I think I am just going to blurt out the topic of this post and then follow up with my little story. Although I have run across it in books occasionally, it is not something that has been discussed all that much in the blogs I follow. So it really makes me feel a little embarrassed to actually confess, but there are times I really find I am curious to look in the mirror after a spanking.
Could not help but notice
that the highlighted word above
could easily be pronounced,
"I'm bare assed."
Also, what happens when you get embarrassed?
Your cheeks turn red!
Coincidence? Mmmm......not sure.
There, I said it. It is not like I run to the mirror after every spanking, but especially if I visit the toilet or am getting in the shower within a given period of time, I can't help but turn and take a peek. There is just something fascinating about it to me. It is the same fascination that makes me enjoy a photo that someone puts up on a post or causes me to smile and pause over Minelle's beautiful drawings. There is simply something powerfully wonderful about a just spanked bottom. I am fervently hoping that some of you out there will admit to the same feelings so I do not worry I have shared too much.
|Thank You Minelle. This is Exquisite !|
There is actually a short tale that prompted me to think about writing this post. I just had to get the hard part out of the way first. Also, since the title of this post is likely to make you think of the story of Snow White, there is a connection to when your man turns your snow white ass to a pretty pink or red. Just makes me smile. I can't help it.
On Friday nights, Sam and I like to get the cleaning out of the way "pronto" so that our whole weekend stretches out before us with all the more unpleasant menial tasks completed. We split the load and work quickly so that we can start enjoying our Friday evening. Sam does the vacuuming, and I clean the bathrooms. I was in the master bath area working on the mirrors, sink, and such when I heard Sam emptying the wastebaskets. When he came up behind me, I was expecting him to grab the little silver bin next to the cabinet, but instead he grabbed ME from behind.
"Hey, you, I have a bone to pick with you," he said.
I could see his face in the mirror in front of us, and there was a big smile. His voice was happy, too. Whatever was going to happen was going to be fun stuff!
"What bone," I asked. Sorry again, but my thoughts immediately go south to the crotch area, and I wonder if we are discussing a bone or a boner. This is a brutally honest post.
"You forgot my coffee this morning," Sam teased.
I do get up earlier than my husband at least 364 days a year, and I like to spoil him by having everything ready when he stumbles out of bed. But once in a while, I forget. He likes to tell me that he considers that having the coffee ready to pour is a wifely duty now. Actually I think it is just an excuse for him to spank for fun. Not that he ever should worry about a fun spanking. I certainly have never said "Not now, Honey. I have a headache."
|LIKE NEVER HAVE I SAID THIS !!|
So amid lots of touching and petting, Sam gets my jeans and panties down to the knee area and takes off on my bum. Remember, we are still right in front of a huge bathroom mirror. Even though we are talking a hand spanking here, Sam has mastered this variety of assault in the last year. And on top of his hand connecting, he seemed to be landing each stroke with infallible accuracy. There was laughter as well as squeaky little screams.
"I like this mirror thing," he laughed. "My aim is incredible! Besides your bottom looks so pretty in pink."
Well, he was enjoying the mirror, and I did not want to miss the show. Think of it! Have you ever had a spanking you could watch? Fairly easily I could turn enough to look over my shoulder. And, yes, indeed, my cheeks were a very happy pink and heading quickly to red. Of course, I was still giggling.
Soon he let go and pulled me up for a kiss. His hands were still on my bottom, and I felt thoroughly spanked and blushing.
With one last whack, Sam turned and left me saying,
"Back to work, woman!"
So you can see why I couldn't help but revel at my glowing backside in the glass. I will tell you honestly that I certainly took my time getting those jeans back up. Finally, it seemed that I should probably finish the task at hand. But there was no sad sigh as I picked up the cleaning rag. When is the last time you were scrubbing the toilet with a huge smile on your face?
|I Know Why She is Smiling.|
The old Brothers Grimm story was actually titled "Snow White and Rose Red." Maybe there was a subplot there that I missed. However the modern version of Snow White has her busily cleaning the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs. Can you imagine what the toilet would look like with 7 little men peeing?!
All I know is that my Prince Charming
is a great spanker as well as a great kisser.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Who's the Luckiest Wife of All?
That would be Me!
And Ella lived Happily Ever After.