Got this over atOnce Bitten. Thanks, guys! Submissive: Though you realize you are far from perfect you work toward being the submissive that your partner desires. You have ideas of your own that you will express and you have a certain amount of freedom in your day-to-day life. There are times when the yoke of submission begins to chafe but overall you do a good job in your submissive role.
Well, I found out last night that Nick has decided that the weekly stay-on-track spankings are a good idea. First, a bit of background:
The ceiling fan in our bedroom has been out of commission for a while now. That in itself is not such a big deal, since we have a nice oscillating fan too. The problem is that the overhead light portion of the fan also doesn't work. That means that we've been using our small bedside lamps to light the room. Nick and I both hate rooms that you can't light properly.
So anyway, we broke down and bought a new ceiling fan last night. He took the old one down, and of course I started looking at the blades with a bit of a gleam in my eye, but I thought, "Nah, no way those are sturdy enough." Nick of course caught on to what I was thinking, and after we had the new one installed, he took the old one out to the garage.
"What are you going to do with it?" I asked innocently.
"Well, I'm going to take it apart and make some sort of paddle to paddle your ass with."
He got the blades off of the motor housing, picked one up, and said, "Come here." Now it seemed harmless enough, so I wasn't too apprehensive, and I stood up and moved next to him.
"WHACK!"
Holy crap! That thing HURT! It turned out to be deceptively sturdy. He got in a few test whacks before I literally ran away (I never do that). Well, he puttered around for a few for minutes, and I relaxed and sat back down to talk to him. Then, out of the blue, he announces that he has something to take care of before we go to bed. Now when he says he has "something to take care of" it's always my butt.
"But, I've been good this week! I did everything you asked, and I even did a few other things!"
"And I'm proud of you. But this is just maintenance."
All of a sudden my great idea seemed like a horrible, horrible idea. A spanking EVERY WEEK just to keep me on track? What the hell was I thinking? I stalled for a bit until I got The Look that ends all nonsense, then I took the hand he was offering and stood up and bent over the car.
"You'll thank me for this later."
"Are you sure?"
Whack! "Owwwww!"
I got 50 swats, and they hurt, but I did thank him later. Today I feel peaceful and loved, and very well taken care of, and I know that it was exactly what I needed. Thank you, Baby.
This has been a stressful week. Work has been horribly busy for me (not good), but horribly slow for Nick (very not good - he works on commission). I know it will all shake out in the end - Nick and I tithe faithfully, and God always provides. But it's nervewracking in the meantime. It's especially hard because Nick is one of the hardest workers I know. He works Monday through Friday, and still goes in on Saturdays, even when he's not scheduled - just because he knows we need the money. It's frustrating for him (and for me for him) when he works his butt off all week and ends up with crappy warranty jobs that get shuttled to him because the people who should be doing them are just plain lazy. It drives me nuts, because he never tries to pull the same crap, even though I wouldn't blame him if he did. My husband is an extreme rarity: an honest, hardworking mechanic.
Sometimes he gets side work - some person sure they need new brakes and willing to pay well for the work. Most of the time, the person is right, and it's a nice little bonus for us and a steal on the labor for them. But several times he's taken a car apart to find that the "squealy noise" isn't bad brakes, but some simple, inexpensive, easily resolvable issue. And every time, he's fixed the problem, put the car back together, and refused to do unnecessary work, regardless of what it would pay. For that, I'm bust-wide-open proud of him.
And this post is mostly to tell him that I love him more than life itself, that I know work is frustrating right now, and that I love him even more for going in that extra day or staying that extra couple of hours, or doing any of the number of things he does to be a wonderful husband, father, and provider - all while upholding the standards that make him the man he is.
I love you, babe, and I appreciate the extra burdens you've carried lately. And even when times get tough, seeing you, talking to you, holding and being held by you makes my day bright and my heart light. You are my sunshine.
