Saturday, February 16, 2008
Warm Thoughts On A Cold Day
My darling wife and I have been lucky enough that, during our long relationship, we have pretty regularly found time for spanking. It is rare that a more than a fortnight goes by without finding a way for one of us to redden the bottom of the other. Even when we had young children, we were able to scheme ways to be alone and private. And, of course, having a second house on our property hasn’t hurt either.
That being said, at the beginning of our relationship, when Angela and I first discovered that we were both interested, nay, were frequently craving, a good fire on our backsides, hardly a day went by when we didn’t exchange spankings. There were times when we thought that we were sacrificing our social lives so that we could spend time beating each other’s behinds.
Ah, those were the days.
During the winter, I am more prone to reminisce about those long gone times. That is because, before the offspring came along, we could easily spend a dank, cold weekend locked in the house, in various states of undress, inventing many ways to take paddles, belts, straps, canes, or whatever else was handy to each other. We would invent games, design role-playing scenarios, or just accuse each other of outlandish misbehaviors. The bruises at the end of such a day would be something to behold. Then we would make love and fall asleep buried under piles of blankets and comforters, often on the floor or on the sofa. The next day we would wake up, shower, and start all over again.
We gave good morning spankings. We gave good night spankings. We gave welcome home spankings. We gave spankings to celebrate the beginning of the weekend, and to celebrate the end of the weekend. We would even wake each other up in the middle of the night for a spanking. We were crazy in love, and crazy in love with spanking.
Twenty-five or so years later, we are still crazy. And we still love spanking. However, our endurance is certainly much less. And the opportunities present themselves less often. Now, rather than trying to squeeze as many spankings as possible into an allotment of time, we savor the spanking time that we do have.
And yet, soon Maribel will graduate from college and move out on her own. Colette has expressed interest in going away to college. Before many more years, we will again have the house to ourselves. Will the quantity of spankings increase? Or will we be too old for spanking by then?
But now is not the time to worry about that. There is still the present to be concerned about, and I have a feeling that the present still holds many spankings yet. Indeed, I can feel a spanking coming on soon.
Indeed, I believe that it will be a fantastic spanking.
That being said, at the beginning of our relationship, when Angela and I first discovered that we were both interested, nay, were frequently craving, a good fire on our backsides, hardly a day went by when we didn’t exchange spankings. There were times when we thought that we were sacrificing our social lives so that we could spend time beating each other’s behinds.
Ah, those were the days.
During the winter, I am more prone to reminisce about those long gone times. That is because, before the offspring came along, we could easily spend a dank, cold weekend locked in the house, in various states of undress, inventing many ways to take paddles, belts, straps, canes, or whatever else was handy to each other. We would invent games, design role-playing scenarios, or just accuse each other of outlandish misbehaviors. The bruises at the end of such a day would be something to behold. Then we would make love and fall asleep buried under piles of blankets and comforters, often on the floor or on the sofa. The next day we would wake up, shower, and start all over again.
We gave good morning spankings. We gave good night spankings. We gave welcome home spankings. We gave spankings to celebrate the beginning of the weekend, and to celebrate the end of the weekend. We would even wake each other up in the middle of the night for a spanking. We were crazy in love, and crazy in love with spanking.Twenty-five or so years later, we are still crazy. And we still love spanking. However, our endurance is certainly much less. And the opportunities present themselves less often. Now, rather than trying to squeeze as many spankings as possible into an allotment of time, we savor the spanking time that we do have.
And yet, soon Maribel will graduate from college and move out on her own. Colette has expressed interest in going away to college. Before many more years, we will again have the house to ourselves. Will the quantity of spankings increase? Or will we be too old for spanking by then?
But now is not the time to worry about that. There is still the present to be concerned about, and I have a feeling that the present still holds many spankings yet. Indeed, I can feel a spanking coming on soon.
Indeed, I believe that it will be a fantastic spanking.
