I’m sore. Jeans were a bad choice today.
Although I am now alone in the house, I close the bathroom door behind me. With a snap of a button and a push of a zipper, I release the heat confined within my pants and regard the mirror behind me.
I attentively lift the right cheek and then the left. The evidence is there. My bottom looks like an unfinished Easter egg — the lower portion dipped in pink with the upper remaining shell white. I’m not looking at my face, but feel my lips betray satisfaction.
The soft pajama pants are still on the towel rack from when he ordered them “off!”, in that way of his. I consider the relief of the soft cotton against my spanked cheeks, consider trading my unforgiving denim for it.
I’ll stick with jeans, feeling chaffed and hot for the remainder of the day.
Then I do something I cannot understand: with my chin tucked against my shoulder, my eyes on the mirror, my hand descends in rapid smacks. Swat, swat, swat…and swat, while watching my pink cheeks react. I giggle at their rehearsal and imagine him in the clapping audience.
Wincing my way back into my jeans, I give myself one last contented pat, sore but smiling.
Although I am now alone in the house, I close the bathroom door behind me. With a snap of a button and a push of a zipper, I release the heat confined within my pants and regard the mirror behind me.
I attentively lift the right cheek and then the left. The evidence is there. My bottom looks like an unfinished Easter egg — the lower portion dipped in pink with the upper remaining shell white. I’m not looking at my face, but feel my lips betray satisfaction.The soft pajama pants are still on the towel rack from when he ordered them “off!”, in that way of his. I consider the relief of the soft cotton against my spanked cheeks, consider trading my unforgiving denim for it.
I’ll stick with jeans, feeling chaffed and hot for the remainder of the day.
Then I do something I cannot understand: with my chin tucked against my shoulder, my eyes on the mirror, my hand descends in rapid smacks. Swat, swat, swat…and swat, while watching my pink cheeks react. I giggle at their rehearsal and imagine him in the clapping audience.
Wincing my way back into my jeans, I give myself one last contented pat, sore but smiling.
The Pink Report 
What is the sound of of one hand clapping?
Arrgh sorry sometimes I just can’t help it. I do appreciate the somewhat smug satisfaction of a nicely sore behind, good for you!
Hugs
Emanuele
I thought of that age-old spanking joke, too, Emanuele. I figured it would trigger at least one comment. 🙂
Smug is a good word — until the next round.
Hugs back,
Pink
You brave, brave girl. I am feeling that soreness as well, and no jeans for me. Or any pants. Just sitting here gingerly in my underwear. Smiling blissfully. With ya, sister.
I cannot wait to read about your recent exploits! I’m at work and all blogs are blocked. Even the innocent ones, not that I read those.
Up with soreness! We’re the Sisterhood of the Sore.
Less coffee, Pink.
When I think of spanking, I’m usually imagining characters and plots and emotions, but then there are the sensual, tangible, visible aspects, as well. I think your post should be required reading for anyone wanting to understand why spanking turns us on. XO
Yes, it’s about these quiet, private moments, too. Much of spanking occurs in our heads, before and after. I can’t think of anything else that would inspire me to go to the bathroom to steal a glance at my body, feeling so sexy and cared for.
Hugs to you, and thanks for your awesome comment.
Memo to Pink:
In light of this confessed proclivity to swat yourself,all future spankings, paddling, caning, etc will begin in earnest. You are now responsible for your own warm up.
I object!
Consider this the “cool down” not the warm up, please. 🙂
Wow! Love the description in this Pink! I bet you’ll get Chrossed for this post for sure.
🙂
Thanks, Jon…but don’t jinx me!
‘Sore but smiling’ mmmm, perfect Pink.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
I know you know what I’m talking about, Ronnie. 😉
Hey, that movie is out now with “The Mighty Sore!”
What? “Thor?” Huh. The other one woulda been better, especially starring (STARRING!) Pink!
It’s posts like this that make the Interwebs worthwhile, thanks!
“The sweet but sassy imp Pink is cast out of the fantastic realm of Assguard and sent to live amongst Tops on Earth, where she soon becomes one of their most enthusiastic spankees.”
I like it!
And thank you, Dave. Coming from a fine contributor like you, it means a lot.
Mmm, great post, Pink! That irresistible curiosity to check after a spanking, the feeling within that comes from checking the with out.
“…the feeling within…from checking the with out.”
It’s more than just a reminder isn’t it? Checking out the results seems like you’re surveying a wide world of possibility. I always sneak a peek. Or two, or ten.
😳 Pink, you are making me blush!
I’ll take that as a confession. 😛
Pink, I check when I can, but sometimes BBH has a tendency to put me to bed straight after a spanking and normally the morning after results aren’t quite the same.
Oh…being put to bed after a sound spanking has its own, tingle-worthy rewards. Mmmm.
Pink, glad you had some Easter egg color, I hate when the color or lack of, I should say, doesn’t match what I think it should.
That is always a disappointing thing. When I have to break out my magnifying glass to inspect his handiwork, it’s time for another round. 🙂
(Hi, Kaki!)
What a shame that you feel the need to do it yourself!
There are many of us out here that would be very willing to lend a helping hand…………….
xxx
J
I swear I replied to this through my email while I was at work, but the reply didn’t make it. Here’s what I said:
My most recent posts do seem to point to me needing MORE, although in this one, I only gave myself a few smacks to watch the bouncing. It’s very good to know, though, that there are people out there willing to lend a helping hand. Or strap.
I normally have to drive quite a distance home after being to HH…and I know the feeling. The drive home is normally not very comfortable, but yet, there is a deep satisfaction inside…
I feel well straightened out and ready for the next task while my bottom is sore. Ideally it would be sore every day (just a little).
I hate when it gets itchy though, after sitting awhile (particularly in a car). So you head to HH’s comfortable and dissatisfied, and return uncomfortable but satisfied. I think I’d take the latter any day! 🙂