Thanks to Leigh for this gem. Click on the picture to enlarge it.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Friday, July 29, 2005
New Friends!
I've done some house cleaning with the links, deleting a few that have moved on from blogging, and adding some new friends (and a few old ones too!).
For spanking blogs, I've added Christina's Journey, The Light in the Darkness, This and that, a brat rambles, and The Adventures of Spanko Girl (soooo cute!).
I've also put up Joannie's homepage, where you can find a list of all the names she writes under.
I was tickled to find out that my faithful commenter Dawn is none other than Lady Calliah, and I've been meaning for months to link her cooking blog My Tasty Space.
I've also added a French spanking section, where you can find Le Journal de la Fessee, Fesseurs, Discipline Domestique, and La Fessee Conjugale.
For spanking blogs, I've added Christina's Journey, The Light in the Darkness, This and that, a brat rambles, and The Adventures of Spanko Girl (soooo cute!).
I've also put up Joannie's homepage, where you can find a list of all the names she writes under.
I was tickled to find out that my faithful commenter Dawn is none other than Lady Calliah, and I've been meaning for months to link her cooking blog My Tasty Space.
I've also added a French spanking section, where you can find Le Journal de la Fessee, Fesseurs, Discipline Domestique, and La Fessee Conjugale.
The Story of Flannel
Nick is allergic to cats.
Nick's buddy has a cat who has a litter of ready to leave their mommy kittens.
Nick went to visit him yesterday.
And made the mistake of bringing along our blond haired, blue eyed four-year-old.
Now we have a cat.
But isn't he cute?! I had to make an unexpected run to Wal-Mart for cat food, litter, a litter box, food/water dishes, and toys. Oh, and three different death-to-fleas products. It turns out the fleas also came free.
But, alas, the flea colony is no more, thanks to two much unappreciated flea shampoos, a super powerful flea collar, and a bottle of anti-flea spray. Parasites, I cannot handle.
Cute fluffy kittens - well, I suppose I'll manage.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
High Hopes
Keep me in your prayers, guys. I'm up for a new position at work that would mean less stress (fewer attitude spankings at home?) and more pay (more good girl spankings? WEG.) . My boss starts interviewing this week.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Spanking a Spanko
Paul666 said... It seems to me that when one actually enjoys being spanked, there isn't much incentive to do anything about cleaning up or doing what are considered your chores.What Nick ought to do is not give you a spanking when you don't clean up and give you a spanking when the place is spick and span.How can a spanking, no matter how severe it is, be any incentive to do anything when you enjoy the whole experience.
The above is a comment I got earlier. Paul - I'm not picking on you. It's a good question, and one that deserves an answer, if for no other reason than to speak to the vanilla S/Os out there.
Yes, it would seem that spanking a spanko wouldn't be much of a punishment. And if it were a "Ooooh, you've been a naughty girl, haven't you? I'm going to spank your naughty little bottom" sort of spanking, that would be correct. But when I get punished, there is no catering to my fantasies and hot button words/phrases. There's no warm up, no foreplay, and no gentleness. But most of all, the entire atmosphere of the event is incondusive to sexiness. There is lecturing, which always gets my head started into the right place. There is sternness steeped in disappointment (which makes me want to cry, not cum). And there is a long, painful, hard to take spanking that I just want to escape from when it's happening.
During play, I can take far more than I could ever endure without hysteria during a punishment. When I'm aroused, a spanking that may leave me sore and bruised for days doesn't even register as pain. I'm flying on endorphins, and sometimes Nick has to make the decision to stop things because he can see (where I cannot) that anything further would be damaging.
Here's a crazy secret about me: I'm not a pain slut. I actually hate pain. During sex, pain does not exist for me, because my body weaves the sensations through my arousal and turns then into pleasure. During a punishment, the last thing I am feeling is turned on. I've hurt, angered, or disappointed the man I love, or I've been unkind to the wife he loves. That doesn't inspire good feelings in me. I'm feeling sorrowful, or vunerable, or less often, angry - either at him through rebellion or at myself through disgust. And when I'm unhappy, pain can be huge to me.
