So Many Spankings...

We're back from another weekend at the cottage! Well, my parents' cottage. It's the one that we went to on the long weekend in May. We left on Thursday, and came home a couple of hours ago. It's always so nice to get away. It's a six hour drive to get there, which is pretty long and tiring - but it's worth it! We stayed busy all weekend. My parents have a speedboat, and they enjoy taking their braver guests tubing. Leo has the time of his life, but I just fear for mine! Getting thrown in the air while bouncing over waves on an inflated tube just makes me nervous. We also went to the beach, had a barbecue, swam, went canoeing and fished. Fishing was an experience. Leo insisted that just the two of us go, despite the fact that he has no clue how to take a fish off a hook. Sure enough, I caught one, reeled it in, and he panicked. I'm not much of a fisher myself - I like catching them and reeling them in, but I refuse to bait the hook or remove the fish once I catch it. I'm too squeamish! It took Leo ten minutes just to get the hook out of the fish's lip and set it free. After the next few fish, he got the hang of it. My butt's also sore, but not from the way you're thinking. We went on a long bike ride, and I haven't been on a bike in so long! Even though we went two days ago, I'm still feeling it.

But don't worry, we didn't skimp on the spanking. Of course, it's not exactly easy to get spanked in a small cottage with your parents around. They went grocery shopping in town one day though, and Leo wasted no time putting me over his knee for a quick spanking. There wasn't really any reason for it - just a "I'm the boss and don't you forget it" kind of spanking. This spanking came after the one he gave me in the woods. Yup...in the woods. We had gone on a hike, and were on the way back from our picnic lunch. I got a little bratty, and he happened to spot a stick lying on the ground. "Pull your shorts down," he commanded me. "Here? No way!" I responded. I was horrified by the thought that someone might come along and see my bare butt being spanked. "No one's going to come," he told me. "Just take down your shorts and bend over in front of me. The sooner you do it, the sooner we can get this over with." I realized that I didn't really have a way out, and where was I going to escape to in the woods? So I quickly obeyed him, my face the colour of a tomato. He gave me a good 30 some odd swats with that stick, and they HURT! Sure enough, nobody came along (although I was frightened by every little noise). The fact that someone could have, though, left me feeling very embarrassed and exposed. I didn't have a chance to check the condition of my butt before I hastily yanked my shorts back up, but I looked at it in the bathroom mirror when we returned to the cottage and found that I had some bright pink welts. I think that's the last time I'll be crossing him in the great outdoors!

 He also promised me a pretty hard spanking in the near future, for being a little whiny one night. It sounds like I might get the belt for some of it, and he really wants to try this Icy Hot thing. Needless to say, it doesn't look like my butt is going to have much time to recuperate!

Anyway, enough about me. What is going on with all of you?