Work Around

Last week I told you about our interrupted spanking. Well, it nearly happened again.

Ron was using the dogging bat quite energetically, and I was loving it. Suddenly he stopped. I thought he had paused to switch implements, but the pause lasted too long. He tapped me on the bottom, said "look" and showed me the end of it.

"What's the matter? Did you break it?" I was only joking; the supple leather was unbreakable, as was the stiff nylon core.

"Look. Blood." Ron showed me the tip, flecked with red dots. We had only started, so I couldn't see how he could have done any real damage to my posterior. Besides, our spankings are never severe enough to draw blood. That would be a big no-no.

"Did you do it with the hairbrush?" That was the first implement used in our session.

"I don't know, but there's a blood blister on your butt."

"Where?" He touched it with his finger, and I could feel that it was on the inner curve of my left cheek, quite near the cleft. It seemed to be in a spot rather out of harm's way, and not at all sore, or at least not any more painful than any other part of my bottom. Oh, dear, was he going to atop before we had even started?

"Never mind," Ron said. "I'll work around it." So he did. I was paddled high and low, and on the outer curves of my bottom, but no implement touched the marked spot. Ron's aim is pretty accurate when he tries.