A stressful night...

Last night was crappy. I don't really know why - nothing major happened. But I had no patience for anything, and I was in a horrible mood. I was late coming home because I had to stop at the grocery store. Then I spent a long time cooking dinner, and Morgan insisted on "helping" the whole time. It was stressful enough to juggle a hundred different things (spaghetti, meat sauce, 3 different bowls for the squash bread I was determined to make, plus the sauce pan of squash butter to go with the bread), but it was just nervewracking to try to do that while stepping over a cat, a dog, and a four year old who's trying to "clean your sink for you" and making serious headway on flooding the countertops. She's the most precious child ever, and even at times like that I don't lose sight of it - which fact added the extra stress of remaining diplomatic and not screaming like a madwoman.

Admittedly, I was a bit put out with Nick too, since he was enjoying some nice peaceful TV, only rousing to entertain our daughter when I stomped in and demanded he do something with her. Something turned out to be a pillow fight - always a hit with her - but it didn't hold her attention for long, and soon she was back to "help me" put the cheese in the spaghetti - which generally meant flinging it around the sink. By the time dinner was done, Nick had dozed off on the couch. I woke him up and rather purposefully asked him if he'd mind getting up and eating the dinner I'd spent two hours cooking. He shot me a look, but got up and ate. Then went to bed. Aaaarrrggghhh!

Last night was the exact sort of time when I really, really need to be spanked. Unfortunately, at such a time I have no strength for heavy sighs, telling hesitations, or just being put off. Not that any of those would have necessarily been his reaction had I asked, but when everything's going wrong, I just can't envision any other outcome. I don't have the courage to ask and risk being a burden. But I need it. I need him to jerk me up and whip me very hard and certainly long enough to get my attention. And I need him to be the one to see the need and step up, dammit! A bit much to ask, I know, but there it is.

Halloween Whipping...

This is definitely the best Halloween picture I've seen so far this year. Thanks to Journey to the Darkside for posting it!

The week so far...

Thank you for the wonderful Birthday wishes, everyone! So far, my time off has been lovely. Sunday, Nick took our daughter (who I'll call Morgan for simplicity's sake) to Wal-Mart to let her shop for me. For about a month now, she's had her eye on a particular pattern of dishes (keep in mind that she's four). Every time we went there, she'd say, "Mommy, I'm going to buy you a beautiful dish for your birthday!" I told Nick last week, "If you do nothing else, please take her to Wal-Mart and let her get me a 'beautiful dish'."

He took her and let her get me a large plate and a coffee cup (they really are beautiful!). She also picked out several watches, and he gently narrowed it down to the most subdued one (it's pink with flowers). Then he took her to the grocery store to get a cake. She insisted on a white cake with red flowers and green leaves (Mommy's two favorite colors) and chocolate ice cream. It would've been a wonderful birthday if I'd had nothing other than the look on her face when she watched me open her gifts to me. Now I know why my Mom always cried on her birthdays when we were little.

Sunday night I got paddled. There were various reasons too numerous and mundane to go into here, but a big reason was just that it had been long enough that I was starting to feel anchorless again. He offered to let me postpone it, but I knew he wouldn't do it on my birthday, and I didn't want to wait until Tuesday, so I asked to just get it done with. He brought the fish paddle up to the bedroom, and I positioned myself over a stack of pillows. I don't know how long it went on - I lost track after a hundred or so. I had a hard time staying still, and in the future there will be some consequences for that. The plan for now is that getting out of place will mean that my panties come down and he starts over from the beginning.

After the paddling, he began to rub my bottom, and before long my panties came down for a very nice reason, and pretty soon I was asking for my birthday spanking. He happily obliged, and this one was very nice indeed. Although...it seems that my husband is under the impression that I'm around sixty years old. I'm actually 28, but I don't suppose I'll complain about the extras - especially when they lead to . WEG.

Well, I'm off to bed - Morgan is singing in a preschool program in the morning, then Nick and I are going with her class to the pumpkin patch. Good night, all!

Happy Early Birthday To Me!

Here's my (slightly early) birthday card from Nick. I have a sort of thing about Tinkerbell, so I love it! He also got me a very cool Tinkerbell bag for work, an awesome Tinkerbell sticker for the back glass of my car, and two pairs of earrings that I'd had my eye on. Thank you, honey! You're the best!

Fortunate Indeed...

I love this fortune cookie I found over at My Bottom Smarts. I actually inserted some personalized fortunes for Nick once. I had a devil of a time getting them in without breaking the cookies in tiny pieces, but it was worth the look on his face when he opened the cookie that said "You will get long, slow head tonight." He almost fell off of the couch!

New spanking blog...

I found what looks to be a very promising blog in my Who Links to Me page. Check it out!

Domestic Discipline Diary

A date! A date!

Yup - I got to go on a date with my husband. He took me out on Tuesday night to see a local band play. It was miles too loud and loads of fun!


My mom kept our little girl overnight, and it was wonderful to have the evening alone - although we both got a little teary when we realized we would be going to bed WITHOUT ANY KISS ATTACKS!

