Happy 2008 everyone!
As was somewhat suspected, our travel plans didn’t work out quite as expected. Or I suppose I should say, they did turn out as we expected since weather delays are pretty much the norm when you fly through O’Hare in December. But we were only delayed for about two hours, which is a lot better than the last time we got stuck in O’Hare, which involved a hotel stay and a lot of other headaches. It did mean, however, that we didn’t get home until 3:00 this morning…Sparkle and I shared our New Year’s kiss leaning over a sleeping princess somewhere over the Rockies.
I mentioned in my last post that Sparkle got two spankings at her parents’, and that there would be pictures. What better subject for my first entry of 2008?
Sparkle and I have a rule, which she’s mentioned before, regarding orange socks. It goes back to a discussion some years ago on alt.sex.spanking which was either about how to get a vanilla partner to spank you and/or how to start into a more disciplinary relationship. I forget the exact details, but the suggestion was to come up with a silly and harmless action which would earn a spanking and the example was wearing orange socks. Obviously, Sparkle didn’t really need any help getting me to spank her, but nonetheless, wearing orange socks has always been her way of telling me she needs a spanking (aside from the times when she just says “Spank me, dammit.”)
Sunday at her parents’, she came out of the bathroom after her shower wearing orange socks. Not too surprising given Friday’s events and the general mood (read “horniness”) she’d been in all week.
I noticed immediately, of course, but as we were getting ready to go to her grandparents’, I didn’t say anything right then and went in to take my shower. When I emerged a few minutes later, I heard her saying goodbye to her parents and the princess. Since it’s a tight fight for us all to fit in their SUV, they were heading over in her dad’s truck and we were following in the SUV.
She grinned at me expectantly and asked if I liked the alone time she’d engineered.
I told her I was going to go get “the family paddle”.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this paddle before, but it hangs on the wall in her parents’ utility room. It was never used on Sparkle or her brother growing up (they were each only spanked once or twice as kids) and only appeared in their house after her great-grandmother passed away when Sparkle was in high school. She remembers seeing it in her house and assumes it was purchased by her parents at the estate auction.
Now before anyone goes suggesting that Sparkle’s parents are kinky too, she’ll probably plug her fingers in her ears and start saying “LALALA I can’t hear you!” at the top of her lungs. Honestly, it fits in with the rest of the decor of the house (lots of country-kitschy things hanging on the walls). And her dad did once make us a very heavy paddle-shaped spaghetti measuring “thing”, but it’s really only useful for, well, measuring spaghetti (believe me, we’ve tried).
Nonetheless, the paddle has hung there every time I’ve been to the house, and I’ve been dying to try it on Sparkle’s backside. As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve only spanked her once or twice in the house, and those have both been fairly rushed affairs. I’ve never even had a chance to examine this paddle closely.
I came back into Sparkle’s old bedroom (where we sleep when we’re visiting) and found her bent over the end of the bed with her jeans in a puddle around her orange-socked feet and her infamous “naughty” panties around her knees. Orange socks and suggestive panties, not to mention a bent over and waiting bare bottom.
After the warmup with my hand, Sparkle began to realize she hadn’t been properly spanked in some time (the SUV spanking was needed, but didn’t quite count as a “proper” spanking).
When her backside felt the first stroke with the paddle, she said as much.
A few dozen swats later, she was hopping from foot to foot and yelping and her bottom was a nice rosy pink. Not the hardest paddling she’s gotten, but definitely sufficient after a week or so of traveling.
After the paddling, I put her in the corner with the paddle. Corner time is something new we’re experimenting with (as part of a number of things that I’m sure Sparkle will be blogging about soon). While I’ve always liked the idea of corner time in conjunction with punishments and even more playful scenes (and have used it in both with others), Sparkle has always been hesitant about it. This past week, laying in bed together one night, she told me she’d like to try it occasionally, and so we are.
Once her corner time was over, we both began to examine the paddle. It’s definitely very old and a bit worn…one could even say well used. As we turned it in the light, we discovered a number of faint pencil signatures on the paddle. Sparkle’s grandmother. Two of her grandmother’s brothers. And, most surprisingly, another family name, but from a different branch of the family tree.
I’d suggest Sparkle sign it too, but one really shouldn’t write on an antique.