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!!