New Links...

Here are a few more lovely blogs. I'll get the permanent links up on the side as soon as I can.

Cameo's Blog

Life with a Bit of Spanking

Spkrbryan's Blog

Well Spanked Bot

Spank the Weasel

Hidden Flames

And, for her especial love of Secretary and Dr. Gregory House...Bad Behavior

Still at it...

Well, I'm still working on the laundry - and still getting spanked for it. This makes 5 days in a row, counting Sunday at the cabin (a new record for me). Last night I got 20 with his belt, quite hard, but I managed to stay in place through the entire spanking. Tonight he went pretty easy on me for a few reasons. First of all, my bottom is pretty bruised and tender by now, and he was using the evil fish paddle, which is impossible to use for fun. Also, the dryer hose and vent somehow got plugged with a bird's nest, so nothing would dry until Nick diagnosed the problem and got it cleaned out.

The paddling was still definitely felt, but there were a few less than hard swats in there too. Sigh....by the time this is over I'll be sitting on one big purple bruise.

Ouchie...

Okay, getting spanked daily sucks. Last night I got another one for the laundry (I'm working on it!), and now I've got a big old bruise on my bottom. Now I don't mind bruises themselves. But I hated the way I got this one. Nick has decided that the AngelBrat paddle is the official "Laundry Reminder Paddle." And it hurts SOOOO bad! I ended up getting closer to 40 last night because I just couldn't hold still - and this was over jeans. Now I have a very sore bottom. And he added cleaning the bathroom into this whole thing, so I've got to get that done now too. Sigh. Off to do more laundry...

That was quick...

I just got a call from my mom - my dad's tests came back great! They think it may be a stomach issue causing the pain. Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers...

Please pray for my dad...

About 8 1/2 years ago my dad had 2 major heart attacks. He survived them, but he was out of commission for about 6 months recovering. Since then my mom has pushed and cajoled him into fairly regular checkups. A couple of months ago he had some routine tests, and everything looked great. Then a couple of days ago my mom told me that he'd been having chest pains again and was unusually fatigued, but he wouldn't go to the doctor because he'd just been checked out recently.

Well, he was taking a nap, but I went and woke him up and told him to get himself to the doctor before something happened, that I just couldn't lose him over something stupid like refusing to go. Sometimes he'll listen to me before he will my mom. So yesterday he emailed me at work and told me that he had an appointment at 1:00. My mom called me about 3:30 and told me that they had him in the ER and were going to admit him. Something came back abnormal on his EKG.

They came and got him about an hour ago for further tests, and if they find anything wrong, they'll do surgery today. I would very much appreciate your prayers for him.

A Sweet (if crowded) Anniversary

As I mentioned, our anniversary was yesterday. Well, we both had to work, which sucked, but I decided to make the best of it. (And it was very nice to come home to such sweet wishes here in the comments). I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home to pick up some laundry stuff, and a few essentials for the evening (think items in the lubricant family).

After Wal-Mart I went home and started cleaning the kitchen so it would be nice and spiffy when Nick got home.

That went well until I stepped out into the garage to take out the trash and stepped on The Sock of Death. I went sliding and executed a stunning and, let me assure you, QUITE unprecedented full split that put me rather efficiently underneath my Xterra. So I laid there with my face in dirty laundry (thinking, okay, missionary is out tonight) until Morgan came out to ask why I was laying in the floor.

Once I recovered enough to get up, I went in to start dinner. Money's a bit tight, so I was going with hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. While I was trying to get down the bowl to make the macaroni this giant Corel dish jumped off the top shelf of the cabinet and caught the side of my hand (SO SORE today), then hit the floor and shattered.

Well, Nick came home soon after and put a stop to the hot dogs, because he wanted to take me out (which was a bit of an extravagance, but hey, it was a special day). So we went to our local steak house (which happens to be pretty darn nice), and Morgan was soooo jealous because Nick wanted to sit on the same side of the booth with me. Of course I was terribly caught up in the romance of it (I almost always end up sitting beside Morgan, cutting meat, picking up utensils, etc.), but she was quite put out. Even so, we cuddled up together, and it was quite nice.

Then we went home and Morgan said, Hey! Let's celebrate your anniversary some more!" Well, we were trying to do that, but it wasn't exactly a family affair, if you know what I mean.

So I got her set up with Angelina Ballerina (I promise, I don't constantly farm her off to the TV, but for all the stuff I post about on here it's kind of necessary), and we went upstairs. Things were just about to get started with the new KY warming gel and massage oil when we heard small feet stampeding up the stairs. "I'm just going to play right here (outside our locked door), Mom. It's really nice here."

