Figuring Me Out

Starting to figure out where some of my confusion/repression regarding sex has come from.

I am a readaholic and a bookophile (I read anything and everything I can get my hands on and love books). Have been all my life, got it from my dad, as he was a readaholic and bookophile, too. He introduced me early on to fantasy and science fiction, and I now find myself wondering what the heck he was thinking.

I think I was about 12 when he gave me Marion Zimmer Bradley's Endless Universe (I think that's the title). I rapidly moved on to anything else she had written, and Robert A. Heinlein, and Anne McCaffrey, and on and on. If you've ever read any works by these authors, you know that sexual/sensual freedom was a common theme running through there stories. I'm currently rereading some of Heinlein's works (The Number of the Beast, To Sail Beyond the Sunset), and I am amazed that no only did my religious leader dad (he was in charge of our small congregation most of my teen years) know I was reading these, but I often took them from his shelves.

Hence, the basis for my confusions and repressions. I was reading these books that my dad also read that were full of people having sex with whomever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and it was happy and joyous and full of love. Then I would go to church and have it pounded into me (hormonal, curious teen) that sexual feelings and passion (lust) are WRONG. That I shouldn't fantasize or read about sex, shouldn't masturbate and should not be doing anything sexual with anyone. Sex was only between a man and woman bonded by marriage, and presumably, only for creating a family. The church that my dad where my dad was the local leader. Talk about your mixed messages.

Heinlein -- oh my goodness... His stories are full of sex: man/woman, man/man, woman/woman, group, swapping/swinging, never in explicit detail, but always clearly respectful, loving, fun, etc. And spankings: threatened, promised, remembered; man to woman, woman to man, etc. Again nothing in detail, but still. And he was writing this stuff clear back in the 1930's.

I know my dad didn't mean to do anything to cause me distress, but I lived so repressed for so long, that I have some deep regrets over the "wasted years", and although it was never officially diagnosed, I know I suffered through bouts of depression (DH can attest to this -- and to the fact that I do not go through these "dark periods" near as often or as severely as I used to). And finally expressing those regrets and the desire to have things be different from now on has caused some stress in my marriage as DH worries that it's pulling me away from him (part of this past weeks mess). I honestly don't feel that it's pulled me away or that it will -- in fact, we are better than ever. We talk, and joke, and share, and laugh more. I am an active participant in our sex life and am not denying my passion anymore.

I've also stopped attending church -- although initially I used other excuses to explain why I wasn't going anymore (even to myself). I'm glad that so many people find peace and joy and love with religion, but it didn't provide that for me, just one more responsibility, duty, and standards that I knew deep down I could never meet; and that ultimately held me down in denial, repression and depression. I'm definitely spiritual, just not religious anymore. So far no one has really questioned me about my decision (other than DH, and he understands), but since my mom and my sibs all still attend the same church with their spouses and kids, and my oldest daughter does, too, plus I still have social contact with members, I suppose at some time some one may ask. That could be interesting.

So now you know a little bit more about me and where I'm coming from as I use this blog to help me sort things out and share my experiences with my "new" life.

Back to Normal. I think.

So, it's been one of those weeks. My arm is pretty much back to normal, just slightly swollen and bruised around the injection site. Some bug crawled up DH's butt, but apparently has now crawled back out -- after multiple rounds of emailing back and forth, during work hours (I still managed to pretty much clear my desk). Basically DH makes vast assumptions, based on his own paranoid ideas, and decides I mean something so totally off what I do mean, that it's in another universe. I won't bore you with the details (if you want them ask and I'll 'talk' your ears off). Of course, we didn't get this resolved until my neck and back were in such knots that I spent the first hour home this evening 'snuggling' with a bag of frozen peas. Really wishing I'd made it to my massage on Tuesday. DH even asked me to go out with him tonight instead of tomorrow, our usual date night. Begged off -- we'll see how my back is tomorrow.

Now for something spanking related:

While DH and I were on vacation earlier this year, one of the stops was Dubrovnik, Croatia. Part of the excursion was a tour of the Rector's Palace - Museum of Dubrovnik. It was mainly antique furniture and artwork. In one of the rooms was a beautiful cabinet, black base with paintings all over it, made in the late 17th century. That's a picture of it from the museum website . We didn't take any pictures ourselves -- I don't think it was allowed. Anyway, on the far right lower panel there is a picture of a seated woman viewed from the back, and she has an obviously rosy bottom. I noticed but didn't say anything. DH noticed, leaned into me and whispered, "somebody's been spanked." I tried to zoom in, but it's not very good, sorry.





