today after i’d helped to dress her
just now my beloved partner gave me
what i suppose is called a “good
old fashioned” spanking: a dozen or so.
good solid smacks on the bare ass
with the backscratcher she keeps
for me on the nightstand. and me
squirming around *very* highly aroused
(from having brought her to screaming
orgasm several times an hour earlier
between her tea and breakfast to say
nothing of the intimacy of putting her
socks and shoes on her).
and yeah… maybe she’ll never make me cry;
i’m reasonably sure *she*’s not ready to
go for it anyhow and not at all sure i am;
sometimes i get her to beat me pretty hard
and it’s all part of this incredible horny trip
i don’t pretend to understand and can’t pretend
not to love every bit as much as vanilla.
thanks to my beloved for *every* time
she’s ever touched me… tough or tender…
and for the very thought of her
ripping skin from my ass
with the “birch” i made
(out of several bendy
sure-to-sting-like-hell
branches from the plant…
bush or tree or weed…
probably not an actual birch…
out back). maybe she’ll get
a little carried away…
maybe i’ll start bawling like a baby…
Spanko drawings by Superman co-creator Joe Shuster.
today when i came home from shopping i cut three switches and took ‘em in and set ‘em on one of the chairs in the front room dining area and later on i was taken led into the bedroom and whipped with all three and one broke and she drew blood and made me scream and i am so lucky.
Songs From The Woodshed was a fine set of short stories posted a couple years back by one “Alex B.”. I printed out the lot of ‘em a few weeks ago and have read ‘em all at least twice. We need more like this.
Bugggered before being blown … but beaten before both.
The inevitable Spanking Wiki.
