A Spanking for a Lazy Sunday Afternoon

A reader with whom I correspond asked me to describe a recent spanking. This is not one of those well planned and carefully executed spanking sessions you will find documented elsewhere on this blog. It wasn’t recorded, so I am telling the story the next day from memory.

Some weekends are filled with chores, appointments, and responsibilities – all the stuff we hadn’t time to complete during the week. Not so this particular Sunday. It was a precious commitment-free day off.

But not a day off from spanking! In fact, it was an ideal opportunity to enjoy our favorite aerobic exercise. Randy was up and showered and dressed, but I was still lounging around in my long pink flannel nightie. It’s not the sexiest sleepwear I own, but it’s cold where we live.

We were settled in on the living room couch, the site of numerous past spankings. We were watching a movie, but I soon lost interest in favor of a better idea. I stood up, lifted my nightgown and waited for my prince to move to the center of the couch. Bright fellow, he caught on quickly and plucked our small leather paddle from a nearby table. I arranged myself facedown across his lap in the time-honored corporal punishment position.

“So, please remind me,” he inquired with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Why are you getting paddled again so soon?”

“I’m a lazy girl. It’s almost one o’clock and I am barely out of bed.”

“Oh, yes, you are. And you definitely need to be punished.”

Despite the punishment talk, what followed was a most pleasant bottom warming. It hurt, as it should, but the pace was leisurely befitting a quiet Sunday. When I jumped in response to several quick pops in the same spot, he responded by grabbing the back of my pink thong panties. Now that I was safely secured, he continued paddling in earnest.

Did I mention that I love that little flexible, roundish paddle? It’s nice and stingy, generates a wonderful warm glow, and the smacking sound it makes as it repeatedly impacts against my bare skin is impressive. Getting spanked by my lover makes me happy.

Perhaps my favorite part of this particular spanking was that it wasn’t one of those thirty thunderous swats and you’re done variety. Randy could sense that I was into it, so he just kept going. Every so often, he would pause. I then arched my back to raise my stinging bottom toward the source of my discomfort. And on we went. It was lovely. There was no rush. Just lots of welcome whacks.

Eventually, we decided to quit for lunch. As I stood, I was confronted with the full consequences of what just happened to my bottom. It hurt more than I expected. That friendly little paddle left an impression back there. As I rubbed my chastened cheeks, they were hot to the touch and still quite sore.

“What’s the matter, Bon? Did I spank you too hard?”

“No, it was perfect. Just hurts.”

With that my lifelong lover retrieved some moisturizing lotion, sat back on the couch, and beckoned me to return. I did. He applied a generous portion of the gooey stuff all over my blazing sit spots. The lotion felt cool and good, but each touch reminded me of my posterior predicament.

The rest of the day was mellow and fun. It was just the break we needed.

So that’s how I got a Sunday spanking. I hope we do this next Sunday too.

Learning Every Day

Not a day goes by when I don't acquire some useful new scrap of knowledge. For example, just last night, I discovered that, "Oh, goody," is not the expected response when Randy informs me that he intends to punish me.

Contrite as I may have been, briefly, for my unconscionable breach of protocol, I'll stand by my statement, if only because it's more comfortable than sitting.

This week marks the fortieth anniversary of our very first exploratory spanking. We've gotten better at it since then and we each now know exactly what the other likes. But we still have plenty left to learn, one swat at a time...

A Saturday Conversation

This is a transcription of a digital voice recording of a spanking session that happened back in 2013. It has been lightly edited for clarity and brevity. I don’t recall why I didn’t post it then.

I know I haven't been around for a while. Randy and I have been overcome by the four horseman of the holidays – illness, over-commitment, fatigue, and distraction. But today is a good day. We skipped our standing date last night because we were both just too tired. But this morning was different. I love Saturday morning. It holds the promise of an entire weekend. Two whole days lie before us.

Randy asked me to turn on our digital recorder. Here's what we recorded, more or less.

