Emoticon fun...

Okay, this is a fluff post. I've got a spanking coming, but I'm not sure when that will happen, so for now....

I've been playing around with a bunch of smiley sites, and I found these spanko smilies:


Of course I found all these happy housework smilies too, so I think God may be trying to tell me something...

Why, Mr. Bond!

Is it terribly wrong to find a man 47 years older so...hot?

Okay, okay, just for you, Honey:

Music to Move With

Vinyl Record Generator

Back from camping...

Well, we're back from camping, and I've gotta say, it was a blast. We went up on Friday afternoon after I got off work and set up. We had just enough time to get the tents staked before a rather vicious downpour hit. Soooo...we did have to deal with that, but after a while it tapered off enough for us to build a campfire and sit around it for a bit.

We ended up taking Morgan, my two brothers, Nick's sister, and her boyfriend, and it was wonderful to get to spend some time with them. The rain moved out Saturday morning, after cooling things down considerably (no small thing), and we spent the day swimming, and fishing, and just hanging out. Nick did all the cooking, and everybody was quite impressed. He made some awesome breakfast burritos to start the day with, and dinner the first night was an amazing pork tenderloin cooked in the campfire with vegetables. Sunday we had this incredible casserole for breakfast, and delicious hamburgers for dinner.

Sunday my parents came up with my aunt and uncle, and all the boys discovered a nearby rope swing. Nick and I took a ride in my dad's boat (borrowed for the trip), and my dad took Morgan out in it. I think he enjoyed it as much as she did. My brother took Morgan fishing later that day, and she caught 3 fish! It was her first time catching anything, and she was sooooo proud of herself, although she insisted they all get thrown back.

We came back Sunday night and just basically crashed on the couch and watch Walk the Line on pay-per-view. All in all, it was a lovely weekend, and I can't wait to do it again.

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Keyword Analysis

I always enjoy seeing what keywords get people to my blog, and this grouping seemed frighteningly appropriate.

I am, of course, AngelBrat, and that happens to be my most frequent search term, which makes me feel good. It makes me feel like at least a few people out there are looking, not just for any spanking site, but for my particular spanking site.

As for spanking southern states, well, we're definitely in the South, so I can check that one off. Now, belt spanking over the couch, that takes me right back to my last spanking, which was last Wednesday, and you can bet it left me a well spanked wife.

Now, if I could just get another good girl spanking going. WEG...

We're going camping this weekend, which would normally get me very excited about the prospect of some outdoor spanking fun. BUT, Nick's sister and her boyfriend, not to mention my two brothers will be coming with us, so that kind of puts the kibosh on any romance. Ah well, plenty of switches to fantasize about for later...

And now, for some new links...

First of all, I've been meaning to link CuddleSlut and Alternative Albany for a while now, and somehow I kept skipping over them. BUT, hopefully better late than never. Sorry, guys!

I came across LDD-4-Me, a brand new blog, in my statcounter.

Also, I'd like to introduce my fellow authors from South Coast Pleasure:

Adrie Santos - the Accidental Sex Writer

Magdelena at Myths and Metawhores

Salacious Desires

and

Lazy Geisha

And then...

Oh wow! I couldn't get here for a couple of days, and I come back to a load of terrific comments! Thank you all for your sweet words - I treasure each and every comment.

Let's see...Tuesday night after I posted, I went back downstairs, aware that there was a spanking somewhere on the agenda, but fairly sure it wouldn't happen that night. Still, I didn't want to just announce that I was going to bed without making sure that he didn't want to go ahead and deal with it first. So, I asked him if it was okay with him if I went up and went to sleep. He gave it some thought and said, "Well, we have something to take care of, but we'll do it tomorrow. I want to do it when I can devote a little more time to it."

When we'd left my parents' house that night Morgan had been heartbroken to leave the new kitten, in tears actually. So my mom promised her that she'd swing by and pick her up on her way home from work the next day. With this in mind, I asked Nick if we could take care of things when I got home from work, since there would be no little ears to worry about. He agreed.

When I got home from work the next day, Morgan was at my mom's house as promised. Nick and I visited with each other for a bit, just exchanging "how was your day" type stuff. Then he got up and got the belt.