On my way home tonight, I started thinking about Mount Laundry, and decided I would try to scale it. It's probably the most frustrating chore for me, because it's just never-ending. Nick hadn't specifically asked me to work on it this week, although some effort towards it is pretty standardly expected, so I made plans to put a dent in it.
When I pulled into the garage, there he was - working on a greatly diminished pile of dirty clothes! And when we went inside, I found that he'd folded and mostly put away the two baskets full of clean clothes! And on top of that, he'd cleaned the den up too!
Of course I told him thank you several times, and I started in on the kitchen while he watched the last few minutes of his TV program (the reason he was still up so late). I always go to bed with him until he falls asleep, even if I plan to get back up. Just as he drifted off, I said, "I really don't deserve you."
Okay, I got tagged by Joannie, hardy, and Julia on the book deal, so here goes:
1. Total # of books I've owned: Wow, well into the thousands. I probably actually have only in the hundreds right now, because I'm a big believer in book swapping. We have a great used book store here where you can trade your books for either cash or store credit, with store credit being the much better deal. I usually take in between 20 and 50 books every trip and leave with a couple of bags full. Of course there are books that I own that I would never consider trading - gifts from my late grandmother, treasured childhood favorites, especially meaningful fiction. But I've always devoured books from cover to cover, and giving one up if it meant I could try a new flavor always seemed like a good deal to me. My mom was a great believer in the library, and that definitely steered me.
2. The last book I bought: I have to honestly say that I don't know. I've made several recent trips to the above mentioned book store, and I just can't seperate out those from the last trip.
3. The last book I read: The Brethren by John Grisham. This one doesn't actually belong to me. A coworker and I started a sort of unofficial library at work, a place for people to bring in old books they'd like to share, and I got it there.
4. 5 books that mean something to me: This one's tough to narrow down, but I'll try :
1)Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. My mother in law let me borrow this book, and it's a wonderful love story based on the book of Hosea in the Bible. It really paints a beautiful picture of God's unending love for us despite our past mistakes.
2) A Time to Kill. I saw part of the movie first when I was a teenager. I was at a friend's house and had to leave before it was over, and I was so pulled in that I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home and bought the book. It just strikes me as a book of such supreme justice.
3) The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. This book made me weep for days. I read it aloud to Nick and it moved him to tears too (shhhh!). It's a beautiful love story based on the life of the author's grandparents.
4) The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. A haunting story, very much worth reading, but prepare to be heartbroken.
5)What to Expect When You're Expecting by Heidi Murkoff, Sandee Hathaway, and Arlene Eisenberg. This answered every question and calmed every fear when I was pregnant. Truly a life saver.
Sunday was very nice also. I made a point to get in bed early (for me) at midnight Saturday night so I could get up early and have longer with Nick the next day. I got up around 9:00 Sunday morning, and we started off the day with a shared shower. Now we have a rather small shower, so if we're in there together, it's not for the convenience factor. We fooled around a bit, then decided to pick back up somewhere more comfortable.
I got out before he did and started getting dressed for church. He got out to find me in a skirt. Please understand that I don't wear skirts very often. It's not that I'm not feminine - believe me, I am. I'm just more comfortable in jeans, and since we get little time together, there's not often a reason for anything else. Plus, I went to a very small, very strict Christian school from 1st grade through 12th, and we couldn't wear anything but knee length skirts and dresses. It kind of burned me out a bit.
Anyway, the skirt was a big hit, and we finished what we'd started in the shower. And that kicked off what Nick called "No Panties Sunday". Yes, I went to church without panties. I'm pretty sure it's okay to lust after your spouse even in church. But perhaps I should be spanked just in case. WEG.
Later, we went out for pizza, then to my parents' house to swim. (I did put panties on before that). After we left there we stopped at Wal-Mart, where I very wisely sent Nick in by himself with a list of the absolute essentials. Our budget this week is too tight to afford one of my absolute essentials shopping trips. The rest of the evening was taken up by the season finales of Cold Case, Desperate Housewives (I'm devastated), and Grey's Anatomy.
