More fun stuff on Cafepress

I've been out Cafepress exploring again, and I found more things for my wish list!























And for Nick...

"Name that Paddle!"

Just a quick reminder to enter Leather Thorn Paddles' "Name that Paddle" Contest. We've entered, and I would love to bring home the prize. Hopefully though, there will be some of John's work under my tree whether I do or not!

Creative Spanked Wife Cafepress Store

Some yummy stuff at Patty's Store! Click the picture to follow the link.

He's makin' a list and checkin' it twice...

Watch out for that lump of coal!

An early Christmas present from Nick...

Back on Solid Ground

I'm sitting here with a very sore bottom and much to be thankful for. For a couple of weeks now I've felt myself drifting, then settling into the can't-get-off-the-couch-everything-gets-on-my-nerves-super-bitch mode, and I've needed to be pulled back hard. Tonight Nick took care of that. I knew I had a spanking coming, but I was in a kind of "if I don't bring it up maybe he won't remember" state of mind. That's why I was rather unprepared for it directly after making love. And, if I'm honest, even though I HATE to be caught off guard that way, it does go a long way toward forcing me back into an obedient headspace.

He got down Jokari, ordered me to flip over, then held me down and paddled my bare butt until I was crying. The thing about being held down on the bed is that, while it's easier to stay mostly in position, it's also very hard for me to keep my feet from kicking. Which is possibly how I ended up kicking him in the face. I didn't hurt him at all, but I did make it worse on myself.

He paddled me as much as he had planned to, then talked to me about how I just made it harder on myself when I did things like that. I made all the appropriate noises about learning my lesson and being very sorry, but he could see that I was a bit too much on the just-glad-it's-over side of things.

And so, out came a bigger paddle, along with the purple flogger. He didn't spank me as long with this paddle, maybe 50 swats broken up in sets of 10 or so and interspersed with time with the flogger, but he did spank hard. It's been a very long time since he's used this particular paddle, and I was in real, repentant, lesson truly learned tears. I have some marks, rare for me these days, and I'm definitely going to feel it tomorrow. But it was so much what I needed. Honestly, unless a spanking goes past the point where I'm agreeing just to get it done with, it doesn't really do what it needs to. That's not to say that I need to be paddled that hard every time, but it was what I needed this time, and it left me right where I needed to be mentally and emotionally - in absolutely no doubt that he's in charge and will do what he has to do to keep me from veering away from the person I want to be.

Thank you, Nick. I know it wasn't easy for you either, and I love that you love me so much.

Happy Spanksgiving!

I liked this Position of the Week from Liberator. WEG.

Thank you

I'd like to say thank you to Anonymous for helping me with the problem getting my pictures to show up a couple of posts below. :)

Grrrr...

For some reason, the pictures on the "Spanking Stuff Galore" post below keep disappearing. I've fixed it about 4 times now, and you can see them for about 10 minutes, then they get replaced by the ominous red x. Anyway, if you click on the boxes formerly known as pictures, you'll go right to the Cafepress stores they came from and see the images there.

Keyword Analysis

My latest keyword search analysis. Lol - I like the third one.

Spanking stuff galore...

The other day I got an email that HoH from Loving DD had opened up a store on CafePress. And now Kelly has opened one too. So I did a search for spanking items, and I came up with a few others I'd love to have. Click on the pictures to take you to the stores where you can find them (hint, hint, Christmas is coming up, NICK).







and

Candy Cane Stripes

Wow, this has been a crazy busy week, and I'm glad it's over. My office moved to a new building last weekend, and I helped with that. And the workweek itself was hectic - learning a whole new phone system, insane call volume, plus an extra 8 miles a day on my commute. That's my excuse for not sitting down here for a whole week.

Last Sunday was amazing. Nick joined me in the shower and dedicated a good few minutes to paddling my butt hard with the bath brush, the whole time whispering the kind of things that make my bones turn to liquid. When we were both nice and clean, we moved into the bedroom where he broke in the new Christmas toy in the post below, leaving my some very nice, uh, candy cane stripes. The rest of the evening was one for my memory books, and since y'all came here for the spanking and not the smut, I think I'll leave it there. WEG.

'Tis the Season...

...for finding innocent looking yet evil implements in the Christmas department...

Whew!

You Are A Woman! Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood. You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out. You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat. This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife! Are You a Girl or Woman? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

Have you been going through my underwear drawer?

