#$%* Bruce Springsteen!

Bruce Springsteen got me spanked! Let's start at the beginning. Last week, I met with my friend S for a spanking. I was lying out on the bed and he was spanking me with his hand and then the leather paddle. He was slowly making his way through my collection of implements.

I don't remember what even brought it up at first. I'd said something about seeing Bruce Springsteen on a late night talk show when I was on the plane coming home from my recent trip. I couldn't believe he was doing another tour. I mean, come on. Who are the sponsors? Lipitor and Viagra? Retire already!

I don't think S is even a Springsteen fan but was just trying to be disagreeable. He's a top, after all. That's what they do. He started to spank me harder and said I was being rude towards Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. Can't forget them. He switched to a wooden paddle and I was really squirming.

He said that he would stop whenever I said "Bruce Springsteen brought sexy back," referencing a song by one of my favorite artists, Justin Timberlake. I just rolled my eyes because there was no way I was going to say that. Justin brought sexy back, not Bruce, and everyone knows it!

He continued to spank me with the wooden paddle and then the bathbrush. It was pretty hard, I don't think I've struggled so much during a spanking in quite some time. I was squirming all over the place, kicking my legs up to try to block the swats, attempting to roll over on my side.

He solved that issue by leaning into me and wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me in place. That mostly immobilized me, aside from a few kicks of the legs. My bottom was really stinging and I was guessing it was already marked. Am I really going to have to say it? Dammit! This is ridiculous! I resisted a few times but he persisted, not letting up with the paddle.

"Okay, okay. Fine!" I said. He paused with the paddle. "Do you have something to say?" he asked. "Yes!" I let out a purposefully loud sigh. "Bruce Springsteen brought sexy back." I waited for lightning to strike me, but it didn't. That concluded the scene. A silly one, but I had the marks to show for it. Stupid wooden things.

This past week on American Idol, the guest/mentor of the week was Little Steven Van Zandt. He's the singer/guitarist from the E Street Band who wears the bandana. I laughed when I was watching the episode at that being the second Springsteen related reference in one week. And that is my tale of how Bruce Springsteen got me spanked.

Dammit, I've had Born In The USA stuck in my head since I started writing this.