Tuesday, August 23, 2005
The Bad Day at his Mother’s
She sat there on the bench at the end of her mother-in-laws garden, sullenly smoking and flicking her ashes into the grass. She had retreated out there soon after their arrival and had stubbornly refused her husband’s entreaties to come back inside and visit with his mother. Even though she loved her mother-in-law, the visits always bored her silly and she usually managed to convince her husband to go without her. Today, however, he had insisted that she accompany him. The pouting had begun the minute she had flung herself into the car, and it wasn’t showing any signs of abating soon.
Sitting there starting at the ground, she was so engrossed in her black mood that she didn’t hear the back door open. She only realized she wasn’t alone when her husband’s feet stepped into her line of vision. Looking up, she gave him her best scowl and then proceeded to look past him, focusing her eyes on some distant point.
Mark sighed. “All right Leigh,” he said, “enough is enough. Please stop this immature behaviour and come inside. Mom is starting to wonder what’s wrong with you. Can’t we just have a nice visit and then go home for a nice evening? Or are you determined to spoil the entire day?” Leigh allowed her eyes to travel back to his face and then glared at him as she defiantly stuck the cigarette back between her lips. Drawing on it deeply, she held the smoke for a long moment before finally exhaling in his direction. As she slouched back on the bench and flicked her ashes sharply towards his feet, his eyes narrowed. “Well, I guess that answers my question,” he said quietly before turning and going back to the house.
“Wimp! Jerk! I’ll do what I please – he’s not going to do anything about it! Thinks he can tell me what to do! Ha! I’ll show him!” Leigh muttered to herself after he left. She had worked her way through two more cigarettes and into a self-righteous snit by the time the back door opened again. She looked up to see Mark approaching with a handful of black trash bags. He walked past her to the back gate, which he unlatched and held open. “Come on, young lady,” he ordered. “You can at least get off your butt and come help me clear out some of the trash in Mom’s garage. If we’re going to use it for storage space when we move, it has to be straightened out first.” He stood, holding the gate open, waiting. Finally, with a loud sigh of disgust, Leigh flung down her cigarette, ground it out with her heel, and flounced past him out the gate and down the back path. Shaking his head, Mark followed her.
The garage was in a secluded compound with all the other garages for his mother’s terrace of houses. The path filed along the back ends of all the gardens before opening up into a paved area. The free-standing line of garages stood along one side of this area.
Silently, Mark went to his mother’s garage and unlocked the door. He lifted it open as Leigh stood behind him, arms crossed, toes tapping impatiently on the pavement. Still not speaking, he held a trash bag out to her and motioned for her to enter the gloomy space which was lit by one small window. Snatching the bag from him, Leigh stomped past him, her feet raising small clouds in the dusty floor. She was halfway across the room when she heard the heavy door bang back shut. She whirled around to see her husband latching it.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. “How in hell are we supposed to see to straighten up in here if you close the door? You’re trapping all the dust in!” She went to the door and began banging on it, trying to find the latch.
Suddenly, Mark took her by the arm and moved her back away from the door. She began to sputter at him in anger. But before she could get a complete sentence out, her husband’s growl stopped her. “Hush up right now, young lady!” he barked. Leigh’s mouth gaped open in mid-tirade. Mark continued in a loud, stern voice. “For your information, the only thing about to get ‘straightened up’ in this garage is you, and I have plenty of light for that. You’ve been acting like a right brat all morning and it’s going to end here! It’s time you had an attitude adjustment!” As he spoke, he was moving slowly towards Leigh. She began to unconsciously back away from him, her eyes wide in disbelief. When she bumped into the side of the garage, she realized that he had her backed up against the wall and her self-preservation instinct kicked in. Planting her feet firmly, she threw back her shoulders and glared back at her husband. “Oh yeah?” she sneered. “And I suppose you think you’re going to be the one to ‘adjust’ my ‘attitude'? If I have any attitude, it’s all your fault, you know. I didn’t want to come in the first place! We wouldn't have this problem if you had left me alone.....” The defiance that had flared so brightly in her eyes began to shrink and her bravado trailed off as Mark went nose to nose with her. Or, rather, chest to nose. Her confidence failed as he silently towered over her. Before long, Leigh was no longer feeling quite so sure of herself. She broke from his gaze first and was soon twisting her hands nervously in front of her.
