Tuesday, February 26, 2013
My journey has taken many interesting twists and turns and I have loved them all. Probably the most significant and life altering is the relationship with my Daddy. For nearly six years this wonderful man has been a significant part of my life. Our relationship has evolved into Domestic Discipline. I am happily accountable and obedient to him and have no wish to ever change this. It has improved my life immeasurably.
When we started out I could not use the term Daddy since it brought up horrific memories from childhood. So he become my beloved big brother and if you followed my earlier posts you may remember that. Our relationship always had a disciplinary component but that has grown into something rare and beautiful.
I know it is hard to understand an adult that needs and wants to be punished for judgement errors and disobedience but it is my need. My Daddy understands this so very well and finds it to be quite natural and beautiful. He has helped me see it as nothing abnormal but a wonderful part of the person I am. And in return I regard these spankings as a gift of love.
While I love being spanked for other reasons I do not love being punished. It means that I have disappointed myself and the person I love most in the world. I never start to forgive myself until after the spanking and even then it is sometimes difficult. However, my Daddy's forgiveness is always there, he never spanks in anger. And after the punishment I am always held in his arms. I have never felt so loved or cherished.
So what started as a spanking blog now will explore submissiveness, my little head space, and the considerable delights of being spanked.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
During their relationship Janine had turned full financial authority over to Paul. He demanded and she acquiesced without much dissension. Her paycheck was deposited directly into his account and, although he seldom said no to anything she wanted, access to the checkbook and charge accounts were kept from her.
A few miles from the hospital a young power company technician sat pensively by the window. He could not shake thoughts of what had transpired at the hospital. The horror of looking at the woman's abused legs was incredible. He was not sexually sheltered in any way but that was some of the worst marking he had ever seen. Bruise on top of bruise, some healing, some fresh. Ugly welts that criss crossed and carried scabs that indicated bleeding cuts from a cane were all abundantly evident, even with just a quick glance. As he sighed and went to prepare some dinner he resolved that he would be going back to the hospital tomorrow. Someone had to help Janine figure out where she was going after the hospital. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he felt bound to be part of that.
During the Doctor's examination, Janine tried to be blase and almost non communicative. Although she did ask why he was examining her legs and back when it was her brain that seemed to be the problem. The Dr. had replied dryly, that he was a "whole patient kind of guy". Janine sighed but let it go.
After the exam he pulled up a chair next to the bed and took Janine's hand. His voice was kind and, somewhat, fatherly.
"Janine, if we are to help you we need information. Please tell me anything you can about who caused all the damage to your body."
Shaking her head, Janine tried for a calm, even tone, but her voice was high and breathless. "This is all consensual, I agreed to it. He had every right to do what you see and more." She was unaware that a tear was sliding down the bridge of her nose. "I was a terrible disappointment and he did his best to educate me. Guess I am not a very good student." She sniffed and her face was despondent.
The doctor sighed heavily, "Janine, I have been around the block more than a few times, I have other patients that are into various areas of BDSM. But this is not acceptable. You have large hematomas and welts that are irritated if not slightly infected. A caring Dom does not leave his sub in this condition. Please let me help you."
Silence filled the room as Janine looked away, confusion and hurt etched on her face. No, what he said couldn't be true.
Pushing back his chair, the doctor rose slowly, "Alright sweetie, I'll give you time to think. In the meantime whi8le you are here we will start you on medication for the blood clots and antibiotics. Let's see if we can't get you in better shape." He smiled, patted her hand and left.
The dam burst and sobs racked Janine's body. Her head ached and she was terribly confused. Surely the doctor was wrong, he just didn't understand. But yet he seemed to clearly be in touch with the lifestyle. Why didn't Paul call or get in touch? Had he really deserted her? Suddenly a thought dawned, Paul couldn't get in touch, he didn't know what had happened. Why he was probably distraught when he returned and she was gone without a note or any kind of communication. Yes, that must be what it was, tomorrow she would get help from someone in tracking Paul down and reconnecting with him. But as that thought was processed she really wasn't as comforted as she thought she would be. Paul was what she wanted....wasn't he?
Monday, December 5, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
While tables, chairs, hotel beds, and sofas are fine for spanking, there is nothing like a spanking bench. The one in the picture was made by Kinky Contractor on fetlife. It belongs to me and the Our Need and Desire group. It is a traveling bench but lives in my apartment (Big Smile) when there is no party. I make sure it doesn't get bored between parties, it is my responsibility after all!