That said, the biggest part of the punishment for me isn't the pain. It's the rift I've created between us, and the spanking is much more a method to repair that than it is to "teach me a lesson." I'm a grown woman. I'm not an uncontrollable child who can't help screwing up. The spankings are not to terrorize me into behaving. They're to emphasize the fact that, yes, I did something harmful to me/him/us, and now we're going to address it, put it behind us, and move on. They're a way to close the door on it.
As to the thought that it would be better to withhold a spanking as punishment - it just doesn't fly with me for several reasons. The first reason is that he does this because he loves me. If he denied it, it would feel too much like he was denying me his commitment. It's on par with the silent treatment for me - something we just don't do. Yes, there have been alternative punishments in the past, and they've worked - because they've been paired with a spanking. It would be much easier for him to say, "Okay, the house is a mess - no computer for a week" than to take the time and energy to spank me. But that feels to me like being brushed off - like he has no involvement in working through the issue with me. Beyond that, spanking is very intimate (although not always sexual) to me. There's a tremendous comfort in knowing that he has the physical ability to assert his will, and the emotional maturity not to abuse that.
After I'm spanked, I feel renewed and close to him again, and that, after all, is one of the main points in doing this at all. It heals me, and therefore us. We usually make love after a punishment, but it's not a result of either of us being aroused by what just happened. It's a mutual desire to demonstrate each to the other that the page is clean. He's done the hard part of loving me. Now he wants to do the easy part. Myself, I crave to be as close to him as physically possible, to show with my body how much I appreciate what he's done for my heart. And to be perfectly honest - when the tears have dried and the raging fire on my butt has cooled to a warm glow, other parts of me start to warm too.
But after all of that - it's not important why a spanking is an effective punishment for me. It just is. It works for us, and that's all that matters.
The above is a comment I got earlier. Paul - I'm not picking on you. It's a good question, and one that deserves an answer, if for no other reason than to speak to the vanilla S/Os out there.
Yes, it would seem that spanking a spanko wouldn't be much of a punishment. And if it were a "Ooooh, you've been a naughty girl, haven't you? I'm going to spank your naughty little bottom" sort of spanking, that would be correct. But when I get punished, there is no catering to my fantasies and hot button words/phrases. There's no warm up, no foreplay, and no gentleness. But most of all, the entire atmosphere of the event is incondusive to sexiness. There is lecturing, which always gets my head started into the right place. There is sternness steeped in disappointment (which makes me want to cry, not cum). And there is a long, painful, hard to take spanking that I just want to escape from when it's happening.
During play, I can take far more than I could ever endure without hysteria during a punishment. When I'm aroused, a spanking that may leave me sore and bruised for days doesn't even register as pain. I'm flying on endorphins, and sometimes Nick has to make the decision to stop things because he can see (where I cannot) that anything further would be damaging.
Here's a crazy secret about me: I'm not a pain slut. I actually hate pain. During sex, pain does not exist for me, because my body weaves the sensations through my arousal and turns then into pleasure. During a punishment, the last thing I am feeling is turned on. I've hurt, angered, or disappointed the man I love, or I've been unkind to the wife he loves. That doesn't inspire good feelings in me. I'm feeling sorrowful, or vunerable, or less often, angry - either at him through rebellion or at myself through disgust. And when I'm unhappy, pain can be huge to me.
That said, the biggest part of the punishment for me isn't the pain. It's the rift I've created between us, and the spanking is much more a method to repair that than it is to "teach me a lesson." I'm a grown woman. I'm not an uncontrollable child who can't help screwing up. The spankings are not to terrorize me into behaving. They're to emphasize the fact that, yes, I did something harmful to me/him/us, and now we're going to address it, put it behind us, and move on. They're a way to close the door on it.