“That’s better,” Mark growled. “Now let’s get to that straightening up I promised you!” He pulled Leigh to him by the waistband of her jeans and began to undo the button. She shrieked and tried to jump away from him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hollered as she tried to slap his hands away. Mark simply grabbed both of her wrists and hung on until she stopped struggling. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, young lady. I’m going to take down your pants and panties, right here in this garage, and I am going to bend you over and paddle that attitude right out of that bare butt of yours….” He was interrupted by a squeal of “NOOOOO!!” and more struggling from Leigh, but he hung on tightly and continued through clenched teeth.
“Oh yes I am – make no mistake about it! I’m about to turn that white bottom of yours red and hot! You won’t be too anxious to go back to that hard bench at the end of the garden when I finish with you. That cushioned chair in Mom’s living room will look pretty inviting when your backside is sore and throbbing. Which is what it’s going to be in about 10 minutes!”
With that, Mark ignored Leigh’s shrill protests and went about the business of disciplining his errant wife. He gently pinned her to the garage wall with his shoulder and dodged her flailing hands as he unzipped and yanked her jeans down to mid-thigh. The nasty names she called him when her panties followed steeled his reserve. She tried in vain to push him away as her squealing reached a fever pitch. Mark grasped his now half-clothed wife by the arms and held her in place until she looked him in the eye. His determined and steady gaze reduced her fussing to a low whimper. When he knew she was listening, he continued.
“Now young lady, I am going to bend you over and give you the hard, bare bottom spanking you so richly deserve. You can scream if you like – the houses are far enough away and the occupants sufficiently deaf that I doubt anyone would hear you. But just to be on the safe side, you might want to keep it down.”
With that, he spun his wide-eyed wife around and quickly bent her over next to him. He wrapped his right arm around her waist and held her tightly to him as his left hand began a firm assault on her unprotected bottom. She was now screeching with every slap that echoed in the near-empty garage, but at a decidedly lower volume. Mark continued to apply swat after stinging swat. When Leigh tried to reach back to protect her burning buttocks, he simply grabbed her wrist and pulled it under her, holding it clasped in his against her belly. “Oh no you don’t missy! You know better than that! Guess we need something stronger!” He stopped spanking her long enough to reach in his back pocket and produce the wooden spoon he had appropriated from his mother’s kitchen on his way out the door. The first impact made it clear to Leigh that the stakes had just been raised. Her squeals registered the shock.
On and on, Mark paddled his wife like the naughty little girl she was, the spoon dancing across her jiggling cheeks as her feet danced on the dusty floor. Each smack flattened one of her full buttocks, which would then spring back up traitorously to receive the next resounding WHACK! The skin went pink, then red, then crimson as the heat began to rise from the surface. He kept on, waiting for the change in attitude that would signal that he was getting through to her. He heard it first in her voice. What had started out defiant and belligerent had become pleading and compliant. “Who the hell do you think you are?” had given way to “Owwww! Please sir – no more! Waaahhhh! I’m sooooory! I’ll behave, I promise!”
The next sign Mark was waiting for was one of submission. When the pleading stopped, and the struggling ceased, and the tears started, Mark gave her six final sizzling strokes, three on each cheek. They were placed down low on her sensitive sit spot and each one made her buck and wail again at his side. He continued to hold her, lightly caressing her swollen hot bottom until she stopped thrashing and stood somewhat still, her weight centered back on her own two feet.
