Elevator Spanko

This is the bizarre conversation I had with a random guy in the elevator today:

Him: You know, they say this is one of the best places to meet men.

Me: The elevator?

Him: Well, it's what I’ve been trying. Just kidding!

Me: polite, awkward chuckling

Him: I’m late for my lawyer’s office. Do you think they’ll spank me?

Me: I guess if you’ve got the right kind of lawyer they might.

Him: Hahaha! I like the way you think!

Me: Hasty escape from the elevator (What else could I do?)

Japanese Schoolgirl Caning

Yay! Invidia's computer is back up and running!

Why fight it?

Well, I got my spanking night before last. It was planned for the weekend, Sunday night to be exact, but, as sometimes happens, things got away from us. Nick and I have both learned by experience that if there's not enough time to devote to the event, it can leave me feeling abandoned rather than loved, so he decided to postpone it until Monday.

Here's the problem: I know I need this. I know it helps me. I know I asked for things to be this way. But when it comes down to the moment, I want to run away. It was a welcome reprieve on Sunday when he announced the slight change in plans. And though I felt a niggling guilt about it, I couldn't help but feeling relieved. Yay! No sore butt tonight! That sort of thing.

And so Monday night came around. I studiously avoided him the later it got. Then finally, upstairs reading, I decided to stop being a baby about it and go face the music. I took my magazine out to the garage (hey - we gotta find privacy somewhere!), and waited on him. Sure enough, a few minutes later he came looking for me, dreaded trout paddle in hand. And that's when my bravery fled. All of a sudden I was full of excuses. I started naming off all the wonderful things I'd done all week. I started demanding to know just how many times he'd changed the cat's litter box. I listed all the dinners I cooked this week as if I'd personally grown and harvested the ingredients. I talked about how hard I'd been trying.

Until he stopped me and said, "Do you want my help with this or not?" Shamefaced, I shut up and told him yes. The thing is, this wasn't so much a punishment even, as it was a firm encouragement to continue to do well. Oh, there were a few small things to deal with, and one rather big one. The small things were things like that basket of clean socks I can't seem to bring myself to sort and the dirty laundry I really could've devoted more attention to. The big thing was the oven. I left it on, not just all night, but all day until Nick came home and found it the next evening. I was angrier at me than he was over that.

But all in all, this was not going to be a long, drawn out, impossible to hold still for punishment. And yet I couldn't help trying to "But, honey..." my way out of it. But...once called on it, I quit my bargaining and got into position. He told me he was going to give me 50, and that he wanted me to stay still for him. And I did. It was hard, but I didn't move at all throughout the whole thing.

And when it was over, he put down the paddle and kissed me. He slipped his hand beneath my shirt and rubbed my back, then slid it down to my toasted bottom. And oh wow! Just like that, I was soaked, ready to show him just how good I could be, or how bad, or how Irish, or whatever the heck was gonna float his boat. We went upstairs, and he ordered me to take off my panties. He laid me on the bed and resumed rubbing my bottom (have I mentioned how HOT that makes me) and began to do magic things to my body, occasionally stopped to stoke the fire on my bottom.

The night rocked hard, and when I finally fell into bed, I was both sated and exhausted, and I slept deeply. I've worn around a rather stupid grin for the last two days.

What happened...

As a matter of fact, there was cleaning and ravishing! I folded and put up a bunch of laundry that I'd been carefully avoiding for several days.

As for the ravishing, well it may have been me that got ravished. Not that I'm complaining. WEG. Of course that only means that since that part didn't go according to my plan, I'll just have to make a second attack, hehehe...

Regarding the spanking part, what I may not have made clear in my post is that that part is a much more emotional than physical need. There are things I need to have addressed and put to bed, and Nick understood that. He has plans to take care of it this weekend. It would have been too jarring with the sex, and I'm glad he had the wisdom to know it would be better to wait. Although he did get in a few playful swats during the ravishing. WEG

I NEED SEX!!!!

I do! And a spanking. And both of them should be long and hard. Last week and so far this week have been incredibly tiring - just full of those days where you seem to be running hard and getting nowhere. So tonight, I'm going to accomplish something. It may only be cleaning one room, but I'm going to get something done. And then I'm going to ravish my husband.

Welcome Back...

Two new blogs from an old friend: Always His Angel and Screaming Secrets. It's good to see you again, Angel.

Well timed encouragement...

I managed to get myself paddled last night. It went on longer and harder than it had to, because I couldn't get my head wrapped around it enough to stay in place. I didn't think I needed it. My wise, wonderful husband, who never wanted this and yet does it so well, knew better.

I reached a turning point earlier in the week where I got really fired up about having actual plans and ambition for turning my vague "I'll do better with the house" intentions into actual results. Nick was proud of me for that, and he even helped me get a big head start on it over the weekend, but he could tell that I was flagging a bit. There were several specific things I had mentioned getting done by specific points in time that somehow hadn't seen fruition. And perhaps more importantly, he could tell that I needed to really feel him behind me (no pun intended) on this.

This morning I got up and did my whole morning routine, and I followed through this evening as well. With prayer and paddlings I can do this.

The Esse

Nick and I have been lusting after furniture from Liberator ("bedroom adventure gear") for a while now. This is their lastest addition and our new object of longing, the Esse.


Oh yeah...I also want this (click to enlarge):

No need for a heavy hand....

More evilness from The Vermont Country Store.

Frightening Search Term of the Day

"cellulite spanked"

Oh, Lord. I don't even want to think about the aesthetic effects of spanking on my cellulite.

Being Sick Sucks...

Hi, guys. I'm sorry I've been MIA. Nick and I have spent the last week and a half fighting bad sinus infections. Ugh! He was out of work both Thursday and Friday of last week, and I was out on Friday, which is very rare for both of us. Fortunately we're both doing a lot better.

Appalachian Spanking

I found this cute cartoon on My Spanking Digest.

Katrina

This is just a quick post seeking your prayers and best wishes for those affected by the hurricane. We don't live in the part of the country hit, and for that I'm thankful. But it breaks my heart to think of all the poor people who are now homeless, without food, clothing, or medication.

Jesse from The Brat's Place for Spanking (link at right) lives in the heart of things. She was able to get out safely, but I'm sure she can use our prayers as she waits to return to a home that is undoubtedly changed. A close friend of mine who at different times in her life lived in both Louisiana and Mississippi has friends who've lost their homes completely. One family will be traveling here to stay with her and her husband for a while.

The gas prices are making things even worse, and please God may there be a swift end to the constant rise there. My prayers and best wishes to all of you who have had their lives uprooted by this hurricane.