I love the fact that it is not black and red. Not a thing wrong with black and red, but this is so much more "me" and the group. In case you can't tell, the padding is a pink leopard print and the white wood has been decorated by party goers.
Our last party theme was School Daze so many naughty young ladies and one (brave) naughty young man were funished in the party room for inappropriate behavior at school. Yes even my completely angelic self got a taste of the flogger over the bench.
If you have never been on a bench let me describe what it feels like when I have my bare bottom over it.
Keep in mind I am not talking about a punishment situation so no restraints were used, this was party play. First you kneel on the bottom "step". This is your chance to make a few smart ass remarks, bat your eyelashes, and keep the group laughing at your dilemma. The spanker frowns, promises dire punishments for such behavior, and everyone keeps laughing. I will admit at this point I am laughing too.
You are directed to assume the position. So you bend, and lay your body over the top "step". At this point I always get butterflies in my stomach, after all I have my back to the group, and soon very little will be left to the imagination. Spankers always ask quietly ahead of time if you are willing to bare your bottom. I always say yes...I know, what can you do??
So up went my skirt and, slowly, my panties came down. Of course my friend BEN had to point out they said Seat of Education, which got a laugh. There I am, with my bare bottom in the air and a roomful of people watching. Good Grief, how does an angel like me END UP this way?
I got an excellent flogging during which I protested loudly between laughs. It was wonderful.
It does look scary I know but being on the bench can be such an enjoyable experience. The spanker can talk to you, watch your face and body language, and your (ahem) charms are as revealed as your feel comfortable with.
Now there are other times that the bench becomes a more serious piece of equipment, but for now let's leave it out for laughs.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Then he asks, "Any philosophical ruminations on punishment after....". He never gets to finish because the redcap informs me its time to go, the train just pulled in. Suddenly we are rushing to get the bag on the redcap's cart, kissing goodbye, hugging and off I go.
When I board the train and sit (gingerly) there is now time to think about this burning (ok bad pun) question. First of all, I have been part of this relationship for four years, the best years I have ever had in so many ways. This trip is not even close to the first time he has had to punish me. But it is the first time he has been entirely comfortable with my trust level to hold nothing back. And I am here to tell you he did not hold back anything! I should also point out that this is entirely consensual as I gave this right to him quite awhile ago. It also is the first time I have had a huge build up of wrong doing, since I could not be spanked for punishment or any other reason while I was recovering and rehabing from four surgeries.
So my book and I came to NYC as did the butterflies in my stomach. My book, that I am referring to is the one where I am required to write down wrong doing. Since I live so far away, we keep track in writing. His memory is sometimes a bit flaky, and to be honest, so is mine! I had never had so much written down at one time. I am not really into misbehavior and breaking rules as a lifestyle, but the year had been incredibly stressful and I don't handle that kind of stress very gracefully.
Now my trip was not really about "let's punish Valorie for three days". Both my Daddy and his wonderful wife took me out for dinners and to two shows. During the day, when I wasn't staring at the bedspread regretting what I had done, Daddy and I went for long walks, saw a museum, and ate lovely lunches. The weather was beautiful, as though NYC, was agreeing that I had to enjoy my time. But, yes, there were issues to take care of, for both our peace of mind.
Over this four years I have begun to explore what has been there all my life. Spanking is a huge part of it, my first and most prevalent fantasy. I can't remember a time when it was not a part of me. But linked to the spanking was wanting someone to care about me, and to help lookout for my well being. That was not part of my experience as a child or teen. Spanking also took on sexual overtones as I went through puberty, but the wanting and needing to be held accountable was always there. Adding to that mix is submission, which I really had no good handle on until I got involved in spanking. But as with spanking, it has also been with me all my life. Now I am finding ways to act on it but that's another story.
My Daddy totally understands my need, in fact it amazes me sometimes what an absolutely detailed understanding he has. I consider him my Daddy/BigBrother Dominant. He does not make rules frivolously nor does he micromanage, so when he does make a decision that is the law. He decided to deal with the worst offenses in the book first, we had also decided we couldn't do everything during this trip or it really would have been a punishmentfest. I found out during the first spanking that my Daddy had evolved (he now refers to himself as version 2.0).
