What We Love About Spanking and a New Question

Last week I asked everyone what they loved about spanking. Before I post those responses I wanted to post my own.

I love the connection I feel with the person spanking me. If it is not for correction, I love the head space I find myself in. The growing sting and tingle excite me and stimulate my entire body. I often get chills as the spanking continues. And, oh, that physical connection between bare bottom and bare hand when my wonderful GC is spanking me is so amazing.

As for correction I so need the cleansing feeling after I have been spanked for whatever I have done wrong. It is actually a strong physical need, just as the need for other types of spanking are needed.

Now as for the other ideas......

These are the comments from last week’s question of the week. The question was; What is it you love about spanking?

Dave’s comment
I was fortunate enough today to spank two women, one for the first time. What made it enjoyable for both of us is we talked about mutual respect and boundaries. This alleviates some of the trepidation bottoms have with a new top. I talked with her during her spanking to keep her at ease and become enveloped by the experience.It is very important for both people to have an understanding of each others expectations from a spanking session. By communicating at the beginning it made it a terrific experience for both of us.

Paul’s comment
Purple, for me spanking a willing woman is highly erotic.The more it turns her on the more pleasure I get.Warm hugs,Paul.

Purple Angel’s comment
I appreciated the genuine pleasure you both get from spanking women in a way that is meaningful and exciting. I totally agree with Dave’s comments on communication. I also could relate to Paul since I am a switch and spanking is also a very erotic activity for me and my SO.

Spankedhortic’s comment
3 things.1/ The adrenalin/endorphin high2/ Playing - getting away from the usual round of everyday, life doing something surreal 3/ Building a trust bond between the lady concerned and myself

Hermione’s comment
I definitely like the pain. Well, maybe 'need' is a better way to put it. And I think there is an endorphin rush that I want, otherwise why would I really crave a spanking if a week goes by without one?I also enjoy the closeness that we experience for at least 2 days afterward.Hugs,Hermione

Caryagal’s comment
I love the release of control. The closeness I feel afterwards, and the caring and attention I've gotten. I like the release it provides from stress. Carye :-)
ab’s comment
I myself like the build up. Start with a warm up and built so I'mpushing my butt up to meet the spanks and the excitement of the smackand what it does to my stomach.

Joe’s comment
The personal touch, the attention, and sensation of a woman's hand onmy bare bottom. Maybe it's all the same. When I top I just love to seea bottom wobble and turn those beautiful colors of red.Spank those bottoms to and fro make them wobble watch them glow Ialways say.

Fw comment
being a visual male, is there any other kind? I love the visual ass pect. The beauty of the female bottom is unequalled in all the world. It is shaped like a heart and is the cradle of all civilization. Sometimes it is difficult to not just sit and admire the "scene'" and administer spanks at the same time, but the jiggling affect makes up for the need to participate.

Thanks to all who responded this past week. The question for next week is:

When did you become aware of your need or desire to spank and/or be spanked? And when did you finally act on that need?

Wow!

Sorry I am so late in blogging. I had a terrific weekend with GC in Chicago. I had the chance to introduce him to my brother, sister, nieces and nephew at a party my brother and Marie, his SO had at their home for Marie's birthday. It was a wonderful afternoon and GC seemed to like everyone although I think his favorite was JJ, Marie's dog.

This trip was quite different in that we didn't have a hectic schedule of go here and be there. It was simply the cook out at my brother's and the rest of the time was ours. We ate in a really wonderful Italian restaurant in Evanston and had so much time to walk and talk together. On Sunday we went to the Morton Arboretum just south of Chicago. It was a sunny, blue sky day, not too hot or humid. It was gorgeous there and we walked through garden and forest areas, just the two of us...well of course there were other people present but I really wasn't paying attention. I must tell you that this would have been the greatest place for an outdoor spanking except for all the other people. That made it quite difficult, actually impossible. But one of these days.....

Ok so what does this have to do with the tshirt at the beginning of the post? Well, my birthday had been the week before and I was promised a wonderful birthday spanking. Oh my that was certainly an understatement. GC decided many of my toys should have the honor of joining in the festivities. So he began with his hand which I always love. He gave me 57 spanks plus one for good luck and one to grow on. Considering the implication I really needed one to shrink on.

