Mr. Speaker, Mr. Vice President, members of Congress, distinguished guests, fellow Americans, and all of you out there in Spankingland, last week I was thoroughly spanked. My friend SY came to visit me from California and I interrupt your programming to tell you (and show you) a little bit about it. I promise it will be shorter than the President’s address, and most certainly won’t pre-empt Days of our Lives. Like I would ever do such a thing!
It was a short visit but longer than the prior one so I was happy about that. His birthday is coming up soon and I had a gift all planned but unfortunately timing didn’t line up for it to make it here in time, so I wasn’t happy about that. We’ve had an ongoing joke of saying that I’m “Wonder Woman” and as you can see on the right, I was prepared. That is my box of toys there but he had many evil things of his own as well. I know what you’re asking yourself. Did Wonder Woman get her revenge?
That would be a no. Hmmph! I go to all that effort to dress up and this is how I’m repaid. Like he thinks I want to be spanked or something! Where would he get that idea? Top logic, I’ll never understand it. As you can see from the picture on the left, the sit spots got a lot of attention right off the bat. I was quickly bent over the chair as he spanked me with his hand and then some cane-like things. Not sure what everything was.
One of my most hated items was this wooden dowel rod thingamajig that was an inch or so around. That one was terrible and would continue to torture me throughout the visit. I don’t really know how to describe it, it was irritatingly thuddy and would strike very precisely in the same spot over and over until I wanted to kick him in the face. But I’m nice and didn’t do that. Nothing was harmed in the making of this blog post. Except my ass, of course.
I got a short reprieve while we had lunch. Cheese pizza and salad. Yes, you read that right. Salad. The things vegetarians make me do. Hard limits were being fast approached all over the place. Lol. And no, S, I wasn’t spanked for not eating my vegetables. I did eat them. I don’t remember the reason for the next one, but I was soon lying on the couch with my bottom bared again. Oh, it might’ve been because I made us watch Days of our Lives. Well, I had a day off work and I didn’t want to miss it!
That damn wooden rod was used quite a bit again, along with some cane things and my wooden paddles. I think a strap too. I needed a breather and we went out for a bit and met some friends for dinner. Everyone got along well and there was a lot of talking and laughing and “bratting,” if you want to believe the tops present at the meal. But we all know to never trust a top. Later in the evening, I once again found myself in a vulnerable position. Believe it or not, the picture here was the before shot.
This was the after. —> I think everything was used in our final spanking. Hand, leather paddle, wooden paddles, his cutting board thingy, straps, stupid wooden rod, bathbrush, canes. I don’t even know what else. It was intense. I cried. And I was very, very sore and marked. I did get a big hug. I like that part.
Whoever said that spanking is the cure for insomnia is correct. I was asleep about as soon as my head hit the pillow, which never happens. But I was quite worn out, emotionally and physically, from a very eventful day. The next morning, we said our goodbyes and SY began the drive home. I went to work and regretted not taking a second day off to avoid sitting. (I’m a secretary.) I’m happy that I have an even number of pictures and of paragraphs so I will wrap up here. I’m always excited to get to see my friends who live so far away and was so happy that SY came out and we got to spend some time together. Hint hint other friends- come visit me! The current state of my bottom is still recovering. Bruises fade, but memories last forever. Is that the spanko motto? Lol. You may now resume your regular progamming.