Oh my... you SHOULDN'T have...

Being that today was Valentine's Day and I was getting my Valentine spanking, I dressed up for New Guy, with stockings and red garter belt, and another red dress (I have three of them. Just like LBDs, you can't have too many LRDs, either.) He showed up on at my door, all smiles, bearing a sweet bouquet of white daisies and red carnations.

And a heart-shaped paddle. A wooden heart-shaped paddle. Which he made himself, just for me.

Talk about confusing. On the one hand, I was quite tickled and touched at his efforts on my behalf. But on the other hand, the phrase, "Oh my, you shouldn't have" was quite apropos!

Guaranteed not to break, he crowed. Oh, joy. Wouldn't want that little @#$%er breaking, would we?

So here's the "before" picture, happy me with my flowers and my, er, special gift:

He was hoping he could get a perfect red heart on one of my butt cheeks. But alas, the paddle was too large (or my butt is too small) to get that imprint. He tried his best, though. Oh, did he try. But he settled for overall RED. Big of him. :-)

He used his other old faithful paddle too, and two straps. I was in feisty mode tonight and I couldn't seem to stop giggling or being snide. When he referred to himself as an evil genius, I said he was half-right.

Ouch.

When he stopped, I tried to catch my breath, and he knelt down and smiled into my face. Or was it a smirk? I couldn't tell. I glared back at him, then, very quietly and deliberately, said, "You bastard."

That was good for another round, until I said I was sorry. Then he piled all four implements onto the coffee table, saying he'd leave them within reach in case I needed a refresher later.

After we relaxed and chatted for a while, he left to use the restroom. I immediately whisked the implements off the table and shoved them under the couch.

Hey, I thought it was funny. But my glee was short-lived, as he put me back over the ottoman and fished another weapon of a#$ destruction out of his bag. "Where are they?" he asked.

"They got bored and left!" I hollered.

"You better get 'em back, then," he said, and laid into me with whatever the hell that thing was, until I gave up and crawled over to the couch, retrieving the four hidden toys.

I got ten hard ones with all four, rapidly, no break in between each one. Holy moly.

"You going to hide my implements ever again?" "NO!" "I guess that wasn't the best idea, huh?"

Guess not.

OK, so I sorta kinda maybe asked for that. But really. Tops can be so damned mean, giving us consequences for our actions. Humpph.

I did get some sweet aftercare with lotion and snuggles, though.

And remember the "before" picture? Usually when you see a "before" picture, you know an "after" picture is coming, right?

Here ya go.

Did I have a happy Valentine's Day? You be the judge. :-)