I wanted it, I needed it and she gave it to me

Becall had surgery the first of December and only yesterday was her pin removed. This, of course, has dampened our spanking and sex life. It has been difficult for either of us to really enjoy sex, when a slip could cause something to contact the pin.

So we were both quite disposed to resume normal activities. She was not confident that her frame of mind would allow her to enjoy bottoming. So I was selected and I was fervent to assume the position.

Let me back up a little. Yesterday, she saw me putting on a pair of black silk boxers that she had bought for me some years back. I don’t wear them often and when she saw them she got a gleeful look and reached for a paddle. You have to humor a woman recovering from surgery don’t you? She wanted me to put on the same boxers for play today. And so I did.

We both spend more money on underwear for the other than we will for ourselves and these boxers were no exception.

Back to today. I was feeling bullet proof, so I pulled out the heavy artillery. Let me say now, that six hours later, I am sitting with care. Sometimes, you get what you want.

I got out two OTK weapons; our red paddle and our myrtlewood paddle. Both are joint use paddles. The red was our first paddle and it still packs a sting. Becall bought the myrtlewood in Oregon two years ago. It looks like a mini cheese board, but we suspect it was really designed for what we are using it for. Becall thought it was so cute and could not wait to try it out. She says it spells STING.

She likes to have me OTK, so I offered her either paddle. She choose the myrtlewood and toasted me with two dozen hard and fast. Then the fun began.

She gave me 20 on my legs with the wood batten. I really hate to admit that I like the batten, but I do. Next came about a dozen with the principal’s paddle. It is a moderately heavy one that gets to the deep tissue. Finally, she gave me 20 licks with the incredibly stingy white pine paddle. It stings the surface. Using a heavy paddle followed by a lighter one is like getting two paddlings. I was doing some deep breathing and I was hotter than a firecracker by the time she was finished. Oh yeah and my bottom was white hot.

We then engaged in some frenzied friction motion. I was delighted that Becall came with one of her primal screams. It had been a long dry spell for her.

Life is good!

Jay’s schoolgirl outfit

Jay posted a comment under Becall’s Schoolroom Paddling asking for suggestions for what kind of skirt, socks and shoes she should get.

Becall and I both like frilly socks like the gal is wearing in Becall’s Schoolroom Paddling. Shoes, we both like flats or low heels for this outfit. Skirt? We both like plaid, but that’s not a hard and fast rule. Pleated for sure. Just long enough to cover the panties when standing. Ideally, long enough to be worn out, without too much panty flashing.

Becall’s Schoolroom Paddling

Becall once got a schoolroom paddling, not in school, but in a public play space.

The place had the usual fare; crosses for flogging, a medical room, etc. What caught our eye was the schoolroom. We found the room empty and Becall went into an unrehearsed role saying that she could not be paddled because of who her Daddy was and ya-ta ya-ta. She is a quite accomplished role player and can come up with original and amusing excuses by the gross.

While she was yammering on about why she is too precious to be paddled, I am getting her ready for the paddle. I am aware that two or three men are looking through the door into the room, but when Becall was over the desk and I was focused on paddling her, my back was to the door.

I popped her bare bottom several times and she carried on with appropriate theatrics about what her Daddy was going to do to me.

It was only when I put the paddle down did I notice the gaggle of men looking through the door frame. Some were even squatting in order to get a view. I suspect it was the highlight of their week.