Prior to this I had always felt as if he was too easy on me but that changed immediately. I have no idea how many times that lexan paddle lifted and fell, I have no idea how many times the bathbrush lifted and fell. But I do know it hurt like hell and I had to fight my own reactions, so I could take it well. (That is very important to me). I was sweating and crying when I finally was able to be cuddled and comforted and told how will I had done. He was very proud of me and I was amazed at how different the intensity had become. My tush wanted to immediately secede from my body and find a different girl, but my heart and mind were rejoicing. It may sound crazy, but this was such a tangible and precious gift of love.
We talked after that spanking and the eight others that followed during those three days (oy). My bottom was bright red most of the time, and it is still pinkish even now. Usually it takes a great deal for my bottom to color and stay colored. There were and are slightly darker tones at the sit spots and slight abrasions on the cheeks. Of course each spanking that came after that first one hurt from before the first smack and, two in particular, literally took my breath away. No warm ups, no rubbing until later, this is punishment. By the end of nine spankings I was a very chastised woman/little girl. And the relationship with my Daddy had deepened in a way I had not realized would be possible. I asked him twice to continue with two that I didn't think I had handled as well as I could have. That is, of course, his decision, but he knows it is important to me and he agreed. So his three lexan paddles, his belt, and that bathbrush tattooed my tush, and taught me many lessons.
It also relieved much of my guilt over the mistakes I had made. My hope is that I won't make the same mistakes again but if I do I know what to expect. A big hug, a hell of a spanking, and then comfort and forgiveness.
No one has ever cared about my well being or my life outcomes as he does. It truly scares him when I engage in stupid actions that threaten my health or safety. And never once, have I ever felt abused or badly treated. No matter the severity, it is as real as the love he offers so generously.
Yes, I have thought a great deal about all this, and I am quite sad that the soreness is now gone. I loved that reminder every time I sat down or bent over to pick something up. It was a reminder that I have now what was a lifelong fantasy but is now reality. His overwhelming need to spank me when I am bad and my overwhelming need to take that spanking and feel the love in every swat.
Thank you Daddy, Thank you Big Brother, thank you for all you do to make my life so much better and happier. There will never be enough words to express it, you are the very best man and I love you.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
As I am preparing to host my eighth spanking party, it occurred to me that I don't see a great deal of advice for new spankers/spankees. While I am aware that many people get a much earlier start in the lifestyle than I did, we are all beginners at some point. For many of us the fantasy was there long before the realization. However, fantasy is just that...fantasy. In reality you are entering into an intimate (even if no sex or sexual contact is involved), emotional, and sometimes scary situation.
So for those of you that have spanked or been spanked many times or even once or twice, what advice would you give to a newbie? What kinds of conversation should be involved, should implements be used immediately, do you start with discipline or play? Any knowledge you can pass on would be much appreciated.
I remember when I was starting out, I soaked up information like a sponge. It was a great help and any mistakes I made were my own.
This has been posted on my fetlife group and my Yahoo group, and I will certainly post the remarks made at the end of the week!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
The dry spell has gone on for almost a year! There are good reasons for this, exactly four of them. After four hip surgeries in six months, spanking is not on the agenda for awhile. Although I did have a good time explaining to my surgeon when I had to ask him when it would be safe to engage in this specific activity. Believe it or not, spanking is not covered in the hip precaution booklet they give you in rehab. I know its unbelievable, but there you are.
I neeeeeedd to be spanked. Oh do I ever have the need. Somehow before I got involved in this lifestyle, when it was all just a lovely fantasy, the need did not nag so cruelly. But, it seems, once you start it is addicting. Stopping cold and going through withdrawal does not work. It only makes it that much more desireable and necessary.
My brain has all its cells on full alert every time I look at a spanking pic, view a video on fetlife, or even read the words! I spend time looking at my implements and sighing. I feel uncentered, and uncomfortable with myself.
Yes, there are some possibilities on the horizon and I only have to wait a month until I go to visit my Big Brother/Daddy for my birthday. But, it would be wonderful if I didn't have to wait another month. Actually in the next five minutes would be great, and yes I need the five minutes to brush my teeth and put on cute panties.
Right now I am planning my group's November spanking party so its in my face, so to speak. A long time over a lap with my backside burning would just be perfect.
Anyone else feel this way?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Spanking parties have become a part of my social scene life. Spanking and impact play was the very first kink I explored (but certainly not the last). It is my most beloved fetish and the one I fantasized about throughout my life. Its no wonder then that it seems to need the bigger than life atmosphere of a party.
