Since the year 2006 apparently, August 8 has been celebrated as Consensual Spanking Day, especially with Spanish speaking spankos (oh, nice alliteration!). Why August 8? Well, if written as such: (8/8), those numbers look something like a shapely bottom. Did you remember to celebrate and if so, how did you?
Robert and I did celebrate. Not that I need an excuse to spank him, certainly not. But it was nice to have a reason. The entire day I hinted at the fact that he would get his bottom smacked in the evening. He was nice and ready for it when the time came. I am sure he expected a paddle, a hairbrush or maybe even the cane. However, I had decided that this was going to be a really old-fashioned hand spanking. It had been a while since I had just used my hand and I really felt like doing it again. It felt really nice to take him over my knee, like a naughty little boy. His pants and panties were around his ankles, it took some time to adjust him so that his chastity device wasn't digging into my thigh. I took my time, admiring the view of his pert cheeks, nicely round and still without any blemish. I reminded him that his nice milky-white flesh was soon going to be burning red and hot. I love a little pre-spanking tease, to remind him of his humble position.
I didn't start out too hard, just planting stinging slaps all over his cheeks and the back of his thighs. He felt them, but this wasn't punishment of course. He even pushed his bottom up to meet my hand, the little slut. Pretty soon though, I had him wriggling and making noise. Who ever said that a woman can't spank a man to breaking point with just her hand, has never been over my knee, I assure you. This wasn't about spanking him that hard or that far though. I wanted to make it last.
I spanked him in stages, gently rubbing him in between. I even applied baby oil at one point, which was probably a bit mean, since it soothes after being applied but as soon as the spanking begins again, it makes it all the more painful. Still, Robert felt the pain but it definitely wasn't too much. He yelped and squirmed but his bottom stayed perfectly in position. He even parted his legs somewhat. Reaching between his legs, I prodded and squeezed his full balls, teasing him. Asking him if he craved being unlocked. He did, of course. Well, that wasn't going to happen today. I gave his full and aching balls a good squeeze and finished the spanking with a long and hard crescendo. His yelps, in earnest this time, and the slapping noise echoed off of our walls.
When it was all over, Robert's rear was very red and very hot to the touch, as a well spanked bottom should be. I ordered him off my knee and on his knees on the floor. He placed his head on my thigh and seemed to be in a very happy and content place. I allowed him to enjoy that for a few moments as I stroked his hair. Then it was time for him to take me to a happy and content place...
Perhaps every day should be Consensual Spanking Day?