Now this belt is unique among his other belts in that, as of a few days ago, it's sole function became spanking my butt. He's had it for a while, and it's reached that lovely worn, floppy state. The end was starting to fray a bit, and he decided he needed a new one. However, no need for this one to go to waste - so he announced that he would keep it just to use for spanking me. I can't even describe how this changed my perception of this particular belt. Instantly it became 100 times scarier, sexier, more noticeable, more there.

So anyway, he told me to kneel in front of the couch and bend over. I obeyed, and he wrapped his arm firmly around my waste. He spent some time lecturing me, making sure I was aware of just what had landed me in this position, and then he began to spank. Hard. There were no easy licks here. And just a few licks in, a spot on my left cheek began to throb as the end of the belt snapped against it over and over. I did my best. I really intended to stay still. But on the 94th whack, my butt said, "Screw this!" and jerked itself into the floor. As it turns out I was only 6 from the end. But that little trick earned me another 25 (up from 20 when I didn't get back into place as soon as I was told), and those were definitely extras.

Now I'll be honest: I think that if you earn extras, they should be extra hard. After all, disobeying during a spanking is bad news. So the punishment should be a little worse - panties down, very hard, maybe even with a worse implement, or after some corner time. BUT, that theory doesn't mean I enjoy getting those extras. Just that I recognize that I deserve them.

Anyway, my bottom is sporting a couple of nice bruises now (that throbbing spot), but I definitely feel loved and cared for. I've worked on Morgan's room since then, and I will have it completely done by the time Nick gets home from work tomorrow. (Otherwise I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty to report).

After my spanking was over and I had dried my tears, Nick took me out to dinner at my favorite Japanese restaurant, and we got to enjoy a nice, peaceful, grownup meal before we went to pick up Morgan.

He's so very good to me...

Mmmmmm......

Every woman should hear the following words at some time in her life:

"I'm going to go get you some dinner. And when I get back I'm going to give you a spanking...and some hot sex."

Last night was awesome. Spectacular. Simply amazing. Nick gave me a very much needed erotic spanking, complete with some very hot dialogue about how naughty I've been by "neglecting" a certain part of my wifely duty. (Hey, I've not really been neglecting it, there have been extenuating circumstances!)

It was so much what I needed, and it took me to a lovely and completely stress-free place where I could just let go and let all the day to day tension drain away. We also connected in a more traditional way, which was just as wonderful.

Plans were announced that tonight would restart the discipline part of our relationship for something I've been less committed to than I promised (getting Morgan's room in perfect order - we want to clean the carpet and hopefully soon get her a new bed so that we can have ours back). However, family obligations called, and we just got back from my parents' house. There was no emergency other than that my mom hadn't seen Morgan for all of 4 days, and they had a new kitten they were dying to introduce her to. We've put them off as far as a visit for the last few days just because we were busy, and tonight it was time to make room for their needs. So, the spanking will more than likely get put off, but I'm tired enough that that's more of a relief than usual tonight.

Anyway, I'm still basking in the very steamy memory of last night. WEG.

Cleaning House...

I did some much needed house cleaning on the links list tonight. I always hate to delete links, but the ones I got rid of either haven't updated any time this year, or the writers have moved (in which case I've added the new link). It's not fair to the people who do update (or for my readers) for the readers here to have to wade through dead blogs to find current sites. If I've removed your link and you do decide to hop back into blogging, please let me know, because I 'd love to re-link you...

A new blog and a new forum

Matt, Librarygirl's significant other, has started his own blog: Matt's Spanking Blog. He also has a terrific interactive spanking story site at A Young Lady Gets Her Bottom Spanked.

Also, there's a great new DD forum at DDRelationships.com.

The Young Riders

Today a friend mentioned something about the Pony Express, which brought to mind the late 80's/early 90's Western Drama "The Young Riders." So I did some online exploring.