You Are Boy Shorts! You're stylish, trendy, but not over the top. You know how to look good - without looking like you're trying too hard. Men think that you're cute, friendly, and approachable. And you've got a spunky, fiesty side that comes out after a while! What Kind of Panties Are You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

Surprise, surprise

You are Bettie Page Girl next door with a wild streak You're a famous beauty - with unique look And the people like you are cultish about it. What Famous Pinup Are You? Take This Quiz :-)

I guess I can go with this...

You Are a Normal Girl

You are 40% Good and 60% Bad Sure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past. But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.

Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?

I know, I know...

He is a Man

You have yourself a perfect gentleman and a total keeper Your guy almost always acts appropriately He's probably even very upstanding when you're not around There's no boy left in your guy - he's all man!

Is He A Boy or a Man?

Old Wounds and New

The past two days have been draining. Last night was the receiving of family and friends for my mamaw. It was really a blessing to see the number of people who came to see her. Her's was the only viewing, and it was hard to find a parking place at the funeral home. The line into the chapel was nearly out the front door.

Sadly, there was some unnecessary stress too. First, some background:

My mamaw was my dad's mother. What happened had nothing to do with her. Okay, about twenty years ago, my mom's dad had an affair. Well, he had several, but this one was the worst, because of the woman it was with. Let's call her Jezebel. Jezebel is my mom's age, twenty years younger than my grandfather. My Nanny was a precious person, sweet and forgiving, and unwilling to harbor a grudge against anyone. Which makes what this woman did that much worse. Through the affair (which ended when my grandfather found out what Jezebel was doing), she would call my Nanny and taunt her. An example: my Nanny got a call in the middle of the night when she was alone. It was Jezebel. "Hey, Penny, guess where Jack is." Then she held the phone up so that my Nanny could hear her husband snoring beside this bitch.

Fast forward twenty years. My mamaw needed constant in home care. My family found and hired a very nice lady. Then my mamaw began to improve, and the lady moved on to another job. When mamaw began to decline again, they asked the lady to come back, but she was already committed to her new job. However, she did have a friend who'd worked in a nursing home, and she recommended that the family hire her. They hired the friend...who turned out to be Jezebel. My dad's sisters (who did the hiring) didn't know the history, and when my mom found out what was going on, she told them. However, by this time my mamaw was pretty attached to Jezebel, and she was doing a good job of caring for her, so things were left as standing.

My grandfather visited my mamaw in the hospital once, and Jezebel flirted with him the whole time. My mom, ever longsuffering, let it go, even though it hurt to watch this hateful bitch act like she had every right to flaunt their history. She made no secret of the fact that she and my grandfather had a past, although her remarks would seem innocent enough if you didn't know the story. It was like she was deliberately flinging it in my mom's face.

Last night at the receiving, Nick and I walked in and sat down, then looked over. There was my grandfather, sitting with Jezebel, flirting like the old fool that he is, and she was lapping it up. My mom finally walked up to him, leaned down and whispered in his ear that he needed to GET UP. Jezebel got the sourest look on her face, and my grandfather, looking like a scolded child, got up and left completely. My mom sat down by Jezebel, apologized for any awkwardness, and generally treated the bitch much better than she deserved.

Jezebel spent the next hour flitting around the room, whispering and giggling to various people about what my mom had done. Finally, I walked up to her and said, "You were very good to my mamaw, and I appreciate that. But I loved both of my grandmothers very much, and I love my mom even more. I know that you think she's a pious meddler, but she has the courage of her convictions, and I'd appreciate it if you would show some respect to her and to our family."

She got this stunned "Who do you think you are" look on her face and said, "What do you mean, SHOW RESPECT? I haven't done anything disrespectful. I love your mom!"

I answered, "I've watched you walk around all night and talk to everyone about her when she's been nothing but kind to you, and I don't appreciate it."
"YOU'RE WRONG! I've not said anything bad about her!"

"If I'm wrong, I apologize, but that's what I've heard from you, and I wouldn't be a good daughter if I didn't say what I think."

Immediately, she ran to the back of the room and demanded of my poor mother if she'd done anything disrespectful to her. (Besides sleep with her dad and rub it in her mom's face, I thought). My mom, of course, said, "No, of course not!"

"Then you need to tell your daughter that, because she seems to think I have!"

My mom had no idea of the venom this woman had been spreading, and she looked at me in shock and begged me to apologize. I politely refused, stating that I'd meant everything that I said. Jezebel began yelling again, and I said, "This is a funeral home. We are not going to have this conversation here."