When he finally released her, she sprang upright and both hands flew back to rub furiously at her burning bottom as she sobbed. Mark stood with his arms crossed while he waited for her to finish dancing in place. Once she had collected herself to the point of sniffling and shifting from foot to foot, he spoke to her. “All right, young lady, wipe your face, fix your hair, and pull your pants up. I’m giving you 15 minutes to compose yourself and then we are going back into the house where you are going to be polite and sociable. Then on the way home we will discuss what your evening punishment is going to be. Don’t even try to argue!” he snapped, waving away her attempts to beg him not to spank her again. “You have behaved horribly and spoiled our day. We’ll see how anxious you are to leave here when you know you have another spanking coming when we get home! Now move!”
Mark began to pick up trash from the garage floor and straighten the few items stored there. Leigh sniffed and rubbed at her eyes for a few moments. Mark heard her gasp when she finally inched her panties and jeans up over her swollen, hot bottom. “Are you ready to go inside?” he asked. Leigh nodded miserably as she looked at the floor. He had one last warning for her. Putting a finger under her chin, he lifted her head so that she had to look him in the eye. “And understand this, young lady! If you DARE to go in that house and sit and pout about what has just happened or what is going to happen later, I won’t hesitate to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom again right there in the house! Do I make myself clear?” Leigh nodded and choked out “Yes sir” as one last tear slid down her cheek. Opening the garage door, Mark gave her another swift swat that made her yelp and sent her scurrying outside. He then closed and locked the door again. Taking his wife by the hand, he led her slowly down the path to the house.
To be continued.............................
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Copy this entire list into your blog/journal.
BOLD everything about you that is true.
Leave plain anything that is false about you.
Put an asterisk (*) at the end of false statements you would LIKE to be true.
I am bi-sexual.
My spouse or lover is aware of my orientation. (Yeah, straight. What's to know? LOL!)
My spouse or lover has watched me have sex with someone of my gender.
I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.
I have blindfolded someone else during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
I have had sex while surfing porn on the Internet. (Actually, just after. Hard to have sex and type at the same time!)
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex. * ( I just wanna try other places!)
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for my spouse or lover while on the phone.
I have masturbated for someone over a web cam.
I have had sex over a web cam.
I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on. (DID - When I was younger!)
I have been tied up during sex.
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped wax onto a lover's body.
I have had a lover drip wax onto my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex.
I have had sex in a burning building.
I like having my nipples squeezed during sex.
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence. (If spanking art counts.)
I enjoy nudie magazines. (If they're spanking nudie magazines.)
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I think PLAYBOY is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email. (No way - viruses!)
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn video. (Puh-leeze! Most of my male friends are gay! Gotta do something on a boring Saturday night, and it sure ain't gonna involve having sex!)
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on.
I have had interracial sex with someone of my gender.
I want my spouse or lover to have an interracial sex experience.
I want to watch my spouse or lover have an interracial sex experience.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research given the opportunity.
My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs. (ONLY in the spanking department, and we're working on that!)
I currently have a "crush" on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I have had sex with someone from my place of employment.
I have had sex with a former co-worker of my gender.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I'm not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me.
I have had sex under water.
I have had sex in the snow.*
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing while having sex.
I have had more than ten orgasms in one night. (Guess who has a happy hubby?)
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift. (Giving yourself to your spouse is always a gift.)
I have set-up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex.*
Not sure how kinky that all makes me, but it was fun!
Over on the other poll, 51 of the 110 women responding do corner time. Again, almost 50%. 39 of them do not get it but want it. So that's about 35% - not as high as the other but still significant.
Seems to me that what I'm seeing here is a major missed opportunity by the men! The majority of the women either get corner time and accept it, or don't get it and want it. Hey guys! If you're not putting her in the corner either before, during or after a good spanking, maybe you should give it a try. A lot of us appear to want it! I guess maybe we just need to be more vocal in asking for it.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Saturday, July 09, 2005
I've always loved this concept - not the malfunction part, just the spanking on demand. Anyone else ever fantasized about a machine? I know it's not the ideal situation - we all want that human contact (pun intended). But boy, there are times when this sure would come in handy -like when hubby is out of town! (Can we tell that a certain redhead is in serious need of a little theraputic butt-clapping?) I also just noticed that this drawing was done by a Brit - the price sign says '10p' instead of '10 cents'. And that seems pretty cheap to me. At those prices, I'd have a red backside a lot of the time! How does anyone else feel about a machine? And what features would yours have? I'd have more settings than this one, that's for sure. How about a removeable hand so that you could change out implements? Maybe a better padded lap for comfort? *Sigh* More dream fodder for tonight..........
