Welcome Back Red!

Our good friend Red has returned with a new blog. Please stop by and give him a warm welcome.

It's great to have you back, my friend.

Rosy Outlook

The headline in the Saturday paper - Rosy Outlook - attracted my attention, as did the large, colourful splodge of various rosy hues below it. Was that an artist's impression of a spanked bottom, illustrating an article on our favourite aerobic activity?

Sadly, it wasn't. The article was about hot pink lipstick, and the picture was a collection of smears of various lipstick shades.

Still, it's nice to know that hot pink is in fashion this summer.

A Butt-busting Followup

Some of you have asked me how I liked the anti-monkeybutt powder, and the short answer is, I liked it just fine!

Last weekend, Ron was standing beside the bed, holding the leather paddle in happy anticipation, when I spoke up.

"It's kind of hot in here," I said.

"Not too bad. Come on." Ron was anxious to begin.

"Before we get started, let me get something," and I walked over to my bedside table and pulled open the drawer.

"What? Does it vibrate?" Ron knew some of the secrets that drawer held.

I laughed. "No, silly. If my bum is too hot and sticky, try this." I held out the container of powder to him. He read the label and laughed. He laughed even harder when I pointed out the part about "butt busting activities" on the label.

"Where did you get this? How did you happen to see it?" He was very curious now.

"It was in the drug store, and when I saw it I thought it would work better than Gold Bond." Then I ended the conversation by getting into position.

Ron put the container aside and settled down to the business at hand. Once, I interrupted to ask if he thought my bottom needed powdering, but he said no.

After what seemed like a long time, but was probably several minutes, he decided that I had been thoroughly spanked. "Your bum has a luminous glow."

Yes, he really said that! I was even more anxious to try the powder, to see if it had any heat-reducing qualities. So I begged Ron to rub some on, and he agreed. It was lovely, so soft and velvety as Ron smoothed it onto my fiery posterior. It felt much nicer than any lotion, and I do believe it helped a little. We both chuckled some more at the name, and I put the container back in my drawer, where it will be handy for next time.

After all, we are in the middle of a heatwave.

Butt-busting activities

Even though we live in the Great White North, temperatures can rise pretty high in the summer, and this past spring was exceptionally warm. That can lead to a bit of awkwardness during intimate moments.

Ron likes to stroke my bottom between rounds of spanks, to sooth the hot skin and to give me a chance to catch my breath and recover my composure. But last week his gentle stroking was impeded by a moist sticky surface. I blamed his hot sweaty palms - he must have had a tight grip on the paddle. He in turn said my bottom was sweaty from the heat. Who knows? We were probably both to blame.

Ron asked for some powder to rub onto my posterior, but I knew we didn't have any. I promised to pick some up the next time I went shopping, and we carried on as best we could. Luckily, the dampness didn't have a deterring effect on my husband's enthusiasm for spanking me.

On a subsequent trip to the pharmacy I scanned the shelves for something suitable. This is what I found.




Recommended for butt-busting activities. Yes, really! Check out their website. I think it will be just the thing!

Um, is it "Red"?

Or maybe it's "Cheezburger".

Have a safe, sane and happy Consensual Spanking Day!

Belt, Redux

The bed was turned down, the bedside lamps glowed, the pillows were stacked at the foot of the bed, and Ron was waiting. I love watching the look of pleasure appear on his face when he sees me wearing something sexy. I had on a very short, clingy slip - pale pink and grey, with tiny straps and a flounce at the bottom. It barely concealed the pink thong I wore underneath. I shivered, partly in anticipation of what was going to happen to me very soon, and partly because the weather had turned cool, and I was feeling somewhat underdressed for the temperature in the room.

Ron put his arms around me and proceded to explore. When he discovered my bare bottom, he lifted the skirt up so he could caress them it easily. Then he released me and turned to choose an implement, and the fabric stayed up, leaving my cheeks exposed. I couldn't help glancing in the mirror; this was SO hot.

It got hotter. When he turned around with the belt in his hand, my thoughts flashed to my last very exciting belt encounter (thank you, Spanking Blog, for featuring it) and wondered if this one would come close to matching it.

My mind returned to the business at hand as Ron bent me over the end of the bed. He pulled the thong down, but he left the slip in place. He rarely allows me to keep any clothing on during a spanking, and the thought of being partially clothed with my bare bum presented made the scene even more thrilling for me.

Then there was the belt itself. Always exciting. I buried my head in the blanket and squealed when it bit especially hard, but I wasn't too distressed. Ron knows how to space the hard swats with milder ones in between. Then he decided to move to the next stage of enjoyment; putting the belt down, he entered me from behind. As he started to thrust, he also rhythmically spanked my bottom very hard with his hand. OW! Now that did hurt. He couldn't reach my sit spots - for obvious reasons - so he swatted the upper parts of my cheeks, which he could reach just fine. My squeals became louder and more sincere, and I grabbed handfuls of bedding. I was impaled and couldn't get away, even if I wanted to. But I didn't.

When our fun was over and we had both enjoyed ourselves completely, I returned to the mirror once more while Ron dressed. Both cheeks were completely red from top to bottom. My goodness, he really had done a thorough job. I usually see red only on the lower portion. I rubbed gently; the skin was hot to the touch.

When the weather outside is chilly, my lover really knows how to turn up the heat.

Wear Red on Friday

Are you wearing red today? The idea of wearing red on Friday to demonstrate support for U.S. troops originated a few years ago. Since the colour red is strongly associated with Canada, the concept quickly spread north of the border.

We Canadians wear red every Friday to remember not only military personnel serving in Afghanistan, but all members of the armed forces wherever they are. It's our way of saying "thank you" to them for putting their lives on the line.

I know there are readers and bloggers who have served their countries in the past or are serving them now, or who have children currently stationed in areas of conflict. When I wear red, I honour them as well.


It doesn't have to be a t-shirt.