… on this here blog that was akin to those I give the spankers, it would be the Sassy Bratty Naughty Girl. 

Quite the mouthful, huh?

Many hints have been given that it’s about time I update this here blog, and in the interest of not falling three spankings behind, I will say that enough has been written about the first spanking with the Impressionist.

Sure, sure, you didn’t get a full account, but I find the blow by blow retellings to be a bit distasteful to write. (But oh-so-fun to read, so, please, keep writing. )

The spanking with the Domestic One, after all the waiting, actually was kind of short, because yours truly just couldn’t take it. 

It’s a little ironic that after posting about my abnormal pain treshold, it left me out in the cold. I’m not sure exactly what was going on, but every little sensation seemed magnified by at least 100, and even the hand spanking left me squirming. 

It was really interesting to see what it felt like for a spanking to really hurt. 

Let’s hope my body decides to stop being a baby before tomorrow. 

Speaking of tomorrow, the Impressionist doesn’t know it yet, but we’ll be playing a fun little game. 

I call it Crystal Hides the Wooden Spoon of Stinging Death and Doesn’t Tell the Impressionist Where it is.

I think he’ll really enjoy it, don’t you?