SO not conducive to sex. So we finally got her to go back downstairs, and we had sex, at which point he promptly fell asleep. But that was okay, because he did try to return the massage favor, but his eyes were drooping, so I told him I'd take a rain check. I'd very much enjoyed what we'd already done and was feeling rather sleepy and stuffed full of prime rib myself. So I updated on here for a few minutes, then put Morgan to bed and snuggled up with my very sexy husband of eight years.

A lovely evening, although a babysitter would have been a plus.

Now, for the spanking part: After we had Morgan occupied with TV (and before she came running up to "celebrate" with us), Nick took down the AngelBrat paddle. Yup, looks like he was serious about spanking me every night until the laundry is done. Now I wasn't thrilled about this, but I was warned, so I turned over. "You're getting twenty," he said. TWENTY? I can do twenty standing on my head! Or so I thought. I got out of position probably 4 times. It freakin' HURT! Friends, I was well and truly spanked in only twenty swats!

And I've got another coming tonight. Sigh...

A lovely day and more links...

Well, today was our anniversary, and it was lovely (at least after we both got off work). However, I'm extremely tired right now, so I'll post more about it tomorrow. But for now, here are a few new links to enjoy. I'll get them all added to the links section on the right as soon as possible.

Katie's Spanking Blog (By Katie Spade, Real Spankings model and "The Princess of Spanking"

Spanking Katie Spades (Katie's Yahoo Group)

Spanking and Marital Bliss by Sassy

Angel Reflection by Gina

Cassie's Space by Cassie

Fanny Annie's Blog by Fanny Annie

We're back!

Nick, Morgan and I just got back from our vacation. It was too short! But we really had a lovely time. We went up to the cabin on Wednesday, where Nick's grandparents left us the keys and the fixings for a steak dinner. We didn't do a whole lot on Wednesday other than unpack and just kind of chill out.

Thursday we went to a local amusement park we have season passes to, where Morgan very bravely rode a couple of water rides she previously hated. This time she decided that the roller coaster one just tickled her belly a bit, and the other one was very funny in that Mommy got soaked.

Friday we had to come back in to get Nick's paycheck and pay some bills, not to mention feed the dog (when you have a house full of spanko toys it kind of puts a damper on asking anyone to feed the pets for you). We had planned to have some friends up to the cabin for a cookout that night, but the husband ended up having to work late, so we just headed into a nearby mountain town to do cheesy touristy stuff. I found a fun hand shaped flyswatter like these (I ran out of room on my camera, so this shot I found online) which will be good for play.


Yesterday we did some swimming and Nick and I both ended up sunburned (not lack of sunscreen, just pale, Irish skin). A bit later Nick did some very successful fishing until Morgan decided to join him and "help". It turns out that little feet stomping across a dock is a bit of a tell for the fish.

Today was pack up and go day, so we got the cabin in shape and took off for some putt-putt, then swung back by the cabin to load everything up.

Okay, that's the family part. Here's the couple part:

The spanking I was due didn't happen before we left, somewhat to my frustration, because I figured that he just wouldn't want to deal with it during our time off together. I mentioned it on Wednesday, and we had a short, poorly timed conversation (he was very close to falling asleep) that ended with him saying something like "I'm sorry I've not gotten to it, but this isn't my thing, so sometimes you may have to remind me." Okay, for me "This isn't my thing" is a conversation ender. Whether he means it this way or not, the way it comes across is "You aren't my thing." And deep down inside, I know that he doesn't mean it that way, but it just stabs at every insecurity I have as a spanko.

So, I very cheerfully said, "Okay!", turned out the lamp, turned over, and let him drift off to sleep, which took about 35 seconds. Then I got up, went out on the porch, and bawled my eyes out for an hour. But I honestly wasn't just out there feeling sorry for myself. I spent the time taking a serious look at what DD meant to us as a couple, and I decided that just maybe I've been asking Nick to be something he isn't, and that maybe that's not such a healthy thing. So I cried some more, and prayed, and cried yet some more, and decided that he'd given me 2 1/2 good years of DD, and that it was time to let it go. It just hadn't felt like we were a team for a while, and I felt like maybe DD and my expectations of it were part of the reason. I never wanted to make him live his life in a mold that didn't fit.

I decided that rather than making a big dramatic announcement ("You're free!") that would doubtless lead to a big messy crying fit on my part that I would just stop bringing it up. Ever. I would leave it up to him to continue with DD if he wanted, still treating him respectfully and as HoH, but I would put away all the implements at home and never mention spanking again. And eventually, when months passed without him bringing it up, I could stop thinking about it every day.

So I cried myself out and went to bed, and tried hard to forget that I'm a spanko. But a hundred things went wrong, from the cancelled cookout on Friday which was rescheduled for Saturday and then recancelled for the same reason to the depressing process of having to take time out of our vacation to deal with money issues, which put Nick in a bad mood. I just couldn't get past the nameless ache in my heart that I knew was rooted in the decision that I nonetheless felt was right.