R: Young lady, it's time for you to learn some discipline.

B: Did you bring your textbook?

R: Oh, yeah. (waving a stingy round wooden paddle)

B: That's a bad book. It has only one page and there's nothing written on it.

R: The lessons will be written on your bottom.

B: How please am I supposed to read that?

R: Don't worry, you'll get the message.

B: Discipline, huh?

R: Yes. Self-discipline

B: So am I going to have to spank myself?

R: No, I'm going to do the teaching. Get your clothes off.

B: (I briefly crooned a silly version of The Stripper while slowly wriggling out of my nightgown and panties. I finished by kicking my panties in Randy's general direction) Doo-doo-doo-dee-doo-doo-doooo.

R: You're beautiful, but you're still getting spanked.

B: (pouty face) You and your lessons.

R: Get over my lap. (I complied)

B: (rubbing begins) Mmmmm

R: You know I only spank you because I have to.

B: Bullshit. You love it.

R: No, it's true. If I didn't spank you every week, there's no telling what would happen to you.

B: Hrmpf

R: (spanking begins, lightly at first, but using the cool, smooth wooden paddle)

B: Ow. Ow. Ow. (this is starting to hurt)

R: (now smacking the paddle against my bottom with a steady rhythm and alternating sides)

B: Aaaaaaack. Ahhhh.

R: Now you’re getting the point.

B: Point? Ouch!

R: Yeah, the point is that you need some discipline – right here on your ass.

B: Point? I think that toys with points are a hard limit for me.

R: (Whack!) You know what I mean.

B: Aaaaah! I know it hurts... a lot.

R: Good. I’m finally pleased I’m getting through to you.

B: OK, OK.

R: (more swats follow)

B: Ow. Ow. (and so on)

The recorder was switched off at this point. Spanking play blended into a different sort of fun thereafter.

The Beauty Treatment

Here's an amusing spanking snippet from Friday evening. When I remember to activate our little recorder device, I often pick up dialogue that I would not otherwise have accurately recalled.

I was lying across Randy's lap at the edge of our bed. The hem of my skirt was around my chest and my panties were bunched up at mid-thigh. Randy had just completed several minutes of tribute to my rounded bareness through the vigorous application of a small, firm leather paddle.

It hurt, of course. My spankings always do. But it was a warm, sweet, stinging sort of ouch, and the kind I crave every so often. The accompanying physical contact made the experience better still.

So there I was, thoroughly spanked, but in position for more if he determined that was appropriate. I didn't know at the time whether this was a break in the spanking or the beginning of foreplay.

R: Y'know, Bon, you have the perfect bottom. (He kissed me right where he had just been paddling moments before).

B: Mmmmm

R: Nature made you to be spanked. Look here (tracing with his hands). Your bottom is the place where you are the widest right to left. It's also where you are deepest front to back...

B: So I have a big butt.

R: Well, uh...

B: It's OK. I know.

R: (recovering now) These curves are just magnificent, a work of art. How could I not want to touch you and spank you?

B: Did you ever think that my big bottom could be my body's natural defense against years of spankings?

R: So that would mean... Oh! If I spank you harder and more often, you will become even more beautiful! What a cool concept!

B: Ow! Ow!

R: It's a win-win proposition.

B: That's not what I... Yeeow!

R: We could make a lot of money with this new system.

B: (now laughing and yelping both)

R: I think it only really works with hard swats.

B: Aaaaaah!

R: Your beauty is rising before my eyes.

B: Ohhhhhh...

I can assure you that I was quite “beautiful” in his eyes before the evening was concluded.

I later mentioned to Randy the upcoming male holiday, Steak and a BJ Day. He had heard of it. His comment was, “I don't need a steak.”

I think the best spankings are those that involve the element of fun.

Poll: Getting Paddled

This poll was suggested by a regular reader. It's for the spankees.

