Saturday, April 09, 2005
The Point of No Return...
I get that hollow feeling in my stomach just thinking about the way it feels the moment my panties come down.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Moderate
How nice to not be thought of as off the wall for once!
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Certified Brat
Yes, you too can be a certified brat! All it requires is a printer to run off your own copy and a simple frame to display your credentials in!
eBay Winnings
This is what I won off of eBay yesterday. It's called the Pocket Popper Fanny Paddle, and I got it for $0.99! Well, plus shipping, but still not very much. It doesn't look toooo dangerous, but I guess we'll see. This, by the way, was not the one I was talking about when I referred to a vicious paddle I was bidding on.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Comments and an Apology to NonBlogger Members
Tonight I read a post on Aunty Agony commented on that post, stating that she had come to the same realization, and she was kind enough to say how she fixed it. So, I went and corrected the settings, and now everyone should be able to comment. I'm always glad to get feedback from anyone who reads here, and I'm very sorry if any of you had thoughts to share and were unable to do so. My friend Sue started her blog so that she could comment here, but I didn't know there was a way to make it so that you don't have to have a Blogger account or even a password. Anyway, it's all fixed now, so please keep reading (and get to posting! LOL)
McClintock - by Alan
This was a terrific version of the famous end-of-chase scene in McClintock. Great job, Alan!
New Blog in Town...
Thanks to Michelle at Natty's Spanking Blog for posting about a new spanking blog! It's called Spankophille, and it's definitely worth checking out. It's just about a week old, but the writer has a great start. Drop by for a visit!
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Um, I gotta stay off eBay
Before Sunday, I had never used eBay. I'd looked around, typed "spanking" and "paddles" and "spanking paddles" in the search bar, but I'd never actually bid on anything.
Sunday night Nick and I were sitting around surfing the net (how nineties am I?), when he suggested I go to eBay. His intention was for me to try to find flowmasters for his truck, but of course I got side-tracked looking at spanking stuff. And I saw this:
My dream home is a log cabin on the lake, but for now, my little story and a half in a subdivision holds all my fishing lodge dreams. I absolutely loved this decorative boat oar, and it said "Buy it now for $8.00"
I decided to get it, and Nick didn't object, and before I knew it, I'd gotten myself an eBay ID and a Paypal account. Well, that was a rather heady experience, just pointing, clicking, and owning. Nick turned over and went to sleep, and the siren's call got even more seductive.
Pretty soon I had bid on some stuffed and mounted taxidermy fish, a small decorative row boat, and...a rather vicious looking paddle (I know - what was I thinking?). This morning I got up to find that I had won one of the fish, and I bid on some more decorative stuff.
Tonight, I checked my bids, and got seduced by the fishing pictures frames offered by some of the sellers. Now all in all, there's not a huge amount on the line. My winning bids right now only add up to $31.17, and some of the items have over 5 days to go. But when you add in shipping (more than the item costs on most), it goes up a bit.
I'm going to stay away.
Really.
Unless someone outbids me.
Hehehe...just kidding, honey.
Sunday night Nick and I were sitting around surfing the net (how nineties am I?), when he suggested I go to eBay. His intention was for me to try to find flowmasters for his truck, but of course I got side-tracked looking at spanking stuff. And I saw this:
My dream home is a log cabin on the lake, but for now, my little story and a half in a subdivision holds all my fishing lodge dreams. I absolutely loved this decorative boat oar, and it said "Buy it now for $8.00"
I decided to get it, and Nick didn't object, and before I knew it, I'd gotten myself an eBay ID and a Paypal account. Well, that was a rather heady experience, just pointing, clicking, and owning. Nick turned over and went to sleep, and the siren's call got even more seductive.
Pretty soon I had bid on some stuffed and mounted taxidermy fish, a small decorative row boat, and...a rather vicious looking paddle (I know - what was I thinking?). This morning I got up to find that I had won one of the fish, and I bid on some more decorative stuff.
Tonight, I checked my bids, and got seduced by the fishing pictures frames offered by some of the sellers. Now all in all, there's not a huge amount on the line. My winning bids right now only add up to $31.17, and some of the items have over 5 days to go. But when you add in shipping (more than the item costs on most), it goes up a bit.