So, women with rosy backsides are nothing new.

Ugh

It's just been one of those weeks. I've felt not quite normal (nasty big red area on my arm from vaccination last week, achy, unfocused - what I like to call fuzzy around the edges). I swear no one would notice if I just crawled into a hole. I sit in a back corner behind high cubicle walls at work and if I don't come out, I never see anyone. So work is ugh this week. And at home -- DH (and, no the "D" does not stand for "dear" or "darling" or any other endearment that starts with D -- use your imagination as to what "D" might stand for this week) has been a bear all week, nothing I or the kids do is right, and he throws tantrums (I know I've mentioned this before). Makes me closed off. And feeling even worse.

So, I've just not felt like blogging this week, but since I know I get visitors daily (new and returning - thank you StatCounter) I wanted to let you all know I've not crawled into a hole (yet). I have been working on some post content (my life history, etc.) but just haven't felt like completing it and posting it. Soon, I promise.

Spanking Fanatic? Moi?

I emailed DH the picture from my previous post, with a warning in the subject line to open it in private (on his way back from Mexico, he stopped at his sister's). Once he opened it, he fired off three emails in quick succession: #1 Spanking fanatic; #2 I have a surprise for you when I get home; #3 Did you make this or download it from some website? I answered all three in one email: #1 So are you; #2 Oooh, I love surprises; #3 I made it. His response: "I am a butt fanatic butt not that much spanking fanatic. I do like to spanking to the limit." (I've kept his spelling, etc.)

Personally, I think he's in denial, as the surprise was a vinyl strap he made while in Mexico to use on me. Obviously, he gets spanking on the brain, too. Remember, he's also the man who has suggested using a frying pan, and likes to swat my butt in public. Sounds like a spanko to me. And, because of the picture I made, he's been referring to me as "red bottom," pretty ironic considering that he has no knowledge of this blog (at least I don't think so).

DH got home Friday evening, and all weekend has been a welcome home celebration: he went out Friday night, but unintentionally woke me up when he came home, and decided that since I was awake he'd take advantage of the situation; then Saturday morning when we woke up, we had fun again; Saturday night was date night, and true to form, I was soundly spanked and then pleasured front and back (DH counted and figured I had about 4 orgasms -- 2 each); then this morning was a quickie. I knew last night was a good spanking when I rolled onto a sore butt this morning. I just wish DH didn't feel the need to spank full force, but when I try to convince him to vary the force, he goes all dom on me and reminds me that he determines when, what, where, and how my spankings go. He's home for the next two weeks, so who knows.

Look What I Did

On my handy dandy tablet PC, I have Corel Painter Essential 3. I've been playing with it the past couple of days (DH is out of town, again, so I have time). So, this isn't award winning art, but I don't think it's half bad for my first try at freehand with the stylus. And of course, I had to have a spanking theme :)

My Erotic Personality Is...

I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Bottom!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now.





No surprise there, huh? I actually have her book and took the quiz. My top 3 personalities (all 8's) are Bottom, Student, & Escapist. Show-Off and Partier are my second tier with 6 points each. Seems pretty accurate to me, especially once I read the definitions for the different personalities. A fun way to spend some time (especially with DH out of town).

DH Full of Surprises

My DH never ceases to surprise me.

Saturday was our date night and we both needed the time out.
Friday night had been stressful (see my post on Robin’s Nesting Place), and Saturday DH was stressed over a work related email he had received. I didn’t know about the work email and thought I was the cause of his stress (I thought it was something I had done that was irritating him) and wasn’t sure if he even wanted to go out with me. He went back forth, finally deciding that yes, we would go out. He still wasn’t in the best of moods, so while he got ready I sent him a text message:

“Sorry.
Love me?
Spank me?
Fuck me?”

