So, while the contest didn’t get a lot of entries, it did produce a winner. The New Guy is now known in the annals of this blog as the Impressionist. I’m breaking with the “The  ____ One” trend, because it’s stifling in the same way the ‘is’ was on the Facebook status thingy. 

Anyone wanna place a bet that I’ll get a keyword search for some idiot who misspells anal? Ah, the joys of being me. 

Anyway, that means that Jay gets to choose an implement for me to be spanked with in her honor, and because I’m still all endorphiny high, she may designate a number of swats. 

My ass is not worried.

It’s a great moniker, too, because he really makes an impression with that paddle, which is impressive on a bottom as stubborn as mine. I know that places like FetLife are plagued by the submissive version of dick measuring, featuring girls bragging about how much they can take, and that will not be the point of me discussing the degree to which I enjoy being spanked.

I’ll be honest, because that just really is how I should be, but when the Professor commented on my pain threshhold, I thought it was because he was a wimp. What he thought was a 10, I rated at about a 4. Clearly, we needed some calibration, and I’m hoping we get in tune one of these days. 

When the Impressionist and I were setting expectations for our first spanking, we made sure that we would keep the communication open, even during the spanking, as I had mentioned that I like to be spanked pretty hard, and it’s tough to really gauge such a relative concept as “pretty hard,” especially the first time around. 

I personally believe I should get a gold star for this, as during a spanking, I tend to not be very vocal. The Thorough One once told me that gags were for when you wanted someone to speak less during a spanking, and that he wanted me to speak more. I tend to just really focus on anticipating each swat, and I almost shut down vocally. (Until that freaking spoon of stinging death comes out, and then I squeal like a little girl.)

Anyway, when The Impressionist commented about how hard he had spanked me, I started to wonder if maybe there was something different about the level of pain I enjoy, and for honesty’s sake, I worry that it makes me weird, and might be a turn off for a spanker.

Whilst chatting with the Thorough One today, I remarked that he hadn’t seemed taken aback by how hard I liked it, so I thought it was just normal; I thought that spankings were just inherently that hard. His answer was that he’s not a wuss, and while he was taken aback, he never let on. 

Now that I’m a little farther along on my spanking  journey, I find it pretty amazing that he was just able to tell the “right” way to spank me. I certainly lacked the vocabulary to let him know.

And I’m thrilled to death that the Impressionist has also managed to spank me just right. It fills the little paddle-shaped hole in my heart (or ass–whichever). 

And don’t get me wrong, I get something out of my other spanking partners, too. I really enjoy the role playing and scolding the Professor is so skilled in, and I think we’ve spilled enough pixels about it that I’ll leave a spanking session sore one of these days.

What the Domestic One and I do is probably classified as more BDSM than spanking, so I don’t worry about the “level” of spamking so much, which I throw out there just as a way to say that I appreciate what we do, and did not mean to besmirch it by not including its impact on the paddle-shaped hole in my ass. 

Look at that. I managed to talk about yesterday’s spanking again without actually discussing it. 

I guess everyone needs a talent.