Post birthday spanking pic
This one’s for Secret Spanko, who observed that I was too busy having fun with my birthday spanking to actually take a picture of it. So here’s the next best thing: a photo from a day later!
After a nice long hand spanking, Steve’s final smack was a shocker — a single slap to my right upper thigh. I guess it was “one to grown on,” or something… it was just one strike, but it made me screech his name nonetheless. Naturally, it marked! So here I am on the following night — notice that my bottom is absolutely pristine, no sign of the previous day’s activity. My thigh, however, is a different story.
And in this week’s spanking startle: Yesterday, I was walking out of the locker room at the gym, and I distinctly heard the sound of rhythmic slapping. Naturally, my ears perked up, and my mind conjured up visions of strict personal trainers with slacker clients. I went down the hall, the slap-slap-slap sound getting louder, and then I saw it…
A guy was jumping rope, and that sound was the rope hitting the mat.
Have a great weekend, y’all.