He didn’t get it until we were downstairs, heading out the door, when he grinned and announced that he’d gotten a message from his girlfriend. Major mood improvement :)

While we were at the bar, we started talking about spankings. It was so loud in there, I doubt anyone could have heard what we were saying, but if they did, oh well.
How did he surprise me? First, he revealed that he had thought about spanking me, long before I brought it up. Well, I’ll be. He’d never mentioned it and his reaction when I brought it up did not lead me to believe it had ever crossed his mind. Did not, however, get any explanation as to why he never said anything, or even tried to. Second, he said that if there were any clubs around where we could check “things” out, he’d be happy to take me. So now I need to do a little searching, but we’re pretty close to a large city, so odds are I should be able to find something. Third, he’s asked me to find some spanking movies we can watch together. Any suggestions anyone? Fourth, I was snuggling against him while at the bar, and at one point he had his arm around me and gave my breast a squeeze (DH is not really into public displays, so this was a pleasant surprise).

Did he respond to my text when we got home? Oh, yes, live and in person, all three counts. Even tried a couple of new implements (wooden spoon and belt). I kinda liked the belt – a very different sensation from the other items he typically uses on me. And he was bossy – “be quiet,” “don’t move,” “spread your legs,” “get back in position,” “don’t tell me what to do.” He even spanked my inner thighs – ouch! Love it when he gets all dominant like that :) Woke up Sunday morning with a sore bruised bum – unfortunately mostly on the left side. I wish he’d try to learn to be more balanced and ambidextrous with the spankings – it’s not so comfortable when it’s uneven like that. Of course, he claims it was all intentional.

Unknown to me, I am apparently responsible for making sure all implements get put away. This was made clear to me when DH walked into the kitchen Sunday morning with the wooden spoon in hand and proceeded to give me a hard swat while reprimanding me for not putting it away. The kids were in the family room. For someone who professes to be concerned about whether the kids know what’s going on, he’s not doing a very good job of being discreet.

Anyway, just another day in our spanko life.

Stats & Spankability Test

I took a close look at my blog stats and thought I'd share. I have over 2000 visits, so far.

Of the last 1500 hits/visits visitors have come from:

35 different countries, with 66% from the U.S.
-- I have lived in, visited or passed through 10 of these countries (Germany, U.S., Canada, United Kingdom, France, Belgium, Denmark, Greece, Italy, and Croatia)

45 of the 50 U.S. states (all except Montana, Wyoming, New Mexico, and North and South Dakota)
-- I have lived in, visited, or passed through 24 of these 45

6 of the 10 Canadian provinces, 2 of the 3 territories
-- I've visited 2 of the provinces, B.C. and Ontario

Approximately 440 different cities
-- the most interesting: Hjorring & Rodovre, Denmark; Malaga & Madrid, Spain; Hong Kong; Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia; Moscow, Russia; Yellowknife & Whitehorse, Canada; Milan, Italy; Zagreb, Croatia; Jerusalem, Israel; Espoo & Ylivieska, Finland; Larvik, Norway; Riga, Latvia; Maribor, Slovenia; Prague, Czech Republic.
-- several U.S. cities I have lived in, visited, or passed through (including the city I currently live in).

I find it absolutely fascinating to see that people from all over the world have found their way to my blog. Thank you all for visiting and I hope you visit again.

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Saw this on Bonnie's blog and thought I'd give it a try, too. Considering we're newbies, with lots of things still to try, I don't thinkg 80% is anything to sneeze at.

Your Score: VERY SPANKABLE

You are 80% spankable!

You love being spanked, preferably to a deep rosy hue. You like nothing more than being bent over anything, anywhere, and spanked by a strong hand or maybe a leather paddle. We wouldn�t be surprised if you wore those panties with the ruffles on the ass. You are also probably guilty of wiggling the goods at people and bending over suggestively at every opportunity.

Link: The How Spankable Are You Test written by bazz22 on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

My Comment for the MBS Brunch

Do you believe your interest in spanking is inborn, learned, or some combination of the two? Might it vary from one person to the next? Does it change with the passage of time?

I have to say for me (and DH) I think it's a combination. I don't recall being fascinated or turned on by spanking in my youth, but I do have to say my exposure to anything sexual, kinky or vanilla, was very minimal (small town, no cable TV, no computer/internet, no exposure to overtly sexual reading material, strict religious upbringing). I've mentioned this is a previous post, but looking back it's fairly obvious I've always had submissive tendencies/desires (even though I didn't know what to call it at the time, or what that meant).