Jezebel stalked off, and I explained to my mom why I'd confronted her. Honestly, if it was just what happened when I was a kid, I wouldn't have felt like it was the time or the place (or even my place) to speak to her, but I CANNOT stand for people to talk about my mother behind her back. It's true, she drives me crazy all the time, but she's my mom, and no one else gets to talk about her. My mom apologized to me for asking me to apologize to Jezebel. Both Nick and I (and Morgan) and my parents left very soon after.

Everyone was going to my mamaw's house to eat, and I really didn't feel up to it, but I wasn't going to leave my mom alone with her, so we went too. We pulled in right behind my parents. My mom went in, and my dad stayed behind to walk me in. He told me that I'd said what needed to be said and that I had nothing to apologize for. He and Nick both told me that they were proud of me. But walking into that house was one of the most awkward experiences of my life. You could cut the tension with a knife. My dad decided after a minute to get my mom out of there before she arrived, and Nick and I left too. She pulled up just as we were leaving. Today I found out that several other people left when she came in.

I expected some of that awkwardness to remain at the funeral today, but fortunately, it never came up. It was however, just as exhausting as yesterday was. I honestly didn't expect to be as broken up as I was. I really thought I'd dealt with my emotions over the past couple of weeks, but it was just wrenching to see my aunts and my parents just collapse in grief. I'm just glad that it's over.

Letting go...

I want to thank all of you for your prayers for my family in regards to my grandmother. She passed away peacefully at about 20 minutes to five this afternoon. It's terribly hard to let go, but it's equally a relief to see her suffering ended and know that she's in heaven with her husband, parents, sister and two oldest sons.

Catharsis...

I got paddled last night. It wasn't for anything in particular, other than the fact that I just "needed a reminder." And it was just what I did need. The catch 22 for me is that, while I honestly don't want to do anything to deserve being "dealt with," I do have an honest need for the physical and emotional reassurance I get from being spanked. I'm incredibly fortunate to have a husband who understands (or at least recognizes) that need and never lets me go too long without it being met.

And while it is true that it didn't start out being any sort of punishment, it was the maiden voyage of the "move and we start over" rule. What started out as 50 turned into more like 115. He started the spanking by first making me choose a paddle (sucks hard!), then making me stand by the bed and lean on my hands. Next, my panties came down, and I was already in the right head space before the first swat fell. This was the first paddling in a long time that has moved me to tears, and it was such a welcome release. Afterwards was every bit as lovely as usual, and he made sure that I went to bed happy as well as sore. Mmmmm!

Yay!

Hooray! Erica's back! Go see Conjecture's of a Guilty Bystander !

What is Your Secret Spanking Fantasy?

I took Bonnie's spanking quiz. And I gotta say - it's pretty darn accurate!


Professor/Student - Young lady, your
behavior has been well below our standards.
Corrective discipline will be necessary.


What is Your Secret Spanking Fantasy?
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New Links! New Links!

I love finding new (to me) spanking/DD blogs! Here's a few more!
RnC Personal Correction
Pleasure of being a Spanked Wife
Black n Blue and Bamboo

Tagged...

1. Were you named after anyone?
I share a middle name with my aunt .

2. When did you last cry?
Yesterday. (But I'm better now).

3. What is your favorite lunch meat?
Roast beef

4. What is your most embarrassing CD?
The embarassing thing is how quickly all my new CDs mysteriously find a new home in Nick's truck. (No, honey, I haven't seen your new Breaking Benjamin CD. Why?)

5. Where is your second home?
The lake.

6. Do you trust others too easily?
Afraid not.

7. What was your favorite toy as a child?
My collection of miniature doll furniture/accessories. (Did I mention I once made Ken a paddle out of a popsicle stick?)

8. Would you bungee jump?
Would there be bees chasing me?

9. Do you think that you are strong?
Not recently

10. What are your favorite colors?
dark green and red

11. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
My tendency to procrastinate.

12. Who do you miss most?deceased?
Nick's mom.
Living?
My best friend from highschool.

13. What was the last thing you ate?
pasta salad.

14. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Hunter green

15. What is the weather like right now?
Freaking cold.

16. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My brother.

17. Do you wear contacts?
Yes

18. Last Movie You Watched?
part of Van Helsing

19. Favorite Day of the Year?
Christmas

20. Where Would You Want to Go on your Next Vacation?
A cruise

21. Favorite Smells?
Honeysuckle, roses, and Nick's special blend of grease and hard work.

22. What’s the furthest you’ve been away from home?
the Virgin Islands

Lady Calliah tagged me - now I'm picking Bonnie, Sue, Jo, and Shyanne !