Thursday, July 07, 2005
This is what a terrorist bomb will do to a double decker bus full of people. Nearly 50 people are dead (so far) and over 700 are injured, many with missing limbs, and for what? There is no good reason.
As many of you know, I'm an American living in England with my British hubby. You've probably also heard the news of the terrorist attacks on London today. I remember when I lived in the States and was emailing and calling friends in New York on 9/11 to make sure they were ok. I never dreamed the shoe would be on the other foot. I have received so many calls and emails today, and have appreciated every one of them. We're actually about 60 miles outside of London, but it's still an unsettling feeling to have this happen so close to home. And I'm off work today, so had thought about going into London today to do some shopping. Glad I didn't. It really doesn't help that hubby is gone on business so I'm here alone. It's not that I'm afraid anything will happen where we are, it's just the being alone and not having him here to talk through this with. So I came here to yammer at all of you. Please say a prayer for all those directly affected by this.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
As you've probably all noticed by now, I love pictures and I have a lot of them. So on most days, I'll post one of the fun ones - sometimes related to spanking, sometimes not. They will usually be good for a smile, or, at the very least, useful - like this one! Print, cut and hang on your bedroom doorknob. Good for those nights when you just need a little bit of a nudge for your HOH. Keep checking back - you never know what you'll find. And let me know if there's anything in particular you'd like to see. If I don't have it, I may be able to find it. I just love treasure hunts!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
I'm sure positioning has a lot to do with staying put. For the strugglers amongst us, this is surely an imaginative one! Something tells me he's had trouble from her before (I just love these vintage pictures!). I don't think she could go anywhere if she wanted to, and she sure can't put her hands back to protect her bottom. I suppose she could try straightening her legs to lower the target away from him, but that would seem to be a mistake since it would just open up the backs of those tender thighs to being swatted. By the same token, all he has to do is take a step back, pulling her upper body forward and giving him access to all areas of her bottom, including the sit spot. So on a scale of 1 to 10, I give this one a 10, just because it gives me the shivers!
This one sure looks like it would cut down on the ability to run away! He's got a firm grip on her legs and complete access to every inch of her bottom. It's kind of hard to struggle when you're on your back and folded in half. From the way she has her hands over her face, I'd say she has resigned herself to her punishment. I give this one a 10 for position, but only an 8 for his wicked choice of implement!
Ahhh - corner time. I can just hear him - "All right, young lady, you can just stand there until you decide you're going to take your spanking like a good girl! When you've decided to behave, we'll start over. And if I have to put you back here again, we'll start over again! " I think that after a couple of trips to the corner and having your spanking started all over again for the second or third time, you might have second thoughts about trying to get away. I've never been put in a corner myself, but I have to admit, there is something about the thought of standing there with your panties down while he delivers a stern lecture (and the occasional swat) that just gives me goosebumps! I give this one a 7, only because I like to see panties and pants on but lowered to mid-thigh so that the bottom is nicely framed.
There are all sorts of other threats that my hubby could use to make me stay still for a spanking. I know I freeze when I hear the cane swish through the air behind me! There are other things that I have only read about, but think that I would like to try. I know some people cringe when you mention figging, or butt plugs, or anything of that sort, but being the anal spanko that I am, those are things that I am sure I will write about here in the future. So be forewarned - LOL! Would love to hear from any of you on ways that your HOH keeps you in place when you're being disciplined. And please sign my guestbook (link on the right)!
Sunday, June 26, 2005
This is one I found a good use for - print it out on transfer paper. You'll want to put it in a paint program first and flip it so it prints out backwards. Then get a pair of plain white panties and iron it onto the seat. When you're in the mood, wiggle your butt at him! Hope everyone had a good Sunday!