I'm going to stay away.
Really.
Unless someone outbids me.
Hehehe...just kidding, honey.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Just popping in...
I can't really blog right now - I have to go clean the bathroom. Nick gave me a stay of execution on a spanking yesterday - on the condition the bathroom is spotless when he gets home. Don't want to make him regret it!
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Yipeee!
Woohoo! My little blog is 3 weeks old today, and I hit 11,000 visitors sometime this afternoon. Thank you for reading!
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Paddling Pool - By Alan
Before Nick and I were parents, we made several trips a week to a local billiards hall. The place was small, dingy, and smoky, but it was inexpensive, and that was a selling point in our early days of marriage. We've been back very few times since we became responsible, parenting adults, but when we have made it for old time's sake, I always feel such a rush of sexual energy. It just takes me right back to the days when sex at any minute was a possibility (probability, even!). We once bet on a game with each other - winner takes the other's underwear home in his/her pocket. I lost my panties, and got a very nice spanking when we got home!
Friday, April 01, 2005
Spring Spanking
This is another beauty of Alan's. I love the way he framed her still pale bottom between the dark fabrics.
Spanking Bench
I have secret fantasies about having a spanking bench. I'd prefer one with restraints, because part of the fantasy for me is being bound in place for the spanking. In real life, when I have to be held down to prevent me from say, accidentally kicking him in the balls, I get panicky, but that's usually when I'm surprised by how hard the spanking is turning out to be, not because I'm afraid he will injure me. I'm not sure how I would react if I was strapped down for a punishment, but for play, the idea is incredibly hot.
The First Fun One in DD
Tonight when I came home I reading through the blogs I regularly visit. A post on Unwrapping the Layers caught my eye. In it J talked about how some of the other women bloggers really made this DD thing seem easy, and she linked a couple of blogs in her post as examples. Imagine my surprise when I clicked on one of the links and found myself here! I make it look easy?
It made me really happy to think that I at least look like I've got this thing down pat, and it made me think about how much easier it really has gotten. In the beginning, everything was a struggle. One of the hardest things (for me anyway) was separating sex and discipline. When I first introduced the idea of DD, Nick was completely convinced (understandably) that this was all a big sexual game for me. So he told me very shortly that I could have it one way or the other. If I wanted spankings as part of sex, I could have them. If I wanted them for discipline, I could have those. But not both.
I was desperate for this to work, so I quickly agreed. And in the beginning, that was fine. The punishment "atmosphere" still felt so contrived, and I was so unused to actual discipline, that it was impossible for me not to be turned on a little, even when it really really hurt.
But eventually, the punishments began to feel real, and when I tentatively asked for spankings during sex, Nick was quick to point out that that was not the deal. Soon, all I had to associate with a huge part of my sexuality was disappointment and punishment. I was in a bad place for a few months.
Then we took a camping trip. At the time we were practicing regular maintenance spankings, and it happened to be the day of the week that they usually happened. I had mentioned it briefly before we left home for the campground, but he said we weren't going to deal with it right then.
That night, after our little girl was asleep in the tent, we sat in front of the fire and talked. Suddenly, he got up and led me to the picnic table. He bent me over it and pulled down my panties. He slipped inside me and made love to me. When we were finished, he asked me how many things I had on my list, and, a bit surprised by the sudden shift in topic, I answered that I had 30 swats coming.
He smacked my bottom a few times, and I tried to get up, afraid the campers across the lake would hear and investigate. He bent me back over, telling me what a naughty girl I'd been, and suddenly, I realized this was a very different type of spanking. It wasn't the longest play spanking I've ever had, but it was incredibly hot. The semi-publicness, the earthiness of the surroundings, the possibility of discovery all made the experience incredibly sexy. And I'd actually entertained a spanking/camping fantasy for a very long time.
That night was a turning point for us. We sat and had our first really frank discussion about where we were going with this whole DD thing, and we realized that it was possible to play with spanking without undermining the serious aspect of it. After that the pseudo-dom/pueudo-sub feeling fell away, and it began to feel less like a game and more like real life.
