Roaming

Lately Ron has been choosing three implements for my weekly spanking. On this particular occasion he had laid out the red shoehorn (his current favourite), the striped bamboo spatula and the leather paddle. I had my choice of which weapon to start with.

"None of them," I answered.

"None is not an option," and Ron picked up the bamboo spatula, prodding me into position with it. "What's this really used for?"

"Um, cooking. Turning food over." It was hard to think clearly when said utensil was connecting with my backside, giving me a thorough warmup. Then the  leather paddle provided welcome relief in a noisy, ouchy kind of way. The strokes were slower and more methodical. I relaxed, closed my eyes and settled down to enjoy the sensations.

Maybe I looked a bit too relaxed, because Ron stepped up the pace considerably when he had the shoehorn in his hand.  He applied it briskly,  alternating from cheek to cheek. Then quite unexpectedly I felt three sharp swats on my left calf, followed by three on the right. Back to my bottom briefly, then swats on each thigh, the backs of my knees, the back of my head (gently), then my bottom. Where had this variation come from? I was startled, amazed, excited, pleased, and definitely out of my sleepy stupor.

Ron seemed encouraged by my reaction and repeated the pattern several times. I never knew where the stingy wooden beast would land next. I never thought I would enjoy the application of an implement anywhere other than on my bottom, but he used just enough force to make it interesting but not too painful.

The room was in semi-darkness. Maybe that's why the phrase "Roamin' in the Gloamin'" came to mind, although I stopped short of humming the tune.