1) When I'm being naughty, and
2) When I'm not being naughty!
Today, I seem to be more of a 1. I've been like that for the last couple of days. It's a combination of homesickness, hating my job, etc. It's one of those moods that I just can't seem to shake off and I feel like every pout on my face is just screaming at hubby - "Why don't you just drag me off to the bedroom, turn me over your knee, yank down my panties, and spank this crank right outta me!" And then for good measure, I'd send me to the corner until I was ready to straighten up and be more positive. *Sigh* Who knows - the day isn't over yet!
And just for the record, I'd change the picture above so that she was over his knee and bare bottomed. I'm not much for the idea of bending over and touching your toes. For one thing, it looks uncomfortable. (Yes, I know - since when was this about MY comfort?!) Not to mention the fact that I need a little more restraining than that - if he doesn't have an arm around me I'm tempted to take flight! And spanking over clothes? Seems a little cold and distant to me. No objections to the choice of implement, however!
How about you guys? What are your preferences?
Thursday, June 23, 2005
It's nice to see from my counter that there have been almost 700 hits on this blog in just a couple of days. But no one is talking! I know - it's summer and we're all enjoying the nice weather. But I sure could use your feedback. Tell me what you want to talk about. Just click on the comment link below and a box will pop up. Talk to me! I'd love to hear from you.
I also wondered about the fact that the picture itself has stayed around for so long. Do you think the people in it are aware of the fact that it is floating around in cyberspace? I see these vintage pictures on a lot of websites, so they seem to be a popular theme. Do they still have a dusty copy of it themselves in a shoebox in the closet? I wonder if they pull them out from time to time and wistfully think about the good old days. Or would they be horrified to know that people are looking at them again? I like to think that they would be flattered that people were still interested.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
The way he's holding her in place, the obvious struggle she's trying to put up but can't since he has her legs locked down and her hand held away, her round bottom just peeping out from under the crinolines, the brush aiming for the perfectly framed target, the look on her face.................. *sigh* I wonder what she did to get herself in this position?
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Surprisingly, the first topic he brought up wasn't my spending, but rather my smoking! He informed me that I was smoking too much. Well, yeah, but I tend to do that when I'm frustrated!! I guess he decided that my reply was a bit too flip. He repeated, a bit more forcefully, that I was smoking too much and the tone of my voice wasn't convincing him that I agreed. So he sat up, rolled me over onto my tummy, and began to spank me on my panties. This lasted for a few hard swats. Now, I can take a lot, so I wasn't making a lot of noise at this point which apparently made him assume I wasn't paying the proper attention. Well, I find it a little difficult to take it seriously when the man spanking me is naked, since I'm pretty sure where the spanking is headed! Again, more on that later...........
The lecture continued and my panties were summarily dragged down my legs and discarded. Now the smacks on my bare bottom were starting to sting a little more, but still definitely not enough to make this hard-headed redhead squeal. That changed a bit when the hairbrush began to crack down on my backside. I did begin to yelp a little as he did a pretty thorough job of covering my entire butt with that horrid thing. I was starting to feel an all-over sting and the heat was beginning to build.
Then the rat fink pulled out his ultimate attention getter - the cane! I heard that thing swish behind me and suddenly I was the very contrite wife, promising to cut down on the cigarettes and begging him not to cane me. I was told that it was only going to be one so that I could see what young ladies got when they disobeyed, or words to that effect. So I curled my toes and grabbed the sheets in my fists and YEOW! No fair! He gave me two! I seriously thought he was going to make me cry his first time out of the gate - those strokes took my breath away. I've said it before and I'll say it again - damn Brits!
Needless to say, what followed was what I expected all along and what made it difficult to take the whole thing too seriously. I got a lovely butt massage and, of course, we made love. Hey, don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining! And I'm quite flattered that my 45 year old bare butt still turns him on to that extent. As we lay there snuggling afterwards, I kept my mouth shut and just figured that eventually we would work out the distinction between erotic versus punishment spankings. Then, to my surprise, my darling hubby voiced the same conclusion without any prompting from me! He said he knew that he would have to work on separating the sexual from the disciplinary and just to give him time. Woo-hoo! I wanted to jump up right then and paste a gold star on his forehead! And not just for the thought, but because he actually said the word 'disciplinary'! Trust me, you don't know what a big step that is for him...........