This show first aired the year I turned 12, and it was hot-burning fuel for my budding sexuality. I wrote spanko story after spanko story, inserting myself into the dusty drama set in the Wild West in the 1860's. I still have most of them, although they're not the sort of material I would put on here (as I was a child when I wrote them, they're pretty much geared toward child spanking). That cast of rough and rugged men twice my age in a time when men were men and women were coddled, protected, and (according to John Wayne) spanked, fired my imagination like no other TV program before it or since.

To this day I love historical Westerns above all other spanking tales. For Wild West tales to warm your own blood, check out my friend Joannie.

"An Introduction to Spanking"

Askmen.com had a rather interesting article titled "An Introduction to Spanking."

"Virtually every man on Earth has had the desire to spank his woman. Whether it's a kinky fetish or simply a spice you want to add to the dish that is your sex life, spanking definitely has its perks.
Today's tip will help men everywhere learn how, when and at what tempo they should be spanking their women."

Click here to read the full text.

Happy 4th of July!

I hope everyone is having a lovely holiday! I'm FINISHED with the laundry finally! Yay! I did get one more spanking on Sunday, which made eight days in a row, an easy record for me, but I got the last of it put away last night. Today we're going to my parents house for a cookout, and hopefully a decent fireworks show. Nick and I bought a few last night to take up there, and usually my brothers and Nick's sister's boyfriend (who happens to be my parents' godchild - we introduced him to Nick's sister) take a trip out to the county line to pick some up too.
I'm very much looking forward to some good food and fellowship, not to mention having today off from work! Happy Independence Day!

A Couple More Links...

Welcome to Chris of All Good Things and CutiePie of Cutiepie's Sexy Spankings!

Summer days and spankings...

It's been a lovely weekend so far. Friday our church had a big Independence Day celebration with food, rides, a petting zoo, and fireworks. We got to go enjoy it with some friends who also attend there, and afterwards we all went out to IHOP for a very late breakfast. When we got home I got spanked with a hairbrush (20 for the laundry again), although (Shhhh!) it wasn't terribly bad. This particular brush has a much worse bark than bite, and I'm pretty sure Nick figured that out once it was over. BUT, he decided to let that spanking stand and not redo it with something else, although I'm fairly certain that brush has been taken out of the lineup.

Yesterday we went to the mountains and spent some time hiking near a shallow but very pretty creek where we took off our socks and shoes and waded for a while. Morgan managed to fall in and completely soak herself, so we just let her play and enjoy herself. This is something Nick and I both did with our parents when we were kids, and it was so neat to watch her have so much fun just getting wet and gathering smooth river rocks. We stopped back at home to get her some dry clothes, then went out to a new Italian restaurant that just opened up near our house. The food was awesome, and fairly priced, and there was enough of it to eat our fill and take some home too.

Now as far as the laundry, I really should have had it dome by yesterday. Really. But I didn't. And I just didn't feel like putting all that much effort into it. And I made the mistake of saying aloud that I'd almost rather have another spanking than finish the laundry up that night. So Nick decided that clearly the spankings weren't quite motivation enough, so he told me that I would be getting 40 licks instead of 20.

After we got home I made some effort at folding and putting away what was clean, but soon it was time for bed, and it was pretty clear that I wasn't going to get finished. So he got his belt and told me to bend over the couch, and he have me 40 good licks. I did manage to hold still for them.

At this point there are some clothes in the den left to put up, a load in the washer, a load in the dryer, a clean load on top of the dryer, and one good load left still dirty. I don't plan on getting spanked tonight.

New Links...

Here are a few more lovely blogs. I'll get the permanent links up on the side as soon as I can.

Cameo's Blog

Life with a Bit of Spanking

Spkrbryan's Blog

Well Spanked Bot

Spank the Weasel

Hidden Flames

And, for her especial love of Secretary and Dr. Gregory House...Bad Behavior

Still at it...

Well, I'm still working on the laundry - and still getting spanked for it. This makes 5 days in a row, counting Sunday at the cabin (a new record for me). Last night I got 20 with his belt, quite hard, but I managed to stay in place through the entire spanking. Tonight he went pretty easy on me for a few reasons. First of all, my bottom is pretty bruised and tender by now, and he was using the evil fish paddle, which is impossible to use for fun. Also, the dryer hose and vent somehow got plugged with a bird's nest, so nothing would dry until Nick diagnosed the problem and got it cleaned out.