For those of you that haven't had the pleasure, a few highlights. You arrive, somewhat breathless, at the party hotel. Breathless? Sure! You ran ahead of the car, flew ahead of the plane, and jogged faster than the train to get to the unique event that would occupy you totally. If you have been to a previous party or participate in groups on fetlife, spankolife, or Yahoo, you probably can't wait to greet friends you haven't seen in awhile and meet new people that you only know online or from phone conversations.
Now let''s stand back and view the scene for a moment. Adults hugging and kissing, shaking hands, smiling, outbursts of laughter, and overheard snatches of conversation. "How are your kids doing", "is your mom feeling better", "did the move go smoothly" and you might think, family reunion. In a way you are right. It feels very much like family, the time seems to melt away and relationships pick up right where they left off.
As soon as you have promised about a million (smile) people a spot on your dance card, you escape to your hotel room to rest and refresh for the marathon is about to begin.
These weekend parties are, indeed, marathon spanking events. In fact I believe carb loading before you arrive might not be a bad idea. You will need every ounce of energy you can muster. There will early morning breakfasts, late late night "appointments", group events and meals, and inbetween all that, many delicious hours of spanking delights. Different positions, implements galore, party room spankings, and private room spankings...it stretches out in front of you in all its tantalizing and delicious delight. If you are a top you can't wait to see the panties come down baring the first bottom to wiggle in anticipation of your attention. If you are a bottom, you are delighting in the knowledge that you will go to bed much much later with a fantastic aching tingle that your hand just can't seem to stop rubbing. And oh if you are a switch, you happily contemplate both.
More tomorrow as we continue vicariously feeling it all. I am quite fortunate, in four weeks it won't be vicarious, I will be in the thick of my next party experience!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The unfortunate reason for being a lurker (tightening the belt of my black trenchcoat) has been illness along with a startling number of depressing events in my life. I am not going into these since they are just that...depressing. However, I do reserve the right to use these for future blog fodder. And while life is not back to any semblance of normal, I love writing and I loved having this blog.
To remind you of who I am and for any first timers that drop by, I use the name Purple Angel and I am a spanko. At this point in my life I have learned, experienced, and evolved into a submissive spanko. I really don't switch anymore unless it is someone with whom I have a continuing connection. It has also become clear to me that I am a bit of a masochist. That was very difficult for me to accept but I have come to understand that it is not a negative concept. And I am very curious, love trying out new experiences.
I enjoy being active in the lifestyle community and I write spanking as well as BDSM stories. You can find many of my golden oldies right here, on Spankful Delight. I host spanking parties in the Chicago area and run a Yahoo group known as Our Need and Desire. If you would like more party info just let me know!
So a fresh start, and I hope you will not be a stranger. I will also make it a priority not to be a stranger on my own blog. What a crazy idea! But if you must lurk and not comment, I do hope you enjoy what you read. After all, bloggers often do this as an appropriate way to seek attention, there is no point in writing if you have no readers. Just my opinion....
Hope you enjoyed my newest unveiling and I look forward to sharing with you i the future!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
My life has taken an interesting turn. I am in a relationship with a very submissive man. I have many choices to make regarding this situation. First of all I am a submissive switch. I have been told that it is confusing but I am not confused at all.
I enjoy giving others what they need, that is part of my submissive nature. So switching has become part of the life I lead. I know its not for everyone but it does work for me. The one gentleman I am seeing is extremely submissive. Now please don't think this means weak or wimpy. Those in the lifestyle know it means no such thing. He is a strong and intelligent man. But he is a submissive. We are going to discuss whether or not we can meet each other's needs and if a relationship is possible.
You might wonder why I am even considering this. I don't like discounting anyone in my life for reasons that might be worked out. If I had done this I would not have many of the friends that I now love. He has been loyal and caring for over a year now, waiting for "his lady" to be ready to give this a try. I believe that even if we don't work it out we will be great friends and that is worth a great deal.
Switching has come to mean more to me than spanking, it embraces power exchange, he understands that as well. It is what he needs in his life, and I need it in mine. The area of D/s is one that hold many definitions. Being a submissive does not equate with slavery in my mind but it does in many others. Is anyone right or wrong? I don't think so, it is a matter or respecting each person's right to define their journey.