But that was just the beginning. Of course I had to be spanked with my purple paddle. Why it would have been awful to leave out my very favorite. So once again 59 really solid spanks on my already tingling bottom. Now lest you think he is not the sensual and lovely man that he is I must add that each spanking was finished with caresses and rubbing that nearly drove me out of my mind(in the best possible way).

By now I was beginning to zone out and I do know my leather strap, his birthday gift to me was used next. Oh I do love leather, somehow it has a feel and a rhythm all its own. I was now doing a lot of oohing and aahing and an occasional yelp. And I do know at some point my hairbrush got its turn as well as my lexan paddle. Yes, 59 with all of them. I ask you, can that man birthday spank or what? The final spanking was the same as the first, his very warm hand on my extremly warm tush.

He used the flogger to caress my very bright bottom and also the bristle side of the brush. By this point I felt like a lump of silly putty. And I just remember wanting to stay there forever. It was amazing. My bottom had been treated to such a variety of sensations that I am surprised the endorphins weren't running out of my ears.

Of course I got other spankings and gave other spankings over the weekend but that birthday spanking won't soon be forgotten. I can hardly wait to turn 58!

Question of the Week

I would like to try posting a question of the week for those that read my blog. First of all I really appreciate the many people who take time to comment and also those that have let me know by email or in person that they enjoy Spankful Delight.

So my first question is a simple one. What is it you love about spanking? This can be answered by anyone who participates. Is it the endorphin rush, the sensual sting, the exchange of control or is it something else entirely. Where spanking is concerned what makes the bells ring and the whistles blow for you?

Please feel free to post your comment or email me and I will put together a synopsis to post later this week. At that time I will probably add my own two cents as well.

Brotherly Love

I had an absolutely delightful visit with my big brother. No, sadly, that is not a picture of me but it certainly is indicative of the spirit in which I got spanked.

The good news was that I had no wrong decisions to "pay up" for, therefore any spanking would be done in a spirit of play. The only bad news was that I was still recovering from the problems I had with my leg during the Chicago party. However, that did not stop us from having a wonderful time. I felt very pampered, he even went out to buy frozen custard so we could have it at my apartment since I was not up to the walk. Actually I think he may have been self motivated to do that since he loves the stuff!

I can hear you all moaning, poor girl no spanking. Oh you are so wrong. It was my leg that hurt, not my bottom. I did get several really nice spankings but one was a bit unusual. As the spanking began my big brother began talking to me about how he had found out I had been cutting classes at school (I don't go to school, see where this is going?). He asked if it were true I had been doing so, and was I a naughty girl?

Of course I got the picture very quickly and behaved as a rebellious 18 year old might do. I informed him I was too old to be spanked and none of my friends got spanked. Besides that the class was BORING.

His response was to give me quite a lecture while I lay over pillows on my bed, with my very bare bottom in the air. I was both paddled and strapped, I can't begin to tell you how many spanks I received but it was one heck of a spanking.

Since it was for play, my admission of guilt and pleading for forgiveness was as real as the fact that I am 18. Of course, I promised never to cut class again and he promised that it didn't matter how old I was or if my friends got spanked. He assured me that I would be spanked anytime I misbehaved. And then I got lovely aftercare which included big hugs and my stating over and over it would never happen again.

What great fun spanking can be when you have done nothing to be sorry for. I do love all types of spankings, its true. I especially love when GC's hand is the one creating all the commotion but my big brother loves spanking a bare bottom as much as any bare bottom appreciates that stinging attention.

So I got a naughty schoolgirl spanking and frozen custard as well. Wonder how many classes I will have cut by the time I see him again. Oh and I wonder how he would take it if his little sister was caught smoking on school property? (No I don't smoke and its a good thing, that spanking would not be any kind of role or other play!)

Visits Coming and Going

My brother just left from his second visit and I am on my way to visit a friend I have not seen in a year. We have been friends for 35 years. She is vanilla but she was also the first person I told when I decided to allow myself to explore this part of my life. I can't wait to see her.

I am sorry I haven't posted as regularly but I am working long hours to try and shore up my finances.

I will post about my brother's visit in the next few days.

I would also like to let you know that my Yahoo group, Our Need and Desire is having another party in November. I have a link to the group on this page if you are interested in joining.

