So that's the secret!

We went to Gander Mountain yesterday, and I found this* in the boating section. If only I'd known it was so simple!

*Enlarge for detail

3287 days ago...*

3287 days ago I walked down the center aisle of a tiny country church and married the man I love. I was twenty years old, still a virgin when I made that trip to stand before my nineteen year old groom. I remember that day so very clearly. The church was sweltering - they'd forgotten to turn on the air until about an hour before the wedding. It was a small building, but not so small that it could be cooled in an hour - an hour filled with scurrying activity as my bridesmaids and I got dressed and the final adjustments were made to the decor. I recall catching a glimpse of Nick out the church window, and ducking back so that he wouldn't see me before I walked down the aisle. I remember a video camera peeking in to catch me decked out in yards of pearls and lace, bright red lipstick and matching nails. I remember my bouquet, red, red roses, just what I wanted.

I remember the way that it was all of a sudden time to go, the crowd was standing, the bridal marching was playing, my groom was waiting...and I remember taking a deep breath, thinking to myself, "Okay, here we go, I can do this, I'm absolutely ready." And then my dad held out his hand to me and, with the tenderest look on his face, said "Come on, Baby. It's time." And I nearly came undone. Tears flooded my eyes as I saw my wedding through my father's eyes, saw flash across his face twenty years of love and devotion, twenty years of cut knees and dried tears, twenty years of teaching me how to walk, to ride a bike, to drive a car. And I saw that with his whole heart he wanted me to be happy. And I swallowed hard, took his hand, tucked mine into his arm, and marched down to meet my new life.

And I remember the look on Nick's face when he saw me, the tears glistening in his own eyes, and I heard my father answer the question "Who gives this woman to be wed?" loud and clear with "Her mother and I." And he handed me off to the care of another man, one he trusted and was proud to call his new son. And I remember trying not to rush through my vows, wanting to repeat my lines before the preacher finished reciting his, ready, ready, ready to promise it all, to love, to honor, to obey, to cherish, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, from this day forward, so long as we both should live. And the kiss, oh the kiss - it was such magic, such perfection, and there we'd done it, two kids with little to their names but love for each other, but oh what a love! And we barely got outside before we were in each others arms again, repeating that magical kiss, this time unscripted, completely unaware of our wedding party spilling out behind us, congratulations filling the hot summer air.

The reception was lovely, a veritable feast, my mother's heart and soul evident in each exquisite appetizer, and it seemed to last forever, a joyous occasion yes, but one that was keeping us there when we were ready to go, to get started, to be husband and wife! But eventually the time passed, and we were bundled into my green Camaro, which waited for us covered with well wishes scrawled in shaving cream, the glove box stuffed with condoms. And when we were inside, the night fell away, and the enormity of what we had just done filled us, and it still felt so very, very right.

*Title concept borrowed from my friend Mary.

Sniff...

I got spanked tonight, and it hurt - really, really bad. He used Jokari, and he spanked me really hard with it. And

Eeeep!

I'm so getting a spanking. I'm too embarrassed to go into what I did, but suffice it to say it involves the bank account. The fact that I fixed the issue may go a bit toward mitigating the punishment, but it's still going to be a pretty bad one. Not looking forward to this one.

Hehehe...

Grabbed from Lady C:

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And since the last post was no fun...

A few goodies I found on Photobucket:

Ugghh!

Warning - this is a non-spanking and kind of gross post, so if you want to skip, feel free.

Well this sucks. Okay, about 8 years ago I had a small sebaceous cyst develop on my right upper back/shoulder area. I went to my doctor, and he told me that it was nothing to worry about. It was painless, and not very large, just a bump under my skin, so I let it go. But after about 2 years, it became infected and abcessed. It was incredibly painful, and surgery to excise it was recommended. I didn't want to do the surgery for a couple of reasons, not the least of which was anxiety about the anesthesia. The doctor gave me a shot of antibiotics, and within a few days the cyst came to a head and ruptured. This was AWFUL. The stuff inside had to be squeezed out of the very sore surrounding tissue, and it was literally worse than childbirth. Well, once that was done, I decided to definitely not have the surgery, because the infection was gone, and with a 4 and 1/2 month old baby, I didn't need to deal with not being able to lift for a couple of weeks, which would've been the case after surgery.

Everything was fine for another two years. Then the cyst started coming back. It wasn't infected, but it was growing. Morgan was a toddler by then, and with the memory of all the pain before in mind, I told Nick I was going to get it removed before it became infected again. Literally two days after that conversation, before I could get in to see the doctor, infection set in again. I scheduled the surgery for as soon as possible, but that turned out to be a couple of weeks away, and it ruptured again before then. I went through the whole painful draining process again. I went ahead with the surgery so that it wouldn't happen again.