This morning I got up early and fixed myself breakfast, then hung out and read a magazine. Nick joined me before I had my Toaster Streudel out of the toaster, and he watched me read and studiously avoid any attempt to draw me into conversation. Then he got up and came back with this.
Now this was something we got for Nick's grandfather a few years ago. It's the sturdiest flyswatter known to man. The handle is made from a fishing rod (thus, a "fly rod" for those of you who will appreciate the humor). Okay, now I had a problem. Clearly he intended to make good on the promised spanking, so now I had to tell him what I had decided. The conversation went something like this:

"Look, can we talk about this for a minute?"

"Nope. There's nothing to talk about. I want you to get your butt up."

"No, seriously. I need to tell you something. I...I think maybe it's time we let this go. No, wait, I'm serious! I've given this a lot of thought, and I feel like maybe this has been enough. You've given me two and 1/2 years of DD, and I can't keep asking this from you..."

"I don't care what you thought - this is going to happen. You've had a bad attitude for weeks, and we're going to take care of it right now. Now get up!"

At that point I decided that maybe it would be best to just take the spanking and try to explain afterwards, when it wouldn't look like I was just trying to get out of it. So I asked him to close the blinds (we were on the screened-in porch) and the curtains that looked out from the living room in case Morgan woke up. He agreed and ordered me to pull down my pants and panties and bend over the ottoman. I obeyed, and was in position by the time he got back out.

Okay, to say that I got spanked is like saying Hiroshima went through a bit of a bombing. I got SPANKED. He started with the flyswatter, which feels like a thousand angry bees. Then, when he wasn't sure he was getting his point across, he began spanking with his hand. His hand hurt worse than I ever remember it doing before, and when his hand got tired, he took off his belt. Now I HATE getting spanked with his belt. It just plain hurts like nobody's business. And he doesn't use it very often. He doesn't have to. He alternated between the flyswatter, his hand, and his belt for the whole punishment. I have no idea how long the spanking went on, but I do know that I spent most of it begging him to stop and promising to do absolutely anything he wanted me to. He answered the promises with, " I want you to change your attitude" which I swiftly agreed to. I was near tears before the first swat, so I was sobbing like a baby by the time it was over. (Thankfully the neighbors were all gone).

When he was finished he let me go to the bathroom, and I came back, wiping my eyes and determined to have this conversation. What I got was a much needed and very reassuring lecture about how there was no way he was giving up DD. He told me that we both had contributed to the recent distance between us, but that he felt like it was mostly his fault, because he'd just been letting me get away with too much, which didn't leave me feeling very safe. He said that he hadn't taken advantage of the opportunities he'd had to bring me back in line, that he hadn't been taking care of me the way he should, and that all of that was changing as of now.

Of course all of that did exactly what it was supposed to, which was jerk me back into line and address the issues that made me spiral in the first place. One issue that has been a serious bone of contention between us lately has been the laundry, so, feeling quite brave, I told him that I felt like I really should have done better with it, and that maybe until it's all finished, I should be punished every night. He said that was a rather fine idea, at which point all my bravery fled, and I tried to invoke the 30-second rule on my suggestion. That didn't work, so apparently starting tomorrow I'll be getting spanked every night until the laundry is done.

My husband is just the greatest guy ever. I've not exactly been a picnic to live with myself, and that's not his fault. But still he stepped in and calmed my fears and reset my heart and checked me before I could do something that would ultimately hurt us both. He could see that this is something we both need, and also that I was projecting my fears about it onto him. He's so good to me.

Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.

Off to the lake...

Nick and I are on vacation this week. Well, I'm on vacation this week. He's not been at his current job long enough to qualify for an official vacation yet, but since he works 4 on and 5 off, we're still able to take a few days together. He'll be off tomorrow through Sunday. Tomorrow morning we're leaving to go up to the cabin where we spent our honeymoon, and we'll stay through Sunday evening. The cabin belongs to Nick's grandparents, and they always let us stay for our anniversary. The big day isn't actually until Monday (8 years!), by which time we'll both be back at work, but we couldn't work it out so that Nick could have that time off.

Anyway, it will be heaven to have some time away. The cabin sits right on the lake, and we'll be able to get in some great fishing and swimming. I've spent the last two days trying to get the laundry at least mostly done and getting things packed. Morgan is bouncing-off-the-walls excited. She asks about "our cabin" all year long, and I have a feeling she's going to have a hard time getting to sleep tonight.

