Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Southpaw Spankers
Today is my tribute to lefties. Nick is left-handed, and I especially enjoy pictures with southpaw spankers - easier for me to imagine it's me and Nick!
I've included the artist's names where I know them. (This one is by Invidia). If you know the artist on an unlabeled piece, please let me know and I will credit it.
I've included the artist's names where I know them. (This one is by Invidia). If you know the artist on an unlabeled piece, please let me know and I will credit it.
New Links Added
I've added a number of new links on the right - several MSN and Yahoo groups, as well as the official site of Paula Meadows' artwork.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Jokari Strikes
I'm sitting pretty gently right now. Tonight I really, honestly thought Nick had forgotten I had a spanking due. I was going to remind him (oh look! lightning!), but it turns out I didn't have to. He
asked me what my eBay total was, and I said, "I'm not sure."
"Don't lie to me. I read your blog. I know you added it up."
"But that was before all my auctions had ended. I had to pay for a few more things."
"Give me an estimate."
Long pause while I searched for an escape portal in the garage. None appeared.
"$170.00."
"You know it's going to hurt."
I mumbled a quiet, "Yes sir."
We went inside to set our daughter up with Daddy's PlayStation. She likes to play car games where she can drive into a lake. With her occupied, he ordered me back to the garage and followed with
Jokari.
He decided on 200 swats, 170 for eBay, and another 30 for the ridiculously small effort I had made with the laundry last week. He's been incredibly lenient on me the last couple of weeks, and "Do some laundry" was the only thing he asked of me. I admit that I took advantage of the vagueness of the order, and for that I feel like crap. He told me to bend over the car (my very first Xterra spanking), and I got into position.
Jokari is stunning in its power. We were almost done and I was nearly in tears when our daughter burst into the garage to inform us that the game wasn't letting her drive. He stopped as soon as she came through the door, and I took the opportunity to flee inside to fix the game.
When I came back out, he said, "Where were we?"
I honestly didn't know, and told him so. He said,
"I know we were in the 190's. Bend over, and I want you to count these."
He gave me 20 more, much harder than all the previous ones, and I managed to count through my tears. When he was finished, he told me I could get up when I was ready, and sit down if I felt able to. I stayed in position a few minutes longer, crying and collecting myself, then got up and eased my way into a camping chair.
For the next 10 minutes or so he lectured me and talked about the violation of trust on the eBay issue, especially with money a little tighter than usual. The talk about trust undid me, and I cried even harder. He told me that my punishment was over, but that I'm more or less on probation for the next few days to see how I do with both eBay and the laundry. If I screw up again (not very likely) there will be both a spanking and loss of computer priviledges for a few days. For future eBay offenses, he agreed with my offering of 5 swats for every dollar I bid without his permission, and 10 for each dollar of price plus shipping if I actually win something without asking first.
It was pretty late by then, so we went upstairs so he could go to bed. He held me for a long time, and I asked him to make love to me. He pulled my bottom up against him and squeezed me tight. Then he asked me to take off my panties while he locked the door. When he came back to bed, we got into the same spooning position, and he slipped inside of me. I love to make love that way, because it feels so intimate to feel his whole body hugging mine. When we was finished, I asked him if he would spank me with his hand and make me cum.
"I think you probably deserve that," he said sweetly, and he rolled me onto my stomach. He spanked me hard with his hand, and probably just as long as with Jokari, although I certainly wasn't counting. This spanking HURT, but there was no pain in it for me, just a desperate rising to meet his hand. He very rarely uses his hand for punishment, so there's a delicious sweetness to it when he spanks erotically with it. After pretty much wearing his hand out, he slipped his fingers inside me and brought me to orgasm. I came hard and threw myself into his arms as soon as I could breathe again.
When he got up to go to the bathroom, he grabbed the riding crop off the top of the armoire. It's incredible the reduction in what my bottom can take in the moments just after my orgasm fades. Four strokes had me howling. He grinned and put it away.
I feel both peaceful and reconnected, forgiven and ready to do much better this week. I have an amazing man.
asked me what my eBay total was, and I said, "I'm not sure."
"Don't lie to me. I read your blog. I know you added it up."
"But that was before all my auctions had ended. I had to pay for a few more things."
"Give me an estimate."
Long pause while I searched for an escape portal in the garage. None appeared.
"$170.00."
"You know it's going to hurt."
I mumbled a quiet, "Yes sir."
We went inside to set our daughter up with Daddy's PlayStation. She likes to play car games where she can drive into a lake. With her occupied, he ordered me back to the garage and followed with
Jokari.
He decided on 200 swats, 170 for eBay, and another 30 for the ridiculously small effort I had made with the laundry last week. He's been incredibly lenient on me the last couple of weeks, and "Do some laundry" was the only thing he asked of me. I admit that I took advantage of the vagueness of the order, and for that I feel like crap. He told me to bend over the car (my very first Xterra spanking), and I got into position.
