The Wrong Colour

Last weekend we took a break from household chores to enjoy some spanking activities. True to form, Ron was handling the implements in his usual skilled fashion.

There was the riding crop for the warmup. You wouldn't think it, but the crop is quite mild compared to some of his other weapons. The little purple hand on the end is just right to start things off.

Then there was the large bamboo spatula. It's very pretty, with stripes of various shades of light and dark brown, but that innocent pervertable packs a wallop!

The leather paddle came next, and the first set of smacks took my breath away. I knew that over the next several minutes I would come to enjoy it, but the first set is the hardest to take.

Ron rotated through the assortment of implements several times, keeping me on my toes and unable to settle into any single sensation for too long. Then he stopped and put down the weapon he held.

"Your bum is white," he observed.

"Really? How could that be?" I was still white after all that? There must be something wrong with the lighting in the room. "Use the paddle. that'll make me pink."

"Your wish is my command." Ron applied the leather paddle to try to correct the situation. It didn't work. My bottom stubbornly remained pale despite his best efforts.

"I give up." Ron put his arsenal away and I got up to inspect the damage (or lack thereof) in the mirror. He was right; my bottom was sore, but anemic. Why it failed to take on the usual colour remains a mystery. Perhaps I need to keep some cosmetics on hand to enhance the effects of a good paddling.