Should I tell him?

What’s it with us girls? Why are we drawn to spanking implements, whether made for that purpose or whether they’re pervertables, which we know are going to hurt like hell? I’m drawn to pervertables everywhere I go. Lately I’ve been intrigued by something I read. So the last time I was out shopping I went looking for a certain item that I’ve had on my mind. I found just what I was looking for. I examined it closely, tried to talk myself out of it, and stood there wondering if everyone walking by was aware of why I wanted it. While trying to decide whether or not to get it, Badass just picked it up and threw it in the cart, while Wimpy just stood there shaking her head.

It’s not really a spanking implement, not exactly a toy, but it’s all in the same ball park. I think spankos are just wired differently. Some people claim that there is a point where you can apply pressure on the wrist to cure sea sickness. Others claim that a foot massage can cure or help many problems throughout the body. Well for spankos, at least for this one, having a sore butt makes me feel happy, content, relaxed, sexy, safe and loved. Don’t ask me to explain it just know it’s the truth! Whether it’s me, Wimpy, or Badass during the actual spanking – ALL of us love the after effects!

So my question, “Do I tell him”, refers to the new item I bought. He doesn’t know and I’m afraid he wouldn’t use it anyway. I’ve shared with him several times how much I like hot creams, like Ben-Gay or something, on my butt. It gives the burn of a spanking and its fun for me when it’s used after, or even instead of, a spanking (especially if we need to be really quiet) but he doesn’t ever use it. I don’t know if he just forgets or if he doesn’t like the idea. It’s a little embarrassing still to ask for things like this. You can’t go for nearly 50 years thinking you’re strange, without thinking everyone else does.

I can use the new item by myself; I tried it the other day when I was alone. Ouchy! It’s an attention getter for sure, but using on my own is a little like self-spanking. You can do it, but it’s kinda like kissing your brother. I’ve done some self-spanking in the past, but it just doesn’t hold a candle to having the man you love do it. I don’t want Nick to think I’m weird. I may be, but I don’t want him to think that. So I guess this is splitting the difference. If I blog that I have something there is a 50/50 chance he’ll read it and ask about it. If he does I’ll tell you more about it, I don’t want you all to think I’m weird either.