A Spanking Everyday: Part III

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Tonight didn’t go as badly as I had expected.   My husband took my bruising and soreness into consideration and took it easy on me.  He did give me a few good smacks and you can see the red, hanger-shaped welt on my left side.  I had tried to roll on my side to keep him from spanking me and that’s what I got. 

I am going to enjoy my last night with my husband for over a week and think about him with love tomorrow when I am sitting on my sore, bruised bottom on my drive to Georgia. 
 

A Spanking Everyday: Part II

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As promised, I was spanked again while being reminded to “drive safely and slowly” and behave myself while on my trip.  As you can see, I have some bruising from the previous nights’ spankings.  This spanking hurt far worse because of how sore I was to begin with. 

At first, my husband had my panties wedged up in my butt while he was spanking me, but half way through my spanking, he asked me to get my plug and the lube.  I did as he asked and laid across my full body pillow that was folded over in half for me to lay across.  He pulled my panties down and pushed  the plug into my bottom with only a small amount of lube on the it.  Once it was inside of me, he began spanking me again with the hanger.  It stings to begin with, but after 3 days in a row I am rather sore. 

1 more spanking to go.

A Spanking Everyday

I got news recently that my biological father isn’t doing very well and I have planned a trip with my mother and daughter to go and visit that side of my family.  We plan to be gone for a week and, because of work, my husband is unable to go with us.  Yesterday (Monday), while talking in bed with my husband he told me that he planned to spank me every night until I leave (Friday Morning).  Since I am going to be gone for so long without him, he wants to make sure I remember to behave myself.  He then commanded me to get the hanger and whipped my bottom until it was on fire and I was begging for him to stop.

Tonight, I was already in bed by the time he got home and he excitedly reminded me that I was to get another spanking.  Instead of telling you that he spanked my bare bottom with the hot pink plastic hanger again, I’d like to show you the damage.

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Ouch! He was especially upset because I had accused him of smoking cigarettes again and he swears he isn’t.   He was offended that I didn’t trust him. 

I have 2 more spankings to go, perhaps more pictures to come?

Pictures?

I have been arguing with myself for the last few days about whether or not I should start posting pictures on my blog, and by pictures I mean real pictures.  Pictures that I take.  Pictures of my bottom after a spanking or with a plug in, implements, and other things relevent.
I haven’t been able to decide so I figured I would ask for opinions and base my decision on that.  I would like to add that I will not be posting pictures of my face (or anyone elses), my breasts, or other parts of my body, aside from my bottom. 

So what do you think?  Should I occasionally post some real and relevant pictures with my posts? Or should I stick to text and leave it up to the imagination?  Feedback is strongly appreciated.

A Spanking To Make Me Feel Better

I have been having a rather hard week and I have a lot on my plate at the moment.  I got recent news that my biological father isn’t doing well and have made plans to take a trip to Georgia to visit with that side of my family.  I have a lot of conflicting emotions with the situation because this is a man that I haven’t spoken to in over 2 and a half years.

Last night, I came to bed with a frown on my face and my husband offered to spank me.  My husband knows that spankings can be a big release for me, but he has never asked me if I wanted a spanking when I was feeling sad or anxious.  I nodded.  He had me retrieve the hanger and lay on the bed.  He left my panties on for the majority of the spanking.  He didn’t say much while he was spanking me this time, and this was probably the best I have taken a spanking in  a long while.  He spanked me hard, very hard.  It was exactly what I needed though.

I buried my face in the pillow and moaned, sometimes nearly screaming.  It hurt.  The hanger made a silent slap each time it connected with my bottom and I gasped with each stroke.  My husband would alternate between severely whipping my bottom and rubbing it.  His hands felt so good on my stinging flesh.  He commented on the texture of the welts cascaded across my bottom, but he continued to spank me.  Eventually I was sobbing into the pillow, yes crying.  He continued to spank me.  This was the point he needed to bring me to, and he knew it.  Even when I begged him to stop, he told me “Just a few more.”  He gave me another 15 hard swats, and then he was finished.  He rubbed my bottom for a long while and held me close.

Finally, I got up to put away the hanger and he had me get my butt plug and the lube.  He filled my bottom with the plug and held me close beside me.  He told me to just keep it in and think about it for a while as he fell asleep beside me.

I Made a Poll.