The gods are displeased

Last weekend we were nearly interrupted again during our spanking fun. Ron was using his favourite wooden shoehorn, alternating with a large wooden spoon, and I was just over the initial shock of the assault to my posterior. When he switched to one of the leather paddles, I breathed a sigh of relief and settled in to enjoy the thwack of skin on skin.

All of a sudden we heard a rumbling noise. The lamps on the bedside tables shook. What was that? A heavy truck passing through our neighbourhood? Earth-movign equipment? Not likely on a Sunday afternoon. A low-flying plane? Thunder? An earthquake?

We waited, poised for flight. No further rumblings happened, the lights stayed on, and we decided there was nothing to worry about.

"The spanking gods are angry," Ron surmised.

I laughed. "Then what can we do to appease them?" I asked.

"I can think of something." Ron illustrated his point with the shoehorn on my bottom.

"That ought to satisfy them, but let's make sure," I agreed.

They Don't Mind

Last month a brunch discussion on Bonnie's blog dealt with how the animals in our homes react to spanking. Ron rarely spanks me in front of our dogs. Fang needs close supervision and Fluffy is frightened by loud noises. Both are safely shut away before a spanking begins, and we confine our activities to the bedroom with the door closed.

The other evening while we were watching television, I got up from my place on the couch beside Ron. I immediately felt a firm swat on my bottom. I paused, leaned forward slightly, and the smack was repeated on the other side. I winced but held my position as a flurry of short, sharp slaps landed on my backside. When it was over, I rubbed my bottom as I turned around and looked at the dogs. They were both curled up, fast asleep, one at either end of the couch.

"Look," I said. "They didn't even notice."

"They're used to it now," Ron agreed.

Maybe our furbabies have finally come to terms with their parents' kink, and we can explore spanking opportunities with more spontaneity. I wonder what they'll do when they hear the loud wooden paddles close up.

Spank Quietly

A woman in Britain will go to jail for eight weeks if she keeps on having noisy sex, a court ruled recently. She and her husband keep their neighbours awake at night with sounds described in court as "unnatural" and "like they were both in considerable pain".

For the next year, to avoid a prison term, the couple will have sex in the mornings instead.

And will spank with quieter implements too, I hope.

Read the complete story here.