As to the thought that it would be better to withhold a spanking as punishment - it just doesn't fly with me for several reasons. The first reason is that he does this because he loves me. If he denied it, it would feel too much like he was denying me his commitment. It's on par with the silent treatment for me - something we just don't do. Yes, there have been alternative punishments in the past, and they've worked - because they've been paired with a spanking. It would be much easier for him to say, "Okay, the house is a mess - no computer for a week" than to take the time and energy to spank me. But that feels to me like being brushed off - like he has no involvement in working through the issue with me. Beyond that, spanking is very intimate (although not always sexual) to me. There's a tremendous comfort in knowing that he has the physical ability to assert his will, and the emotional maturity not to abuse that.
After I'm spanked, I feel renewed and close to him again, and that, after all, is one of the main points in doing this at all. It heals me, and therefore us. We usually make love after a punishment, but it's not a result of either of us being aroused by what just happened. It's a mutual desire to demonstrate each to the other that the page is clean. He's done the hard part of loving me. Now he wants to do the easy part. Myself, I crave to be as close to him as physically possible, to show with my body how much I appreciate what he's done for my heart. And to be perfectly honest - when the tears have dried and the raging fire on my butt has cooled to a warm glow, other parts of me start to warm too.
But after all of that - it's not important why a spanking is an effective punishment for me. It just is. It works for us, and that's all that matters.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
A time of Reckoning...
Sunday night was much needed. I'll be perfectly honest here: our house has been a horrid wreck this week. And most of that was because of a decidedly lackadaisical attitude about cleaning on my part. I knew things needed to get done. I knew there are only so many hours in the week. I just couldn't get my butt in gear. There was no open rebellion, no conscious "Screw him, I'd rather read a book" moment. I just couldn't get started. And the more I put it off, the easier it became to keep putting it off.
The vast majority of spankings I get are for this very thing. And believe it or not, I'm much better than I used to be. But sometimes (okay, lots of times) I need some firm incentive to get me going.
Nick decided it was time to provide some of that. Jokari came out of a several months long retirement. He had me lie on the bed, and he held me in place. He talked for a long time about the unacceptability of stepping over piles of random stuff to get in bed, to go to the bathroom, to get to the couch to watch TV. He talked about how disappointed in me he was, and I wished that he would say anything else, or even nothing at all and just start the paddling. I hate nothing worse than to disappoint him, and I was truly ashamed of myself.
He gave me fair warning that he wasn't at all sure at what point it would be over, and he started to paddle me. Oh my Lord, it hurt. He paddled me longer and harder than I'm used to, but it was so necessary. It cleared away the aching in my heart and set clear in my mind that I was there of my own doing - and that I could keep from being there again.
Afterwards, we spent some time reconnecting in a good way, and I got the opportunity to model my new thong (the black one, if you must know.
.)
He got me up with him when he got up for work the next morning, and brought me downstairs to the den. He laid me over the couch and spanked me again, short and hard and using his hand, which was none too gentle on an already sore bottom.
And so it was on that very sore bottom that I scooted around the bedroom a few hours later, collecting random piles of stuff. The bedroom was spotless when he got home, and I fully intend for him to see further returns on his investment.
The vast majority of spankings I get are for this very thing. And believe it or not, I'm much better than I used to be. But sometimes (okay, lots of times) I need some firm incentive to get me going.
Nick decided it was time to provide some of that. Jokari came out of a several months long retirement. He had me lie on the bed, and he held me in place. He talked for a long time about the unacceptability of stepping over piles of random stuff to get in bed, to go to the bathroom, to get to the couch to watch TV. He talked about how disappointed in me he was, and I wished that he would say anything else, or even nothing at all and just start the paddling. I hate nothing worse than to disappoint him, and I was truly ashamed of myself.
He gave me fair warning that he wasn't at all sure at what point it would be over, and he started to paddle me. Oh my Lord, it hurt. He paddled me longer and harder than I'm used to, but it was so necessary. It cleared away the aching in my heart and set clear in my mind that I was there of my own doing - and that I could keep from being there again.
Afterwards, we spent some time reconnecting in a good way, and I got the opportunity to model my new thong (the black one, if you must know.
.) He got me up with him when he got up for work the next morning, and brought me downstairs to the den. He laid me over the couch and spanked me again, short and hard and using his hand, which was none too gentle on an already sore bottom.