I went from this repressive childhood and youth to a fairly liberal university with a lot a feminist leaning classes. There is nothing wrong with the idea that men and women should be treated equally, but for an unknowingly submissive woman the opinion that she should not look to a man for anything nor should she allow a man to be dominant over her is just another sort of repression. It's taken me years to get past both these repressions.

Did I notice when spanking was present in a story, show, etc.? Yes, and while I don't recall it being a turn-on, it was not an outrage either, more of an, "Oh, okay, seems right in that situation." Until I found the stories on the Internet, with all the physical and emotional details, and they really spoke to me and got me thinking and wanting to explore spanking.

So, for me, it is both. I can't say it's 100% inborn because I don't feel I've had an irrepressible need for spankings my entire life. It's learned in that, for us, it's way a for DH to express his dominance and me to express my submission and trust. My submissive nature is inborn and led to my spanking interest as a way to express that submission.

From all the reading I've done of other blogs, websites, stories, etc., I have to say "Yes" to the last two questions. Ultimately, I don't think it should matter how a person gets to the point of identifying as a "spanko" (nature, nurture, or combo), nor should it matter how they choose to practice (or not practice) this at different times in their lives. I'm just grateful to all of you who write the stories, create the blogs and websites and share them with me -- you've all unknowingly helped me on my ongoing journey to find myself and accept who I am and what I need to be happy.

Silly Things

Didn't get a chance to write during lunch today (ate out with an account rep) so I don't have anything prepared. I usually take my personal computer to work with me, and while I don't have Internet access through it while at work, I do use it to jot down notes, thoughts, stories, etc., and not just for blogging. Depending on how long my "story" is, I may be able to get 2 or 3 things down (at least roughly) during that time.

So, since I didn't get that chance, here's just a couple of silly things that happened yesterday.

DH was out of town Monday and Tuesday, returning yesterday (Wednesday). We obviously missed each other because:

A) While I was working on my computer yesterday evening, the phone rang, just once. I thought it might be DH but didn't say anything (he was out running errands). My oldest child was in our bedroom office working on the desktop computer. I asked which phone was ringing (we have 2 lines), she wasn't sure, and I answered, "Probably nothing as it only spanked once." As soon as I finished speaking I realized what I'd said, and started to snicker. My daughter is staring at me, "What!?" I'm sure my face was red, as I just kinda mumbled something along the lines of 'I don't know, just ignore me, pretend I didn't say that, we're not going there." Turns out it was DH and another child had just been quick on the pick up.

B) DH is home from his errands and all 5 of us are in our room. DH had been in Mexico and the client there had given him this large basic of Mexican candies to bring home. We're all trying them out, sharing our opinions -- DH sitting back against the headboard on his side, me lying on my stomach with my feet up by my pillows and my head near his feet. With the kids right there, DH asks me, "How many candies have you had?" "3." "3?" "Yeah." He then gave me three solid spanks on my backside. He laughed, I just looked at him. I didn't even look at the kids to see what they might be thinking. And everyone went back to trying the candies.

Unfortunately, DH was exhausted last night so nothing happened but sleep, but he's not so tired to night. I know because he's requested that I spend some time lavishing him with some oral attention before we retire for the night. I'm sure at least a little spanking will be my reward.

Spanking Logic?

I like to do pencil puzzles, especially logic puzzles, kriss krosses and Sudoku, but will do anything in a pinch. A while ago I bought a book of logic puzzles -- "England's Best Logic Puzzles." It's from Autumn 2005, but since I only do a few puzzles at a time, I still have it.

Anyway... #43 is entitled Old School Ties, and I was well into when I started noticing the names of the former pupils. BEATTY CAINE. I had to laugh. I know it's not spelled the same, but can there be any doubt. Images of naughty students and stern headmasters danced through my head. Somehow I don't think this is a name that would have shown up in an American logic puzzle.

Dented the Lexus

My husband has a black Lexus SC430, his baby (along with the motorcycle and the dog). It gets washed at least once a month, is covered while in the garage, is rarely left at the airport when DH travels (he’ll hire a car or use a company car). He parks it on the right side of the garage by the door to the house and I park on the left side (this is as you’re facing into the garage from outside).

