Okay I was so just messing with you up above. I had no intentions of making anyone wait that long for the rest of the story. And actually it won't take that long to finish now.
So let's see. At this point, I had come home, had a shower, we ate dinner and I was on the computer. He had been watching TV.....probably the six o'clock news as it was still very early. My favorite sleeping/relaxing attire is a VERY large over sized T-shirt. I like it so much I bought four of them and will probably buy more one day. So at the time Adam approached the computer and spun my chair to face him I was wearing only a t-shirt and panties. Since he had assured me we were staying home all evening, I was relaxed, you know?
So ummmm.... some of you talk about the intimate details so easily. It's a bit harder for me so I know I leave a lot out but feel free to use your imaginations. He got down on his knees, lifted my shirt and his mouth was then all over me. He knows that anything he does to my "chest area" goes straight to my "other area."
So I'm thinking this isn't going to be the hard spanking I want. It's going to be just like every other spanking. Erotic. With a sigh and a thought of "oh, well" I gladly obliged him when he finally stood up and unzipped his pants.
Eventually, of course, someone suggested we move the party to the bedroom. I had forgotten. Remember, he said "three things were waiting on the bed." I even took a picture for you all. You'll see what I saw when we get to the end of this post. Patience. Don't cheat by scrolling down. Just wait.
He alternated between the three implements and his hand. He spanked harder than ever before. And I spent a lot of time just focusing on receiving each blow in a way that would convince him that YES this is what I want and need and crave and live for even if it does HURT. I could almost hear Bonnie and others saying... "it's a spanking, it's supposed to hurt."
He talked more during this spanking and by the things he said I KNEW for sure he'd read my blog. He was saying things like "you want a red ass? You are going to have it when I'm done with you." He wasn't mad though. He was educated.
We need to go further though. It was stinging and burning and then suddenly, I heard it, felt it but didn't really feel it. I went quiet. Completely quiet. And I absorbed. I just absorbed it. It wasn't long though and he stopped. Guess he couldn't stand it anymore cuz he was in me fast. And he was as hard as I've ever felt him. But I was amazed by that short lived feeling of not feeling it. It was intriguing and I wanted more!!!
The sex was great.
Oh, back track.
He thinks the TV can drown out any noise that might be heard outside. I just like the music. We have cable. Lots of music stations. He chose ~ abnormal for us ~ the classical station.
Finally when the spanking was over and the sex was over and we were laying there, oh so spent, I said "Sooooo... did you read me blog today?"
He then in a very mimicking tone of voice says "Adam doesn't spank me hard enough, Adam doesn't spank me to tears, Adam this, Adam that."
I laughed my ass off. I don't care who you are THAT was funny.
Pretending to be shockingly offended I ask, "Are you mimicking me?"
He said, "Noooooooooo. I'm not mimicking YOU. I'm mimicking Eva."
I rolled.
You know of course that Eva isn't my real name. Not even close.
Anyhow, at that he picked up the crop. He started twirling it like he did that time I wrote about him being a drum major. And again, I was rolling on the floor laughing.
By the way, you'd have to know him but I assure you he was quite proud of himself through all this and I probably have never loved him more.
As I was laughing at his drum major antics he then did something totally unexpected. As we lay there laughing he started using the crop as the director of an orchestra uses his baton. He was having a wonderful time directing the remainder of the classical song that was playing. When it finished there was a silent pause on the TV. We were laughing like crazy. And btw, he had spanked me very hard earlier and I'm still feeling it this morning. Yeah!!!
Finally another song began to play and he looked at me and got this wicked evil look in his eye and started spanking me again... TO THE BEAT OF THE MUSIC. It was one of those slower songs by some London Orchestra . It was in 4/4 time and he was spanking me silly with the crop on the 2nd and 4th beats. Every now and then he'd catch the rhythm of the song and do that on me instead. And then all of a freakin' sudden the song got LOUD and sped way up and ... my poor butt was taking a beating. And I couldn't help but laugh.
Finally the song slowed way down and came to an end. I was breathless. And laughing. And oh so sore.
The next song that came on started with a quick staccato beat. I was barely able to breathe because of the laughter but I managed to cry out at the top of my lungs "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" At that, I thought "why fight it" so I rolled over onto my belly and raised my ass up in the air to meet the crop as he bounced the staccato beat off my well beaten rear end.
I've probably disappointed you since you were expecting tears. I don't think we've got it in us though. Everything just turns funny here when it comes to spanking.