Hmmm...it's almost camping weather again.
It made me really happy to think that I at least look like I've got this thing down pat, and it made me think about how much easier it really has gotten. In the beginning, everything was a struggle. One of the hardest things (for me anyway) was separating sex and discipline. When I first introduced the idea of DD, Nick was completely convinced (understandably) that this was all a big sexual game for me. So he told me very shortly that I could have it one way or the other. If I wanted spankings as part of sex, I could have them. If I wanted them for discipline, I could have those. But not both.
I was desperate for this to work, so I quickly agreed. And in the beginning, that was fine. The punishment "atmosphere" still felt so contrived, and I was so unused to actual discipline, that it was impossible for me not to be turned on a little, even when it really really hurt.
But eventually, the punishments began to feel real, and when I tentatively asked for spankings during sex, Nick was quick to point out that that was not the deal. Soon, all I had to associate with a huge part of my sexuality was disappointment and punishment. I was in a bad place for a few months.
Then we took a camping trip. At the time we were practicing regular maintenance spankings, and it happened to be the day of the week that they usually happened. I had mentioned it briefly before we left home for the campground, but he said we weren't going to deal with it right then.
That night, after our little girl was asleep in the tent, we sat in front of the fire and talked. Suddenly, he got up and led me to the picnic table. He bent me over it and pulled down my panties. He slipped inside me and made love to me. When we were finished, he asked me how many things I had on my list, and, a bit surprised by the sudden shift in topic, I answered that I had 30 swats coming.
He smacked my bottom a few times, and I tried to get up, afraid the campers across the lake would hear and investigate. He bent me back over, telling me what a naughty girl I'd been, and suddenly, I realized this was a very different type of spanking. It wasn't the longest play spanking I've ever had, but it was incredibly hot. The semi-publicness, the earthiness of the surroundings, the possibility of discovery all made the experience incredibly sexy. And I'd actually entertained a spanking/camping fantasy for a very long time.
That night was a turning point for us. We sat and had our first really frank discussion about where we were going with this whole DD thing, and we realized that it was possible to play with spanking without undermining the serious aspect of it. After that the pseudo-dom/pueudo-sub feeling fell away, and it began to feel less like a game and more like real life.
Hmmm...it's almost camping weather again.
No More Catching Rides!
We finally bought a car today! An Xterra, actually. It's not new, a 2000, but the mileage is low, and it's been well cared for. We bought it at the dealership Nick works at, and he spent most of yesterday hammering out the details. I had to come down to sign the paperwork today because our trade-in (my still-not-running pile of crap that we got $500.00 for) was in my name.
I'm usually a pretty mild mannered person in dealing with strangers. But when it comes to finances, I can be a tigress. I took apart the deal Nick and the salesman had come to and put it back together with a couple fewer pieces. I wouldn't back down when the salesman tried to talk me back into the really-not-worth-it warranty, and I insisted on getting a full tank of gas. When our insurance company tried to give me the run around on getting an updated quote, I raised hell with two departments.
Tonight when I got home, Nick was waiting up to give me the grand tour (it was getting the tires mounted and balanced when I had to leave for work, so he drove it home). He showed me all the bells and whistles, and I took it for a test drive. I haven't driven a straight shift regularly for several years, and I was surprised at how right it felt again.
When I got back from my spin around the neighborhood, we sat and talked. I told him that I was sorry if I had embarrassed him and come off as bitchy in front of the salesman. He said, "You know, I was a little embarrassed, but I was really proud of you too. You really don't take crap from anybody."
That made me feel ridiculously happy. Not that I embarrassed him, of course, but that I also made him proud. So what do I care if the salesman made a smaller commission? I didn't let us get screwed. Not that Nick was going to, but he has to work with these people, and I made it so that he didn't have to be the bad guy.
And it makes me feel really good to surprise people. When Nick and I were dating, I drove a very sexy hunter green Camaro. Even though it was just a V6, it had a surprising amount of power, and I felt like a goddess in it.
One day we decided to test drive the more powerful Z28 model, and we went to our local Chevy dealership. The salesman was an absolute jerk who barely looked at me. Nick told him from the beginning that the Camaro belonged to his girlfriend (me), and that I was considering trading up. After shaking Nick's hand (without glancing at me), he said, "Sure, buddy! Let me get a copy of your driver's license, and we'll take it for a test drive!"
