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.

Friday Fun

Happy Friday!

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