Well Spanked Man

Despite both Twilight and I having pretty bad colds, it has been a good past couple of days.

I did get a quick (and unfilmed) maintenance spanking, “Just because”, as my darling wife said. This was a few days ago, and a few days after a particularly severe whipping that we did film with a piece of electrical wire. I was still sore from that session, so the relatively light maintenance spanking hurt quite a bit. The video is being edited at the moment and will be up shortly.

We also got our new HDV camcorder in. Its not one of the fancy uber-thousands-of-dollars models, but is a real step up from the wally-world special hybrid we have been using. I have been playing with it and learning what settings to use, how to handle the special video formats it shoots in and such. Its really exciting. Sales have been slow, but steady, from our clips4sale store, so we are trying to expedite setting up our very own small membership site. We are recovering from our colds and hope to do a shoot or two near the end of the week, as company iscoming in from across the pond. They don’t know about our blog or our spanking lifestyle, so we need to squeeze this thing that we do in between being sick and our visitor.

Excitingly, I was just featured as Editor’s Choice on the Sugasm! That is a very welcome affirmation that this blog is growing well and people like the content.

Here are a couple of frame captures from the upcoming wire whipping video. We believe that a warm up is important before a severe spanking, so Twilight started with her hand. Then she spanked me pretty hard with a plastic dustpan brush. I was supposed to be wiring outlets in the cabin we are building together, and had been procrastinating… for this video, I was caught masturbating to porn on my cell phone (aren’t new internet capable smart phones sweet?). A couple of the welts she left were still visible five days later, interestingly those marks were all on the part of my bottom that wasn’t spanked so much with the brush.

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Yes! I met my deadline and our clips4sale store is indeed up before the end of the month. This is a good thing for my bottom, when Twilight gives a hard spanking… well, she once broke a wooden bathbrush over my blistered butt. It went live only a few hours ago and we have already made a sale!

Btw, if you do the math, you will realize that I was up until after 5 in the morning. I get in trouble for that sometimes and have some video stills to show what happens. In this quick little strapping video I get woken up after gaming until 4 something in the morning playing, as Twilight called it, Land of Lamecraft. A spanking always seems to sting more when I am half asleep, which I really was when we shot this despite two cups of coffee. The implement is a leather slapper from JT’s Stockroom, and it makes a lovely double slapping sound when used in a rapid and no nonsense manner. It is more sting than thud, and is a great warm-up. A good dose on its own makes for a quick and moderate session too.

I still need to edit this down to a bandwidth saving video to share for free, but in the mean time enjoy a few screen caps to celebrate our new store.

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These original spanking pictures come from a shoot we just did, taking both stills and video. I am working on the video, actually I now have several clips to edit. I can’t believe the response to my previous spanking video! This shoot featured an interesting scenario, as I have just purchased a new laptop and spent quite a bit more than I originally asked Twilight for. Of course I would never lie about how much I spent, right? Well the premise of the shoot is that I did lie to her, and boy did I pay!

It starts out as my wife comes in with the receipt in her hand proving that I lied to her about how much the new laptop cost. Time to take my clothes off! Somehow my most severe spankings are usually completely naked, and so it was here. I was bent over the arm of the funky red sofa and she started giving me a strapping as a warm up. Before long Twilight had switched to the holey paddle and was punishing my naughty bum with gusto. This paddle has a particular sting, it is light weight and the smaller size and holes mean that it really flies through the air, landing with a quick and sharp SLAP!

After being soundly paddled, my bottom was red and stinging. But that was only the beginning of my punishment. My lovely wife grabbed me by the ear and led me off to the bathroom sink. I love how that turned out!

I had to stare at myself being spanked in the mirror before she lathered up a big bar of ivory soap and worked it into my mouth. She moved that nasty bar of soap back and forth, getting every bit of my lying mouth well soaped. Then with the bar still stuck into my mouth she paddled me even harder, smirking with satisfaction at how sorry she’s just made me for my lie. I can certainly say having had my mouth washed out with soap was an even more effective form of discipline than receiving a badly blistered bottom. Thankfully I am just well behaved to deserve a repeat of this ordeal in the foreseeable future

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I’ve just noticed that its been a little too long since I blogged some original content. This is not for lack of trying, but rather due to my lack of experience editting video. These are some stills from a mini-shoot Twilight and I did, I am still trying to fix the wacked out color balance on the video… I learned that “auto color balance” is not the correct choice.

The premise of the video, which will be up soon I promise, is that I failed to refill the car tank and my wife missed her knitting night because of it. Of course, what was she to do but take it out on my poor behind? It was a fun shoot and my bottom ended up tender for the rest of the day.

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Continued from Art Show Maintenance Spanking part 1…

Finally, Twilight stopped beating the brush onto my screaming behind. That part was over. Whether it was dozens or hundreds I couldn’t say, just that it had stopped and my bottom was on fire. People always talk about being surprised at how much a spanking hurts, and so far this one had really hurt. Sometimes, during a good blistering, time seems to contract and expand, both at once. It becomes irrelevant, the only real thing the pain of my bottom being whacked over and over in a rhythm which has beat but no tempo.

