Now Recidavist has resumed blogging, and announced that I was the lucky (or unlucky) winner of the contest. This is what I won:
Ron didn't wait till bedtime to deal with me. This letter arrived on Sunday, so he took advantage of our regular spanking date.
He was kind enough to ask me what implement I wanted. From my position at the foot of the bed, I looked up and saw my friend the dogging bat hanging from the bedpost, so I said, "The one on top." Ron walked to the head of the bed and returned carrying not the dogging bat but Black Beauty, the black leather strap. Oops. I hadn't seen it hiding behind the bedpost.
It was too late to protest. The strap connected solidly with my cheeks in rapid succession. Ow! This was no fun; it hurt! I seriously considered asking Ron to stop, or maybe squirming out of position, but told myself firmly that I would start to enjoy it any minute now.
After a sound paddling and some very nice stroking, Ron decided to take advantage of my position in another way. But it seemed that my body wasn't ready yet, and he was having difficulty.
"You need some lube," I suggested.
"Right." But instead of going to the drawer for a tube of lubricating gel, he resumed his swats to my posterior.
"Ow! That's not what I meant!" I buried my face in the blankets as he did his best to get my body into a more cooperative state. That's when I got the giggles. The whole situation struck me as being a funny misunderstanding and I laughed and squeaked as the leather strap continued to do its work.
When Ron finally stopped, my bottom was hot and tingling, and other areas were also more than ready for his renewed attempt. By the end of the afternoon, we both felt that we had won first prize.
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