And so it was on that very sore bottom that I scooted around the bedroom a few hours later, collecting random piles of stuff. The bedroom was spotless when he got home, and I fully intend for him to see further returns on his investment.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
How kinky are ya?
Okay, this is shamelessly stolen from Lady Calliah. I had fun with it. 
Copy this entire list into your blog/journal.
BOLD everything about you that is true.
Leave plain anything that is false about you.
Put an asterisk (*) at the end of false statements you would LIKE to be true.
I am bi-sexual.
My spouse or lover is aware of my orientation.
My spouse or lover has watched me have sex with someone of my gender.
I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.
I have blindfolded someone else during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
I have had sex while surfing porn on the Internet.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for my spouse or lover while on the phone.
I have masturbated for someone over a web cam.
I have had sex over a web cam.
I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on. (once upon a time)
I have been tied up during sex.*
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped wax onto a lover's body.
I have had a lover drip wax onto my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex.
I have had sex in a burning building.
I like having my nipples squeezed during sex.
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence.
I enjoy nudie magazines.
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I think PLAYBOY is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn video.
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on.
I have had interracial sex with someone of my gender.
I want my spouse or lover to have an interracial sex experience.
I want to watch my spouse or lover have an interracial sex experience.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research given the opportunity.
My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs.
I currently have a "crush" on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I have had sex with someone from my place of employment. (I married him!)
I have had sex with a former co-worker of my gender.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships. (have been in the past)
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I'm not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me.
I have had sex under water.
I have had sex in the snow.*
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing while having sex.
I have had more than ten orgasms in one night.
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift.
I have set-up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex.*
Hmmm...I don't seem to be all that kinky. Maybe it just didn't include the right questions!
Copy this entire list into your blog/journal.
BOLD everything about you that is true.
Leave plain anything that is false about you.
Put an asterisk (*) at the end of false statements you would LIKE to be true.
I am bi-sexual.
My spouse or lover is aware of my orientation.
My spouse or lover has watched me have sex with someone of my gender.
I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.
I have blindfolded someone else during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
I have had sex while surfing porn on the Internet.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for my spouse or lover while on the phone.
I have masturbated for someone over a web cam.
I have had sex over a web cam.
I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on. (once upon a time)
I have been tied up during sex.*
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped wax onto a lover's body.
I have had a lover drip wax onto my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex.
I have had sex in a burning building.
I like having my nipples squeezed during sex.
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence.
I enjoy nudie magazines.
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I think PLAYBOY is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn video.
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on.
I have had interracial sex with someone of my gender.
I want my spouse or lover to have an interracial sex experience.
I want to watch my spouse or lover have an interracial sex experience.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research given the opportunity.
My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs.
I currently have a "crush" on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I have had sex with someone from my place of employment. (I married him!)
I have had sex with a former co-worker of my gender.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships. (have been in the past)
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I'm not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me.
I have had sex under water.
I have had sex in the snow.*
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing while having sex.
I have had more than ten orgasms in one night.
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift.
I have set-up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex.*
Hmmm...I don't seem to be all that kinky. Maybe it just didn't include the right questions!
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Links Update
My apologies to Silver Kitten. I thought I'd linked her blog Learning to Behave weeks ago. Go visit her!
Also, I was delighted to run across Miki's Pathway when Miki commented here.
I've taken down This & That by Paul, the former author of Lafessee. Sadly, it seems he's given up on blogging all together.
Also, I was delighted to run across Miki's Pathway when Miki commented here.
I've taken down This & That by Paul, the former author of Lafessee. Sadly, it seems he's given up on blogging all together.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Yummy!
The day started off very nicely with Nick sending me off for lunch with a very firm, very fun spanking over my jeans. And it just got better from there.
A forum I belong to issued a very fun challenge - convince your husband/SO to buy you a pair of panties he'd like to see you in. I gamely asked Nick if he would participate, and I was a bit surprised when he agreed. I was even more surprised to see the ones he picked out. The ones he chose were a teensy weensy little G-string thong with jewels connecting the side strings with the uh, butt string.
