Matura - by Nobbie

Our own Nobbie graciously sent me his latest yummy creation. Don't you love the little freckle on her right cheek? It really gives individuality to the spankee. Thanks, Nobbie!

Improvement Made Simple

Today I was looking around the still messy house, stressing out because I knew I had to get things done and unable to find where to start. I have a tendency to overthink things when it comes to DD (and you know, everything else in my life), and I was literally approaching panic because I just couldn't seem to make myself focus.

I still haven't been spanked, and while I don't want to make it even worse when it happens, I also don't want Nick to think I'm waiting on him to punish me before I do the right thing. And so, I'm staring at one mess and thinking, "I'll just start there," and then I think, "But he won't even notice that if I don't do this other thing first. And before I do that, I need to straighten up this." And round and round.

Then all of a sudden, in a flash of brilliance (really), I picked up the phone and called him at work.

"Honey, I'm having a problem getting started on the house, and I wondered if you could give me one thing you'd like for me to have done before you get up tomorrow."

"Clean the den."

And it was that simple! I have focus! I have drive! So often I forget that Nick doesn't expect me to carry DD by myself. (Maybe he did at first, but not anymore.) If I need his help, whether it's a new rule, or a stress reliever/attitude adjustment spanking, or just renewed ambition and focus, I can just ask! That makes me pretty blessed, huh?

Off to clean the den...

See ya in the funny papers...

And now, some spanking cartoons for your enjoyment.

Reckoning Delayed...

Today was kind of rough. First of all Nick hurt his back pretty badly. I hate to see him in pain, and what makes it frustrating is that he did it bending to pick up a bag that was filled with literally nothing more than soiled paper towels. He apparently just twisted the wrong way.

Then, maybe an hour later, our little girl fell and cut her leg. How that happened is pretty complicated, but basically she jumped up on something she shouldn't have (as 4 year olds will do). It was an old doll clothes chest whose sides were made of cardboard covered by thin pink sheet metal. The protective covering had come off on one side without our knowing it, and when she jumped up on it, it flipped over and the edge of the sheet metal sliced into her leg. It wasn't a deep cut, but it bled tremendously, and cleaning it was horrible. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as he held her and I poured the peroxide on it, and I think I was crying harder than her. Changing the bandage a few minutes ago was just as hard.

Right now she's running around the bedroom playing paper airplanes with her dad, so she's not in any ongoing pain, but you all know how heartrending it is when your baby gets hurt. After it happened, I'd taken her to the bathroom, and Nick came charging in, back spasms and all, and he held her while I ran upstairs to get the bandages. He's such an amazing father.

Anyway, he said that we will deal with the spanking in a couple of days, assuming he is able. We'd appreciate your prayers if you think of it. He's a mechanic, and back pain in that line of work is devastating.

Back here again...

I may be getting spanked this weekend. This is my frustration: The house is rather a mess, and I know this, and I've even had good intentions all week. But I kept getting sidetracked by one thing or another. My mom would call and keep me tied up, or I'd sit down to have breakfast and get engrossed in a show, or I'd lose track of time cuddling with our daughter, or I'd think, "I'll just finish this article, then I'll get to the dishes."

The frustration is that I know better. I know that there are only so many hours in the day, and over a third of them are eaten up by work and commuting. And I know that any spanking I get will be easier to take than knowing that I've let Nick down.

He works 5 1/2 days a week so that we can make ends meet. I work 5 myself, but I do have Saturday mornings off without him, and our daughter (a night owl like me) usually sleeps till he gets home in the afternoon. That means that Saturday morning is my time to do some uninterrupted housecleaning. I usually do pretty well. Most weeks, the entire downstairs is clean by the time he gets home. Today it wasn't. I wasn't even quite finished with the kitchen.

He didn't say anything, but I brought it up later in a vague sort of way, and he told me that I most likely had a spanking coming. Jokari may have been mentioned. I dread the spanking, but I also know that if it doesn't happen, in a very real way I will feel unfinished. I disappointed him, and I need him to work that out on my butt.

Sometimes I really feel like a failure as a submissive wife, because I just can't seem to get a handle on the housework. But I am definitely better than I was pre-DD. Once upon a time, I just didn't make an effort. And it took more than just his heavy sighs to make me feel guilty. It took him yelling and screaming and throwing things (not at me) for me to really see what a horrible job I was doing. Then I would decide to do better. But my resolve always faded with his outrage. That's definitely no longer the case.

Now that he spanks me, not only are there physical consequences to deal with, but there's also healthy communication. When he gives me a spanking, he always takes the time to sit down and discuss with me what we need to do to prevent the next one. Not just what I need to do. What we need to do. And it really helps. Maybe that's why I get housework spankings maybe once a month or so, as opposed to the weekly to daily explosive arguments we had pre-DD. And maybe that's why the spankings don't leave me angry and hurt like the arguments did. He's not just asking me to care about his needs. He's showing me that he cares about mine too.