Jokari is stunning in its power. We were almost done and I was nearly in tears when our daughter burst into the garage to inform us that the game wasn't letting her drive. He stopped as soon as she came through the door, and I took the opportunity to flee inside to fix the game.
When I came back out, he said, "Where were we?"
I honestly didn't know, and told him so. He said,
"I know we were in the 190's. Bend over, and I want you to count these."
He gave me 20 more, much harder than all the previous ones, and I managed to count through my tears. When he was finished, he told me I could get up when I was ready, and sit down if I felt able to. I stayed in position a few minutes longer, crying and collecting myself, then got up and eased my way into a camping chair.
For the next 10 minutes or so he lectured me and talked about the violation of trust on the eBay issue, especially with money a little tighter than usual. The talk about trust undid me, and I cried even harder. He told me that my punishment was over, but that I'm more or less on probation for the next few days to see how I do with both eBay and the laundry. If I screw up again (not very likely) there will be both a spanking and loss of computer priviledges for a few days. For future eBay offenses, he agreed with my offering of 5 swats for every dollar I bid without his permission, and 10 for each dollar of price plus shipping if I actually win something without asking first.
It was pretty late by then, so we went upstairs so he could go to bed. He held me for a long time, and I asked him to make love to me. He pulled my bottom up against him and squeezed me tight. Then he asked me to take off my panties while he locked the door. When he came back to bed, we got into the same spooning position, and he slipped inside of me. I love to make love that way, because it feels so intimate to feel his whole body hugging mine. When we was finished, I asked him if he would spank me with his hand and make me cum.
"I think you probably deserve that," he said sweetly, and he rolled me onto my stomach. He spanked me hard with his hand, and probably just as long as with Jokari, although I certainly wasn't counting. This spanking HURT, but there was no pain in it for me, just a desperate rising to meet his hand. He very rarely uses his hand for punishment, so there's a delicious sweetness to it when he spanks erotically with it. After pretty much wearing his hand out, he slipped his fingers inside me and brought me to orgasm. I came hard and threw myself into his arms as soon as I could breathe again.
When he got up to go to the bathroom, he grabbed the riding crop off the top of the armoire. It's incredible the reduction in what my bottom can take in the moments just after my orgasm fades. Four strokes had me howling. He grinned and put it away.
I feel both peaceful and reconnected, forgiven and ready to do much better this week. I have an amazing man.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Mirror Spankings
Tonight I'm posting a series of spanking pictures featuring mirrors. This one is by Paula Meadows. What I love about watching my own spanking is seeing Nick's body in action.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Ravished
On a lighter note, just before bed, Nick asked if I could be persuaded to abandon the computer long enough for a romantic interlude.
Okay, he may have put it in less genteel phrasing, but you get the gist. When he went to take off my panties, he noticed that the front seam had a small gap in it. So....he took hold and literally ripped my panties off!
I'm dreaming up our own romance novel cover now that I'm an officially ravished heroine...
Okay, he may have put it in less genteel phrasing, but you get the gist. When he went to take off my panties, he noticed that the front seam had a small gap in it. So....he took hold and literally ripped my panties off!
I'm dreaming up our own romance novel cover now that I'm an officially ravished heroine...
Postal Doom
Jokari came today. I actually gasped when I opened the box. It was much larger than I expected. It's like a Cracker Barrel paddle on steroids. And it has a rubber grip handle! (Nick has a thing about a good grip on a paddle for some reason).
It inspired me to immediately dispense with the pile of clean laundry on the kitchen table. With the space nice and clean, I laid Jokari neatly on the placemat and left for work.
I called Nick on my break about 9:30, venting about everything from checkbook issues to stupid callers. "I'm just so stressed!"
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm going to take care of that." I laughed nervously. "In fact," he continued, "I believe what I need came in the mail today."
He was awake when I got home, and although I knew he wouldn't try to squeeze in a serious spanking right before he went to bed, I was a bit nervous about the inevitable new toy test whacks. He gave me three swats - or maybe it was four. It's hard to count when you're trying to dance out of reach. It seems I was right to be worried. The few relatively light swats I got tonight were enough to tell me this is going to be a deep muscle soreness type of implement.
I've now gone into my oh-no-what-was-I-thinking-let's-just-forget-the-whole-thing phase, but I know I need this, and I'm going to face it. I think I can, I think I can...
I was thinking today about the nagging, lingering guilt I carry over things like overspending, or leaving a mess, or not getting something done that he's asked me to. I tried to think back on specific instances that I've done those things and been spanked for it, and I realized that I can't remember any. That's not because those things have never happened and been dealt with. I know that they have, and I recall the spankings clearly enough. It's because, once they have been dealt with, I feel free to move on and quit punishing myself. All of the things I can think of that still tug at me are things that I wasn't punished for.
Nick has always been wonderful at making sure a spanking closes the door on an issue. Especially in the beginning, when I had been thoroughly spanked for something, I had a tendency to apologize several times later in the day, or even the next day. Every time, he said, "Shhh! It's over with. It's been dealt with, and we aren't going to bring it up again." It wasn't that he was brushing off my apology, but rather that he was addressing my doubts that I was really forgiven.
