Bath Brush Envy
I have been feeling sort of "overspankolytical" lately.
I think I have needed some sort of "swoon" muse so to speak......something that would get my spanking mojo moving so that I could refocus my energies on the "enjoying" part of my journey. I guess I have wanted to stop and smell the flowers (bend over and feel the paddle?).
So tonight I was perusing other spanko blogs in search of something swoony, when I stopped by pinkbottomedgirls for a visit. And thats when I saw it. That's when I saw a pic of a bath brush that "bestilled my beating heart".
Oh, what a brush! It made my tummy tingle and my breath quicken....and it gave me a serious case of brush envy. I really want that brush. No, I really *need* that brush. Oh, and that brush can be found at The Vermont Country Store
"Bring me your hairbrush Naughty One."
Those six words make my throat close up and my legs feel like jelly.
There isnt anything else that Professor could say that comes close to illiciting the reaction those words do.
Seriously, those six little words are a show stopper for me. Or heart stopper...take your pick.
The hairbrush. What an evil, wicked little implement. Truly evil. Emotionally, the domestic aspect of a hairbrush makes me tingle. Upended over Professor's knees, the hem of my skirt tucked into my waistband and my panties pooled just above the top edge of my knee socks.....well, the scene is pure rapture if it includes a hairbrush hovering menacingly over my bare bottom.
Emotionality aside, hairbrush spankings hurt. A painful kind of hurt. A make you feel sick to your stomach kind of hurt. I think it is one of the most painful implements I have ever felt.
A hairbrush is like a paddle to some extent, except that it leaves a more focused, almost penetrating "impression". A paddle leaves an intense, thuddy type impression, but its spread over a larger ares. A hairbrush is like that, except that it covers a much smaller area so it is a more intense sensation that is less thuddy and much more burning. A hairbrush spanking burns. It burns like mad.
It doesnt sting like a cane either, but instead it burns in a deep, invasive type of way that leaves me frantically panting and squirming, unable to catch my breath or cope with the ever-growing, burning sensation that seems to be never ending and intensely focused over my entire bottom. It burns. Oh does it burn!
And I really hate that wicked little hairbrush. I really hate it.
But my next session with Professor?
I really hope he begins with those six dreaded words before he puts me over his knee. I hope he begins with those six words and then without further ado, warning or warm up.......he spanks my bottom very fast and hard with that wicked little hairbrush.
I hope he spanks me until I am gasping.......squirming and writhing on his lap, struggling to avoid the hairbrush as he methodically brings it down fast and hard.....one biting spank after another, covering my bottom and even my upper thighs with a sharp, smarting heat until I can't possibly stand it any longer.....
And when I think I can't handle anymore....when I am so sure I can't handle even one minute more.....he continues spanking me anyway......bringing the brush down even harder......because he knows how much I both hate *and* love (and at times, need) that wicked little hairbrush.
Yeah.
I want that bath brush.
And I think I need to be spanked :)
I wonder if Professor worked out while he was on vacation........
I think I have needed some sort of "swoon" muse so to speak......something that would get my spanking mojo moving so that I could refocus my energies on the "enjoying" part of my journey. I guess I have wanted to stop and smell the flowers (bend over and feel the paddle?).
So tonight I was perusing other spanko blogs in search of something swoony, when I stopped by pinkbottomedgirls for a visit. And thats when I saw it. That's when I saw a pic of a bath brush that "bestilled my beating heart".
Oh, what a brush! It made my tummy tingle and my breath quicken....and it gave me a serious case of brush envy. I really want that brush. No, I really *need* that brush. Oh, and that brush can be found at The Vermont Country Store
"Bring me your hairbrush Naughty One."
Those six words make my throat close up and my legs feel like jelly.
There isnt anything else that Professor could say that comes close to illiciting the reaction those words do.
Seriously, those six little words are a show stopper for me. Or heart stopper...take your pick.
The hairbrush. What an evil, wicked little implement. Truly evil. Emotionally, the domestic aspect of a hairbrush makes me tingle. Upended over Professor's knees, the hem of my skirt tucked into my waistband and my panties pooled just above the top edge of my knee socks.....well, the scene is pure rapture if it includes a hairbrush hovering menacingly over my bare bottom.
Emotionality aside, hairbrush spankings hurt. A painful kind of hurt. A make you feel sick to your stomach kind of hurt. I think it is one of the most painful implements I have ever felt.
A hairbrush is like a paddle to some extent, except that it leaves a more focused, almost penetrating "impression". A paddle leaves an intense, thuddy type impression, but its spread over a larger ares. A hairbrush is like that, except that it covers a much smaller area so it is a more intense sensation that is less thuddy and much more burning. A hairbrush spanking burns. It burns like mad.
It doesnt sting like a cane either, but instead it burns in a deep, invasive type of way that leaves me frantically panting and squirming, unable to catch my breath or cope with the ever-growing, burning sensation that seems to be never ending and intensely focused over my entire bottom. It burns. Oh does it burn!
And I really hate that wicked little hairbrush. I really hate it.
But my next session with Professor?
I really hope he begins with those six dreaded words before he puts me over his knee. I hope he begins with those six words and then without further ado, warning or warm up.......he spanks my bottom very fast and hard with that wicked little hairbrush.
I hope he spanks me until I am gasping.......squirming and writhing on his lap, struggling to avoid the hairbrush as he methodically brings it down fast and hard.....one biting spank after another, covering my bottom and even my upper thighs with a sharp, smarting heat until I can't possibly stand it any longer.....
And when I think I can't handle anymore....when I am so sure I can't handle even one minute more.....he continues spanking me anyway......bringing the brush down even harder......because he knows how much I both hate *and* love (and at times, need) that wicked little hairbrush.
Yeah.
I want that bath brush.
And I think I need to be spanked :)
I wonder if Professor worked out while he was on vacation........