Second Thoughts about the Hairbrush

You may recall from a previous post I have had my doubts about the hairbrush and its inability to make much of an impression on my bottom. So we tried the the backward approach, and here's what happened.

I was in position along the length of the bed, a single pillow tucked under my tummy. Ron slid open the drawer and shuffled the implements. He picked up the dogleg brush and I moaned involuntarily. He put it down, groped a bit more, then retrieved his current favourites: the red slapper and the hairbrush.

"Perfect," I said. This would be my chance to test my theory. "Wood first."

Ron didn't waste any time. He reached for the brush and knelt beside me. I held my breath and braced myself for the impact.

Smack! It was hard, loud and right on target. And so were the dozen or so swats that followed. Why had I doubted that the hairbrush could do the job? Ow! Why had I encouraged Ron not to hold back? Ow! Each stroke produced some sort of verbal protest from me, and I couldn't keep still.

I told myself that this was exactly what I had wanted while I kicked and squirmed after each hard whack. After a little break for some very nice stroking, I jumped and groaned at the resumption of swats. The brush was still doing a fine job, although it didn't hurt quite as much.

Ron put the brush down and I felt the bed move as he shifted his position. What was he doing? He shoved my legs apart and knelt between them. I didn't like to think what sort of view I was presenting back there. Luckily I didn't have long to worry about it because the slapper hit my bottom with a loud crack.

My little red friend sounded louder than ever, and I can't say I felt much. After the bite of the brush, its tiny sting was barely noticeable. No matter. The loud slapping was hypnotic and I rolled my hips to meet each stroke.

Ron set the slapper down and explored the area between my legs. He could tell I had enjoyed the spanking so far. He continued his caresses and I relaxed, then suddenly stiffened as I heard - and felt - another pair of swats on my backside. Ron was wielding the slapper with his left hand while pleasuring me with his right. This was a rare treat and I gave myself fully to the sensations...

So I now have new respect for the wooden hairbrush. It's great as long as we skip the warmup.