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By Fireman Chris, December 30, 2007 12:03 PM

We’re wrapping up our trip to Indiana to visit Sparkle’s parents, and my lovely yet naughty wife has already gotten herself two spankings here. I think that’s a new record…not because of better behavior in the past, but more because we rarely seem to have the time alone here to take care of it.

I’ll write a separate post (with pictures) from this morning’s spanking, but here’s the one she got a couple days ago.

Friday, Sparkle and I decided we needed a little alone time, so we borrowed her parents’ SUV to drive into Cincinnati and go shopping. We generally do this at least once per trip here, and it was fun as always. Lunch together, dinner together, shopping together…and a bit of brattiness by Sparkle. Actually, it was mostly her telling me every chance she had (and in public) how horny she was and all the things she wanted me to do to her when we get home, but there were plenty of bratty comments too. I responded, of course, by suggesting that maybe I could find a quiet country road on the way home. When she was getting into the SUV, she (not surprisingly) got a firm swat on her tush.

A couple stops later, another bratty comment came out.

“When we park, you’re to wait for me to come around, then I want you to get out and obligingly bend over the seat.”

Nervously she obeyed and two stinging smacks landed on the seat of her khaki pants and the naughty girl gasped. As we walked into the store, she said “I really didn’t want to do that.”

I told her that was why I made her do it. “It’s good for you to do things you don’t want to but have no choice over.”

We left around 6:00 to head home, and the brattiness increased in tempo on the drive, such as when my naughty girl took my hand and put it up under her shirt to show me she’d removed her bra during the last gas station shop. A few miles further, the tempo of her breathing told me she’d started playing with her nipples and I glanced over to see her shirt pulled up in front.

Such a naughty girl.

I think she thought she’d gotten off scott-free as we pulled into her parent’s town. That’s what she thought until I turned off the main road onto the last country road before the house.

I drove down the road a bit and saw a gate for a field with a large gravel patch in front of it and pulled off the road.

“Put the seat back and roll over on your stomach. Pants and panties down.”

The tempo of her breathing changed again and she nervously did as I’d told her to. The seat went back. She unbuttoned her pants and rolled over. The pants came down, followed by her panties.

And her naughty little bare bottom got spanked good and hard for several minutes, less than a mile from her parents house. As we pulled back onto the road, a car passed us and I heard nervously from the other seat “Good timing.”

Good timing indeed.

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By Fireman Chris, December 23, 2007 2:17 PM

As I mentioned in my travelogue post, Sparkle, the princess and I are currently staying with Iris and M for a couple of days of our visit to SoCal

After a very nice brunch this morning, we exchanged our gifts back here at their apartment.

This is the book the princess got from them:

Of course, the book has nothing to do with our definition of “tops and bottoms”, but we all laughed when she opened it nonetheless.

They also got a book for Sparkle:

Rather fitting, I think.

This was the other gift they gave us. I’ll leave the specifics to your imagination…at least until Sparkle and I have a chance to play with it.

Not too surprisingly, we got them a book too (and some naughty…in the Christmas sense…towels):

Somehow, I don’t think the gift exchange with my family tomorrow will be quite as interesting.

Merry Christmas!

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By Fireman Chris, December 23, 2007 12:09 AM

As a follow-on to my previous post, I thought I’d share the following with my loyal readers.

Nitrile gloves are available in a kinkier color than blue or purple.

N-Dex® NightHawk Nitrile Gloves

Originally intended for SWAT teams and the like, but certainly suitable for kinky folks to whom SWAT means something else entirely.

Probably a bit too late for your holiday shopping needs, but remember, Valentine’s Day is coming up. What better way to say “I love you” than with the gift of black nitrile gloves?

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By Fireman Chris, December 20, 2007 1:01 AM

We made it home from vacation, and now we’re getting ready to leave again.

As my time card for the month shows, we’re actually going to be away from home more this month than here. It started with 8 days in Florida for our vacation at the beginning of the month, and now we’re preparing for:

1) driving to Southern California tomorrow today at noon
2) spending 2 nights with my parents
3) spending 2 nights with Iris and M
4) spending Christmas Eve at my sister’s, then driving back up here that night (we expect to arrive about the same time Christmas Day does)
5) sleeping for about 5 hours, waking up to see what Santa brought, then heading to the airport
6) flying back to Indiana (arriving about the same time Christmas Day bids us adieu)
7) spending 6 nights at Sparkle’s parents
flying back home on New Years Eve
9) starting 2008 exhausted

2007 has been a very good year for us in a lot of ways. New job, new city, new opportunities.

I just hope 2008 is a bit calmer.

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Just so you don’t start thinking this blog is a travelogue, I do have a bit of kink to share.

A few days ago, Sparkle e-mailed me an entry from Natty’s blog entitled Kinky in the ER. It’s best to read the entire thing, but a couple of passages leapt immediately to my attention (and apparently, to Sparkle’s as well).

“We considered snagging some of their purple nitrile (latex-free) gloves, but then I pointed out that I’d already absconded with a whole bunch of gloves from my clinic a few weeks back. “Very naughty,” A. said. Indeed. And I’m hoping the punishment for said theft will require those gloves.“

and

“Upon seeing the sizable roll of medical tape, I immediately thought about a thread on the newsgroup many years ago about using medical tape to hold the cheeks open in order to administer discipline to one’s bummy hole. After the doctor left, I promptly told A. about this other possible use, who seemed to agree that some medical tape experimentation would be in order.“

Now, as a firefighter, I have easy access to both rubber gloves and medical tape. In fact, I have a waist pack which contains both said items as well as other necessary supplies for dealing with medical calls. When I reminded Sparkle of this, I got the distinct impression that she wouldn’t mind my waist pack coming home with me one night (this impression was probably based on her practically pouncing on me when I suggested it…or something).

So, after a bit of discussion of the possibilities, Monday night found me entering our bedroom in my uniform, with medical waist pack, to find a naughty young lady who thought calling 911 and pretending to be sick would be a good way to meet a fireman. Said fireman, seeing through the charade, donned his rubber gloves and proceeded to give his patient a thorough head-to-toe examination, followed by a spanking for misuse of the 911 system.

Medical tape also works admirably well to restrain the wrists of a squirmy patient who knows she’s in trouble, particularly when her bottom cheeks are spread apart with more of the same tape and a gloved finger is probing a certain intimate orifice.

Methinks the uniform may be getting a bit more extracurricular use from now on.

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This will likely be my last post for 2007, unless I’m able to get some private time on Sparkle’s parents’ computer next week. So, for all those who celebrate it, a very Merry Christmas to you and yours, and a safe and prosperous New Year to all.