I also apologize for the sudden disappearance of the pictures in many of my blogs. Flickr decided to delete my account without warning. I will be editing the blogs that contained pictures from Flickr and putting the pictures back. My advice is to not use them as an image hosting site.

Hugs,
Purple Angel

I'll Cry if I Want To

Yes I went to the Crimson Moon party this past weekend with my adorable GC. We arrived on Thursday afternoon since the party began Thursday night and continued until Sunday.

Thursday was terrific. I picked up my friends Carol and Cheryl and we drove up to Chicago(only got off track once, pretty good for my directionally challenged brain). Even the ride up there was a lot of laughs.

When we got to the hotel GC came down to help with the luggage and it was wonderful to have my arms around him after being separated for five weeks. After I unpacked and put myself back together we went out for dinner. After dinner there were lots of people arriving and I had the chance to talk with friends I hadn't seen in awhile. Everything was fantastic.

Since GC reserves first and last spankings of the day at parties, we went back to the room and I was once again reminded of one of the many reasons I adore him. Once he had put some color in my cheeks we both went socializing. I was asked to play by a friend I have played with at every CM party. He is a switch so we both had a great time. I know I have mentioned it before but the massage table he and his wife bring to parties is a great surface to lie on when being spanked. When both of us had enjoyed a number of toys and were glowing a gorgeous shade of bright pink, we rejoined the folks laughing and talking in the hallway. It was getting close to 1 am so I headed back to the room and my wonderful man.

We had some delightful spanking fun as well as other kinds of fun and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

The next day we decided to go to the Art Institute for part of the day. Its not that we don't love spanking, it just seems strange to be in a wonderful city and never leave the hotel. So off we went for a chance to look at magnificent artwork(no spanking pictures though) and to eat ice cream, which is one of my favorite pastimes.

At about 4 we headed back to the hotel to shower and change for the evening fun. As I was changing I noticed my leg was starting to hurt. This isn't terribly unusual so I just took some Tylenol. However, it continued getting worse. I did my best and limped down the hallway where everyone was gathered waiting for dinner to begin. I talked with many friends but didn't feel much like eating, the throbbing in my right leg was really getting serious. Several of the guys asked me to play but I had to tell them no and I explained that I needed to wait for my leg to improve.

It didn't improve and I ended up asking GC to help me get down to our room since I really couldn't walk alone anymore. And that room is where I stayed until Sunday when it was time to go home. Now it isn't a horrible fate to be in a comfy air conditioned hotel room watching cable TV and reading. But when everyone else is giving and getting spankings it just makes you want to cry. Sort of like the oldie Its My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To.


However, I could not have asked for more care and concern than I got from GC. I really do believe he was back in the room to check on my every 20 minutes. He went out and bought a cane(the walking kind) and refilled my prescription for muscle relaxant. I was served my meals in bed and got lots of hugging and reassurance. The biggest concern was whether I could drive home from Chicago since the rental car was in my name and I was the only one allowed to drive it.

I must tell you the best part though. My birthday comes up this month. Unbeknownst to me GC had contacted Ian of London Tanners (they make fabulous implements)and had planned to present me with one of my birthday gifts at the Vendor's Fair. He was going to be trying out the implements at the London Tanner's table and when I said I liked the one that was eventually mine, he was going to surprise me with it right there. Can you believe how sweet the man is? In any case, he had to alter his plans and bring it up to the hotel room. It was quite a surprise, a beautiful burgandy leather strap. We did test drive it on Sunday morning when I was starting to feel a bit better. It is a great implement.

Well, all things must come to an end whether we want them to or not. It certainly was not the party experience I hoped for but I had quality time with the one person I wanted to be with more than anyone else so I have no complaints. We had time to talk, laugh, spank, love and just hold each other.

I did make it home but by the time I dropped off my friends the pain was much worse and it was very hard to work the brake. And I am still not quite back on my feet yet. My big brother is coming to visit tomorrow and, for once, I am not in trouble for anything (see, miracles are possible) so I know I will enjoy his visit.

But I miss the man in my life. I missed him as soon as we pulled away from the hotel to start down to central Illinois. Fortunately I only have to wait until Aug. 22 to see him.

Yes, I certainly did and will cry if I want to, although as long as GC is in my life, there does not seem to be much reason to cry.