The paddling was still definitely felt, but there were a few less than hard swats in there too. Sigh....by the time this is over I'll be sitting on one big purple bruise.

Ouchie...

Okay, getting spanked daily sucks. Last night I got another one for the laundry (I'm working on it!), and now I've got a big old bruise on my bottom. Now I don't mind bruises themselves. But I hated the way I got this one. Nick has decided that the AngelBrat paddle is the official "Laundry Reminder Paddle." And it hurts SOOOO bad! I ended up getting closer to 40 last night because I just couldn't hold still - and this was over jeans. Now I have a very sore bottom. And he added cleaning the bathroom into this whole thing, so I've got to get that done now too. Sigh. Off to do more laundry...

That was quick...

I just got a call from my mom - my dad's tests came back great! They think it may be a stomach issue causing the pain. Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers...

Please pray for my dad...

About 8 1/2 years ago my dad had 2 major heart attacks. He survived them, but he was out of commission for about 6 months recovering. Since then my mom has pushed and cajoled him into fairly regular checkups. A couple of months ago he had some routine tests, and everything looked great. Then a couple of days ago my mom told me that he'd been having chest pains again and was unusually fatigued, but he wouldn't go to the doctor because he'd just been checked out recently.

Well, he was taking a nap, but I went and woke him up and told him to get himself to the doctor before something happened, that I just couldn't lose him over something stupid like refusing to go. Sometimes he'll listen to me before he will my mom. So yesterday he emailed me at work and told me that he had an appointment at 1:00. My mom called me about 3:30 and told me that they had him in the ER and were going to admit him. Something came back abnormal on his EKG.

They came and got him about an hour ago for further tests, and if they find anything wrong, they'll do surgery today. I would very much appreciate your prayers for him.

A Sweet (if crowded) Anniversary

As I mentioned, our anniversary was yesterday. Well, we both had to work, which sucked, but I decided to make the best of it. (And it was very nice to come home to such sweet wishes here in the comments). I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home to pick up some laundry stuff, and a few essentials for the evening (think items in the lubricant family).

After Wal-Mart I went home and started cleaning the kitchen so it would be nice and spiffy when Nick got home.

That went well until I stepped out into the garage to take out the trash and stepped on The Sock of Death. I went sliding and executed a stunning and, let me assure you, QUITE unprecedented full split that put me rather efficiently underneath my Xterra. So I laid there with my face in dirty laundry (thinking, okay, missionary is out tonight) until Morgan came out to ask why I was laying in the floor.

Once I recovered enough to get up, I went in to start dinner. Money's a bit tight, so I was going with hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. While I was trying to get down the bowl to make the macaroni this giant Corel dish jumped off the top shelf of the cabinet and caught the side of my hand (SO SORE today), then hit the floor and shattered.

Well, Nick came home soon after and put a stop to the hot dogs, because he wanted to take me out (which was a bit of an extravagance, but hey, it was a special day). So we went to our local steak house (which happens to be pretty darn nice), and Morgan was soooo jealous because Nick wanted to sit on the same side of the booth with me. Of course I was terribly caught up in the romance of it (I almost always end up sitting beside Morgan, cutting meat, picking up utensils, etc.), but she was quite put out. Even so, we cuddled up together, and it was quite nice.

Then we went home and Morgan said, Hey! Let's celebrate your anniversary some more!" Well, we were trying to do that, but it wasn't exactly a family affair, if you know what I mean.

So I got her set up with Angelina Ballerina (I promise, I don't constantly farm her off to the TV, but for all the stuff I post about on here it's kind of necessary), and we went upstairs. Things were just about to get started with the new KY warming gel and massage oil when we heard small feet stampeding up the stairs. "I'm just going to play right here (outside our locked door), Mom. It's really nice here."

SO not conducive to sex. So we finally got her to go back downstairs, and we had sex, at which point he promptly fell asleep. But that was okay, because he did try to return the massage favor, but his eyes were drooping, so I told him I'd take a rain check. I'd very much enjoyed what we'd already done and was feeling rather sleepy and stuffed full of prime rib myself. So I updated on here for a few minutes, then put Morgan to bed and snuggled up with my very sexy husband of eight years.