I was a very good girl this week and did what was asked of me, so no spanking this time. Although there's still one thing to consider...
Last week Nick and I were discussing how it really doesn't help me when he cuts me slack, and I suggested that it might be a good idea for me to get a sort of preventative spanking every week, unless of course I've done something to earn a punishment. Now this is not something I suggest for everyone. Unless they're just for fun, spankings need to have a reason, not "just because it's Sunday." But these would definitely serve a purpose for me. Reminder spankings aren't very long or severe, just enough to really warm my bottom and reinforce our roles, and perhaps leave me a bit sore the next day. The "motivational spanking" I got last week really helped to keep me on track this week, and I received it as a very loving gesture.
Anyway, he said he'd think on it, and I asked him earlier if he'd decided. He admitted that he'd honestly just forgotten about it, but that it was still something he wanted to consider. I asked him when he might know (I know - pushy, pushy), and he said, "I might just decide in the morning?"
"Do I need to get up with you?"
"You might."
I guess we'll see.
This is no ordinary back scratcher. Here it is next to our (much) smaller bamboo version. Nick got in a couple of test whacks, nothing too terribly serious (as I was running at the time), but enough to let me know this thing has a serious bite.
I had a very nice weekend, very low key and spent just with my family, which was lovely. Saturday was spent mostly at home, just hanging out, listening to music, and just enjoying each other's company. I did let Nick babysit while I ran to Kohl's to pay on the card. While I was there, I found this:
I saw this atLife as Hisand thought it looked like fun:
01) My uncle once: taught me how to drive a stick shift, using his own car.
02) Never in my life: would I be unfaithful to my husband.
03) When I was five: I already knew I wanted to grow up and be a mommy.
04) High School was: awkward, painful, and much less important than I believed at the time.
05) I will never forget: my wedding day, my wedding night, the birth of our daughter, my first spanking from Nick.
06) I once met: the most perfect man. I married him.
07) There's this girl I know who: could use a good spanking.
08) Once, at a bar: a drunk guy tried to force me to Macarena with him.
09) By noon I'm usually: just waking up.
10) Last night: I came.
11) If I only had: enough money to pay off all of our debt.
12) Next time I go to church: will be tomorrow.
13) Terry Schiavo: Just sad.
14) I have a confession to make: I was late to work twice last week.
15) When I turn my head left, I see: my daughter, asleep on our bed.
16) When I turn my head right, I see: the dresser that's almost clean.
17) You know I'm lying when: my eyes wander while I'm talking.
18) Everyday, I constantly think about: spanking, spanking, spanking!
19) If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I'd be: the happy, saucey, peasant wife.
20) By this time next year: I hope to have my parents paid off completely.
21) A better name for me would be: um, AngelBrat? 22) I have a hard time understanding: why some women take their husbands for granted (and vice versa).
23) If I ever go back to school I'll: take classes just for fun: creative writing, cooking, auto mechanics, etc...
24) You know I like you if: I let you in on the fact that I'm a spanko.
25) If I won an award, the first person I'd thank would be: God.
26) Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferraro: An interesting tour group!
27) Take my advice, never: put too much stress on a powder filled stress ball. The end result looks like a horrible baking accident. Rather awkward if you happen to be at work.
28) My ideal breakfast is: Mmmm...this is terrible, but McDonalds sausage McGriddles with hash browns and sweet tea.
29) A song I love, but do not have is: Mr Brightside by The Killers.
30) If you visit my hometown, I suggest: make the very short trip to the mountains.
31) Tulips, character flaws, microchips & track stars: things that will never make me wealthy?
32) Why won't anyone: invent a self cleaning house?
33) If you spend the night at my house: please stay out of our toybox!
34) I'd stop my wedding for: nothing!
35) The world could do without: snakes. Really!
36) I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: harm my child.
