Finally Spanked

A very contented man is writing this post, sitting on a sore bottom. We finally got back to spanking, and Cindy spanked me last night.

One's bottom does soften up if you have not been spanked for a while, and this was the case in our life.

Bare bottom, over Cindy's knees, the wooden bath brush had my feet dancing almost from the start. We do NOT do warm-up, so the first couple of spanks were hard, and my bottom  was shocked,  and by the third spank, my feet were moving.

The spanking lasted quite some time, as Cindy took some pauses to lecture, then continue. I realize I have developed a method to stop the feet from dancing, by crossing one  foot over the other at the ankle, which kind of steels me to the spanks. Having realized this, I will never permit myself to do it again, as Cindy should see my reactions, and steeling myself is wrong.

Then, it was the short tawse, and I was bouncing and owwing and dancing a merry tune. Once again, Cindy used it rapidly and forcefully, and then paused to lecture and catch her breath, and then a continuation.

By the time Cindy was finished, my bottom was bright red. (as I saw in the mirror, from the top to  a part of the back of the legs.)

I thanked Cindy for the spanking! This is a must, that I willingly and happily do.

Later that evening, our loving making was fabulous beyond words.

bottoms up



Red