It’s important to understand how the cars are parked because it’s part of what happened next. For some reason, forgotten now, my car was out on the driveway. At that time we had a golden retriever, Lily, and she was going nuts, chewing everything she could reach (including our youngest child). We had bought her some retriever rolls and I decided to use one to get her to go out to the garage. So, I stood in the doorway (remember it’s by DH’s car), took a retriever roll (about 10” of rolled, hard rawhide) and did an underhand toss into the garage trying to get it onto my side of the garage. Only I misjudged and put too much height on my toss – I knew this as soon as it left my hand. It initially cleared the Lexus, then hit the roof of the garage and smacked right down onto the hood of his car. DH had been out on the driveway, but heard the noise and came into the garage. He knew right away what had happened. I was adult about it, I didn’t run away or try to bluster my way out of it. I stood there in that doorway with a chagrined look on my face while hubby inspected the dent. After giving me what for, verbally, he got in his car and took off – needing time to cool down (standard behavior when he’s upset).

The really stupid thing is that right before I made that toss, I actually considered the possibility that it might hit his car. And I threw it anyway. Sheeeesh. Obviously not working with a fully functioning brain that day.

Anyway, you’re probably thinking DH came back and spanked me good and proper for doing something so stupid. Nope, we don’t do punishment spankings, although he threatens.

And that’s what happened here, but it took him a few days to make the threat – I think it was after he got the quote to fix the dent ($130). Ok, I may have mentioned something about he “could always spank me for it.” Basically, this was said because I was tired of hearing about the darn dent – I knew I did it, it was a stupid move on my part, I hadn’t destroyed the car, and I was ready to move on. He grinned and said something along the lines of yes he should. Now I didn’t think he really would, it just doesn’t seem his nature, but he’s surprised me in the past, and just the fact that he said he should was enough for there to be little butterflies of trepidation (and arousal) fluttering away.

This is how the “spanking” went – we were lying down, enjoying some quiet time to ourselves, when he reaches over and swats my fully clothed butt. He started talking about how I needed a spanking for denting his car – which was fine until he started grinning and laughing. I couldn’t help but grin and laugh, too. I don’t think he did more than a half dozen bare hand – to –jean covered bottom swats before he was laughing too hard to continue.

So, if he had approached me seriously about administering a punishment spanking, would I have submitted? Probably, at least at first. Depending on how it went I can't say whether it would ever happen again. I try not to over analyze but there is a part of me that would like DH to hold me accountable for my actions with clearly defined consequences. I especially feel this way when he's upset about something -- his usual behavior is to blow up and then disappear. When he comes home it's pretty much the silent treatment until he calms down and then the issue is pushed under the rug as though nothing ever happened. I really don't like this, especially as I like to think of my husband as the big, strong man and not as the temper tantrum throwing child. Very hard to respect an adult acting like a child. I think I'd rather face a spanking and discussion about the situation and have the tension defused than have to walk on eggshells around DH until things get back to "normal." I am also a huge supporter of the idea that if no one tells you there's a problem and what it is, you can't work together to fix it -- so all his disappearing and silent treatment do are postpone the issues until the next blow up.

Anyway... for the time being, fun and erotics spankings? YES! Punishment/discipline spankings? No. And that works for me.

Thank You

Just wanted to say a quick thank you to Bonnie from My Bottom Smarts. Bonnie has given me my first comment, added my blog to her "Kindred Spirits" list, and has added me to the Spanking Blog - Spanking Art Wiki. So many people have visited my blog thanks to her links.

Thank you also to everyone who has visited. I know it is up to me to give you a reason to keep coming back, and I promise to try. In just two days, my blog has received over 100 hits (some even return visits) from people all over the world.

It'll be at least a couple of days till anything new happens with me (DH is out of town), but I'm sure I'll be able to come of with something to post in the meantime.

Love Bites

Oh. My. God.

That’s my comment on last night.

In my post about the frying pan, I mentioned that it had been 3 weeks since my last spanking and that DH had promised to take care of that situation. He did, in spades. [Warning -- if you're uncomfortable with the use of explicit words to describe sex, you may not want to read this.]

