A Spanking Good Time

We have, of recent, been having quite the spanking good time. Everytime I post pictures, they are pictures within the last 24-48 hours. Quite often it is right after a spanking, as you can tell by the glowing red buttocks. These pictures are after last nights proper paddling. It turned into a pretty humorous and quite fun little romp, although not so much of the sexual nature as just a good time. My Love decided to give me a little something to go to work on. He brought out our hairbrush (one of my very favorite implements) and one of the newest homemade holey paddles, the thicker one, I think but I'm really not positive. He gave me what he calls a warmup. A warm up from My Honey means ten or more pretty powerful smacks on my poor innocent ass. It smarts to say the least. Well, at about 10 I was ready for him to stop...which he didn't do. I began to protest...my tolerance is for barely 10 and he wasn't even slowing up. Finally, after I don't know how many more swings, he stops and laughingly tells me "Trust me. You'll appreciate the warm up soon..." At this point, I go into fight or flight mode...actually, I think I was in fight AND flight mode. I began protesting in a most serious way. Having been on the receiving end of Bruiser more than once when Honey decides he's feeling a little sadistic, I was ready to give up all play. You know, willing spankee or not, there are some things you just shouldn't say before you start walloping someone.

So...the fight was on. I lost. Three firm smacks into the losing battle, Honey tells me if I don't stop fighting, its just going to get keep harder. So I gave up. Actually, the second level of my of late nightly spankings was not so bad (comparatively), it was what he said that caused all the commotion. Having never fought My Love before when you wanted to smack around on my ass, after all was said and done, we both decided it was kinda fun. He has never "manhandled" me before, and I have never fought him before. I have always been a willing participant to pretty much anything he wanted to do or try. Later in the night we were talking about it, giggling about it and both decided we kinda liked that. Not something to do everytime, of course, and I'm probably in for a world of hurt because of it, but it was a nice change of pace. And as you can see from the pictures, I took a pretty resounding paddling. It all made for a pretty pleasant send off to work.