"Well," Nick said, "she's the one interested. Don't you need hers?" "Nah, that's okay," the jerk answered. A few minutes later we were in the Z28, Nick behind the wheel, me beside him, and Mr. Big Smiles For The Man Customer in the back seat. Nick took the car through it's paces, testing all six gears while the idiot in the back chattered on about how much he loved a powerful car and how his first vehicle was a '69 Camaro. After a few minutes, I said, "Honey, why don't you let me try it out?" Miss Sweet and Innocent.
The salesguy gave an indulgent chuckle as I climbed behind the wheel and buckled up. He lost the stupid smile 10 seconds later when I white smoked the tires, skipped second, then dumped the clutch in third and took off like a bat out of hell. The picture in the rearview mirror of his bloodless face was especially gratifying.
He seemed to be trembling a bit when he climbed out of the car. "So," he offered shakily, "what do you think?" I flashed him a huge smile.
"I think I need something with a little more power."
Nick still tells that story seven years later, bursting with pride as he describes his little hellion. Sadly, my Xterra is only a four cylinder.
But it is a very sexy hunter green.
I'm usually a pretty mild mannered person in dealing with strangers. But when it comes to finances, I can be a tigress. I took apart the deal Nick and the salesman had come to and put it back together with a couple fewer pieces. I wouldn't back down when the salesman tried to talk me back into the really-not-worth-it warranty, and I insisted on getting a full tank of gas. When our insurance company tried to give me the run around on getting an updated quote, I raised hell with two departments.
Tonight when I got home, Nick was waiting up to give me the grand tour (it was getting the tires mounted and balanced when I had to leave for work, so he drove it home). He showed me all the bells and whistles, and I took it for a test drive. I haven't driven a straight shift regularly for several years, and I was surprised at how right it felt again.
When I got back from my spin around the neighborhood, we sat and talked. I told him that I was sorry if I had embarrassed him and come off as bitchy in front of the salesman. He said, "You know, I was a little embarrassed, but I was really proud of you too. You really don't take crap from anybody."
That made me feel ridiculously happy. Not that I embarrassed him, of course, but that I also made him proud. So what do I care if the salesman made a smaller commission? I didn't let us get screwed. Not that Nick was going to, but he has to work with these people, and I made it so that he didn't have to be the bad guy.
And it makes me feel really good to surprise people. When Nick and I were dating, I drove a very sexy hunter green Camaro. Even though it was just a V6, it had a surprising amount of power, and I felt like a goddess in it.
One day we decided to test drive the more powerful Z28 model, and we went to our local Chevy dealership. The salesman was an absolute jerk who barely looked at me. Nick told him from the beginning that the Camaro belonged to his girlfriend (me), and that I was considering trading up. After shaking Nick's hand (without glancing at me), he said, "Sure, buddy! Let me get a copy of your driver's license, and we'll take it for a test drive!"
"Well," Nick said, "she's the one interested. Don't you need hers?" "Nah, that's okay," the jerk answered. A few minutes later we were in the Z28, Nick behind the wheel, me beside him, and Mr. Big Smiles For The Man Customer in the back seat. Nick took the car through it's paces, testing all six gears while the idiot in the back chattered on about how much he loved a powerful car and how his first vehicle was a '69 Camaro. After a few minutes, I said, "Honey, why don't you let me try it out?" Miss Sweet and Innocent.
The salesguy gave an indulgent chuckle as I climbed behind the wheel and buckled up. He lost the stupid smile 10 seconds later when I white smoked the tires, skipped second, then dumped the clutch in third and took off like a bat out of hell. The picture in the rearview mirror of his bloodless face was especially gratifying.
He seemed to be trembling a bit when he climbed out of the car. "So," he offered shakily, "what do you think?" I flashed him a huge smile.
"I think I need something with a little more power."
Nick still tells that story seven years later, bursting with pride as he describes his little hellion. Sadly, my Xterra is only a four cylinder.
But it is a very sexy hunter green.
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