Picture gallery

I've been going through some of our photos on the computer, and I can't believe how many we have!!

I know he has a habit of liking to take 'before', 'during' and 'after' shots, but I hadn't realised there were quite so many - or that I'd had so many spankings!

I've decided to try and organise them somehow so I can share them with you.

In the meantime, for his amusement and especially for the benefit of Beau, who has been asking for more pics, I thought I'd share my favourite 5.

This is me doing 'Corner Time'!



Waiting for a spanking



After being paddled



The results of a caning



Some really ouchie bruises - this was taken in the early days!



Anyway - I hope you like them!

My favourite spanking

In response to Bonnie’s latest Brunch, I decided to write here about my favourite spanking.

I think out of all the spankings I have received, the one that really stands out in my mind is the first spanking I ever received.

We’d been together only a few months, but both knew that we had something special. We were just so comfortable with each other and there seemed to be no barriers or embarrassment
It seemed only natural therefore, that we would be curled up on the sofa together one night, sharing a good bottle of wine, and turning the conversation round to discuss fantasies.

I already knew that he had a fixation with my bottom, and seemed to be obsessed with my panties (he always had to know what colour they were!) so much so that I had already spent a small fortune on underwear in the relatively short time we had been together.

His other passion was for short skirts, particularly the flared, schoolgirl type.
I just put it down to him being a typical male!

As you can imagine, I wasn’t surprised when the fantasy conversation turned to role-playing and school uniforms.
I thought it was going to be the normal dressing up type scenario and not much more.

Then he told me that what he really wanted was to have me dressed as a schoolgirl so he could pull me down over his knee and give me a good spanking.

I wasn’t shocked, or surprised, or disgusted – I was curious and excited.
Spanking was something I had been curious about, but had never sought out.

He was ecstatic when I agreed to try it out, although continually making sure I didn’t feel under pressure to do it.

So, I scampered off into the bedroom to get ready.
Getting the schoolgirl outfit sorted was easy enough, including the long hair in pigtails, but then I sat down in the bedroom and thought – what do I do next?

Do I just waltz in there and lay down over his knee, or is there more to the scenario that he wants to play out?

I didn’t have to worry long, as he came barging into the bedroom to find out what was taking so long!

He sat down on the edge of the bed, with me at the other side of the room, and told me, rather sternly, to “get over here and across my knee”.

It was at this point that I wasn’t entirely sure what I was letting myself in for – how much was it going to hurt, would I enjoy it?
I think the biggest worry I had was the whole thing being a disappointment for him.

In the conversation we’d had he told me he’d harboured these desires for many years but had never felt comfortable enough in a relationship to ask to act it out.
I was worried about the whole ‘fantasy versus reality’ debate and was terrified that I would shatter all his illusions in one fell swoop!

Anyway, the whole time I’m deliberating, he’s getting impatient.
Before I knew it he had reached across the room, grabbed my by the wrist and dragged me over his knee!

I was twitching and struggling – the whole time shouting “that’s not fair, I’m not ready!” Ready for what, I wasn’t exactly sure!

Then, he did it.
He pulled my skirt up, yanked my panties down and spanked me.

I still remember feeling that first blow land right across both virgin cheeks.
The intense, eye-watering sting followed by a warming glow that seemed to spread across my back and thighs.

I squealed.

Then he spanked me again, this time raining continuous slaps across my buttocks until he had given me the half dozen swats that he said he would.

When he had finished, I lay there, still across his knee, half expecting more swats, and half wanting more.

My bottom felt deliciously warm, and despite the fact that it had hurt, it was a nice feeling.

He pulled me up, arranged my clothes, and I instinctively put my hands to my bottom. I could feel the intense heat even through my clothing.

He asked me then to turn round, and display my bottom to him so he could see how nice and red it was.
I did so, and couldn’t resist having a sneaky peek myself in the tall mirror behind me!

I was fascinated by it, my bottom standing high and proud with a gorgeous rosy sheen.

I turned to face him and will never forget that look on his face, it was sort of like lust mixed with pride, and he had the biggest grin I had ever seen.

Needless to say, a new hobby for the two of us was born that night.

Almost 5 years on, spanking plays a big part in our relationship, although he does always complain that he has never again been able to get the same rosy glow he achieved on a pair of virgin bum cheeks!