Unfortunately, the surgeon I ended up with was less than competent. I didn't realize to what extent until just recently. After the surgery I had a rather large scar, but the surgeon told me that this was because he'd had to do a lot of digging to get it all and berated me for not coming in before it ruptured this time (like I wanted to wait three weeks for the surgery). He was rude and belligerent the whole time I dealt with him, but I just wrote it off as him having a bad bedside manner. When I went back in to have the stitches removed, rather than cleaning them to loosen any scabbing around them, he basically ripped them out and left me bleeding again. I probably should have talked to someone at the hospital about his manner and treatment, but I was too intimidated, and I just wanted the whole thing done with.

As my scar healed I realized just what a lazy job he had done of sewing me back up. The scar is about three inches long, and he only put in about 6 stitches. I have scars from each of the stiches running across the main scar, and the whole thing is really ugly. Okay, the appearance has always bothered me, but at least I wouldn't have to deal with the cyst again, right? Wrong. The cyst is back. While we were on vacation I showed it to Nick, and he told me that I needed to go get it removed again, this time by a competent surgeon. I agreed, but it became infected again before we could get back in town. By the time Nick and I were alone and settled in Thursday night I was in too much pain for us to play. I went to the doctor again yesterday morning and he gave me more antibiotics to hopefully clear up the infection. This is the worst possible time for this to happen, because I'm in Nick's sister's wedding in two weeks, in a lovely spaghetti strap bridesmaid's dress. I was going to cover the scar with make-up, but it's going to be a bit more difficult now.

A side note about the surgeon who did the excision: My brother is a surgical tech, and the other day was was telling my mother about this horrible doctor he assisted in a gallbladder removal. Now obviously I'm no surgeon myself, but my brother said that a gallbladder removal is one of the most technically simple surgeries out there. During this simple procedure, the surgeon manage to stab the patient's liver with his scalpel and spill bile all over the open cavity. My brother refused to finish assisting and got someone else to do it because he didn't want to be involved with anything happening in the room. He said this doctor was basically butchering the patient, and the man should not be in practice. I asked him if he was going to report him, and he said that he's been reported numerous times, but he's been lucky enough not to kill anyone yet, so nothing has been done about him. Then I asked him the doctor's name. Yep, it was my surgeon. My brother told me I was lucky not to have ended up with an infection and died.

I won't list his name here, because I have no desire to put something so regionally identifying to myself on here, but I will say that he works solely for Baptist Health Systems. If you are facing surgery with someone in that system, if you will email me with your surgeon's name, I'll tell you if you it's this guy or not.

Anyway, please keep me in your prayers. I'm in a lot of pain right now, and chances are it will get worse before it gets better. Ideally I'd love for the infection to go away and the cyst to be reabsorbed. I really don't want to go through another surgery.

We're back!

We're back from the lake. It was lovely there most of the time, although it did rain a couple of days. Even that was welcome, though - it really cooled things down to a pleasant temperature. It was a lot of fun, but it's good to be back home. My mom is watching Morgan tonight, so Nick and I have some time alone. And on that note...

Happy Father's Day!

Vacation

My vacation starts today - yipee! This evening we'll begin our yearly trip to the cabin where we spent our honeymoon - we'll be up there through Wednesday. I'll be taking my laptop just in case, but I don't think there will be wi-fi close by, so I probably won't be posting again until we get back. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers this week - I had a job interview this past Thursday for a position in another department. I know that this is in God's hands and that if it's part of His plan the job will be mine, but if it's not, I need grace to be content where I'm at now. The good news is that I got a raise yesterday, which makes my current job a little more appealing. My company has various pay grades for different positions, and each pay grade has a range of about $7.00 an hour. My current job is a pay grade under the one I interviewed for, but the grades overlap a great deal. What that means is that as I'm in the middle of my pay grade now, I could actually be offered less if they wanted to start me out at the bottom of the next pay grade. I can't take the job if that's the case, even if they do offer it to me, because we can't afford for me to take a cut. Also, the new job would require me to pay for monthly parking, which is free where I'm at now. What I'm really hoping for is that they will give me the job at what I'm making now plus about 20¢ on the hour, which will cover the parking cost but still fall well within the pay grade (in the lower half even). That would make this a lateral move income-wise, but the job really appeals to me on a number if levels, and it would also put me in the department where one of my best girlfriends works. Not a necessity, I know, but certainly a nice bonus! I love my company, but after seven and 1/2 years doing the same thing, another department would be nice for a change. At any rate, I should hear back sometime this week. I'll leave you with this cute icon I found surfing Photobucket:

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Gratitude Tuesday

It's Gratitude Tuesday again! Today I want to say how grateful I am for all of (well, most of) our spanking toys! We have a ton, as pictures I've posted will attest, and they all have their merit. Last night I got a lovely good girl spanking with both of our Leather Thorn paddles - yum!