A lovely evening, although a babysitter would have been a plus.

Now, for the spanking part: After we had Morgan occupied with TV (and before she came running up to "celebrate" with us), Nick took down the AngelBrat paddle. Yup, looks like he was serious about spanking me every night until the laundry is done. Now I wasn't thrilled about this, but I was warned, so I turned over. "You're getting twenty," he said. TWENTY? I can do twenty standing on my head! Or so I thought. I got out of position probably 4 times. It freakin' HURT! Friends, I was well and truly spanked in only twenty swats!

And I've got another coming tonight. Sigh...

A lovely day and more links...

Well, today was our anniversary, and it was lovely (at least after we both got off work). However, I'm extremely tired right now, so I'll post more about it tomorrow. But for now, here are a few new links to enjoy. I'll get them all added to the links section on the right as soon as possible.

Katie's Spanking Blog (By Katie Spade, Real Spankings model and "The Princess of Spanking"

Spanking Katie Spades (Katie's Yahoo Group)

Spanking and Marital Bliss by Sassy

Angel Reflection by Gina

Cassie's Space by Cassie

Fanny Annie's Blog by Fanny Annie

We're back!

Nick, Morgan and I just got back from our vacation. It was too short! But we really had a lovely time. We went up to the cabin on Wednesday, where Nick's grandparents left us the keys and the fixings for a steak dinner. We didn't do a whole lot on Wednesday other than unpack and just kind of chill out.

Thursday we went to a local amusement park we have season passes to, where Morgan very bravely rode a couple of water rides she previously hated. This time she decided that the roller coaster one just tickled her belly a bit, and the other one was very funny in that Mommy got soaked.

Friday we had to come back in to get Nick's paycheck and pay some bills, not to mention feed the dog (when you have a house full of spanko toys it kind of puts a damper on asking anyone to feed the pets for you). We had planned to have some friends up to the cabin for a cookout that night, but the husband ended up having to work late, so we just headed into a nearby mountain town to do cheesy touristy stuff. I found a fun hand shaped flyswatter like these (I ran out of room on my camera, so this shot I found online) which will be good for play.


Yesterday we did some swimming and Nick and I both ended up sunburned (not lack of sunscreen, just pale, Irish skin). A bit later Nick did some very successful fishing until Morgan decided to join him and "help". It turns out that little feet stomping across a dock is a bit of a tell for the fish.

Today was pack up and go day, so we got the cabin in shape and took off for some putt-putt, then swung back by the cabin to load everything up.

Okay, that's the family part. Here's the couple part:

The spanking I was due didn't happen before we left, somewhat to my frustration, because I figured that he just wouldn't want to deal with it during our time off together. I mentioned it on Wednesday, and we had a short, poorly timed conversation (he was very close to falling asleep) that ended with him saying something like "I'm sorry I've not gotten to it, but this isn't my thing, so sometimes you may have to remind me." Okay, for me "This isn't my thing" is a conversation ender. Whether he means it this way or not, the way it comes across is "You aren't my thing." And deep down inside, I know that he doesn't mean it that way, but it just stabs at every insecurity I have as a spanko.

So, I very cheerfully said, "Okay!", turned out the lamp, turned over, and let him drift off to sleep, which took about 35 seconds. Then I got up, went out on the porch, and bawled my eyes out for an hour. But I honestly wasn't just out there feeling sorry for myself. I spent the time taking a serious look at what DD meant to us as a couple, and I decided that just maybe I've been asking Nick to be something he isn't, and that maybe that's not such a healthy thing. So I cried some more, and prayed, and cried yet some more, and decided that he'd given me 2 1/2 good years of DD, and that it was time to let it go. It just hadn't felt like we were a team for a while, and I felt like maybe DD and my expectations of it were part of the reason. I never wanted to make him live his life in a mold that didn't fit.