Monday was lovely as well - very hot sex, and a nice gg spanking with the blue silicone spatula, which is awesome for play. It leaves my bottom at a very nice point - you know, the stage after a really serious spanking when you've had enough time for the peace to start to come over you and the raging fire to ease to a very sexy heat. WEG.

I have the next 5 days off - sort of a mini vacation. My birthday is Monday, and on Wednesday Nick and I are joining our daughter on her class trip to the pumpkin patch. That leaves Tuesday just for me and the house. It'll be an unaccustomed luxury to be able to clean without a four- year-old tornado tearing a path through whatever room I've just straightened. I will at least flutter.

Aaaarrrggghhh!

Okay, I really didn't want to do this, but I've added the word verification feature to the comments. I know this is a pain in the ass, I really do, but I've just spent an hour hunting down and deleting around 40 spam comments scattered throughout the blog. It's not fair to anyone, me or you guys, to have links forced in on us. I don't mind people sending me a link if they genuinely think I'll be interested. But my personal blog is not the place to push cat toys, ceiling fans, or 6 day body makeover plans.

Inner Child

I got this gem from Little by Little. Thanks, guys!

Your Inner Child Is Naughty

Like a child, you tend to discount social rules. It's just too much fun to break the rules! You love trouble - and it seems that trouble loves you. And no matter what, you refuse to grow up!

How Is Your Inner Child?

Happy Bunny

I found this at Mija's. Love the new design, girl!

Congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud.


which happy bunny are you?
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More New Links

Okay, perhaps there will be some spanking around here sometime soon (God knows my attitude and stress level could use the adjustment - Nick's been rather a saint to put up with me), but in the meantime, I was over at Patty's, and she's found some great new links. These four really spoke to me:

Zed & Ginger

A Loving Spanked Wife

Sweet Little by Little

All These Faded Novembers

Link Wars?

Apparently, there was some sort of uproar over links. Apparently, I also missed it. My philosophy is this: this is my blog, and if I like your site, even if I don't have a chance to check it every day, I'll probably link to it. I don't agree with everything on every blog on my blogroll, but they all have something sexy or funny or moving or heartrending or just real to say, and they all spoke to me in some way.

There are a few sites that have linked me without me returning the favor, and usually that's because either I'm not aware that I'm linked there, the site has absolutely nothing at all to do with DD, spanking or even a loving marriage, or something about that site terribly offends my sensibilities. And even if the latter is the case, I don't make a big deal of it. Different strokes, you know?

By the same token, if somebody doesn't link to me, or does and then takes the link down, no hard feelings, okay? Just like this is my blog, that one is theirs. I'm always willing to link new blogs that fall within the sphere of my subject matter here, unless of course, it's just something that does offend me. I'll always be grateful to the wonderful bloggers like Patty, Joannie, Dan, Bethie, and Invidia and TheBoss, just to name a few, who linked to a very new, very inexperienced new blogger and have pushed me to over 266,000 hits. Traffic comes from links, and while I'm certainly not trying to tell anyone what they should like, perhaps I'm giving them a chance to hop over to a blog they wouldn't have found otherwise and make a decision for themselves on whether to visit again or not. And perhaps I'm helping to give someone a louder voice.

And so, without further adieu, here are a few new players in blogdom: you just might find something that speaks to you!

Journey to the Darkside

My Bottom Smarts

Mark's Spanking Quest

My LDD Life

Elevator Spanko

This is the bizarre conversation I had with a random guy in the elevator today:

Him: You know, they say this is one of the best places to meet men.

Me: The elevator?

Him: Well, it's what I’ve been trying. Just kidding!

Me: polite, awkward chuckling

Him: I’m late for my lawyer’s office. Do you think they’ll spank me?

Me: I guess if you’ve got the right kind of lawyer they might.

Him: Hahaha! I like the way you think!

Me: Hasty escape from the elevator (What else could I do?)

Japanese Schoolgirl Caning

Yay! Invidia's computer is back up and running!

Why fight it?

Well, I got my spanking night before last. It was planned for the weekend, Sunday night to be exact, but, as sometimes happens, things got away from us. Nick and I have both learned by experience that if there's not enough time to devote to the event, it can leave me feeling abandoned rather than loved, so he decided to postpone it until Monday.

Here's the problem: I know I need this. I know it helps me. I know I asked for things to be this way. But when it comes down to the moment, I want to run away. It was a welcome reprieve on Sunday when he announced the slight change in plans. And though I felt a niggling guilt about it, I couldn't help but feeling relieved. Yay! No sore butt tonight! That sort of thing.

And so Monday night came around. I studiously avoided him the later it got. Then finally, upstairs reading, I decided to stop being a baby about it and go face the music. I took my magazine out to the garage (hey - we gotta find privacy somewhere!), and waited on him. Sure enough, a few minutes later he came looking for me, dreaded trout paddle in hand. And that's when my bravery fled. All of a sudden I was full of excuses. I started naming off all the wonderful things I'd done all week. I started demanding to know just how many times he'd changed the cat's litter box. I listed all the dinners I cooked this week as if I'd personally grown and harvested the ingredients. I talked about how hard I'd been trying.

