I usually write about my caller’s sex lives. Today I’d like to share something funny that happened in my own. My husband and I like to spank each other. Last week it was his turn to have a date with the hairbrush. We were playing and thought we’d use something we hadn’t in awhile. Occasionally we use Caspicin cream when giving a spanking.
Caspicin cream is used for arthritis. It heats up the skin and soothes the joints. When combined with a spanking it gives quite the tingling sensation. I squirted some on the back of the hairbrush and rubbed in over his buttocks.
In my mind the cream was sufficiently rubbed in. (cue the foreboding music) I started to spank him, smacking the paddle over his cheeks. SPLAT!
The hairbrush made the cream spatter and I felt it hit my face. Almost instantly my eyes started to burn. “Oh shit! It’s in my eyes! I got the cream in my eyes!”
DH leaps off my lap, mind you he’s still naked. I’m half naked running to the bathroom. I start splashing water into my eyes. But that day I had my contacts in so it’s not helping.
I start to take my right contact out. MORE BURNING! The cream had gotten on my fingers too and now I’m effectively rubbing more Caspicin cream in my eye. “Shit shit shit, it fucking burns.”
So now I’m franticly washing my hands. DH comes in with dish detergent and squirts some on my hands. This helps to wash them off. After rinsing throughly, I don’t need soap in my eyes too, I take my contacts out. This sucks because my eyes are still burning and instinctively I want to close them.
I manage to get both contacts out and start splashing with water. Now the water is helping and my eyes are no longer burning.
But now my lips are BURNING! The splat must have gotten on my lips as well. So I start washing my lips.
Finally, finally there is no more burning. There’s water everywhere, towels are thrown all over the bathroom but there is no more burning.
I come out of the bathroom to tell my husband that I’m ok. We both stare at each other and start cracking up. He asks me why I didn’t rub it in, I tell him I did. He shows me the hairbrush that clearly shows it’s not rubbed in. We both laugh more. He kindly offers to wash the brush for me. I’m thankful since I want to stay far away from that cream for awhile. After he washes the brush and gets dressed I tell him “Thank gods you weren’t a client. This would ruin my Mistress mystique.” We both laughed.
Posted by Vixen as Musings at 2:36 PM CST