A sunshine spanking

I've been on holidays people. In one of those incredibly hot places that make me actually glad to come back to miserable, rainy, cold Ireland.

Anyway it was a fab, if totally vanilla holiday. I completely relaxed and went almost incommunicado, restricting myself to the briefest of glances at email and no writing or reading of blogs at all.

But even though I switched my kinky communications off and was entirely surrounded by vanillas, I couldn't switch my kinky mind off. My head was full of fantasies inspired by the slightest thing:

briefly clad girl on the beach (spanked for wearing a far too revealing bikini)

pretty girl chatting to a boy at the ice cream parlour (whipped with her father's belt for flirting)

naughty girl sneaking in from a late night beach bonfire (has to face her guardian's wrath)

Alas I wasn't getting any spankings at all, but I did manage to get a red bottom. It seems my bottom is a target that even the sun can't resist!

On one of the days I quite foolishly fell asleep on the beach with my bikini bottoms pulled up a little too far. That evening I realised that I was bright red from my lower cheeks to the tops of my thighs. A beautiful shade of crimson any top would be proud to lay claim to. It made me smile to look at it in the mirror and grimace as I sat down, feeling the all too familiar tenderness!

I'm just slightly worried that the very middle part of my bottom is still very white, not tanned like the rest of it. I'm concerned it may prove too much of a challenge for my next play partner wanting to colour in the lines!