"Really?" I said.
"Really."
To be honest, I never buy this kind of underwear because I have issues with the way I think they look on me. But, fair is fair, so I agreed to wear them for him.
Boy am I glad I did! He pounced on me as soon as I slid them on, growling extremely sexy things into my ear. Before I knew it I was over his knee, hearing what a naughty girl I was and getting a very thorough spanking with his hand. Mmmmm! It was just what I needed, and an awesome bonus was that we had ended up in the perfect position for me to watch the action in the mirrored door of the armoire. The rest of the evening was even lovelier, and for our memories only, but I will say that things progressed at warp speed for me this time. WEG.
I'll be purchasing more jeweled butt floss very soon.
A forum I belong to issued a very fun challenge - convince your husband/SO to buy you a pair of panties he'd like to see you in. I gamely asked Nick if he would participate, and I was a bit surprised when he agreed. I was even more surprised to see the ones he picked out. The ones he chose were a teensy weensy little G-string thong with jewels connecting the side strings with the uh, butt string.
"Really?" I said.
"Really."
To be honest, I never buy this kind of underwear because I have issues with the way I think they look on me. But, fair is fair, so I agreed to wear them for him.
Boy am I glad I did! He pounced on me as soon as I slid them on, growling extremely sexy things into my ear. Before I knew it I was over his knee, hearing what a naughty girl I was and getting a very thorough spanking with his hand. Mmmmm! It was just what I needed, and an awesome bonus was that we had ended up in the perfect position for me to watch the action in the mirrored door of the armoire. The rest of the evening was even lovelier, and for our memories only, but I will say that things progressed at warp speed for me this time. WEG.
I'll be purchasing more jeweled butt floss very soon.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Behind closed doors...
Today I got up with plans to take back the cable box before work. I wasn't looking forward to packing up my daughter, driving across town to get the new box, driving her back past our house to drop her off at my mom's, then driving halfway back across town to work. But that was the plan.
Then, out of the blue, my mom calls and says, "Hey, I'm right over here at Wal-Mart. Why don't I just drop by and pick her up now?" This never happens. Usually if my mom is shopping near my house, she still wants me to drop her off all the way out at her house so that she can finish her shopping in peace. That way, if she doesn't get done in time, my dad can watch her until she gets home. Well, it was perfect timing and saved me a ton of driving. She stopped by and came in.
Now my mom does this thing that drives me crazy. Anytime she comes to my house, she stops and sniffs. It's like she expects me to be such a terrible housekeeper that there will be odorous evidence. I don't think she even realizes she does it, even though she always seems a bit disappointed when it doesn't smell like a truck stop bathroom. Anyway, all of that is to say that, while her house was always somewhat messy when we were growing up, she sees any clutter in my house as a failure on either my part or hers. (I'm pretty sure that's where my housework rebellion comes from).
Well, she spots some dishes in the sink, and her eyes light up. And she says, "Instead of me taking her home with me now, why don't you just leave and I'll stay here and clean for you?"
Oh my Lord. I could just see her, alone in the house, discovering 75 different spanking toys, then checking out the computer. And what's this? A spanking blog?! Then would come the heart attack. I don't want to be responsible for my mother's heart attack.
And so I stuffed down my panic and talked her into going home.
Whew!
By the way, Nick's watching the new cable box right now.
Then, out of the blue, my mom calls and says, "Hey, I'm right over here at Wal-Mart. Why don't I just drop by and pick her up now?" This never happens. Usually if my mom is shopping near my house, she still wants me to drop her off all the way out at her house so that she can finish her shopping in peace. That way, if she doesn't get done in time, my dad can watch her until she gets home. Well, it was perfect timing and saved me a ton of driving. She stopped by and came in.
Now my mom does this thing that drives me crazy. Anytime she comes to my house, she stops and sniffs. It's like she expects me to be such a terrible housekeeper that there will be odorous evidence. I don't think she even realizes she does it, even though she always seems a bit disappointed when it doesn't smell like a truck stop bathroom. Anyway, all of that is to say that, while her house was always somewhat messy when we were growing up, she sees any clutter in my house as a failure on either my part or hers. (I'm pretty sure that's where my housework rebellion comes from).