Oh, I almost forgot. I promised you a picture of what I found on the bed. I had to go up and reposition them this morning for the picture. And what the heck. Why not? I left them there. Adam's working but he'll be home around noon. We have to run some errands and go do laundry this afternoon so I figured this way they'll be there for tonight and what better way can I tell him that a repeat would be awesome?
Let's see, from L to R we have one of his belts, the crop and a nylon paddle that we bought years ago. It actually is both thuddy and stingy. We've loved it for it's silence though. It's very quiet. And it was the FIRST specific spanking thing we ever bought so it's quite dear to us.
So there you have it. I'm well spanked and very very happy today. It just keeps getting better and better. I'm glad I posted what I did yesterday. It got me EXACTLY what I wanted. Needed. Craved.
I promise you I'm not bipolar although you are probably going to think I'm lying by the time I'm done writing this post. As you know, I like getting on here and just having fun. Maybe I like having too much fun. Nah, that's impossible really.
At the moment though I'm feeling pretty serious. And when I feel serious I tend to just want to get on here and write whatever comes into my head.
Adam and I are doing well although we haven't exactly recovered from him being gone. There's been just one spanking and some light, playful swatting here and there. I'm ready for the big one but by the time he gets home every night and I get home and we do the things that need done... well we're just too tired. We talk about it all the time. We just don't have any energy for much.
He's still putting in long hours wrapping up that project from a couple weeks ago. His boss has told him he's to take Friday off and if he sees him at work that day he'll personally remove him from the property. That made Adam's day. His last boss would say things like "We need you here. You can't take a day off." This job is so much better. The best part is that I don't think Adam really WANTS to take time off cuz he loves what he does.
But I've been thinking.... I don't ever want to "top from the bottom" but I'm about ready to say... to just come out and tell him "I need spanked and I need it hard and if you stop before I'm in tears then I am going to spank YOU." Somehow that threat would probably light the exact fire under him needed to accomplish that BUT that's what I don't want to do. I want HIM to take the initiative here. But I'm afraid it's not going to happen.... and besides, I've never been spanked to tears.
Ah, but when he reads this post....
Elis and I had a brief email conversation about this very topic and how we want our men to take charge, spank us hard... and often... well that's what I think she was implying anyhow. (Uh - oh Elis, does Nick read my blog?) It was one of those emails where we were at work. She often talks in code in those emails and leaves it to me to figure out what she means. It's not too difficult though to figure out what she means when she uses terminology such as "our sport."
A sport, is it? LOL I suppose it is at times.
Maybe some role playing would help me. We've never tried any of that sort of thing. I would NEVER do the school girl thing. That's just too creepy for me. And the cheerleader thing? Well, um... I'm not the type. Let's just leave it at that.
But maybe when Adam comes home tonight I will play the part of the ditsy, lazy secretary who didn't get the memo typed informing everyone of tomorrow's meeting. He'd have to spank me then, right? And I think I could pull that part off better than being a cheerleader. We'll leave that to the real pros.
Hmmmmm.....
Or maybe when *I* come home to *him* Friday after his day off, I could be the hooker telling her pimp that she didn't turn as many tricks as she was ordered to.
Oh geeze.
I can't tell him that. He'd hyperventilate.
Forget the hooker.
Okay, think Eva, think....
I could be the Tupperware lady showing up for the party and his wife isn't there because she forgot and one thing leads to another....
... or... or... or.....
I COULD meet him at the door naked sometime and tell him I am not at all interested in buying whatever it is he's selling... or ~ better yet ~ that I AM interested... and invite him in.
Or how about this... I could be the maid who spills his drink (ginger ale is his beverage of choice ~ honest) all over him.
See the thing is, I'm not very good at making him angry enough to want to punish me. Yet at the same time I crave that type of spanking. I don't want to be intentionally bratty but I want a brat's spanking. He likes the sexy erotic type spankings. And so do I however I think ~ in his mind ~ the erotic stuff is okay but a brat's spanking probably would feel like abuse to him even though he knows it's what I want/need/crave.
Yeah, yeah I already hear some of you saying to be careful what I wish for however like Elis said to me earlier when I told her that: "I am throwing caution to the wind and wishing with all my heart!"
So what's my point?
My point, dear reader, is that Adam reads my blog and this is the best way I know to tell him I want more than what I think he thinks I can handle.
