The "C-Spot"

Fellow bottoms, you know how, in the throes of a spanking session, there is a certain swat or series of swats that causes the perfect harmony of sensations, that reverberates all through your core and sends all the right signals, just the right blend of pain and pleasure, zinging to your brain? Steve can always tell when I've gotten one or more of those, because I let out a really guttural, semi-orgasmic groan.

"Ooooh," he said yesterday when that happened. "Did I hit your c-spot?" I roused enough out of my stupor to mutter, "Wha...?" "Your 'cheek-spot,'" he replied. Cute.  

Well, he hit that all over the place yesterday. Damn, what a great scene. Exactly what I needed, after reading all the post-Crimson Moon comments and looking at picture after adorable picture. Dammit... end of this month, it's my turn for party time!

Anyway, yesterday I got my just deserts and dessert as well. Steve showed up with cake, a lovely big chunk of triple chocolate cake from the nearby bakery, for our 2nd anniversary, which we hadn't gotten around to officially celebrating yet. But the sweets had to wait until later.

In order to commemorate our two years, Steve felt it was necessary to drag out nearly every damn implement I own and make a presentation of it:

He didn't use all of those (particularly not the thicker wooden cane, since I threw it into the corner of the room). But he used quite a few.

As you can see, I wasn't taking him too seriously at first (what's up with that face??):

But shortly thereafter, it began to sink in that he had the upper hand.

By the time he was done, I had about half the bedspread scrunched up into my fists. I was pleading with him, "no more, no more," all the while hunkering down for more. He pushed, just enough. 

It took me a long time to calm down afterward. I shook and twitched and panted, and it felt like stinging sparks were shooting off my bottom. Then, the peace and nothing-ness settled in, enveloping me, as he held me close. I actually dozed off for a bit. That never happens. But that's how relaxed I was.

Lovely.

And then there was cake! :-D  Chocolate cake, chocolate mousse filling, and chocolate icing, with glazed berries on top (a perfect strawberry, raspberry and blackberry). Couldn't have been more perfect.

Last night, instead of setting my alarm, I decided what the hell, work is finished for the moment, I'd just sleep until I wake up naturally. I went to bed around 1:30, and was shocked when I opened my eyes and it was 10 minutes to noon! I guess I was truly wiped out.

Steve told me that when he picked up the cake, there was a sweet, middle-aged woman behind the counter, who smiled at him and asked if this was a special occasion.

"Yes, anniversary," he replied.

"How nice!" she beamed. "How many years have you been married?"

And that fool answered, "Oh, we're not married. We're spanking partners."

I said, "You didn't. You did not. You're yanking my chain." But he insisted that he did. And then she said, "Oh, that's ni... huh?" Her face looked thoroughly confused. He then took his cake and left, wishing her a nice day. Oh my GOD.

I told John about this last night. His comment, "Good for Steve. Tell him next time to say that when you're there with him." 

Men. Buncha buttheads, every last one of 'em. But I do love mine. :-)