"I think you should give me 31 spankings on my birthday with my new 12 inch leather heart impression paddle," I texted Adam a couple days before my birthday.
"Good idea!" he texted back.
After eating salmon, deep fried potatoes, broccoli rabe, four kinds of gelato (egg cream, chocolate sorbet, pear, and cappuccino biscotti, I think it was) and a lot of red red wine, we danced a bit. To Sam Cooke. I had a grin on my face I couldn't hide. My eyes were getting glassy. I was now entering: The Amorous Zone.
Slow dancing with my man gives me a huge lady boner. And besides, and this is so fucking true and a little love-lame, I never feel more in love with him than when I'm slow dancing. Swear.
And then...
"Are you ready for your spankings now?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, in a small voice, immediately submissive. "How do you want me?"
"On your stomach," he replied. And so I stripped and lied down on the bed and put my ass up.
"That's a very nice sight," he said, standing behind me. Oh, he was getting into the zone. He doesn't get into the hitting zone all the time but when he does--boy howdy, Janie has it coming.
I was drunk on food and drink and love and other things when he started hitting me with the heart impression paddle.
A hard spanking. A soft spanking. An in between spanking. One that was not a spanking at all but just a graze. He stretched out the spankings over minutes. Pauses between each one became unbearable. I started grinding my bare pussy into the bed as I waited for his (Bad Erotica Alert) delectably mean administrations.
"Count each one," he said, at the beginning. "Count."
(Hotness Alert.)
So I counted.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
A long pause. So long.
"Was that five?"
"That was four."
"Four." Owwww. "Four!"
It went on forever.
This paddle has a way of being just what you want it to be, when you have the forces of mean and sweet and harsh and kind behind it all.
Honestly, toy reviews are easier to do when I am, or he is, inspired by the toy. And that can be because of the toy, or because I'm in a really good place to experiment, and explore. Who knows? Who cares? This shit was HOT. I started to understand spanking through it.
Soft spank.
"Eight?"
"That was seven."
THWACK.
Sometimes when I lost count, I was fearful that he'd hit me harder. Sometimes he would. Sometimes he wouldn't. Just anticipating the hit, guesing what it would be--guessing right, or completely wrong--was a huge part of the fun. Each spanking was perfect. The arch of the spankings. It was a story told through spank. He took me on a journey, in a way.
But the heart paddle didn't leave any heart marks, like it said it would.
It did leave me red bottomed, though.
"Thank you very much for my birthday spankings," I said, sniffling, tears rolling down my face, when he'd finished. He kissed me.
"You're welcome."
The paddle left me so incredibly wet that he didn't have to guide his cock into me. It just slid in. Time after time. Taking it all the way out. Slipping it all the way back in. Magnet cunt.
All from spankings.
All from the heart paddle.
I give it two bums up.
(Even though I just have one bum.)
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2 comments:
Fun review. Sounds like you had a spanking good time!
You are the cutest, hottest blogger ever!
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