37) My favorite blonde is: my little girl.
38) Paper clips are more useful than: crazy straws.
39) If I do anything well, it's: give really good head.
40) And by the way: I always swallow.
41) The last time I was drunk, I: conceived my child.
Sigh...I've had to remove some sadly defunct blogs. I realized I had actually never linked Keeper, although I thought I had. But both Keeper and Kept had to be taken offline due to real life discovery. Also, I've removed Just a Regular Jo and Claudblog. I hope all of you guys keep in touch!
Lafesseeis also going offline soon, but for now I'll leave the link, because there are some great resources over there.
Here's another lovely story by Bernaise. You can reach him at bernaise38@yahoo.com. As always, click on the Read More link to get the whole story.
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SPITFIRE by Alex B.
Shannon Blake couldn’t help it. She simply had to talk herself into trouble. This had been a problem for her growing up at home, at school and later on, wherever she worked. She seemed to crave confrontation and constantly found herself arguing with others over the smallest of issues. Of course, this was before she met Erik Powell. The two had been dating less than a month when Shannon managed to instigate a loud argument in the middle of a film they were watching. Aggravated by Shannon’s behavior and embarrassed at being part of a public spectacle, Erik took his date by the arm, lead her out of the movie theater and into the parking lot where he proceeded to tell her what an intolerable pain in the ass she was being. Then, as if to illustrate his point, he put his foot onto the rear fender of his car, pulled Shannon across his uplifted leg and slapped her bottom. She began to yell something at him but before she could catch her breath he smacked her ass again and was soon spanking her quite soundly. Shannon’s flimsy skirt and silk panties offered little protection against the onslaught of Erik’s powerful hand as it came down again and again, each time delivering a stinging handful of heat to the young woman’s aching backside. Erik gave Shannon's bottom one last wallop before letting her down. Once her feet were back on the ground, Shannon could to do little but try to regain her composure as Erik unlocked his door got into the driver’s seat. He started the engine and waited for her to get in, which she eventually did.
It was uncomfortably quiet inside Erik’s car as he drove Shannon home.
“I understand if you don’t want to see me again.” he said after seven minutes on the road.
Shannon didn’t respond. She just stared out the window watching trees and houses pass in and out of view. She was stunned- not by the spanking she’d just received but by the fact that she wasn’t the least bit angry or upset about it. She felt oddly at peace. It was strange because, even if she was in the right, she never felt pleased or vindicated after a dispute, only frustrated and empty. This felt entirely different. It was like tasting some exotic flavor for the first time. And she wanted more.
By the time they arrived at Shannon’s apartment building, Erik had taken his date’s silence to mean that their courtship was at an end. So he was more than a little surprised when she invited him in.
“I’m sorry we missed the end of the movie.” Shannon said from the kitchen as Erik made himself comfortable on the couch. She entered the living room with a drink in each hand. “I don’t know what came over me.” She handed Erik a glass as she sat down next to him. They sipped their drinks and smiled politely at each other. After a painfully long minute, Shannon spoke up again. “So, do you spank all the women you date?”
“Well...” Erik began with a laugh. “I’m not sure a gentleman should answer a question like that. Do you call every man you date a jerk?”
“I didn’t call you a jerk.” Shannon countered. “I said you were acting like one.”
Erik began to answer but then though better of it. “I really don’t want to argue anymore tonight.” he said calmly, then took a sip from his glass.
“Of course not! You know I’m right!”
“Look!” Erik said, putting his glass on the coffee table. “Are you spoiling for another trip across my knee?!”
Shannon paused, then gulped down the remainder of her drink before placing the glass on the table next to his.
“Not ‘spoiling’ exactly.” she said. “I think maybe ‘intrigued’ would be a better word.”