Until he stopped me and said, "Do you want my help with this or not?" Shamefaced, I shut up and told him yes. The thing is, this wasn't so much a punishment even, as it was a firm encouragement to continue to do well. Oh, there were a few small things to deal with, and one rather big one. The small things were things like that basket of clean socks I can't seem to bring myself to sort and the dirty laundry I really could've devoted more attention to. The big thing was the oven. I left it on, not just all night, but all day until Nick came home and found it the next evening. I was angrier at me than he was over that.

But all in all, this was not going to be a long, drawn out, impossible to hold still for punishment. And yet I couldn't help trying to "But, honey..." my way out of it. But...once called on it, I quit my bargaining and got into position. He told me he was going to give me 50, and that he wanted me to stay still for him. And I did. It was hard, but I didn't move at all throughout the whole thing.

And when it was over, he put down the paddle and kissed me. He slipped his hand beneath my shirt and rubbed my back, then slid it down to my toasted bottom. And oh wow! Just like that, I was soaked, ready to show him just how good I could be, or how bad, or how Irish, or whatever the heck was gonna float his boat. We went upstairs, and he ordered me to take off my panties. He laid me on the bed and resumed rubbing my bottom (have I mentioned how HOT that makes me) and began to do magic things to my body, occasionally stopped to stoke the fire on my bottom.

The night rocked hard, and when I finally fell into bed, I was both sated and exhausted, and I slept deeply. I've worn around a rather stupid grin for the last two days.

What happened...

As a matter of fact, there was cleaning and ravishing! I folded and put up a bunch of laundry that I'd been carefully avoiding for several days.

As for the ravishing, well it may have been me that got ravished. Not that I'm complaining. WEG. Of course that only means that since that part didn't go according to my plan, I'll just have to make a second attack, hehehe...

Regarding the spanking part, what I may not have made clear in my post is that that part is a much more emotional than physical need. There are things I need to have addressed and put to bed, and Nick understood that. He has plans to take care of it this weekend. It would have been too jarring with the sex, and I'm glad he had the wisdom to know it would be better to wait. Although he did get in a few playful swats during the ravishing. WEG

I NEED SEX!!!!

I do! And a spanking. And both of them should be long and hard. Last week and so far this week have been incredibly tiring - just full of those days where you seem to be running hard and getting nowhere. So tonight, I'm going to accomplish something. It may only be cleaning one room, but I'm going to get something done. And then I'm going to ravish my husband.

Welcome Back...

Two new blogs from an old friend: Always His Angel and Screaming Secrets. It's good to see you again, Angel.

Well timed encouragement...

I managed to get myself paddled last night. It went on longer and harder than it had to, because I couldn't get my head wrapped around it enough to stay in place. I didn't think I needed it. My wise, wonderful husband, who never wanted this and yet does it so well, knew better.

I reached a turning point earlier in the week where I got really fired up about having actual plans and ambition for turning my vague "I'll do better with the house" intentions into actual results. Nick was proud of me for that, and he even helped me get a big head start on it over the weekend, but he could tell that I was flagging a bit. There were several specific things I had mentioned getting done by specific points in time that somehow hadn't seen fruition. And perhaps more importantly, he could tell that I needed to really feel him behind me (no pun intended) on this.

This morning I got up and did my whole morning routine, and I followed through this evening as well. With prayer and paddlings I can do this.

The Esse

Nick and I have been lusting after furniture from Liberator ("bedroom adventure gear") for a while now. This is their lastest addition and our new object of longing, the Esse.


Oh yeah...I also want this (click to enlarge):

No need for a heavy hand....

More evilness from The Vermont Country Store.

Frightening Search Term of the Day

"cellulite spanked"

Oh, Lord. I don't even want to think about the aesthetic effects of spanking on my cellulite.

Being Sick Sucks...

Hi, guys. I'm sorry I've been MIA. Nick and I have spent the last week and a half fighting bad sinus infections. Ugh! He was out of work both Thursday and Friday of last week, and I was out on Friday, which is very rare for both of us. Fortunately we're both doing a lot better.

Appalachian Spanking

I found this cute cartoon on My Spanking Digest.

Katrina

This is just a quick post seeking your prayers and best wishes for those affected by the hurricane. We don't live in the part of the country hit, and for that I'm thankful. But it breaks my heart to think of all the poor people who are now homeless, without food, clothing, or medication.

Jesse from The Brat's Place for Spanking (link at right) lives in the heart of things. She was able to get out safely, but I'm sure she can use our prayers as she waits to return to a home that is undoubtedly changed. A close friend of mine who at different times in her life lived in both Louisiana and Mississippi has friends who've lost their homes completely. One family will be traveling here to stay with her and her husband for a while.

The gas prices are making things even worse, and please God may there be a swift end to the constant rise there. My prayers and best wishes to all of you who have had their lives uprooted by this hurricane.