The Problem with reading Spanko Blogs.....

.....is that they can give you new ideas.

We'd already decided that our next playtime session was going to be Monday night.
I wasn't working out of town for a change and would be finishing work a couple of hours before him.

When we plan a prolonged play session, we like to talk about it in advance and decide how the night is going to progress - it certainly helps to build the anticipation and have us both squirming in our seats for a couple of days!

So, the plan was, that as I was going to be home early, I would cook us a nice dinner, ready for him coming home.
He wanted to role play that night which meant, surprise, surprise, that it was going to be the old faithful 'naughty schoolgirl' routine.

So, imagine the scene.
He comes in from work and I'm serving up dinner.
I'm dressed in a tight, white blouse, which is tied at the waist, a pleated gymskirt and knee-high white socks. Under the skirt I'm wearing my best pair of white cotton panties. (He knows this as he gets onto his knees on the floor to look up my skirt!)

We share a nice romantic dinner and a good bottle of red wine, before he orders me into the bedroom where I will be 'dealt with'.

Now, what I haven't mentioned so far, is that in-between getting ready and checking on dinner, I'd been reading some of the blogs to catch up on what everybody else had been up to.

Within a few minutes of getting into the bedroom, it became more than apparent that he had also been reading the blogs - in particular Bonnie's latest Spanko Brunch - or to be very detailed, the comment left by David.

Normally, for my 'naughty schoolgirl' spankings, I am either simply pulled over his knee so he can raise my skirt and lower my panties as he decides, or I am made to bend over in the middle of the room and grasp my ankles if he wants to use the cane.

On this occasion, he sat on the very edge of the bed with his legs apart. He pulled me in-between his thighs and pushed me down over one leg. He then used the other leg to pin me in position to stop me wriggling about.

My first instinct was to giggle and shriek - "you've been reading Bonnie's Blog!"

However, my giggles soon subsided when his flat palms started raining blows down on my delicate behind.
I tried to do my usual wriggle dance to ease the swats, but this was impossible to do in the position he had me - I was trapped.
I wasn't even able to put my hands behind me to protect my stinging bottom.
This unfortunately had the effect of making me cry out and try to wriggle more than usual - but it was no use, I was completely helpless.

I decided that there was nothing I could do and that I should just get on with it, knowing that it would be over soon. Just as I succumbed to relaxing into the blows and accepting my useless position he lowered my panties and switched to using the rubberwood paddle.
Now this is usually my favourite implement, but for some reason it hurt much more than usual. I was shrieking, wriggling, desperately trying to manoeuvre myself into a comfortable position - all to no avail.

As the warm, stinging sensation began to spread across my vulnerable bottom and down my thighs I knew that I was in the process of receiving a spanking like no other I had ever experienced.

The position he had me in, had my bottom raised and taught, presenting itself as the perfect target.
As our spanking relationship has developed, he has become more of an expert marksman too! He takes pride in being able to spank me in just the right(?!) place to maximise that 'thwack' sound he loves so much, and to create just the right shade of pink blending into red across my buttocks.

But for every shriek and wiggle I made I got the 'keep quiet' or 'stop moving'. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he meant business but it was so hard to do!

By the time he switched to the nasty hairbrush, I was in agony. Before I knew it I was sobbing. Not just little teary crying, but full on sobbing. It was a combination of pain, discomfort and complete helplessness, but most of all it was a wonderful release.
As I heaved sobs, and the hairbrush rained down on me, I could just feel all of my pent up stress and frustration ebbing away.

After 6 more swats the spanking finally ended and he soothed my red, raw bottom with lotion and lovingly massaged it in. He then lifted me off his knee and lay me down on my back on the bed where he parted my knees and buried his head in the place where I wanted him most.
His tongue went to work and brought me to a delicious orgasm, which almost made me forget the stinging sensation on my bottom and stop crying!

It was then time for him to snuggle up and make love to me, all the while whispering about how much that had turned him on and how much he loved me.

I was left spent, sore, throbbing and very aware of the hot, stinging sensation on my bottom.
But most of all I was left very happy.

So, thank you to Bonnie, David, and all the other Spankos out there that continually give us new and exciting ideas to try out.

I can't wait until the next one!!