneaded my throbbing cheeks as he lapped at my love nub. My climax came suddenly and with great force. He left me woozy and nearly breathless.

A short while later, it was his turn. We moved under the covers where we enjoyed a deliciously slow coital coupling. As I felt my man above me and within me, I knew that all was as it should be. I was content, satisfied, and recharged. I couldn’t help but smile.

So, have you tried a shower spanking?

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