Well, she spots some dishes in the sink, and her eyes light up. And she says, "Instead of me taking her home with me now, why don't you just leave and I'll stay here and clean for you?"
Oh my Lord. I could just see her, alone in the house, discovering 75 different spanking toys, then checking out the computer. And what's this? A spanking blog?! Then would come the heart attack. I don't want to be responsible for my mother's heart attack.
And so I stuffed down my panic and talked her into going home.
Whew!
By the way, Nick's watching the new cable box right now.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Through to the other side...
Thank you so much to all of you guys who commented and kept reading here while I took a few days to get my head on straight. I won't bore you all with the details of my insecurities, but suffice it to say that I spent a couple of days questioning the health of thinking about spanking EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY and, as a result of said obsessive thoughts, pestering my husband with a ridiculous number of conversations that started with "I was reading a spanking blog today, and...." to the point that I was worried that I was tending to my needs to the exclusion of his.
This stemmed from a late night conversation that I was too willing to take the wrong way, and it resulted in my last post, along with me putting all the implements out of sight, crying dramatically in the safety of the shower, then getting out and putting on ugly, non-spanko panties. I was determined to go at least several hours without even letting the word "spanking" enter my thoughts.
Did it work? Not for a solitary minute. The good news is, a recent study indicates that constant spanko thoughts lower your cholesterol! Uh, not really, but it turns out that it's still okay (beneficial even) to let your spanking thoughts run wild.
Tonight my wonderful husband stayed up waaaay past his bedtime to find out what the heck was causing me to mope around for two days, and why I was taking a blogging break. We talked a lot, and I've resolved most of the issues in my heart. There was mention of a very long, very hard stress relief spanking in the near future, and that will go along way towards treating what ails.
This stemmed from a late night conversation that I was too willing to take the wrong way, and it resulted in my last post, along with me putting all the implements out of sight, crying dramatically in the safety of the shower, then getting out and putting on ugly, non-spanko panties. I was determined to go at least several hours without even letting the word "spanking" enter my thoughts.
Did it work? Not for a solitary minute. The good news is, a recent study indicates that constant spanko thoughts lower your cholesterol! Uh, not really, but it turns out that it's still okay (beneficial even) to let your spanking thoughts run wild.
Tonight my wonderful husband stayed up waaaay past his bedtime to find out what the heck was causing me to mope around for two days, and why I was taking a blogging break. We talked a lot, and I've resolved most of the issues in my heart. There was mention of a very long, very hard stress relief spanking in the near future, and that will go along way towards treating what ails.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Just for a bit...
I'm going to be away from the blog for a few days - perhaps up to a week. I just have some personal things that I need to attend to, and I really appreciate your understanding. Be back soon!
The Switch
So here's the thing...we have a cable box that for some reason the sound will not work on. Nick's asked, then prodded, then flat out told me on several occasions to take it down to the cable office and get a new one. This is reasonable, I know. But it's not our main box; it goes to the bedroom TV, which we never watch (probably because the cable box doesn't work), so I just tend to forget about it. Plus the cable office is all the way across town, through heavy traffic and construction, usually an hour each way, and since I work until midnight, it's a pain in the ass to make that trip in the morning.
All of that said - I really have no valid excuse. I was off work until today, so time wasn't really an issue. I just mostly forgot, and when I did remember, I put it off because I just didn't want to do it.
And so, Nick decided to make his point in a less ignorable way, and he cut a rather thick switch toward that end. The switch terrifies me. Not just that particular one. All thin, whippy implements just undo me. I just can't stay still for them. That's why 25 licks turned into closer to 40. 40 is usually just a warmup for me with any other implement, but I was in tears nearly from the beginning this time. And this week, I will take back the cable box.
All of that said - I really have no valid excuse. I was off work until today, so time wasn't really an issue. I just mostly forgot, and when I did remember, I put it off because I just didn't want to do it.