He's felt much better today, so I expect that he'll be ready to roll this weekend.
I think I can...
I think I can...
It inspired me to immediately dispense with the pile of clean laundry on the kitchen table. With the space nice and clean, I laid Jokari neatly on the placemat and left for work.
I called Nick on my break about 9:30, venting about everything from checkbook issues to stupid callers. "I'm just so stressed!"
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm going to take care of that." I laughed nervously. "In fact," he continued, "I believe what I need came in the mail today."
He was awake when I got home, and although I knew he wouldn't try to squeeze in a serious spanking right before he went to bed, I was a bit nervous about the inevitable new toy test whacks. He gave me three swats - or maybe it was four. It's hard to count when you're trying to dance out of reach. It seems I was right to be worried. The few relatively light swats I got tonight were enough to tell me this is going to be a deep muscle soreness type of implement.
I've now gone into my oh-no-what-was-I-thinking-let's-just-forget-the-whole-thing phase, but I know I need this, and I'm going to face it. I think I can, I think I can...
I was thinking today about the nagging, lingering guilt I carry over things like overspending, or leaving a mess, or not getting something done that he's asked me to. I tried to think back on specific instances that I've done those things and been spanked for it, and I realized that I can't remember any. That's not because those things have never happened and been dealt with. I know that they have, and I recall the spankings clearly enough. It's because, once they have been dealt with, I feel free to move on and quit punishing myself. All of the things I can think of that still tug at me are things that I wasn't punished for.
Nick has always been wonderful at making sure a spanking closes the door on an issue. Especially in the beginning, when I had been thoroughly spanked for something, I had a tendency to apologize several times later in the day, or even the next day. Every time, he said, "Shhh! It's over with. It's been dealt with, and we aren't going to bring it up again." It wasn't that he was brushing off my apology, but rather that he was addressing my doubts that I was really forgiven.
He's felt much better today, so I expect that he'll be ready to roll this weekend.
I think I can...
I think I can...
Friday, April 15, 2005
Unsuspecting by Paula Meadows
She looks like she's about to pay for that mess. She seems to be trying to get her mind off of an already spanked bottom. How convenient for him!
Happy Birthday - By Paula Meadows
Nick's birthday is one the 24th. Wonder if I'll get his birthday spanking...
Careful what you wish for...
When I got home tonight I was telling Nick about the 3 (already paid for) eBay purchases that came in the mail today. He said, "So when's your Jokari going to be here?"
"I think the guy said he was shipping it on - why?"
"No reason." Followed by a huge, evil grin.
"I think the guy said he was shipping it on - why?"
"No reason." Followed by a huge, evil grin.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Sack of Potatoes
This is my very favorite Patty drawing ever. I don't usually post her work over here because she's worked very hard to establish her own brand with her blog, and her artwork is a huge part of that. But this piece captures very well a need I'm feeling right now, to be overcome, dealt with without my permission or cooperation.
Bathbrush Spanking
We have a couple of long bathbrushes like this. It's been a while, but they're not easy to forget.
Forgiven
Okay, back to the artwork. This is another Paula Meadows. This is also my favoite thing to do after all is forgiven.
Needing one badly
Okay, I need a spanking. I'm having a hard time verbalizing why, other than just a general feeling of loss of control, and perhaps it's been long enough since I was really taken over the edge that I need that experience of being put in a position where he decides just how much I can take. It calms and resets me (after the fact) to have been made to come undone and surrender that way, and it affirms for me his position in our marriage.
Money has been an issue here lately, and that always leaves me stressed, and I'm going to have to sit down and talk to him about my newfound eBay obsession. He knows I've bought a few things, but he doesn't have any real idea of what I've spent, and I need him to set some hard limits for the future and deal with what's already been done. I have some ideas for what he might want to impose for future eBay abuse, but it's something I'll have to discuss with him to see if he wants to go another direction with it.
We won't really get a chance to talk until Saturday afternoon, and I guess I'm being a chicken by posting this here before bringing it up with him, but I'm no good at breaking the ice on stuff like this. He's been dealing with a rather draining cough all week, so he may not even get around to reading here for a few days. We'll see.
Money has been an issue here lately, and that always leaves me stressed, and I'm going to have to sit down and talk to him about my newfound eBay obsession. He knows I've bought a few things, but he doesn't have any real idea of what I've spent, and I need him to set some hard limits for the future and deal with what's already been done. I have some ideas for what he might want to impose for future eBay abuse, but it's something I'll have to discuss with him to see if he wants to go another direction with it.
We won't really get a chance to talk until Saturday afternoon, and I guess I'm being a chicken by posting this here before bringing it up with him, but I'm no good at breaking the ice on stuff like this. He's been dealing with a rather draining cough all week, so he may not even get around to reading here for a few days. We'll see.
Lean, mean, purple spanking machine
The purple pants and tie are a bit, uh, retro, but I love the look on both of their faces.
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