The evening started with visiting a couple of local bars, one where we were looking for a couple we know, the other an Irish pub-style place where we like to sit outside and just enjoy a few drinks. I don’t drink often, and only with DH – it’s just a nice time out for the two of us. (While enjoying our drinks, DH happened to bring up the whole frying pan as spanking implement idea again. I had to laugh, as he has no idea that I blogged about it or that I had just posted it that same day. Can you tell we’ve been together a long time?)

Once we went home, DH took the dog out and I went upstairs to get ready. I undressed, except for my panties (cream lace) and put on one of his white dress shirts. We don’t have any rituals, yet, in regards to particular clothing, positions, or anything so I piled up some pillows on his half of the bed and positioned myself over them with my backside raised. I also placed the leather paddle and the hairbrush next to me on the bed. In this position, I can’t see when he enters the room, but I could hear him and he gave me a quick swat as he went by into the bathroom to change. He then came out and sat on my left side. DH didn’t waste any time, starting with his hand then switching to the paddle and the brush. He switched around between the three for the entire spanking, doing a fine job of covering my entire backside.

But the most incredible thing was what he did between rounds. I’m used to him pausing to stroke and kiss, but last night he went so much beyond that. He covered my bottom with love bites. It was so incredibly intense. It’s a good thing the kids were sound asleep, as I was anything but quiet (I rarely am, just not possible for me to lie there quietly). Nor was I still. I couldn’t help myself, especially when he applied himself to that narrow band at the inner edge of the cheek. Oh. My. God. My back was arching, I have no idea what was coming out of my mouth but I’m sure it wasn’t intelligible words. He also somehow managed to position himself so that my feet were in the right place to caress him intimately.

I have no idea how long this lasted, but I was so aroused I was going to go crazy if we didn’t move onto the sex part. DH obvious realized this as he asked if I wanted to feel him inside me. It was all I could do to get out “yes.” I was so wet he just slid right in. He had his hands on my hips and was encouraging me to do all the moving, faster and harder. I was doing the best I could, and it was enough to prime me, because when he decided to take matters into his own hands, all it took was two hard thrusts and I was coming, the first of at least four screaming orgasms – I couldn’t keep count. (In order not to wake the kids or disturb the neighbors, I always make sure there is a pillow handy for me to scream into.) I know he asked if I liked his cock. It’s so hard for me to focus during sex that he actually needed to repeat the question before I was able to answer, “Yes, I love your cock.”

More thrusting, more coming and then he pulled out. I knew what was going to happen even before he poured the oil on – anal. (We’ve been doing anal sex for the last few years, at his instigation. I realized fairly early on that I really enjoy anal, to the point of orgasming during. And when I had mentioned how neglected I was feeling after 3 weeks spank-free, DH was very clear that not only would I be well spanked but also well fucked, both ways.) I was oiled and ready. Again, it didn’t take long and I was orgasming. And still he talked to me, “Tell me you like it when I fuck your ass.” I managed to focus long enough to tell him exactly that. Then he asked what did I want him to do. All I could answer was “fuck me, just fuck me.” And he did, even at one point reaching down to fingerfuck me at the same time -- such exquisite sensations. More orgasms, mine and then his.

It was all so intense and exhausting that I couldn’t even stay on the bed when we were done and I slid off the side of the bed down to the floor. DH laughed as he passed me on his way to the bathroom. I managed to get up and put his shirt back on so I was able to meet him with kisses as he came back into the bedroom. We climbed back into bed, snuggling and kissing until we fell asleep.

I woke up this morning with a very sore, very marked bottom, still radiating heat. And I’ve been feeling it all day and probably will for a few days to come (I’ll let you know). Also, I’m still amazed that he didn’t have to touch me anywhere but on my bottom to get me so aroused – that’s a first, but hopefully not a last.

P.S. I don’t go around everyday using words like “cock”, “fuck”, “ass”, etc, but during those special times with DH that tends to be how we talk. Sorry if it offends anyone, but that’s how we are.

Frying Pan?

I wasn't sure, for a while, if my DH was really into the whole spanking thing or if he was doing it only to please me. Other than the fact that he now tells me frequently, while spanking me, that he 'really, really' likes doing it, my concerns were laid to rest when he told me that he'd had some ideas about new implements. I was excited – until he said "frying pan." I know about 'pervertables,' but I tend to think of things like hairbrushes, belts, wooden spoons, etc. not large metal objects used for cooking food in.

