Creative Spanko Wench Blog

As happens every now and then I was the recipient of a lovely wet dream early this morning. It happens. It wasn’t daylight yet when I first surfaced from it, so I turned and dozed off again and wonder of all wonders it picked up where it left off.

In my dream I was paddled to orgasm once and then again, and each time I woke up to that deep tenting sensation that comes with the rhythmic spasms of that wondrous thing that makes us sexual beings.

I had to get on the road early today - long drive & three overnights in a hotel this trip. But since I packed and loaded my suitcase in the car last night there was no rush to get up until three hits of the snooze button, and I was awake, fresh and in need all the way, twenty minutes before the alarm was set. Soooo… I got up, went pee and decided to get a paddle. I haven’t had a good spanking in a while, and I’ve resisted the urge to self satisfy for quite a while. But, not this morning. This morning I wanted to start the day out with some real sting, and I was still very turned on by my dreams.

My bottom is no longer as sore as my left shoulder is now (I’m a lefty self spanker), but it was a sensitive, yet cozy hot drive to work today once I got underway. I haven’t spanked myself to orgasm in a very long time. It’s an odd experience, because there’s no direct contact … same as in a wet dream. So after I accomplished my spanking and got off, I wasn’t quite done.

As is the norm, after waking in the state I did and engaging in the behaviors I did this morning, my erogenous zones are still very awake. I don’t have any implements with me, but there’s a spatula in my hotel room’s fully equipped kitchen.

Don’t worry, I will abstain. Ewwwww! I don’t even want to think about what any dish, surface or device has been used for what in the hotels I have to stay at. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve found still wrapped condoms and playboy magazines peeking out from under the mattress after I’ve refused room service for a few days and the mattress has slipped. I’ll just chalk it up to “always travel with a paddle, wooden spoon or bath brush.” I’m here for several more nights… I may just have to hit a grocery store for a new wooden spoon/spatula set…

Thank you Paul & Danielle for your comments to my last post. I’m hanging in … like a bad penny, I just keep bouncing back and showing up in the change. Life is … I can whine, piss & moan, or roll with it and see what/where I’m supposed to end up.

;)

patty