“Get Up!”, she said sternly, mentally knocking me off balance. I stood and was pushed forward against the dressing bench, then up on top of it. Twilight rubbed my reddened cheeks, her smooth fingers feeling course and scratchy. A quick pinch stung much more than it should have and I winced, knowing it was quickly about to get bad again. SLAP! Burning again, but now across a wide stripe of my ass. This leather strap is heavy with holes at the end, and was advertised as a Canadian Prison Strap. The pain is deeper, but different and with less bite than the brush. But it is a throbbing pain, and I do sometimes cry during a hard strapping with it. Tonight it made me feel plenty repentant without drawing forth tears.

I stammered an apology, “I…. I am…. sorry dearest…”, SLAP! “Ouhhhhhh….. I…. I….. I promise… to be on my… best behavior…. tonight”. Again and again the strap rained down, cracking upon my out-stuck buttocks, striping them over and over with a hot and pulsing pain. The strap came down 20 times, then thirty. Then a pause.

“I am going to give you a dozen more dear, hard. Just to make certain that you really have learned your lesson,” my wife said with a softness of voice that contrasted strangely with the harshness of the strapping. Slap! It hit full across my bottom and I fell from my knees. Slap! I slid further down, unable to hold position. Slap! I lay half upon the bench. Slap! The stroke hit over my right cheek and left thigh. Slap! “Pla … pla … please” Slap! “Please what? Stop? Not yet.” Slap! “ohhhh…. I’m sorry…” Slap! I was kicking now, it burned so bad, it was so hard, I could not take it, no. Slap! I was still taking ut, taking a good licking, which always seems it can’t be endured. Slap! My arms gave out under me. Slap! “Only one more dear, then its all over….”, she said tenderly. Slap! Ohhhh….. ahhhhh, the strapping was over.

I felt weak and trembled a little, endorphins washing the sharpness of the pain like an artist dampening his watercolor. She was moving around, not in a hurry, but with determination. “I need to do my hair and use the bathroom before we leave. You can kneel there and think about how much more sore your rear-end will be if you do embarrass me in front of these people when we are socializing,” she said as she set the strap over my calves. Then she lightly patted the cheeks she had so recently reddened. By the time she was done readying herself, I had regained my composure. We hugged, which we almost always do, and I thanked her. I truly was thankful not only for my spanking, but also for her.

A few days ago we went on a mini-road-trip to a city a few hours away. The Sex Worker Art Show is touring the country and was coming to a city within a reasonable driving distance. Twilight said, “Obviously we need to go!”, and I was certainly not going to argue. So, on very little notice I packed up the car.

While packing I was reminded, “Don’t forget to bring some good spanking implements, I don’t want you thinking you can get away with anything while we are gone.” So, into the luggage went a variety of “toys” including a small wooden bathbrush and the nasty holey leather strap.

The drive down went well, traffic and construction were both unusually good. Unfortunately, Twilight’s mood was rather terse. At one point I snapped back “Well, you were the one who wanted to go out of town on a day’s notice!”. She responded that perhaps I needed an attitude adjustment, then an icy silence fell. She turned on the radio, and the chill lifted as she hummed to the music and pointed out various oddities along the way.

The mood brightened further when we checked into a hotel rather nicer than what we expected. Between packing and the drive we were both quite hungry. We went down to the restaurant for dinner and a drink. At one point my wife asked me to pass the salt, and as I leaned towards her, she whispered into my ear, “I still need to spank you before we go to the show.” I bit my lip, feeling a little anxious that another diner might overhear. “Well, I can’t have you acting up tonight, but I know you’ll behave once I warm your behind good,” she said. I lowered my eyes sheepishly and we went back to eating. I felt even more anxious now, she seemed serious about dishing out out some discipline.

Back in the room, she quickly selected the bathbrush, which she for still calls “the hairbrush” to distinguish it from a larger bathbrush we used to have, before she broke it. She started towards the dressing stool at the end of the bed, then turned back. “I think we’ll be needing this too,” she said as she picked the strap out of the suitcase.

“Come over here and strip from your waist down,” she said, beckoning as she sat down on the bench. Of course I obeyed, but I did ask politely, “What am I being spanked for dearest?”. “You should already know that, I think,” she said, “remember earlier in the car when you snapped at me?” She pulled me over her knees. “But, honey, that was nothing big. Its just been a tense day, we just left sort of spur of the moment,” I mildly protested. This was a bit exciting, it had been days since I’d been given a good spanking, but I also knew this was going to be more than a light and fun scene, and I squirmed a little, nervously across her lap.

Smack! She started spanking me, hard, with her hand. She stared scolding me too, “Well, I can’t have you acting like that at the Sex Worker Art Show tonight! I have friends who will be there, do you think I want you to embarrass me like that if front of them?”. After a too short warm-up she switched to that brush. It is an evil brush, curving down on one side, making it easy to scorch the spot where by bottom meets up with my thighs. And she did, scolding me occasionally and spanking me steadily for several minutes which felt like they would never end.

to be continued…