Apparently he was walking through a large store and on his way through the kitchen area he noticed some frying pans. Instead of cooking, what came to his mind was "Wow, one of those would work well for spanking Robin's butt. I could cover an entire side in one blow." Fortunately, for me, he decided not to buy any. I know I laughed, a little, when he told me this, but honestly, a frying pan? I know my butt is big, but really is a frying pan the right tool? I've decided I'm perfectly happy with the implements we now have.

It makes me happy to know that my DH has embraced spanking me as a part of our life, but I am even happier, right now, that he did not buy a frying pan to spank me with.

Cruisin' for a Bruisin'

First of, can I just express dismay that it's been over a month since I last posted. The entire month of August just gone. I have plenty of reasons why -- DH travelling, my travelling, stress at work. And it's now been 3 weeks since my last spanking, too (although DH promises me that will be rectified tomorrow night). I have, however, been using my lunch hour to jot down some stories, notes and observations, so here goes.

Earlier this year DH & I went on our very first cruise, around the eastern Mediterranean. We started in Italy then went to Croatia, Turkey, and two of the Greek Isles, ending up back in Italy. We flew my mom in to watch the kids (we have no family nearby), so it was just the two of us for ten days. In 14 years of marriage this is only the second kid-free vacation we’ve taken, and the other one was last year. (I am not counting the random night in a local hotel now and then).
I was instructed to pack our “toys” -- which I eagerly did (I even created a “To Pack” list to make sure I didn’t forget anything, not just our toys). In retrospect, I probably over packed, but this was the first trip since we’ve started spanking, and I wanted to make sure we were ready for everything.
We had a great time -- in and out of our room (our neighbors could attest to our in room fun -- we got knowing smiles when we happened to meet in the hall). We went ashore at each stop, sometimes with an organized shore excursion, other times on our own. The Greek Isles were definitely our favorites and we hope to go back. We went nightly to at least one of the lounges, met people, danced (a very little as DH does not like to), listened to music, etc. The weather was gorgeous -- not a drop of rain whenever we were in port, only a little during the night. And from the very beginning of our trip in Milan I was spanked every day.
Since we are newbies, we are still figuring out the details -- how long, how hard, exactly where on my backside I should be spanked, positions, implements, etc. We had lots of time to play and experiment and during one session DH decided to focus his attentions on the undersides of my cheeks and on my sit spot. We have just a few implements at this time, really only 4 that he likes to use (including his hand) -- a 3-heart leather paddle, a bare wood Ping-Pong type paddle and an oval wooden hairbrush. He has a tendency to switch around between all 4, and I can’t always tell which one he’s using at any given time, unless I’m able to pay close attention (not always easy). Anyway, not sure what he used that day, but he definitely got my bottom red. When he couldn’t take it any longer, I was pulled up to my knees and he thrust in. It wasn’t long till I was moaning and coming, and not too much longer till I could hear that DH was about ready. After he came I figured we were done -- boy was I wrong. I have this purple gelly vibrator shaped somewhat like my DH. He now brought that out and began to use it on me, inside and out. I don’t know how long this continued as it was so intense I lost any track of time or orgasms, until finally I pulled away and collapsed face down on the bed.
As I lay there gasping for breath and trying to pull myself back to reality, I heard the click of DH’s cell phone camera. As I rolled over, disbelieving what I had just heard, DH showed me the picture. There I was, flat on my stomach, bright red bottom facing the camera. (And, no, this will not be posted mainly because I don’t want to, but I also don’t have access to it and really don’t want to explain to my loving DH why I need a copy of the picture.)
Up till this spanking, I had never had any lasting marks or pain (it most definitely hurts and marks during, but it rather quickly fades). The next morning when I get out of bed, DH looks at me then tells me to stop and bend over (obviously so he can get a better view). With a tone of astonishment, DH announces, “You’re bruised!” Mind you, I didn’t feel a thing, so I went into the bathroom, and after much contorting and tip toe standing I was able to see what he was talking about -- a lovely string of little bruises on the under curve of each of my cheeks. I know marking is something DH has issues with (he’s afraid he’s damaging me beyond repair) but I think the fact that I took it so well has helped since I’ve definitely had later spankings that marked me and that I felt the next day (or longer).
Up to that point, that was the best spanking session I’d had.