I've still not been spanked, and I hope that can be dealt with tonight. I got spanked at the cabin last year, but there are neighbors, and it's really not an ideal atmosphere for the kind of spanking I need (ahem, noisy). Not to mention the fact that it's hard to get Morgan to sleep up there without Nick and I turning out the lights and going to bed too. Here at home the house is big enough that if she isn't asleep, we can get her occupied with a louder than normal TV and mask any remaining sound with closed doors and running fans. BUT, spanking dealt with or not, I'm excited to be leaving tomorrow. I may check back on Friday (we have to come back for a few hours to get his paycheck and pay some bills), but otherwise, have a great week, and I'll report all when I get back!

Happy Father's Day!

This is a bit late, but yesterday was pretty packed. I want to say a big Happy Father's Day to all of the wonderful men out there who spend every day doing what needs to be done, who work hard at a job that may suck, and pick up odd jobs along the way to make ends meet, who crawl in after a long hard day and still make time for tea parties and Dr Seuss. My sweetheart is one of the hardest working men I know, but he always has time to be a great dad (and a great husband!), and I'm fortunate enough to be able to say that I married a man just like Daddy. My own father held close the same principles of God and family, and I was a very loved little girl indeed. Happy Father's Day and thank you.

Shaky

DD has felt shaky for me lately. Money has been super-tight, work has sucked hard, and I just can't seem to get ahead of the laundry. Nick has been extremely stressed, mostly because of the money situation (our vacation is next week, and we're pretty much busted - thank God for the lake), but also because stress has made me wheel around on edge. As Nick said tonight, I've been coming at him with my claws out at every turn. The last spanking I got was much needed, but it was maybe less defined than I needed it to be. I guess I'm just feeling out of control and defiant, and what I need is to be firmly punished. Tonight Nick told me that I have a spanking coming. Thank God...

I've got a secret...

A quilt to warm in many ways...

The other day our down comforter developed a hole in it which, over the course of a few days, resulted in a virtual feather storm in the bedroom and led in part to the spanking I got last Saturday. Anyway, the down comforter is no longer on the bed, and I got out a quilt that my great aunt made for me when Nick and I hadn't been married for very long.

I loved the quilt when I got it, and I have to admit that it certainly stirred my spanko juices a bit, although I'm sure that was not her intention (or was it? Hmmm?). However, at the time spanking was a rather touchy subject between us, and I put the quilt away in favor of one that matched our sheets, and honestly, kind of forgot that I had it. So the other day when I went looking for a replacement blanket, I was delighted to find it again. And as I really looked at the pattern, it gave me naughty schoolgirl thoughts all over again, and I wanted to share it here. If you'll notice, the border of each square is made of rulers labeled "Board of Education." (Click on the picture to enlarge). Yummy!

Bachelor's Degree

I found this gem over at Domestic Discipline Diary. Thanks, Janeen!

The University of Blogging Presents to AngelBrat An Honorary Bachelor of Self Portraiture Majoring in Anonymous Commenting Signed Dr. GoQuiz.com ®

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Wheeee!

I've actually got a bruised bottom! Yippee! Okay, sounds crazy, I know. But I never mark anymore, and I happen to love spanking marks. When Nick first started spanking me I was a tiny little undernourished thing who bruised if you gave me a dirty look, and just his hand turned my fragile little bottom into a mass of bruises. Of course that was 8 years and many pounds ago. Plus, usually I get paddled with rather more frequency than once a month these days, so usually I develop a bit of a tolerance for it, or at least my bottom doesn't bruise like it used to.

But yesterday's run-in with Jokari left me with a considerably large oval shaped reminder in a lovely shade of purple, as well as an ambitious smattering of reddish purple spots all over the rest of the targeted area. Why do I love marks so much? I certainly wasn't very happy while I was getting them. But I needed the spanking, and having visible evidence that it happened is a very erotic reminder to me that Nick loves me enough to have given it to me. And that's always sexy...

Updates

Okay, I've got all kinds of links to update. But first of all I want to say a huge thank you to Bonnie for a lovely post on her blog. Thank you!

Sue has moved her blog to Typepad, so check her out at All Kinds of Everything.

Good Angel has moved to Dangerous Curves Ahead.

Go visit Tigger at A Spanking Good Time.

Storm Rider and Wind Walker have joined blogs at Storm & Wind.

Also, check out a fantastic blog at PaulSez.

Enjoy!

Renewed...

This morning I got a long hard spanking. Well, it probably wasn't really that hard, but it's been over a month since I'd had a serious spanking, and over three weeks since I'd been spanked even for fun. You could say that my butt wasn't quite as tough as it used to be.

This was probably more punishment than anything else, considering we'd spent the first part of the morning doing some heavy cleaning on the bedroom. I lay on the bed, and Nick pulled down my jeans and panties. He held me close and alternated between his hand, the AngelBrat paddle, and Jokari. It didn't take much to get me in tears, which was exactly where I needed to be. Afterwards he brought me to a fantastic orgasm, and I returned the favor with my lips. It was so much what I needed, and I felt completely renewed and so close to him.

Thank you, Sugar!