In praise of the round bottom

There is something uniquely beautiful about a girl about to be spanked. The site of her bent over at the waist, smooth round ass presented high in the air, face pressed down in a mix of anticipation and fear. I spied such a site the other night while at a party, her pale round bottom perfectly framed in lace panties. I just had to sit back and enjoy the show. She would squirm and moan with each strike of his hand. Her once pale ass, slowly turning a bright red, tomorrow she may have a healthy bruise but for tonight her soft flesh is flush and scarlet. She ducks her head in mock shame as he scolds her for flinching and trying to get away from his blows. Properly chastised she raises her ass again and wiggles it with a devilish grin.

A charming thing, a spanking. They can be so many things, an intimate act of someone laying across your lap and pressing themselves into you as your hand cups the curves of their bottom. Playful as you scold them for being “a bad little boy/girl/botanist/chartered accountant/ whatever” or punishing as those once gentle blows are replaced with long, powerful swings.

Alas, I don’t get to give many spankings these days. Those who seek out my hands, ask me to use them clenched in a fist or grabbing them tightly with my (in)famous rope maker’s grip. However these hands are well suited for the task, should the opportunity present itself, long muscular fingers and a wide firm palm.

My rough, calloused pads resting against the soft, smooth arch of a woman’s round ass, feeling the warmth as it radiated off her flushed skin…. What a charming mental image that does make.