As she spoke, she leaned forward to meet Erik’s waiting lips. They kissed, softly at first, then deeply with passion. Erik was a bit disappointed when Shannon suddenly broke from the kiss and pushed herself from him. But he understood her motives when she kicked off her pumps and slowly crawled across his lap, offering to him her firm, round bottom. Without a word, Erik placed his left hand on the small of Shannon’s back while his right began to roam slowly across her ass cheeks. She sighed heavily as he gave her left buttock a gentle squeeze and grunted slightly when he gave her right one a mild smack. Shannon pressed herself against Erik’s leg as he continued to give her sore ass a deep, soothing massage interrupted by an occasional slap to one cheek or the other.
Then he stopped and with deliberate slowness lifted the hem of her skirt exposing her beautiful panty-clad bottom. Once again, he began alternately caressing and swatting Shannon’s cheeks while she continued to moan. As the rubbing got deeper, the swats came faster, each a little harder than the last. Erik was soon spanking Shannon with strong, full-armed strokes. Her feet left the floor as a particularly sharp slap landed across her reddening fanny. Noticing this, Erik massaged the area where his hand print appeared on her right cheek. He then pulled her panties down to the backs of her knees and continued to rub the tender area. A minute later, he was back to soundly slapping her ass.
Shannon was wincing with every swat and yet she couldn’t keep but from grinning as she felt herself becoming hot all over- not just her ass, but her face and her body. An intoxicating warmth spread from the tops of her ears to the tips of her toes. She’d gone from moist to drenched when Erik slid her panties down and now that he was spanking her bare bottom she was delirious with the mixture of pleasure, pain and humiliation. The swats were coming down hard and fast now. Shannon began to kick and cry out. Her cheeks were ablaze and felt as if they were throbbing two beats faster than her heart. Finally, as the spanking reached a fevered pitch, Shannon managed to say one coherent word: “Please!”
Erik recognized the sound in her voice and knew immediately that this was not just a request for him to stop spanking her, but a demand for him to start doing something else. He delivered two more swats, one to each cheek and quickly began to massage them once again. He kneaded her burning buttocks with his hands, squeezing and patting them as well. As he did this, he occasionally let his fingers wander between her thighs to explore her wetness. It didn’t take long for him to realize that she was ready. Erik gathered Shannon’s limp, quivering body into his arms rolling her over as he lifted her. She looked up at him through her weepy eyes as he carried her to the bedroom. There was no anger on his face, no contempt or superiority. It was clear that he had simply given her something of which she had been in dire need- a loving, attentive hand.
The next morning, the two had a long discussion over breakfast. They decided that Shannon could benefit from a lifestyle that included spankings in response to her verbal outbursts. They agreed on a simple set of rules then shook hands and kissed to seal the deal. During the months that followed, they stuck to their plan. Every time Shannon lost her temper and flew off the handle she was soon punished with a session across Erik's lap where she received a hard bare bottom spanking. If she used particularly poor judgment in her choice of words while quarreling, she would also spend ten or fifteen minutes standing in a corner with her freshly painted back porch on display.
Erik even managed to work the details of this arrangement into their wedding vows. At the altar, after audibly promising to love and cherish her, Erik leaned in and whispered a few private words into the ear of his new bride.
“I also vow to take this little spitfire across my knee and spank her bare bottom bright red whenever she needs it.”
Shannon blushed deeply at the thought of someone overhearing this and when she saw the giddy smile on the minister’s face as he asked for the rings her face turned the shade of raspberry sherbet.
One year later, to the day, found Shannon in her kitchen preparing a first anniversary dinner for her husband. She’d left work three hours early in order to surprise him when he came home. The food, all his favorite dishes, came out perfectly and was on the table at 6:00- the time Erik normally walked through their front door. By 6:15 the food had cooled and Erik wasn’t home yet, so Shannon put the meat and vegetable dishes in the oven. She left a concerned message on Erik’s voice mail at 6:30 and two angry ones at 6:45 and 7:00. At 7:15 Erik finally arrived home to find his wife staring coldly at him from her chair at the dinner table.