And as I possibly face another spanking for the same old screw up, I want to thank him for understanding that the fact that we're here again does not mean that it's not working. The fact that I can count on being here again as a means of acknowledging and dealing with my imperfection is the reason it works as well as it does. I know that I will never be Martha Stewart or Bree Van de Camp. But what keeps me striving for the ideal is knowing that I don't have to do it all on my own. When I inevitably fall short, Nick is here to give me a shot in the arm (or butt) and get me back on track.

And I think he's learning, as I am, that going easy on me or letting me off the hook completely doesn't do either of us any favors. I need that reminder that he's the boss and that there are unavoidable consequences, and he needs the reminder that he doesn't have to put up with less than obedience. My Lord, what a meandering road this is sometimes.

Beswitched by Scottybot

By Waldo

Age Play by Sassy Bottoms

By Dan Rivera

A Spanking Good Time...

Today I'm posting some happy spankings! Artists are credited where known. If you recognize an uncredited one, let me know!

Hot Blog Award

A huge thank you to Lady Calliah for awarding me her Hot Blog Award this week! And a huge thank you to Alex, whose "Coconut Cream" story captured Lady Calliah's imagination!

A rant about out of control children...

I work in customer service for a bank. I handle account servicing in nearly every department, one of them the credit card department. A customer called me last night regarding an overpayment on her card. She was very polite and professional, and I let her know how we would resolve the problem. As I was getting a contact number for her, I suddenly heard a teenage girl in the background.

"MOM, where's the card?"

"Hold on, honey. I'm on the phone."

"MOM! YOU GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW! YOU FIND THIS CARD!MOM! MOM!"

This was at the top of her lungs, in the most disrespectful voice I've ever heard. Did her mom put down the phone and do any one of the appropriate things that popped into my head? No she did not. What she did was that sort of stage whisper you do when you're on the phone and someone there with you keeps talking to you.

"Will you wait? I'm on the phone?"

"MOM! GET IN HERE!"

I managed to reclaim the mother's attention long enough to get her contact number, despite the crashing and throwing going on in the background as her daughter showed her displeasure.

When I got off the call, I was surprised to find myself almost shaking with anger. I can't stand to see that kind of disrespect coming from children, and if I'd talked to my parents that way, I just might have had trouble walking, let alone sitting.

As I finished up my notes, I realized that I needed one more piece of information from the customer. It had been 2 minutes since we'd hung up the phone. I called her back, and the daughter picked up.

"I need to speak with _____."

"She's not here," she said in the snottiest voice she could muster, and hung up on me. I stared at the phone in disbelief and dialed again. This time when she picked up I said, "I need to speak with ___. I I'm calling from the bank, and I just spoke with her 2 minutes ago. Please put her on the phone." She didn't even bother to speak before she hung up on me again. By this time I was furious. I called back. This time, the daughter waited till the answering machine started before she picked up. She let the whole machine run, waited till I left her mother a message, and then hung up again.

At that point I decided to wait for a while and call back later. Within a few minutes, someone brought me a message that the woman had called while I was on another call. I picked up the phone and called her back, and that little bitch hung up on me again! Practicing my whole deep-breathing-count-to-ten thing, I called back one last time.

Finally! The mother answered this time. "I'm glad I got in touch with you," I said. "I've called several times and been hung up on."

"Oh," she said. "That's because my daughter's mad at me, and she's not a very nice person when that happens."

I got the information I needed from her and somehow refrained from advising her to give her daughter some stern discipline. I can't feel sorry for the woman. Obviously her daughter knows she can treat her this way. Someone should have put her over their knee a long time ago.

How can you think you're doing a good job as a parent if your kids treat you this way? Take some responsibility! At no age would I have even thought about acting that way. Not only would I have been terrified of the consequences, but I respected my parents tremendously. Aaaarrrggghhh!

Another new spanking blog!

I've just linked Kendra, a new wife and mother in a DD marriage. Visit her at Spanking and Domestic Discipline.

Coconut Cream

Okay, okay, enough fooling around. Here's a very yummy story from Alex (bernaise38@yahoo.com) As always, click Read More to get the full scoop! (Oh my goodness, I can't believe my corniness).

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When I was 25, I had a job as the manager of
a frozen yogurt store in San Diego. I was often
playfully teased by one of my employees, Michelle,
a 19 year-old sprite with a nice full figure.
She liked to jump on my back and mess up my hair.
I’d joked many times about putting her across
my knee, but I was only bluffing. It became kind
of an inside thing between us.

"Watch out for Alex!" She once warned a new female
employee. "He’ll take you to the woodshed!"

One evening we were closing the store and Michelle
was hurrying because she was going out with some
friends later. In her haste, she spilled a large
tub of strawberry yogurt all over the floor.

"Damn!" she said. "This is going to take forever
to clean up!"

Meanwhile, her friends had driven up outside and
were honking the horn.

"Alex, can you clean this up? If I don’t go now,
they’re going to leave without me!"

I nodded and grabbed a mop.

As she left, Michelle kissed me on the cheek.

"You can give me a good spanking tomorrow." she
whispered into my ear.

I'm not sure, but think I actually blushed.

Thoughts of slapping that cute little ass
filled my head as I finished up closing the store.
But, by the time I got home and went to bed, I’d
more or less forgotten about it.

