Checking it out

If you like being spanked, you'll like to see your bottom well-redened. Or perhaps it's just me?
Post-punishment I simply can't wait to look. Better still get the nearest mirror and study the damage - less strain on the spine. 
In fact, I know I'm a bit too keen. Significant Other isn't entirely supportive of all this spanking business and thinks I let it get out of proportion. That it should be part of our sex life, but only part.
There's an unspoken understanding that it will only be tolerated if it doesn't t become the tail that wags the dog. So, I'm in bad books if I hop out of bed too soon and start examining my behind in the wardrobe mirror.
What tends to happen is that I make the excuse that I have to go to the toilet and hurry off for a quick viewing in the mirror there. Mind you, a really well-marked bottom can be enjoyed for days, can't it?

Reflections on pinkness

Just a quick thought. Isn't it infuriating when you can't check out your recently-spanked behind in the mirror. As luck would have it Significant Other deemed it right that I should have a quick OTK hand-smacking this morning, which was an invigorating way to start the day.

Usually at the first available opportunity I like to then admire the red glow (or weals, marks, whatever) in one of the full-length mirrors that I have strategically placed around the house. But this morning the door bell rang just when that moment was presenting itself and I had to get my butt back into my jeans.

So nice when friends feel they can pop round - not. Anyway, once said friend had been hustled off I hurried to the bathroom for a viewing. And was maddened to see that what would have been a healthy rose pink 40 minutes earlier had all but faded to what a paint manufacturer would probably call 'blush white'.

Mirror, mirror

More on perspective. A beautiful image new at MarQe's Study. A well-placed mirror gives a handy extra dimension, doesn't it. Good for checking out your cane stripes after the event too.