To mention a few of the best:

Jokari: Okay, this one is almost never any fun, but when it comes to my deepest discipline needs, it absolutely gets the job done, and I have to say I'm glad we have it.

The AngelBrat Paddle: This one is lovely. It was a Christmas gift a couple of years ago, one of my favorites ever. It really packs a punch when used for punishment, but it's soooo amazing for erotic spanking!

The Brat Paddle: Another one of John's creations, this one was a gift from him. It's a lighter version of the AngelBrat Paddle, and equally amazing!

The Lady Elizabeth Bath Brush: This is my favorite brush. It's the second one we've had, and we got it at Wal-Mart for less that $4.00. Sadly it seems that they've stopped carrying them, although they have the rest of the Lady Elizabeth bath care line. Somehow a bath loofah on a stick doesn't seem as threatening.

Spanko font...

So I found this font today. It's called "Pale Bottom." Just so you know.

Spanking Hasselhoff Style

For all you Knight Rider and Baywatch fans...

New Links

I have a new round of links for you to visit!

Amber's Spank Blog

Amber's Spanking Journey

BB's Spanking Adventures

Cornertime for Naughty Girls

Daddy's Little Deviant

More Than This

My Scratching Post

Naughty Princess Gets Spanked

One Spanko's Thoughts

Spank A Bottom

Spanked Men

And one that especially intrigues me:

The Spanking Bench

Gratitude Tuesday

Today I'm thankful for my friends. I am blessed with some truly wonderful people in my life. Nick of course is my best friend, and I thank God for him every day. Before we were romantically involved we were the closest of friends, and that has helped lay a solid foundation for our marriage.

I have a couple of very close girlfriends with whom I can share almost everything, and recently I've had the pleasure of rebuilding friendships with some old friends I'd lost touch with over the years.

Last, but certainly not least, I have some wonderful friends here online! My relationships with some of you here is every bit as real and special as my relationships with friends I see in the flesh on a regular basis. And there's definitely a level to our relationships that goes beyond those flesh and blood friends - not only can I share the part of me that is DD and spanking, but you understand!

Happy Gratitude Tuesday!

After all...

So I didn't get spanked Friday night. We had so much going on that we just didn't have the time to get to it. Saturday we had the yard sale in the morning and my reunion dinner until late that night. The plan was to take care of it by yesterday, but we had church in the morning, Morgan and I took a long nap, and after I got back up, Nick and I stayed up watching a movie we'd had for a week and hadn't had a chance to watch yet. By the time we got to bed Nick was too tired, and honestly, to me it seemed pointless by then anyway. I no longer needed to be motivated for the yard sale, and my dinner was over (and went quite well by the way). I was feeling a real need for him to be dominant, but I knew he was tired, so I didn't push it.

Today when I got home I got on the phone with a good friend who was at the dinner and we spent a couple of hours talking about how the night went and reminiscing about the people who were there and how they were in high school. Before I knew it Nick was home. I hung up with my friend and started asking him about his day. While I'd been on the phone Morgan had made a mess in the kitchen and left a few toys in the bathroom. I was playing online while I asked him about his day, and I could hear him muttering as he came across each mess. The final straw though was when he went to the kitchen to fix himself something to drink.

"Young lady! Come here!" I heard him yell. Something told me sitting where I was and asking what he wanted would be a bad idea. I got up, and by the time I got to the kitchen he was headed up the stairs. My heart sinking, I followed him up, and as soon as I got to the bedroom he took down the orange spatula and demanded to know how many times I thought I was going to walk past a sink full of dishes without loading the dishwasher. He turned me around and pushed me down over the bed and went to work on my bottom. It didn't take very long at all to have me begging and promising, and it was with a very sore bottom that I loaded the dishwasher. It seems that there was a point after all.

Round two...

Well, I've been introduced to the orange spatula I bought the other day. Last night's spanking was relatively short, but hard. No flower marks, but plenty of redness.

It turned out to be more for punishment than I was expecting due mostly to the fact that I wasn't paying attention night before last when he told me he wanted the bathroom sink cleared of all the random lotions and potions I don't use on a daily basis and wiped sparkling clean. I wasn't purposely ignoring what he told me to do, but I didn't listen like I should have.

I ended up getting somewhere around 35 or 40 licks, and I've got a nice bruise on each cheek today. He told me last night that he plans to revisit the Icy Hot during tonight's spanking. I'm off to clean the bathroom sink...