Have you ever been spanked as an adult with a wooden paddle? Yes, and I liked it Yes, and it was OK Yes, and I didn't like it No, but I wish No, and I'm glad No, I don't get spankings Current Results

Top Ten: Wooden Paddle Thoughts

A reader recently asked me if I would share some observations about wooden paddles. He and his girlfriend live in a part of the world where such items are not easily purchased. They would like to manufacture one and wondered how the composition and dimensions alter the results.

I'm not an expert in creating wooden paddles. The truth is that I've never made one. However, I am well acquainted with their use and my thoughts are derived from those experiences.

The following list summarizes my thoughts about wooden paddles.

1. All wooden paddles should be handled with care. Wood is harder than bone and can cause serious injury if used improperly. It is essential that spankers learn about any new implement and their partner's response to it before attempting a serious spanking.


2. Wooden toys have a well-earned reputation for being harsh, but when used skillfully, they can also be deliciously arousing. It's easy to overgeneralize when judging paddles. Each implement has its own unique characteristics.


3. Beware of edges. A lot of the skin damage attributed to paddles is due to abrupt edges along the sides of the striking surface. These should be sanded or machined until they are rounded and smooth.


4. Thicker, heavier paddles hit with more force and tend to deliver more ache. With any hardwood paddle over half an inch in thickness, bruising is a particular concern.
   
   Conversely, a thinner, lighter paddle provides more sting and less ache. In my experience, sting seems to be more closely related to velocity than force. A lighter paddle is easier to swing and tends to be applied with a quicker stroke.


5. The length of a paddle also affects its characteristics. A short paddle (say, 12-18 inches) is ideal for OTK spankings. With this type of paddle, the spanker often employs considerable wrist action. This increases the velocity at impact and the spankee's perception of sting.
   
   A longer, school or fraternity style paddle is generally used by the spanker while standing. The position allows for a full and unencumbered swing. For the spankee, the combination of maximum force and high velocity yields a very painful swat. This type of spanking is not recommended for beginners, spankees who are slender, or anyone unprepared for the intensity of the experience.


6. The size of the impact surface is another important factor in paddle design. While many spankees are intimidated by the appearance of a wide paddle, these are often less severe than a narrower alternative. The reason is that a wider paddle distributes the same force over a larger area of skin surface.
   
   The extreme counter-example is a wooden hairbrush. Unlike most paddles, the hairbrush concentrates the full force of the blow over just a few square inches of bottom. The spankee finds they are very sore very quickly. Anyone who has ever been spanked with a solid wooden hairbrush or bath brush knows exactly what I mean.


7. The wood used to manufacture a paddle is also important. Pine is a light, cheap, flexible wood that is completely useless for paddles. Pine paddles break. I've outlasted several!
   
   Better choices are hardwoods like maple, oak, or cherry. These are strong heavy woods that stand up well, even with frequent use over many years.


8. Some people prefer a paddle with holes. They insist that holes make it more aerodynamic, but that seems like a dubious claim. However, if the objective is to intimidate the spankee, the holes may help.
   
   When used against a bare or lightly covered bottom, a paddle with holes will tend to cause skin damage at the spots where the rim of each hole stretches the skin. As with edges, any holes should be beveled to minimize the likelihood of serious injury.


9. Surface coatings and coverings can change how a paddle feels. For example, I've found that heavy coat of varnish can increase the burn factor somewhat. Covering a wooden paddle with leather seems to reduce the perceived force of the impact.


10. I don't believe there are any definitive right or wrong choices in terms of paddles, except in the context of one couple and the spankings they share. Each style serves a purpose. Some experimentation may be required to find the right combination of implement, position, and technique.

These are my observations and your mileage may vary.

I recognize that paddlings aren't everyone's cup of tea. Plenty of spankos live quite happily with no wooden toys at all. But if you too are enamored with the feel, sound, and tradition of wooden paddles, I hope these tips will prove helpful.

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