Bend me over like Beckham

My worries of last week were certainly for naught. My spanking mojo came back and then some. I mean, you'd think after going for four months without a proper spanking (not to mention the fact that the top of my right butt is in constant pain) I'd need to ease back into it. That my pain threshold would have dropped considerably. But oh no. It's like I can't get enough.

A. found himself opening my junk/tool drawer for apparently the first time yesterday. And he laid eyes on those defunct USB cords thinking the same thing I did. Before I knew it, he was fishing around the drawer for cords he could cut up (weed does funny things to him -- he'll become obsessed with a project to the complete disregard of anything else) and ended up with a flogger and a loopy toy.


As he made the toys, we discussed and derided the announcement of David Beckham's $250 million deal with the LA Galaxy (or rather, AEG and Addidas and, um, well, we still can't figure out how the whole thing is working out). Mused about whether the entire MLS was even worth $250 million. Tutted about how Beckham couldn't just retire with whatever (little) dignity he had left after his tearful press conference following England's dismal performance in the World Cup. Rather he was slinking off to America where, as one writer put it, he was "like an old dog looking for a quiet place to die." Except that the shallow world of Hollywood is hardly quiet, though is perhaps a suitable place for a pretty boy with little remaining football talent. Sure, in the short-term Beckham is supposed to make soccer the new "in" thing and raise its popularity in the US. In the long-term, however, the Beckham Rule may well bankrupt the MLS, a fate that befell its predecessor, the NASL.

It's funny because A. was wondering on Thursday if Beckham's move was even going to be reported on the news here in the US. Now he's not only annoyed that the omnipresent, nasally-voiced washout has followed him across the Pond, but will also, on top of it all, make a shit load of money.

Perhaps it was time to add Becks to the whipping girl list.

"I'm going to bend you over like Beckham and fuck you up the ass like Posh does to him," A teased. "I'm going to make you cry harder than a substituted overrated has-been who's just realized he's never going to win the World Cup."

Mmm yeah. That squirmy feeling was so back.

In the end we couldn't think of an appropriate physical punishment for Beckham (tying him up and making him read all the newspaper accounts about what a loser he is seemed far more apt). But we did have a flogger and loopy toy to test out, as well as a new ping pong paddle. It was time to take my pajama bottoms down and lay me on the bed with my nekkid ass well and truly exposed.

He began with a nice warm-up hand spanking (though damn is his hand hard!). Then he used the ping pong paddle. It definitely stung but wasn't as bad as I had it built up in my head it would be. The same can be said of the loopy toy. In fact, it had that same sensation as a belt has: it stung when it first hit my skin but instantly turned into a pleasurable sensation. The flogger, on the other hand, hurt like a mofo. The ends of it bit into my skin with the slightest stroke. Well, not literally. In fact, for someone on anti-coagulants, I remained remarkably unmarked.

You'd think I'd have had my fill at that point. But oh no. I then mentioned that I hadn't had the cane in some time, so there were some cane strokes involved. However, my ass was numb by that point so I didn't really feel much of that except for the odd stroke on my thigh. I also suggested the strap. "You're a little pain slut today," A. stated with a grin. I giggled and smiled and awaited the strap. It was heavier than I remembered it, but still had that nice sting. There was also a bit of the wooden spatula somewhere in there, but, you know, there are parts of this spanking (as with most spankings) that are rather a blur looking back on it.

Finally A. needed to take a smoke break. I put my PJ bottoms back up and climbed into bed to take a nap. Yet being the insatiable pain slut that I was, I still wanted more. I was also a bit, um, well, very...er...juicy and thought that attending to that might earn me yet another spanking. It didn't, but I did get some delightful assistance in attending to that when A. returned.

::wide, happy grin::

And I did finally manage to take my nap. You know. Eventually. ;)