An Evening with Miss Pink, Vol. 3

And here we are, Ladies and Gents, the final installment of our little adventure! As I make the final preparations for entering the realms of higher education and moving out of state, my blogging has slowed down considerably. But don't fret! I am still here and will continue to write, and when I am finally settled into a new routine at my new school, I shall be back to my old blogging self :D

For now, enjoy! : )

In Vol. 2, I chose to highlight a few of the most challenging bits of my double-spanking adventure with Miss Pink. Those special moments when we needed each other most, and, indeed, when we both accomplished new heights of endurance. I would like to end, however, with the lighter side of our encounter -- which really was the majority of our experience together.

For example:
About two-thirds of the way through, our spanker decided that we both needed a break: Barely was getting a little too Pink, and I must have been showing signs as well, because I could definitely feel it :D

Barely and I sat side-by-side on the couch and D pulled up a chair to sit directly in front of us, his eyes bright, hands warm. He'd brought over a large bowl of tiny frozen eclairs and cream puffs -- Yummy! We spent the next several minutes trying to determine whether to eat the frozen treats, or to simply press the cold sides of the bowl to our heated bottoms...

Another fun moment designated my own first step into the realm of mischievous spankee behavior for the evening: I discovered that from my perch on the couch, watching Barely getting spanked over her man's knee, I could in fact look beyond them and into the glass of the fire-place grate. Much to my surprise and delight, the glass provided a perfect reflective surface, and my friend's pinkening bottom shone brightly back at me from the reflection, D's hand making contact at a steady but solid pace.

(If you know/are the artist of the drawing at right, please share so that I may credit and link! :D)

After he let her up, I sheepishly made reference to the convenient placement of the glass, and the nature of what I'd seen there -- much to Miss Pink's grinning embarrassment.

Unlike my brave partner, I continually insisted on pulling my jeans (tight as they were) back up after every trip over D's knee or the arm of the couch or wherever I may have been precariously positioned only moments before...

I don't know why -- perhaps I'm shy, or perhaps, as my friends began to suggest, I have a "thing" for pulling down my pants, or having them pulled down for me... especially just before a spanking... :D

Either way, I knew that my fellow spankee was enjoying her singular lack of pants, and I was enjoying the opportunity to watch what was visible of her bottom around her argyle panties slowly become pinker and pinker, peeking out from under her shirt as she went to draw her next two cards... All of this view while mine was thoroughly covered and safe from prying eyes! :D

Toward the end of our ordeal, Barely discovered that placing her panty-clad sit-spot on the cold marble of D's fire-place (which conveniently splayed out over part of the floor to create a perfect little ledge upon which to sit) did wonders to cool the skin.

I quickly joined her, once again lowering my jeans just enough to allow the necessary skin-to-marble contact, and we both softly hissed our swiftly building relief. (Photo above courtesy of Real Spankings Institute)

As fate would have it (or perhaps some gentle stacking of the deck? :D), the last three cards in the deck proved to include at least one face card (aka a high number!) and, of course, a deuce (meaning we both take the added count). What better way to bring our adventure to a close than with the both of us bent over the side of the table together, side-by-side, pants and panties around our knees (though modesty-upholding thongs still in place), hands clenched, alternately counting out each stroke as it came down...? :D Each count came accompanied with small gasps and yelps, both of us seeing and feeling the other squirm slightly as every stroke made its landing.

Until, finally but all-too-soon, there were no more cards to draw, and the game ended with three very happy, very satisfied winners.

Thank you, dear friend, D, and dear readers, for sharing this experience with me :D

Perhaps one day soon, now that this part of the story has ended, I will let you read the epilogue -- which, in fact, is a-whole-nother story in and of itself! : )