And so, Nick decided to make his point in a less ignorable way, and he cut a rather thick switch toward that end. The switch terrifies me. Not just that particular one. All thin, whippy implements just undo me. I just can't stay still for them. That's why 25 licks turned into closer to 40. 40 is usually just a warmup for me with any other implement, but I was in tears nearly from the beginning this time. And this week, I will take back the cable box.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
The Ass Test
Hehehehehe...I took the Ass Test. Thanks to Her woodshed for the link!
| Smart Ass You got 14 out of 19 identifications correct |
My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Ass Identification Test written by tall_man_54 on OkCupid Free Online Dating |
Toys everywhere!
My little girl and I went yard saling yesterday, and look what I found! The belt is actually a child's belt, which makes it perfect for OTK.
I see London, I see France.....
I got this really cute thong before we left, but had some camera/USB cord issues again, so I couldn't post pics until today. For such a straight arrow family store, Wal-Mart carries some kinky stuff sometimes!
Friday, July 01, 2005
Four days in paradise...
Hello again. We really did have a wonderful vacation - just too short. I'm actually off until Tuesday, but Nick had to go back yesterday, so that kind of puts a damper on things.
We went up to the cabin on Sunday. Saturday was Nick's sister Kate's birthday, and she and her little girl Kit had spent the night there with her and Nick's grandparents (who own the cabin).Our little one had a lot of fun playing with her cousin, and she's like a fish in the lake. We all went out on their pontoon boat, then everyone but us went home.
After they left, we went out for pizza at the local pizza parlor where we ate on our honeymoon, then stopped for groceries. The rest of the evening was spent just hanging out, enjoying the lake and the huge screened in porch with a hammock.
Monday, we went to the next town over, which is in the Smoky Mountains. There is a place there where you can buy basically a big bucket of dirt and pan for gold. Cheesy, I know, but you can actually end up with some nice uncut stones. Our little girl had a blast, and Nick actually came up with a pretty large sapphire. Afterwards, we drove a few miles to the next little town and rode the chair lift up the mountain. It's ridiculously expensive, but we did it on our honeymoon, and we try to do it once a year if the money's available. It was the little one's first time, and she was in awe. We were both a bit terrified that she'd try to wriggle free on the way, but she did just fine.
Tuesday my mom babysat over night, which was our first night alone in several years (really!). Nick and I dropped her off and drove what seemed to be about 600 miles to this HUGE adult store we'd heard a lot about. I have to say, that was a disappointment. They did indeed have what appeared to be the world's largest selection of impossibly large dildos and butt plugs, but the spanking content was sadly lacking. There were only three paddles. One was a very poorly constructed leather deal, one had sandpaper on it (no thank you!) and one was a wooden one with three good size holes. The last one I might've bought if it hadn't been $80! If I'm going to spend $80 on a paddle, it's going to be a nice leather one from Leather Thorn, not one that Nick can make himself for the $5 in materials at Home Depot.
Anyway, the porn store a bust, we drove back to the little town where we did the gold panning and did some low budget outlet shopping. Afterwards, we went to TGI Fridays for dinner. Neither of us had ever eaten there, and I must say, we were both impressed. Dinner was followed by mini golf. It was just a lot of fun to be alone together and do silly goofy things.
After mini golf, we drove back to the cabin, and well, I won't go into too many details, but we spent a very sensual half hour with Nick shaving (me), and we discovered a brand new use for the two leather ottomans on the porch. WEG.
Wednesday we drove back to pick up our daughter, then back to the cabin to spend the rest of the day just sort of lazing around. Nick and she did some fishing (he did the part where you cast a line and wait, and she did the part where you throw rocks in the water to see if that will attract the fish), and I got reacquainted with the pleasure of a hammock and a good book.
