Spankings in the outdoors

I have always had a fantasy of being spanked outside while hiking. I got to do that once while we were hiking. He brought along a pocket paddle. This is a small paddle that conveniently can fit in a back or front pocket. When we found a larger rock just off the path and no one else was around I was told to drop my shorts and bend over. I then got paddled right there. It was more thrilling and embarrassing because it was a well used trail and I didn't know if someone was going to come up and see me in this position.

The fact that no one came by while the spanking was going ion didn't lessen the feeling of embarrassment. A couple did come by shortly afterwards and I had to wonder if they heard what was going on. I'm sure my face was red at the time. I hope to be able to do it again though.

Migrating Implements

Ok what can I say..for some reason implements keep migrating from the nightstand drawer or the playroom into plain site. I just can't help myself, when they are in the drawer they don't get used as often as when they are around the house in plain sight. I can't say I like having the implements used on me that find themselves migrating out of the drawer or up from the playroom, but there is a strange need that compels me to move them where they will be used.

He asks me why I do it and I can't give him a satisfactory answer, it's usually "I don't know". That doesn't usually bode well for what happens next, as they are usually then used with fervor, for the "I don't know". I tend to put paddles, hairbrushes and canes out. There must be a part of me that needs that more forceful psychological feel, that wood brings with it. It just has a more domestic feel to it for me. A strap does too but not quite the same. Leather is more forgiving, although it can be just as painful..take for example the ruler strap or the viper tongue taws.... can you say ouch.

The spankings that follow this implement migration are usually painful in a very stingy my bottom feels like it is on fire sort of way. Afterward though I am always wearing a smile, along with that feeling of contentment that comes from having someone who cares about you give you what you need, even when during the actual spanking you are thinking "why on earth did I put this out again?" I really don't forget what it feels like, that is the part that gives me butterfly's and sometimes makes me put it away again before it gets found. It is a test of wills. Can I leave it out and deal with what comes or will I put it away and be disappointed that I didn't get the spanking I needed?