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We just celebrated my birthday and SpankBoss made it one to remember…for both of us!

From the moment I woke up he was especially sweet to me and made me feel cherished and special. SB gave me some incredible goodies which included some fun items – a beautiful flogger and that funny pig tail I’ve been giggling about. Hey, I’m a kinky girl and I like my toys!

In fact, I was more than willing when SB offered to try the flogger out on my backside to see what I thought of it. I was busy nuzzling my face in the leather when he suggested it so it took me a minute to get back to the here and now, but I was glad I did. Mmmmm it was wonderful!

I thought he might go ahead and give me my birthday spanking then and there but he informed me that I wouldn’t get that treat until after dinner. Talk about a tease! But then I realized that if I got my spanking then, we’d probably miss our dinner reservation and I was reveling in being spoiled so I didn’t push the issue. I should definitely get some credit for that.

That evening we went out for a lovely dinner which included some very good wine. The result was that by the time we got home I was ready for the birthday party to start and SB didn’t disappoint. We were barely in the door when he told me to take off my clothes and get ready for my birthday spanking. Yippee! I scurried to obey and practically threw myself onto the bed when he indicated that’s where he wanted me.

I positioned myself, arching my back and wiggling my bottom in the air anxious for SB to deliver. He had said earlier that he wanted to use the flogger but I had expected him to use it later in the spanking. Imagine my surprise when if felt those leather tails caressing my backside ever so teasingly. I was a little apprehensive but SB definitely knew what he was doing. He landed strokes that went from slightly stingy to surprisingly ouchy but the whole experience was very arousing and I quickly found myself moaning and wriggling enjoying every stroke of my new toy. I had heard that floggers could be sensual but I had no idea just how much.

When SB stopped to rub my bottom, I guess he decided I’d had enough “warm up” and was ready for the main event. He sat on the bed and invited me over his lap. Happy to comply, I climbed across and settled in. I guess he was right about using the flogger first because the first swat of his hand surprised me. Normally a hand spanking doesn’t affect me right off, but this one did. Every swat of his large hand made me squawk and wiggle. I was loving it so much that I had a hard time keeping count. In fact, I considered miscounting so he’d have a reason to start over. But as much as I was enjoying myself, I was ready to … well … enjoy myself. You know what I mean! I was primed and ready for the main event — Birthday Sex! Ya gotta love Birthday Sex.

I won’t embarrass anyone with any further details but just so you know … it was an amazing birthday!

As for the comment I made earlier about us both having something to remember, I have a tender bottom as well as happy memories but SB also has something physical to remind him. The poor man seems to have strained something in his shoulder from all that vigorous spanking. The lengths he goes to trying to keep me happy! *grin*

Violet Blue got a very good birthday spanking, and in public no less!

The bench was high, and had weird metal legs in front that required me to stand with my legs askew, spread wide, and lean far over at the waist. This was an extremely compromising position, though my back (and my exposed backside!) was on display to any spectators — I couldn’t see the rest of the room. It was scary, even though everyone at the party was a total stranger. I felt Hornboy’s hands on my waist; his feet nudged my feet even wider apart. He firmly pushed me all the way down onto the bench. I could feel the cool air on my hot bits, with no pubic hair to impede even the slightest draft. Than it came — thwack! Hornboy’s big, rough hand spanked my bottom.

He continued to knead my cheeks and massage my outer labia, interspersing with gentle and firm spanks. I held on tight to the bench. The pain, heat and arousal all clouded my mind; I couldn’t tell if there were more people in the room now, or no one. The minute I started to worry that someone would see me, see my dress hiked up over my round and red bottom, another hard, hot spank would jolt me back into my body.

“Are you counting?” Hornboy asked after several minutes. “Um, no” I giggled. He leaned over me, nuzzled my neck and cheek, kissed me and smiled. “Start counting.”

That’s just the beginning. Happy birthday!

A while back I had occasion to write the following miracle of muddy expression:

It never fails to entertain me when kinky people go all judgmental as soon as somebody takes their kink a little farther than they are comfortable with.

In a slightly different context, Mistress Matisse says something similar, only she says it much better:

It’s always amazing to me when people take on a sexually deviant identity and then try to set up restrictive rules about how that identity must be expressed. Hey, if you want to create an inflexible structure for yourself, I’m cool with that, although I might scratch my head over it privately. Why would you bother leaving behind other people’s repressive rules just to straight-jacket yourself all over again?

However, the idea that you can inflict your rules of identity on me is laughable. To me, that would be the ultimate submission — letting someone else decide how I could and could not express my sexuality. I’m far too dominant for that!

Which is why Matisse has a newspaper column and I (the gods be praised) do not.

Spanking reference in Dilbert. Thanks to Shay for the heads up!

I love this blog post title: Nothing Ruins a Bad Mood Better Than a Good Spanking. And it’s true, too. Whenever Bethie gets out of sorts, I give her a spanking while getting all mock-stern about her being “fractious”. By the time she’s trying to figure out whether to laugh or whimper-and-squeal, her bad mood is usually long gone.

Or, as it went down in the post:

He had me get onto the floor on my hands and knees. He started in with the paddle on my butt, harder than i expected right of the start. i was mostly annoyed just then, but i decided maybe i just needed to have the sullen mood beat out of me, so i breathed and relaxed. Quickly i found it easy to take even harder smacks than He initially used. He paused often to rub my quickly reddening bottom. That felt good, and made it somehow more personal. He used His hand also, and raked His nails over my back, leaving some nice red lines.

Apparently this was all very arousing for Him, He grabbed my hair and sat back on the couch, ordering me to take Him in my mouth. He knows that i don’t really like to lick Him there if He hasn’t freshly showered, but sometimes He makes me do it anyway, just because i don’t like it. Well if the spanking didn’t do it, that did, and i started feeling ‘sub state of mind’ coming on. i sucked and licked Him to orgasm, and He came all over my chest and neck again. At this point i was kneeling up, and He told me to stay, my palms against my thighs. i obeyed, and He proceeded to lay into my butt with His hand again. This time there was no pain, only that lovely feeling of teetering on the edge, i found it hard not to fall forward. My legs felt unsteady and i had to make a conscious effort not to turn into a puddle of mush on the floor.

He told me that my red ass was beautiful. That is maybe the most Dominant-like thing He has ever said. Few people can appreciate a just-beaten ass like a Dominant. It made me feel amazing.

I just discovered Spanking Art, which features nice examples of vintage spanking artwork. It’s new, but looks very promising.

Many a kinkster has had moments of pleasant reverie while reading the histories of those terrible Vikings, whose plundering always included (at least in the fevered imaginings of the pious monks who recorded the histories) the carrying-off of nubile farm wenches for immoral purposes. Here’s one of those reveries reduced to pen and ink (click the detail image for the larger scene):