A new blogger literally breathes new life into blogland and our newest blogger Shell has written a wonderful story about her castle spanking. When I finished reading and commenting on her post, I began to think about our own outdoor spankings. Another thing I became very much aware of is that my Jack was always a spanko............
The more I thought about it, the more incidents came flooding back. I began to keep a big list and then actually began a spanking timeline. Why hadn't I done this before? We were like any other young couple in love......... teasing, playing and testing one another! The timeline of spankings way before we knew anything about ttwd began to be quite impressive. Yes, I have always been a spanko, but in fact, so has my Jack. The more I walked down memory lane, the more spankings I could list. Most were the fun kind, but only most! Wow!
So come with me as we make this walk. We were newly engaged and very much in love. We were in our early college years and we loved to ski. Jack was a beautiful skier, graceful and smooth. I was the "stem-christy" girl that just could not bear to go straight downhill, preferring to traverse my way down. Jack would encourage me to point those skis down the hill, but I would shake my head and continue traversing. Regardless, we did have fun and night skiing was our favorite. We had a day with no afternoon classes and could leave before noon. Dinner all packed, skis on the back of our little VW bug and away we would go. First stop was our favorite hamburger place and then we headed east to the mountains. The ski areas were about an hour and a half away and we made that little bug fly.
Just about three miles from the ski area, Jack did something completely unexpected. He pulled into a deserted, snowy state park and parked the car. I asked what he was doing. He said to get out and come with him. I put my snow pants on, as well as my ski jacket, wooly hat and warm gloves. Jack took my hand and off we went. The snow was a little deep, but we were soon under the limbs of big evergreen trees protected from snow accumulation and prying eyes of others. However, there were no others........... just the two of us and a little red bug with skis on the back.
Once under the cover of the trees, Jack told me that forever more this park would be called Bare Bottom State Park. He unbuttoned my ski pants pulling them and my panties down to my knees. I started to laugh and then he started to spank. My bottom was cold and bright pink bordering on red. The sound seemed to echo throughout the park, but it was still just the two of us and maybe a worried squirrel, raccoon or deer or two. When he stopped spanking, he helped me get dressed and we hurried to the car. We skied late that night and honked the horn as we hurried past the park on our way down the mountain late that night.
He did say that from this point forward, we would call this park "Bare Bottom State Park".
Many years later we were headed to ski with our family and Jack winked at me as we quickly drove past that park on the interstate just before reaching the ski areas at the summit. I appreciate the wink and smile from my man as he too remembered a stop so long ago.
Have you walked down memory lane lately? Do share.