My bottom is sore today. Very sore in fact, and bruised. As soon as I got up I ran to look in the mirror and was amazed at what I saw. Now, every time I sit down I think about how it got that way. I’ve heard it said that a sore bottom is the best way to teach a lesson. I guess whoever came up with that knew what they were talking about. I can’t seem to take my mind off the whole incident because it was very embarrassing having my skirt up giving a full view and I think all the neighbors saw! Plus, my bottom was just starting to recover from last week.
Yep, I’ve learned my lesson. The lesson is: watch where you are walking! That’s right, I was carrying bags of groceries and moving some items out of my way while walking backward. Recipe for disaster? You bet. I tripped and fell backwards onto my bottom. My skirt went up over my head and the neighbors across the street who were having a yard sale looked on amused. I recovered well enough, but I’m quite sore today. I sure hope I don’t get into any trouble, my bottom is in no shape for punishment!
How many spankings have I received on camera? Hundreds. How many spankings have I received off camera? Hundreds. So you might be tempted to think that I could learn some things.
Like, when your boyfriend asks you if you need a spanking the answer should be,”No”
Or, if you’re missing your hairbrush don’t ask him if he’s seen it.
Also, do any relevant tidying up of clothing accessories (such as belts) when he is not paying attention. Do not leave them laying around the living room.
Additionally, do not cook meals that require the use of wooden spoons or rubber spatulas. Sandwiches are fine. Restaurants are better.
There are more of these pearls of wisdom, but I guess I just can’t learn. I keep finding myself in bottoms up situations because I seem unable to avoid them.
I don’t remember what started it, but last night I found myself holding my boyfriend’s belt and running from him. He came after me saying,”Oh you’re holding a belt!” That sealed my fate. The next thing I knew I was face down on the bed and he was whipping the belt down on my bottom and thighs.
Everyone knows that I am a wimp, but this time I was ridiculous. Even over my jeans I found it excruciatingly painful. His response to my wiggling was, “Yeah, put your feet in the way, put your hands in the way, let me know how that works out for you.” At one point I nearly wiggled off the bed because I was so mad at the belt. He caught me though and said, “You’d better calm down.” He put his weight on me and I panted and struggled but eventually did calm down.
Unfortunately for me that wasn’t the end. Calming down was just his cue to continue. When he was done he left me on the bed and told me I could take a couple of minutes. I needed them. Ouch!
Just wondering if anyone who enjoys spanking videos ever gives any thought to the girls behind the video. Do they realize that we are real people with real lives and that we’ve sacrificed to do what we do? Do they assume we are drug addicts? Do they think we share their fetish? Would they be upset if their daughters did what we do?
I became a spanking model because it sounded fun and I’d enjoyed watching spanking videos forever. I wondered what it was like to be on the other side of the camera. And, it has been fun. I’ve met some “stars” and I’ve gotten to explore my kink and my fantasies in a way I probably couldn’t have done without the zoom lens and lights.I wouldn’t give up this experience for anything! Yet, I’ve given some things up too.
My privacy. I had a vanilla myspace account once upon a time. Then someone recognized me as Bailey and posted it to a spanking board. On that site were pictures of my parents and friends among other things. Did that person do wrong? I dunno. But I no longer use that account. I know that if I post a picture of myself in any vanilla context I risk being outed by insensitive spankos. Such is life right?
I’ve limited my job options. No, most things aren’t closed to me but do you think I can be a teacher or have a job in politics? I don’t mind this, but I do realize that some things are closed to me. The first female president can some day thank me for giving up my spot!
My parents know about what I do. Did I intend to tell them? Not so much. I won’t go into detail about the hows, but let me assure you that it has affected the way we view each other. Similarly, do you think I will ever have a lover who won’t know? Probably not. There is a certain amount of legacy here.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to deal with these things. Every choice has consequences, after all. I just get sick of hearing how we are trashy or deserve what happens to us. When my personal space is violated and someone says,”You brought it on yourself” it makes me wonder.
Who do people really think we are?
I know who I am. I’m an intelligent young woman. I have a spanking fetish. I made a conscious choice to pursue my kink in spite of the potential consequences. Does that mean that you have a right to treat me as less of a person? I think not.
Do you think all spankings have to have a reason? I personally I rather enjoy it when my boyfriend surprises me with a spanking! The other night I had just such an experience. I had just closed my computer and was headed to bed when he pounced on me and pulled me over his knee.
Let me tell you, I never get over being surprised by the pain. I’m also always shocked at how much a hand spanking hurts. Of course, these two things were intensified by the fact that I was not expecting this spanking and had no chance to prepare for it. I struggled so hard that he had to pin me down and keep me immobile!
The next day I was sore, not just from the spanking. My whole body was feeling the effects of the struggle and surprise. It reminded me all day long of how much he cares for me. I think that can be a pretty good reason all by itself!