I love being spanked, I love having a man that watches out for me in a caring and protective way. But I also have to have my wings to fly. Micro management is not for me. But I am obedient to those that love me and I always will be. Such is the nature of my committment.
So weigh in with your opinion. Do you think switching is just a way of not committing to one specific role? Or is it a way that some of us are wired, to enjoy this amazing lifestyle in all its complexity. I don't think there is one right answer but I would love to hear all kinds of opinions
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
He is a gentle, caring Dom who understands my feelings abut a Domestic Discipline partnership. We have talked, emailed, and yes, we have met. Each meeting draws us closer together, its quite wonderful. Oh and he does understand the absolute need for lots of fun and Just Because spankings. If these components were not there it would certainly be a deal breaker. I could not at this point in my life, consider a vanilla relationship. It would be dishonest and unfair to me and the man involved.
So I will see him next week and (holding my breath) I do believe I will get spanked...yes I said spanked. Oh and how I need that spanking.
If you tune in for the next post or soon thereafter I will share developments in this fantastic turn around in my life that was totally unexpected! Will she get spanked? Will she have that red bottom that seems so unobtainable? Like the lady in the picture, I will most certainly have a big (wicked) grin on my face if my fairytale comes true. Keep your fingers crossed!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The wonderful part of having something horrible happen is finding out how many people truly love and care about you. In fact, if nothing ever happened of much consequence I don't know how to find this out except for intuition. I am going to share some of my story, this is a warning you know. If you aren't interested now is the time to find that other blog you have been meaning to read.
After the first stroke, I lost my housing arrangements. Yes, I was in the hospital and the person I was sharing a house with decided that she did not want me to come back under these circumstances. It was shocking, it was frightening, and ultimately, it was for the best. When you find out that someone you held in high regard as a friend is no longer in your corner, it is time to move on before things get ugly. So when I left the hospital I spent the first two nights in a hotel. This was also scary. I was alone with very poor vision and terrible balance issues. My eating choices were limited since swallowing was also an issue. At that point another friend volunteered to take me in and I gratefully accepted.
Before I go any further I must mention my big brother. Readers of my blog know that I have a big brother in the lifestyle that I am obedient to for life. You can't imagine how much my situation stressed him out. We live quite a distance from each other so between the poor medical care I received initially and my housing situation, he was about to hop a plane. Needless to say he was also very gratetul when my friend stepped forward.
The move was temporary, I had to seek out better medical care since my symptoms were getting worse and my vision was almost no longer functional. The house I went to did not have a separate room for me nor did I have my own bed. This was uncomfortable but not impossible. Many issues arose during my stay there that, unfortunately, have now resolved themselves in a negative way. However, since not everyone that comes into your life is there forever you take the lessons you learn and move past it. They are either there for a reason, a season, or forever. I found out that some people come to teach you things you did not know or understand and then they move on.
After I got into an excellent hospital and received top notch care they sent me to a rehabilitation hospital and the progress continued. Since I still needed a place to stay, my sister wanted me to come and stay with her. This was to be mutually beneficial since my sister and brother in law were struggling and I could help out financially. I don't have much in the way of financial resources but I gave what I could. As I write this I am still at my sister's house but moving in two weeks to stay with a friend as I hunt for apartments. Considering that when I first went into the hospital I could not walk on my own, get up on my own and had to use a wheelchair I am proud to say I am pretty independent these days.
One of the brightest moments of the last few months was the fall party that my Yahoo group hosts. I got lots of email assuming the party was to be cancelled. But I assured one and all that, come hell or high water, that party was on! For purely selfish reasons I needed that party. I had to assure myself I was not only among the living, but back in my spanko community.
The party was a wonderful success and I got spanked, boy did I ever get spanked. The first night I was too tired to do much but by Saturday night I was ready to go! I got spanked and spanked others, what a joy. But my friends the best part was the feeling I got when we all gathered in the social room the first time on Friday night. It was like a family reunion, I felt as though I had come home to people that loved and cared about me. Now don't get me wrong, many were itching to spank me but I was itching to be spanked.
And I got to see, hug, and be spanked by my big brother. When I hugged him the first time, I started crying. I had been so afraid I would never see him again. One of my biggest fears had been that I would have another stroke and die without seeing the people I loved so much.