“Happy anniversary!” she began sarcastically.
Erik stood silently in the doorway while Shannon flew into a tirade. She went into great detail about her efforts to make this evening special and how upset she was that he didn’t even bother to call and tell her he’d be late. She declared that Erik didn’t really love her, that he only cared about himself and that she had no idea why they were together. She peppered these statements with an abundance of cruel insults and extremely fowl language. She was about to grab the carefully prepared table and flip it over in her rage when she suddenly noticed a band-aid on her husband’s forehead.
“What the hell is that?” she said, her voice softening as she approached him.
“It’s just a bump.” he told her. “I got car-jacked this afternoon.” Erik walked with Shannon to the dinner table and sat down as he calmly explained that a young man had assaulted him in the office parking lot. He said that he’d handed his keys over as ordered, then the man bashed him on the head with the butt of a pistol and drove off. “I spent the next two hours at the police station filing a report. I took a cab home.”
“But why didn’t you call?” Shannon asked.
“My cell phone was in the car.” Erik said. “I guess I could have called from the station, but I didn’t want to worry you. Besides, I didn’t know you’d be home early tonight.”
“Oh, honey!” Shannon kissed his bruised forehead. “You must be starving! Let me put dinner back on the table.” she said, walking into the kitchen.
“Dinner can wait!” Erik stated in a manner that stopped Shannon her tracks.
She turned around to see Erik's angry stare.
"I just talked myself into a spanking, didn't I?"
"Don't underestimate yourself!" Erik replied with a slight smirk. "You not only talked yourself into a spanking, you talked your panties all the way down to your ankles! Now get in the living room! And bring the chair with you!"
Shannon dreaded that phrase: "bring the chair". It meant that she was in big trouble. Those three words told Shannon that Erik would soon be rolling up his sleeve. They foretold kicking and tears and promised that she’d soon be rubbing her throbbing red bottom as she stood in the corner.
Shannon took a chair from the table and brought it into the next room where her husband was waiting, arms folded. Erik snatched the chair from her, placed it on the floor and immediately sat down. Before she could blink twice, Shannon was over his lap with her skirt up and her panties down. Erik gave his wife’s soft, round ass cheeks a few preliminary rubs and squeezes.
“We should get new carpet.” she said. “This burnt umber shade is kind of yucky.”
“I don’t think it’s so bad.” Erik replied as he began gently slapping her ass.
“Sure! You’re not the one who has to stare at it all the time!”
Making small talk with a few jokes thrown in was Shannon’s way of lightening Erik’s mood before a spanking. And, to a certain extent, it worked. Of course it never completely got her out of being punished. Once Erik decided to take Shannon to the woodshed, she was going to the woodshed!
Shannon glanced over her shoulder nervously.
“May I ask how bad I’m going to get it?”
“Yes, you may.” Erik said, then continued giving her bottom a warm-up.
“Thanks.” she replied toward the floor. After a dozen or so moderate swats, she looked back over her shoulder again. “How bad am I going to get it?!”
“I want you to imagine that I’m putting an English muffin into our toaster.”
“Okay.” Shannon replied tentatively.
“Now what are the three settings on the dial of that toaster?”
“Um... light?” the young woman guessed with a hint of hope in her voice.
“Good. Keep going.”
“Medium?”
“One more.” Erik replied as he casually rolled up his right sleeve.
Shannon swallowed hard. “Dark?”
“Bingo!”
“Damn!” she said through pouting lips. “Why do you always have to toast muffins like that?!”
“It makes the butter melt quickly.” said Erik and with that he lifted his hand and delivered the first serious swat. Shannon yelped and gritted her teeth in anticipation of the next one, which also proved to be a real stinger. Like a pitcher who was properly warmed up, Erik soon brought the spanking to an intense pace. He smacked his wife’s bottom with all the speed and strength he could summon. Shannon began whimpering and her eyes were filled with tears.