The next morning, when I showed up for work, I
found Michelle waiting for me at the front door
of the store.

"Are you scheduled for the morning shift?"

"No." she said. "But you and I have some unfinished
business and I’d like to get to it as soon
as possible."

I unlocked the door and Michelle walked to the back
of the store with me right behind. She took a chair
from behind the work desk and placed it in the
center of the room.

"Why don’t you sit right here?" she said.

I followed her lead and sat down.

Michelle then unbuttoned her pants and wriggled
her hips as she pushed those tight denim jeans
down to her knees. She pulled up her T-shirt to
reveal a powder blue pair of panties that looked
more like a bikini bottom than underwear. She laid
herself across my lap, her fingers and toes just
grazing the floor, that lovely panty-clad ass
arched up in anticipation.

"This is going to hurt me more than it does you."
I said, melodramatically.

"Yeah, I can feel your pain." she said, bumping her
hip against the hardening bulge in my pants.

I laid my left hand firmly on the small of her
back as I slowly lifted my right, then brought
it down with a firm smack across her left cheek.
Then I gave her right cheek a slap.

As I continued gently spanking her, Michelle
grunted softly. Each swat brought a slightly louder
grunt, but soon she was rolling her shoulders and
wiggling her bottom as if to say:

"This is very nice. What else have you got?"

So the next swat was a little harder. The next
two were harder yet and with less time between.
Now I was really getting into it. Then, just as I
was hitting my stride, Michelle interrupted.

"Are my panties getting in your way?"

"You know, I believe they are." I said as I yanked
them down to her knees and started in on her round,
bare, snowy-white bottom. Once again I began
spanking her slowly, but with gaining speed.
One cheek and then the other, then both, then just
the right one until it turned pink, so I’d switch
back to the left. Before long, Michelle was kicking
and fighting back tears. My hand was a blur. I felt
like an artist splashing shades of pink and red
onto a perfectly formed canvas. I spanked Michelle
until her kicking became frenzied and her poor
little bottom was nearly scarlet. I gave each cheek
one last resounding slap, then let my subject catch
her breath as I slowly massaged her aching ass.

Eventually, Michelle got to her feet, then slowly
and carefully pulled her panties and jeans back up.
I stood as well and took my naughty little worker,
by the ear, to a nearby corner. There was a
full-length mirror on the door to the bathroom.
She looked over her shoulder at her reflection.

"My butt's going to glow in the dark tonight!"
she said with a tearful laugh as she rubbed her
sore, throbbing cheeks.

With my hand on the back of her head, I gently
guided her nose snugly into the corner. She gasped
a bit as I yanked her pants and panties back down.

"You just stand right here and don't move until
I get back, young lady!"

I spent about fifteen minutes getting the store
ready to open. Then I went to the freezer and got
a bucket of Coconut Cream yogurt and placed it next
to the chair. I took a flat wooden spoon from
the sink and sat down. For a moment I gazed at
Michelle standing so obediently in the corner, her
hands at her side and her pants and panties pulled
down to expose a freshly shellacked back porch.

"Now get back over my knee!" I barked.

Michelle turned around and quickly shuffled over
to my side. Seeing the large wooden spoon in my
hand caused her to gulp and whimper a little,
but she soon placed herself across my lap.
I leaned down, opened the bucket of yogurt and
stuck the spoon in deep, bringing up a large scoop
of frozen Coconut Cream which I lifted just above
her ass. Michelle tensed up in anticipation of more
punishment and then let out a deep sigh of relief
and pleasure as I smoothly spread the cold white
yogurt across her burning cheeks. She trembled when
I slathered on another heaping spoonful of the
creamy coolness which seemed to melt as it touched
her hot flesh. It dripped into the crack of her
ass and down her plump thighs. She moaned deeply
as I leaned down and licked some up, leaving a
swath of crimson across her sweet, slippery
pink and white bottom.

I won’t go into anymore detail here. Suffice it
to say that the store got opened pretty late
that day.

Michelle and I worked together for nearly a year
after that and I must have spanked her a hundred
times. After a while, she gave up the pretense of
misbehaving and it just became a given that, if we
were working together, she was going get spanked
at least once during the shift.

I continued the ritual of cooling down her red
hot cheeks with frozen yogurt. We tried every
flavor in the store, but Coconut Cream was our
sentimental favorite.

It was on evenings when we closed together that
Michelle really got her buns toasted. As soon as
the door was locked, we’d scurry to the back to
play our little games. Some nights we'd do the
stern principal and the naughty schoolgirl and
on others I’d be the jealous husband and she
my flirtatious wife.

I wound up taking her jeans down so often that
one day I suggested putting a flap on the back
for easy access.

"No way!" Michelle protested. "Getting my pants
pulled down is my favorite part!" Then she looked
up and noticed that the flavor of the day was
Coconut Cream. "Uh-oh!" she said, unbuckling
her belt. "Looks like I’m going to take my
dinner break standing up!"

THE END

Morgan

My little girl saw me making my and Nick' s characters earlier and wanted one too, so here's hers (not that she'll see it here).

Here's super angelic South Park me.

And since I had so much fun with mine - here's the South Park version of Nick.