I used to be something of a stat junkie, but life and lack of spanking got in the way of all the obsessive checking and worrying. However, as I was reading Dante’s blog, I noticed that I had been added to his blogroll, which told me that the last time I posted was 2 weeks ago.

Oops. I’ve been busy. So spank me!

Wait, wait. Don’t. 

You may ask yourself why a little pain junkie nympho like me wouldn’t want a spanking. It defies logic. 

Except that I’m entirely too sore for a spanking, as I had the best spanking I’ve had in a while this morning before work. 

Now, does the idea of submitting to a spanking the next day, as sore as I am, turn me on? Completely.

Am I stupid enough to set up a second spanking? Maybe. ::snicker:: 

I’ve got a spankdate set up with the Domestic One on Sunday, and truth be told, I’m a little concerned. The spanking was mostly with the evil wooden paddle of holey death (which, incidentally, I completely adore), and I know tomorrow will dawn to a much sorer bottom. 

I haven’t written my post-spanking post yet, because I don’t have a pseudonymn for the spanker yet. I’m usually really good with the monikers, but I haven’t the slightest idea this time around. 

Any ideas? Something that would suit a spanker who paddles like few others? I’m telling you, it takes a lot for me to leave a spanking satisfied, but he did it on the first go round. Mighty impressive. 

Please leave your suggestions in the comments. If your name is chosen, I’ll allow you to sentence me to a spanking with the implement of your choice (as long as I have it!), and maybe if I am feeling brave, I’ll let you choose the number of swats, so long as I can find a spanker willing to indulge my little game. 

I think I might know somebody.