Thursday, 19 July 2012
Wibbily Wobbily Fleshy Mounds (or how I learned to stop worrying and love my bottom)
Despite this, if you've paid more than a passing amount of attention to my blog, you'll likely have picked up on self-deprecating comments relating to my physical shape.
Come on, Tim, you can say it. Take a deep breath and gird your loins (whatever the fuck that actually means!).
I'm not chunky. I'm not cuddly. I'm not horizontally challenged. I'm not a person providing lot's more to love.
I have a big bottom. Queen could have released singles about me (apart from my gender, that is).
Now, few in this World have perfect bottoms, although as a community I suppose we're blessed with more than our fair share. And what is a perfect bottom anyway? Leia, Pandora, Amelia, Danielle, Sarah, Amy, Pixie and Snow all have bottoms that I adore; firm, rounded, well-fleshed and spankable.
Their bottoms are all very different from each other though.
So what's perfect?
It's the middle of the night here; I generally sleep in either the nude (no, don't look Ethel!) or a t-shirt and boxers. I've just got back up, as I can't sleep, and I'm wearing the latter.
There's a lot back there for my hands to caress, but it's not a bad old bottom really.
My bottom serves me well; it amply supports me when I put a willing spankee over my knee, and gives a firm base as they wriggle around under a fusillade of smacks.
We've gone through a lot, my bottom and me, over the years; some of it unpleasant (several colonoscopy's live large and horrid in my mind), but most of it good.
It's a shame that I haven't treated it better.
So, it't not a perfect bottom, but I love it all the same. And so does my wife; she's not the most committed spanko around, but she loves to rub, caress and pat my behind.
I might try sleep again now, buoyed by happy thoughts of bottoms.
All the best
Pictures are from sources as marked (but mainly Northern Spanking), and are of bottoms. Some of my favourites. Well, yeah.