As a Sudoku fanatic, I couldn't resist trying this idea once it popped into my sick, sadistic mind. For those of you already familiar with Sudoku puzzles, you know that the numbers one thru nine each must appear once and only once in every row, every column, and each 3X3 square. You can click on my puzzle to get an enlarged printable version. This is for your amusement only but I will post the solution on Sunday along with this week's blogger quiz. So here's the twist, instead of numbers I used the names of nine of our spanko blogger friends so each name must appear once and only once in each row, column and 3X3 square. Good luck!!! And if you think you have it figured out before I post the results on Sunday, email me your solution. You can just do it by telling me the order you have each row in.
Although the nine names used already appear on the puzzle, here's an alphabetized list you might want to copy onto the page you print.
Bonnie Cassie Ceeci Elis Grace Paul SuZQ Theresa Tiggr And one more thing....
You might want to use something erasable.... Like a PENCIL!! LOL
First off, Thank youTiggrfor featuring my story in your Friday fantasy!! I was so excited to wake up and see it. And yes, I definitely had some fun with Elis over it. Guilty as charged. I saw Elis' comment on your blog. It said:
"I'll tell you what Elis's face looks like right now! Pissed! (Really? Kinda like this mean little kitty?)
I get her! LOL What kind of friend intentionally leads someone to the wrong answer!? (One who wants to mess with your mind a bit?? Speaking of messing with your mind, click on this picture. It will give you a headache!!)
The first email I got from her last Friday said "It's got to be Grace!" It was Nick that said "I don't know it could be Eva"
(That Nick, he's a wise fella~ you ought to pay more mind to him)
Just wait, just wait. I'm plotting now!!"
(Should I be skeered like this guy??)
And actually, I was the first one to post on Tiggr's site this morning:
"Yes, I too would love to see Elis' face when she sees this today.....
I suppose I should ask her to forgive me cuz I did mess with her head a bit on Friday, pretending it HAD to be Grace and all.....
Oh, but wait. There's more. I got to work this morning and sent her a "Good grief, is it Monday already, Have a nice day" kind of email. It was really nice and all but what do I get in return? Have a look.....
"I'll get you.
(As in "I'll get you, my pretty?" Oh, dear.)
Its one thing to jump to the wrong conclusion, but you PUSHED me!
(Yes, but I'm a good guy. It was for your own good. Yeah, that's it. It was for your own good.)
And what really makes me mad is that Nick said he thought it might be you.
(Told ya, he's a very wise man that Nick)
Dog-gone-it! (Yes, dog gone it... isn't Elis just dog gone cute when she's "pissed?") Now, in all seriousness, Thank you again, Tiggr. And if I seriously thought for one second that Elis was REALLY upset with me, I'd be on my knees apologizing. We'll see what her response to this post is though. ROFL
By the way, all images were googled and uploaded so they can be clicked back to where they came from. It's not my intent to steal but rather just to show what's out there. And no, nobody has said anything to me about this issue. I just don't want to offend anyone!!!
Elis has a unique idea - she calls it "mind blogging." That's what I'm doing this minute only I'm afraid of not remembering what goes on in my mind so I'm writing it down to type later.
I'm at work. Can't blog here... at least not on the computer. My kids are engrossed in a movie so that gives me time to "mind blog."
And what's my mind blogging? Well check this out....
Random thoughts are cool. I have a few going on right now.....
Here's one....
I need spanked soon. If you could see my actual handwriting you'd see that I didn't write the word out. I'm at work, remember.
Another random thought ...
You may have sensed that Elis and I have become friends since we met on here this past July. We talk on the phone about once a week and send vanilla type emails back and forth all day when we're at work. Recently we even decided we trust one another enough to exchange pictures.
Unbelievable.
We both agree that we resemble one another and could easily pass for sisters. Seriously. Adam says so also. And NO, you may NOT see the pictures. Sorry.
Another random thought......
I need spanked soon.
Wait -
I already said that, huh?
So how about this thought? I'm writing this on the last Friday of the month. It's jeans day!! I'm in jeans, a sweatshirt and tennis shoes. I love jeans day.
Another random thought....
I don't like writing by hand but all is well at work. I'm alone in my thoughts until someone needs a restroom pass or something. They are REALLY into this movie. Not making even a peep.
One last random thought...
I really need a spanking soon and there's absolutely nothing random about that, really.
Let's see, from L to R we have one of his belts, the crop and a nylon paddle that we bought years ago. It actually is both thuddy and stingy. We've loved it for it's silence though. It's very quiet. And it was the FIRST specific spanking thing we ever bought so it's quite dear to us.
