A Semi-permanent mark

Some time ago I told you about spicing up a spanking by putting stickers on my bottom. Several commenters suggested tattoos. Now, I would never consider getting a permanent tushie tat. Ron wouldn't approve and they are really not my thing. But surely a temporary one would be fun to try.

So I searched online and found this do it yourself tattoo kit on one of my favourite sites.

It looked simple enough and I had a gift card to use, so I ordered it. But when it arrived, I was dismayed to find the variety of stencils was quite limited. Only one sheet, and nothing looked appropriate. What would Ron make of a lizard on my butt? Would he swat a dolphin?

I needed to find something more appropriate; preferably a heart. So off I went to the local craft superstore. There I found a large assortment of stencils on sale, and chose a pack that included several hearts and other interesting, butt-appropriate patterns.

I snipped out a heart, stuck it on my right cheek, reached for a henna-coloured marker, and stopped. How on earth was I supposed to colour in the stencil? I couldn't see what I was doing, and could barely reach. I tried holding a mirror in one hand, but I got confused by the reflection and couldn't get the pen to go where I wanted it to. The marker was sharp and pointed and it took forever to fill in the design; a chisel tip would have worked much better.

I gave up, peeled off the sticky stencil, and scrubbed the half-finished heart off my cheek. Maybe I should use a bingo dabber, or a felt tip marker with a larger tip. But wait! Hadn't I seen rub-on tattoos someplace?

The next day I made a trip to the nearest dollar store. Sure enough, at the end of one aisle was a prominent display of rub-on, washable tattoos. Eureka! I selected a package of heart-shaped designs and hurried to the cash with my selection, grinning from ear to ear.

The following Saturday I found some time alone when Ron was busy washing the car. I chose the yellow heart with pink wings,read the instructions several times, slipped into the bathroom, bared my bottom and imprinted my right bottomcheek with the picture. I let it dry completely then gently pulled up my panties and wondered what Ron would make of it when he finally saw it.

I didn't have long to wait. After showering and changing, Ron was ready to administer my usual weekend spanking. His reaction was immediate.

"What's that?" he asked as soon as he saw the fluttering heart.

"What do you think it is?"

"Where did you get that? Get it off!" he ordered. Yeah, as if it was that easy.

"I must have sat in something," I breezily replied.

"Ron chuckled. "I'll get it off" and he proceeded to paddle it very hard with the leather paddle. Oops! I had inadvertently given him a target to aim at.

"Hey, I have two cheeks, you know," I protested.

"Yes,' he replied, never missing a beat, "but only one of them has that thing on it." He then gave the other cheek some attention too, but not as much.

"Are you getting dye all over the paddle? Is it fading?" I queried, hoping to distract him. It did, and he stopped to examine both the implement and my bottom.

"No, it's getting brighter," he announced, then went to work with the cane, which also seemed to be aimed at my pink and yellow target. Never before had the cane felt so ouchy! If I didn't know better, I could have sworn he'd read my recent post about how little impact our cane has.

The worst was yet to come. Ron picked up the dressage whip and whooshed it through the air, then it struck. Now, we have had problems in the past with the tip of that particular implement wrapping onto my right hip. Ron had learned to avoid doing that, but this time he managed to get the tip to connect exactly where the tattoo was positioned. Yeowch!

By the time my husband had finished, he announced that he could scarcely see the offending image on my backside. When I checked in the mirror I saw he was right. The pink wings had disappeared against the bright red of my flaming cheek. The yellow heart had turned a dull orange. Maybe next time I will choose green or blue and see what happens. And it would be wiser to put one on each globe, to make certain I come out even in the end.

The next morning before taking a shower, I took a look at my bum in the mirror to check on the tattoo. It was still there, once more bright pink and yellow. Around it was a halo of red - a reminder of the evening before. I was delighted! My bottom rarely shows any trace of a spanking the next day, but I guess this one had been harder than usual, with my artwork providing an incentive.

I think I'll try the two LOVE tattoos next time - one on each cheek.