I decided that rather than making a big dramatic announcement ("You're free!") that would doubtless lead to a big messy crying fit on my part that I would just stop bringing it up. Ever. I would leave it up to him to continue with DD if he wanted, still treating him respectfully and as HoH, but I would put away all the implements at home and never mention spanking again. And eventually, when months passed without him bringing it up, I could stop thinking about it every day.

So I cried myself out and went to bed, and tried hard to forget that I'm a spanko. But a hundred things went wrong, from the cancelled cookout on Friday which was rescheduled for Saturday and then recancelled for the same reason to the depressing process of having to take time out of our vacation to deal with money issues, which put Nick in a bad mood. I just couldn't get past the nameless ache in my heart that I knew was rooted in the decision that I nonetheless felt was right.

This morning I got up early and fixed myself breakfast, then hung out and read a magazine. Nick joined me before I had my Toaster Streudel out of the toaster, and he watched me read and studiously avoid any attempt to draw me into conversation. Then he got up and came back with this.
Now this was something we got for Nick's grandfather a few years ago. It's the sturdiest flyswatter known to man. The handle is made from a fishing rod (thus, a "fly rod" for those of you who will appreciate the humor). Okay, now I had a problem. Clearly he intended to make good on the promised spanking, so now I had to tell him what I had decided. The conversation went something like this:

"Look, can we talk about this for a minute?"

"Nope. There's nothing to talk about. I want you to get your butt up."

"No, seriously. I need to tell you something. I...I think maybe it's time we let this go. No, wait, I'm serious! I've given this a lot of thought, and I feel like maybe this has been enough. You've given me two and 1/2 years of DD, and I can't keep asking this from you..."

"I don't care what you thought - this is going to happen. You've had a bad attitude for weeks, and we're going to take care of it right now. Now get up!"

At that point I decided that maybe it would be best to just take the spanking and try to explain afterwards, when it wouldn't look like I was just trying to get out of it. So I asked him to close the blinds (we were on the screened-in porch) and the curtains that looked out from the living room in case Morgan woke up. He agreed and ordered me to pull down my pants and panties and bend over the ottoman. I obeyed, and was in position by the time he got back out.

Okay, to say that I got spanked is like saying Hiroshima went through a bit of a bombing. I got SPANKED. He started with the flyswatter, which feels like a thousand angry bees. Then, when he wasn't sure he was getting his point across, he began spanking with his hand. His hand hurt worse than I ever remember it doing before, and when his hand got tired, he took off his belt. Now I HATE getting spanked with his belt. It just plain hurts like nobody's business. And he doesn't use it very often. He doesn't have to. He alternated between the flyswatter, his hand, and his belt for the whole punishment. I have no idea how long the spanking went on, but I do know that I spent most of it begging him to stop and promising to do absolutely anything he wanted me to. He answered the promises with, " I want you to change your attitude" which I swiftly agreed to. I was near tears before the first swat, so I was sobbing like a baby by the time it was over. (Thankfully the neighbors were all gone).

When he was finished he let me go to the bathroom, and I came back, wiping my eyes and determined to have this conversation. What I got was a much needed and very reassuring lecture about how there was no way he was giving up DD. He told me that we both had contributed to the recent distance between us, but that he felt like it was mostly his fault, because he'd just been letting me get away with too much, which didn't leave me feeling very safe. He said that he hadn't taken advantage of the opportunities he'd had to bring me back in line, that he hadn't been taking care of me the way he should, and that all of that was changing as of now.

Of course all of that did exactly what it was supposed to, which was jerk me back into line and address the issues that made me spiral in the first place. One issue that has been a serious bone of contention between us lately has been the laundry, so, feeling quite brave, I told him that I felt like I really should have done better with it, and that maybe until it's all finished, I should be punished every night. He said that was a rather fine idea, at which point all my bravery fled, and I tried to invoke the 30-second rule on my suggestion. That didn't work, so apparently starting tomorrow I'll be getting spanked every night until the laundry is done.

My husband is just the greatest guy ever. I've not exactly been a picnic to live with myself, and that's not his fault. But still he stepped in and calmed my fears and reset my heart and checked me before I could do something that would ultimately hurt us both. He could see that this is something we both need, and also that I was projecting my fears about it onto him. He's so good to me.

Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.