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.
The traditional position for spanking is over the knee. Although we have been engaged in "the sound of one hand clapping" for many, many years, we just never did it in that position. Why? I suppose because spanking wasn't a thing we did in isolation; it was always an extension of foreplay. I got kissed, caressed, fondled and spanked, in no particular order. So we never made special preparations or bothered much about technicalities.
Not that I didn't crave it. The thought of being across a lap or over a knee pressed all the right buttons for me. But I never spoke up. Oh, the odd time when we were fooling around on the couch I might have maneuvered myself into that position, but I don't recall staying there for long. Ron simply wasn't interested in doing it that way, and I suppose he had his reasons. It might have seemed like discipline or age play to him, and he doesn't care for either one.
Then came the revelations that blogging and the internet provided, and I was reborn. All of a sudden I was inspired to try new positions, new implements, new everything, with my patient but unsuspecting husband. I discovered that there was an over the lap variation that sounded like just the ticket.
And so, at my instigation, we did it, and I told you all about it. I was spanked while across my husband's lap. I loved the idea of it; there I was in the position of all my fantasies. I thought I really had arrived. Now we were finally doing it right!
But deep down, I was a tiny bit disappointed. It simply wasn't very comfortable. Okay, I know the spankee isn't supposed to be comfortable. A spanking hurts, right? But I mean in the sense of lying on top of hard, bumpy legs instead of a nice, soft pillow. Ron's legs are slender and not overly padded, and while my tummy has plenty of padding, it wasn't enough. I felt an uncomfortable pressure that made me squirm, and not because of the swats.
For that reason, I hesitated to try it again. Ron never suggested it, which led me to think that perhaps he hadn't enjoyed it either, although at the time, well, it sure looked like he was having fun. But after a decent interval, my craving for that position got the better of me and we experienced OTK, take two.
Again I thought that it wasn't the pleasantest position. Although the thrill of it made me ignore the discomfort, it was still there. Ron always leaves the choice of position up to me, and I let several months pass before I decided to give it one more try.
But they say the third time is a charm, and so it was for us. I don't know why. I had taken steps to reduce some of the excess baggage around my midsection, and possibly that made our bodies fit together more snugly. Maybe I was more relaxed and less worried that Ron didn't want to spank me in that position. All I know is, once I settled in, it felt fine. Until the paddle descended on my bottom, that is. But that was an entirely different sort of discomfort that I was quite happy to endure. As far as being over his lap was concerned, I never wanted to leave it.
Perhaps it's a simple case of practice makes perfect, or of getting used to something different. It doesn't matter. Our version of OTK is something I look forward to now, and I know Ron will gladly give me all the ouchy attention I need.
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