Partner 1 and I recently took a trip to visit my mother for her birthday. Because we were in my parents’ house, we didn’t feel like it would be a good idea to indulge in sexytimes, and especially not in spankytimes. 

So, of course, the night we got back, we remedied both of those things. 

I’ve talked in the past about how I don’t feel the need to always spank as hard as I possibly can anymore, and how warm-ups are important. They’re not just important for the bottom, though. 

I spanked Partner 1 after I took a shower. I put some lotion on my hands because they had been a little dry during the long drive home, and it made the spanks sting my hands a lot more than they normally would. Those initial spanks were fairly light. Maybe edging toward moderate, I guess. But once she was suitably warmed up (she doesn’t usually need a ton of warm-up if we’re just playing at home before bed) I decided she needed a hard spanking. 

So I gave her one. With my hand. Which hurt. 

I didn’t keep track of how many spanks she got, but I would say it’s upwards of 200. I tend to spank in sets divisible by four. As I went on, I spanked harder and harder, until my shoulder was aching and my hand was on fire. It’s the cost of doing business when you spank someone hard and you don’t have hands that do hard work all day. I sit in front of a desk; my hands do not have callouses and the only impacts they receive are the occasional high-five and, of course, spanking. 

Eventually I had to switch to the wooden spoon for a few good swats, but by then my hand was red and swollen, and the spot in the webbing between my thumb and forefinger was raw and white. It actually hurt to close my hand into a fist. The swelling was gone in about an hour, but it was still a surprise. I can go an entire spanking party without my hand getting to that state, but one good spanking, not properly warmed-up, can get me there. 

I guess I needed more of a warm-up. Oh well. Worth it.