Now as for the blog, I am going to do my best to post regularly. My group's spring party is coming up in May. It is posted on my Our Need and Desire group, fetlife, and spankolife. I invite one and all to join in the fun. I will post more of the details in the next day or two. But for now my wings are tired and this purple angel is just happy to be back at home.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Life of the Party
My Yahoo group, Our Need and Desire, is hosting its annual Fall party on the weekend of November 20-22,2009. We are delighted to open the option to all of you to attend and have some terrific spanking fun with great people in a very comfortable setting. So here is some information to help you making that decision that this is one party you can't miss!
Flaming Fall Fannies
Party fee is fifty dollars per person if paid by Oct 1st
Party fee is fifty five dollars per person if paid from Oct 1st-31st
Party fee is sixty dollars per person if paid from Nov 1st-Nov13th
The hotel cost is seventy nine dollars per night and our block is open until November 8th
You will get hotel information when I receive your party registration fee.
Your party fee includes:
Friday and Saturday delicious dinners
Party surprises and prizes for games
Snacks, soda, and bottled water throughout the weekend
Use of the social room throughout the weekend
Please contact me if you want a registration form and/or more information. You can reach me by leaving a comment here or using my firstname.lastname@example.org
Our parties are friendly and open to new friends, age and size do not matter. You will have a great time.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Honestly? Never tried it and don't want to. If you can't accomplish the task with the usual implements and techniques, then you're not going to succeed
We have certainly kicked around the idea of using something on the skin to enhance the sensation of a spanking... with Ben Gay being at the top of that list. Thing is, it's not a traditional part of a spanking... so for us, it's really not something that would work in a discipline spanking. With that off the table, the added pain might be a bit too much for something playful.Something we may try one day though!:)Todd & Suzy
Purple,I read about figging and I really wanted to try it. I loved it! I love the burn/stinging sensation and it stops as soon as the root is removed so it is the kind of thing you can try and end it quickly if you find you don't like it.I love to use Ben Gay after a spanking because I love afterburn. I have been afraid to use in on a plug or anything because I was afraid it would be too incense and I wouldn't have a good way to stop it.This site has many people discussing their experiences with figging and with a few other experimental items. It makes an interesting read. http://www.figging.com/
If you want to try something a little more natural have a peppermint bath before your spanking. The recipe is simple crush about 2 handfuls of peppermint leaves, with a mortar and pestle, boil it up in about one and a half liters of water (three pints) and dump the lot, leaves and all, in your bath water (without bubble bath or salts). Peppermint is a natural muscle relaxant and like most of these it makes the skin more sensitive, mildly but noticeably. You end up smelling nice and minty too.Figging is fun but I find it a bit of a challenge sometimes.Prefectdt
Hi Purple AngelA very interesting question. I have read about figging and found the same website that PK speaks about. But I am too chicken to try that just yet. I am still getting used to the sensations/stinging of spankings. Spankedhortic's advice seems very interesting.Take care,Andrades Girl
The figging thing...idk.However, I have been spanked after having baby oil spread on my bottom, hard, with a hairbrush which is intense. I have also been hairbrush spanked on a wet bottom - intense but less so than the baby oil.Incidently, about a blistered bottom,pure aloe vera juice, inexpensive, and availble at Walmart, is the best. For soothing post-spank, ice is good, directly moving a piece around the skin (and tres erotique), but Udder Cream out of the fridge will sooth a lot longer, also from Wally World.Lance
Be sure to give a review if you try the ginger. I'm a bit curious, too, but Hubby said the thought of f'ing me with produce just isn't appealing. I can't complain, though. He keeps me well satisfied with plenty of other ways.
Oh Valorie you are either going to love my response for its candor or you're going to hate it for the same reason, but...here goes.In my opinion, when you start including penetration/insertion into the spanking scenario, you are no longer spanking...you're having sex. This is just my opinion. To me, anything inserted in exit only areas when I'm trying to enjoy my spanking would just detract...might as well just stop and have anal sex. As for finding an ointment or salve that sensatizes the skin for a spanking, I am not a fan of that either. It's like the spanker saying, "Well, my hand (or strap or paddle) isn't good enough to get the job done" or "I'm a sadist and I want it to hurt you as much as possible." I have tried some things in this area and just hated it. I always ended up having to take cold cream and remove whatever it was that was stinging. This is not in any way erotic to me. So my vote is NO on both counts. Sorry, my love, but you know I'm a purist!Love ya!Cigi