It was later that night that I got spanked. It was something small that really should've been taken care of earlier, but Sunday and Monday we were on the run all day, and Tuesday we were concentrating on, ahem, other activities; so Wednesday was really the first decent opportunity. I'd packed the leather strap, and he retrieved it from the car. The cabin has a shower on the side for rinsing off after swimming, and there's a very sturdy towel bar there made of a plumbing pipe mounted between two 4x4 posts. He led me to it and told me to grab hold and not move. It's funny the way those licks echo across the lake. A hundred or so swats later I was a very sorry girl, and we put it behind us.
Yesterday morning we had to get up very early and take Nick to work. It was hard to leave, and even harder for him to go to work. He's spent the last two days playing catch up there, and I've been doing the same at home. It was a wonderful trip, and I was sad to come back. Still, our own bed is very nice, and I've missed you all sooooo bad!
We went up to the cabin on Sunday. Saturday was Nick's sister Kate's birthday, and she and her little girl Kit had spent the night there with her and Nick's grandparents (who own the cabin).Our little one had a lot of fun playing with her cousin, and she's like a fish in the lake. We all went out on their pontoon boat, then everyone but us went home.
After they left, we went out for pizza at the local pizza parlor where we ate on our honeymoon, then stopped for groceries. The rest of the evening was spent just hanging out, enjoying the lake and the huge screened in porch with a hammock.
Monday, we went to the next town over, which is in the Smoky Mountains. There is a place there where you can buy basically a big bucket of dirt and pan for gold. Cheesy, I know, but you can actually end up with some nice uncut stones. Our little girl had a blast, and Nick actually came up with a pretty large sapphire. Afterwards, we drove a few miles to the next little town and rode the chair lift up the mountain. It's ridiculously expensive, but we did it on our honeymoon, and we try to do it once a year if the money's available. It was the little one's first time, and she was in awe. We were both a bit terrified that she'd try to wriggle free on the way, but she did just fine.
Tuesday my mom babysat over night, which was our first night alone in several years (really!). Nick and I dropped her off and drove what seemed to be about 600 miles to this HUGE adult store we'd heard a lot about. I have to say, that was a disappointment. They did indeed have what appeared to be the world's largest selection of impossibly large dildos and butt plugs, but the spanking content was sadly lacking. There were only three paddles. One was a very poorly constructed leather deal, one had sandpaper on it (no thank you!) and one was a wooden one with three good size holes. The last one I might've bought if it hadn't been $80! If I'm going to spend $80 on a paddle, it's going to be a nice leather one from Leather Thorn, not one that Nick can make himself for the $5 in materials at Home Depot.
Anyway, the porn store a bust, we drove back to the little town where we did the gold panning and did some low budget outlet shopping. Afterwards, we went to TGI Fridays for dinner. Neither of us had ever eaten there, and I must say, we were both impressed. Dinner was followed by mini golf. It was just a lot of fun to be alone together and do silly goofy things.
After mini golf, we drove back to the cabin, and well, I won't go into too many details, but we spent a very sensual half hour with Nick shaving (me), and we discovered a brand new use for the two leather ottomans on the porch. WEG.
Wednesday we drove back to pick up our daughter, then back to the cabin to spend the rest of the day just sort of lazing around. Nick and she did some fishing (he did the part where you cast a line and wait, and she did the part where you throw rocks in the water to see if that will attract the fish), and I got reacquainted with the pleasure of a hammock and a good book.
It was later that night that I got spanked. It was something small that really should've been taken care of earlier, but Sunday and Monday we were on the run all day, and Tuesday we were concentrating on, ahem, other activities; so Wednesday was really the first decent opportunity. I'd packed the leather strap, and he retrieved it from the car. The cabin has a shower on the side for rinsing off after swimming, and there's a very sturdy towel bar there made of a plumbing pipe mounted between two 4x4 posts. He led me to it and told me to grab hold and not move. It's funny the way those licks echo across the lake. A hundred or so swats later I was a very sorry girl, and we put it behind us.
Yesterday morning we had to get up very early and take Nick to work. It was hard to leave, and even harder for him to go to work. He's spent the last two days playing catch up there, and I've been doing the same at home. It was a wonderful trip, and I was sad to come back. Still, our own bed is very nice, and I've missed you all sooooo bad!
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