The first swat…upon hearing the sound of the paddle making contact with my bottom…I lost my breath; I then heard my voice shriek out in pain. Ste...en spanked me…he was not into abusing me. There is a divine difference. On our our honeymoon…Steven showered my bottom and upper thighs with that dreaded paddle. The holes in the paddle seemed to burn into my skin…I could feel the welts form. It’s as if I could visualize my bottom becoming red…then, even redder and perhaps, a hint of purple was. The next thing I knew, I was rummaging through the medicine cabinet, finding not just a digital thermometer and petroleum jelly, but also some suppositories, which I decided to take along as well. She looked at me questioningly as I made my way back to the sofa and sat down in the middle. "I think the easiest way is if you just lay down across my lap, we'll have this done in no time, don't worry." She did pretty much immediately as she was told. She lifted her hips slightly as I slid her pajama. Each set I tried on convinced me that this is the way I wanted todress when I was at home. I soon added sensuous underwear, pretty frillypanties, slips, pantyhose. High heeled shoes really improved thepresentation of my outfits. Soon I had to dress this way every weekend. Iloved the opportunity to present myself in all these varied styled,materials, textures and shapes. I learned to add accessories likebracelets, necklaces, rings and earrings (I got my ears pierced to get abetter selection of. I did do a thin water line blackout liner,with my never leave home without them big fake lashes and prominentsmoky eyeshadow. A speck of royal color, yes at the crease, but I wasNOT that blue eye shadow girl if you're thinking that with my dress, andon this night I'm trying for a bit sexy, yet a bit reserved look.I could have gone bigger and curlier on my hair, wilder or more dramaticwith my makeup and skimpier with my dress, but it really wasn't who Iwanted to be. I just wanted to be a regular.