“His hand is so hard!” she thought. “How can such a sweet man have such rough, powerful hands?!”
Her buttocks felt like molten glass. Trying to brace herself, she grabbed onto the left front and rear legs of the chair. She tried not to kick, but her reflexes soon took over and her feet were flying wildly through the air. As the torrent of slaps continued to scorch her burning backside, Shannon began bawling like a child sent to the principal’s office. She apologized profusely through her tears and promised that she would never lose her temper again. Unconvinced, Erik continued spanking his wife until her ass was raw, red and swollen.
“Okay, stand up.” Erik finally commanded.
Shannon pushed herself from his lap and stood sobbing before him. Erik took his sweetheart into his arms hugging her and kissing her tear-stained face until she stopped crying. He then took Shannon gently by the arm to the corner near the couch. He was about to tell her that she was to stand there with her panties down for the next fifteen minutes when the phone rang. Erik went into the kitchen to answer it.
As she stood in the corner gripping her sizzling buns in both hands, two thoughts ran through Shannon’s mind. One was that her husband had the hardest hands she’d ever felt, the other was that she must be the luckiest woman on Earth.
Erik returned a minute later. He told Shannon that the police had found his car. “It’s at the impound lot downtown. They say it hasn’t been damaged. I told them you’d drive me down in a few hours to pick it up.” He put his hand on Shannon’s shoulder and turned her around so he could look into her soft, watery eyes.
“Happy anniversary!” she said with a sincere smile.
They embraced.
“Happy anniversary!” he replied, laughing a bit as he reached down to firmly cup her burning ass cheeks in his rugged hands. As he did this, Erik kissed his way down Shannon’s neck to her chest.
“Baby..." she whispered. "I want to put some antiseptic on your forehead. I don’t want you to get an infection.”
“Yes!” Erik groaned back, his voice a bit muffled as he pressed his lips into her cleavage. “And I’m going to rub some cream on your bottom. I don’t want you to blister.”
Moaning softly, Shannon tilted her head back as her right hand unzipped Erik’s pants and deftly maneuvered its way into his underwear.
“What am I going to do with you?” Erik asked with a knowing smile.
"Just keep loving me, okay?" Shannon replied, looking hopefully into her husband’s adoring eyes.
"Let me tell you something, my little spitfire...” Erik said, giving the tip of her nose a kiss. "I'll love you 'til you can't sit down!”
Here are a yummy picture from Julius Zimmerman's gallery. He doesn't actually have a lot of spanking art, but he's definitely the go-to guy if you're looking for a Flintstones orgy (not my thing).
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I've been bad and spent the last hour or so getting lost inJoannie'snew forum, so I haven't updated here. But I promise I'll post something fun tonight!
I've linked a delicious art site on the right. You can see more of the this lovely artwork by following that link or by clicking on the title of this post.
I'm in my 30's, happily married to a wonderful man. We have two beautiful daughters and a handsome new baby boy, and I'm a stay at home mom with a budding photography business on the side.
Nick - my husband and best friend. Morgan - our oldest daughter Daisy - our youngest daughter and middle child Jack - our youngest child and only son Kate - Nick's younger sister who lives in Texas Will - Kate's husband Kit - Kate's daughter, 16 months older than Morgan Maddox - William and Kate's son, 4 months older than Daisy Kelly - Nick's youngest sister, married to Grant Grant - my parent's godson, close enough that they consider him their child and my brothers and I consider him a brother; married to Kelly Logan - Kelly and Grant's little boy, 9 months younger than Jack.
Adison - Kelly and Grant's baby girl, 19 months younger than Logan. James - my oldest younger brother, a surgical tech. Robert - my youngest brother, also my pastor Faith - married to Robert Elizabeth - my best girlfriend, I've known her my whole life Alicia - a good friend I went to school with Ann - my best friend in highschool, still one of my very best friends although I don't get to see her that often Denise - a very good friend of mine who recently moved back home to Indiana.
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