A Silent Spanking

How can a spanking be silent? Good question. I don't mean the spanking itself; Ron loves implements that make a big sound. Loopy Johnnys and curtain cords aren't for him, thank goodness. What I am referring to is the noise I make while being spanked. Let me explain...

Two weeks ago we were engaged in our regular weekend spanking session. As usual, I was quite vocal in my protests at the beginning. The swats almost always felt too hard, or were too close together, and I whined about not getting a warmup.

"I don't do warmups," was Ron's retort, followed by an increase in the speed of the spanks.

Aside from the complaining, I also cried "Ow" when the paddle landed on a particularly tender part of my anatomy. Sometimes it was "Ow, ow" or even "Ow ow ow!" You get the idea. Anyway, I was carrying on in this fashion when Ron suddenly interrupted me.

"No talking." he ordered.

"What? Why not?" Shouting is my favourite part of a spanking.

"Quiet. No talking," my husband repeated, then continued with the job at hand.

Well! This was an unusual turn of events. We are fortunate to live in our own house, with no neighbours listening through thin walls, and with the windows closed, there had never been any need for silence or restraint. I struggled to obey his order. I firmly closed my mouth, squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself into silence.  It was difficult, but having to keep quiet made me all the more aware of what was going on around me. The whistle of the rattan through the air, the feeling of it as it connected with my bottom,  the deep breath Ron took as he prepared for another assault and my breath as I struggled to remain still and silent.

I thought that my lack of verbal reaction might cause Ron to think I was lacking in enthusiasm, but he carried on for the usual length of time then finally told me, "You're done." By that time, I was done. Holding my tongue had been an unusual but interesting experience, and I have a new appreciation for the self-restraint required to keep silent during a spanking. Those of you who live in apartments have my admiration and sympathy. I think I'm ready for a thin-walled hotel room any time Ron is!

The View from Here - Talking

There was a time when saying the word "spank" would make me tremble all over. My voice would shake, my face would turn red, and I would feel extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed. The unfortunate part was that I even reacted that way with my husband. I couldn't talk to him about the subject that intrigued us both so much. As a result, there were often misunderstandings due to his misinterpretation of my agitation. And talking about spanking, or any other intimate activity, was something Ron would never have dreamed of doing.

Since I discovered the world of spanking blogs, and began reading and then writing about spanking, my reluctance gradually faded away. At first it was still hard to speak of the subject, but there was so much I wanted to tell Ron. I needed to share the things I read and the feelings I had. And so, little by little, I opened up. Even more gradually, Ron did too.

How different we both are today. Scarcely a day goes by without one of us mentioning TTWD, usually in some humorous way. Every time Ron says that someone is being "a pain in the ass" it's always a reason for knowing looks and laughter, He will then clarify what he meant, or didn't mean, which prompts more laughter.

If we hear a spanking innuendo on television, we exchange knowing looks and smiles. Where once it would have been an elephant in the room, causing embarrassment and discomfort, it's now a chance to feel closer to each other. Ron often says -- as casually as talking about the weather -- that certain TV personalities need a good spanking. How far he has come! How far we both have.

This blog is another creature that has morphed from an elephant into a playful creature, comfortable to be around and accepted as part of the family. Where once I would have carried out my blogging preparations and plans privately, I now often tell Ron about my pictures, the items I have lined up for Guess the Implement, and my ideas. He isn't really interested in this blog, but understands how important it is to me. He accepts it, and is proud of my efforts.

Here's an example of how spanking enters even the most innocent conversation. Ron and I were watching two women walk by our house for the second time in a few hours. They seem to have no occupation other than walking, and it's not uncommon for them to pass by several times a day. I remarked that they seemed like old friends because we see them so often, and that we should invite them in for a cup of tea.

"We should invite them in for a spanking," Ron countered seriously. What? I couldn't believe what I thought had heard, and asked him to repeat it. After assuring me that he was only joking, we laughed together at the thought. Now I can't watch them go by without smiling and remembering.

Last but not least, we talk during a spanking. Not a lot, but enough to stay connected. It's a chance to be silly and not treat it quite so seriously as we have in the past, and it's made an enjoyable activity twice as nice. Chatting increases the feeling of intimacy and closeness, and it's just so darned much fun!

How far we have come. And we like where we are.