As we lay there talking, he dropped another bomb on me. The subject of my spending was brought up. Now see, this spoiled brat had envisioned the following conversation:
Him: All right young lady, you can spend £20 a week and no more.
Me: Oh no honey, £10 a week is more than enough! Really, I can manage with that!
Him: No, we'll start with £20 a week and see how it goes.
Me: Thank you sweetie!
Now this is where the 'be careful what you wish for because you just might get it' comes into play. The actual conversation went more like this:
Him: All right, you get £25 a month to spend on non-essentials.
Me: £25 a MONTH?! Oh come on honey, couldn't I have £10 a week? That's only £40 a month!
Him: No! We'll start with £25 a month, and I'm going to be keeping a eye on it!
Me: (Sundry and miscellaneous whining)
Him: Don't argue. It's going to be £25 a month to start, and we'll see how it goes. Once we get the finances back in shape, we can change it.
Sheesh! You push them to take charge, and then, horror of horrors, they DO! Well, I finally -grudgingly - agreed to it. I had, after all, asked for this. And the £25 a month is really only for things like my purchases on eBay. My hubby is anything but stingy with anything I really need and he did say that I didn't have to count anything bought for both of us or for the house or for gifts. If I'm careful, that amount will get me two or three goodies a month which should be enough for anybody. But if you'll excuse me now, I'm going to go have a cigarette and then bang my head against the wall for a while for coming up with this brilliant idea...........
Monday, June 20, 2005
Ok, deep breath, stop venting, start explaining. Where was I? Oh yeah, Friday night. Ick. First of all, I knew it was going to be hard for him to talk about this. So I gently nudged. Then I gently nudged a little more. Finally, just about NUDGED him right off the couch! You know, men get very monosyllabic when they're uncomfortable. Lots of throat clearing, grunting - I thought I was out in the wild hunting boar. Eventually, he produced the credit card bill and waved it at me. "There's - um - a lot of - um - charges on there - ahem - for eBay," says he. "Yes?" says I. "And......?" "Uh - you really need to - um - cut down on those." Oh for shit's sake! I knew this was a waste of time, I could see it coming a mile away! Didn't I just tell him in my letter that telling me to "be careful" didn't cut it? "Fine," I choked out. I tried again. "So what does that mean exactly?" "Well, um, it means we need to, uh, set some, ahem, limits." I waited. Held my breath. Was he going to do it? Then he did it. He asked me. He ASKED me! "What kind of limits did you have in mind?"
AARRRGGGHHH! This wasn't what I wanted! (Ok, I was still in brat mode, so you'll have to forgive my hissy fit.) I wanted him to step up to the plate and TELL me how it was going to be, not ASK me! This wasn't going like I planned, or at least hoped. All my visions of being told by my big, strong, authoritative hubby that "This is how it's going to be, young lady, or you'll get a good spanking" went straight out the door. I had already had one marriage where my husband had let me run the show and make all the rules while basically ignoring me, and guess what? I wasn't married to him anymore! Here I thought I had finally found the man who was going to be not only my partner and soulmate, but also my protector and guide, and my hopes were being dashed. So I did what any brat worth her weight does - I pouted. I sulked. Crossed my arms, curled up on my side of the couch, let the black cloud descend over my head, the whole nine yards. "Just never mind," snapped I. "You can't talk about it, you can't do it. Forget I said anything." Pretty much left him doing that thing fish do with their mouths when you take them out of the water. The rest of the evening was a loss. I finally flounced (great brat word!) out of the room and up to the computer where I spent most of the rest of the night. He made a few weak efforts to talk to me over the next few hours but I just gave him that high-pitched "No problems. Don't worry about it. I'm fine!" speech. (Yes, I know. He should have grabbed me at that point and paddled my behind for being such a pain! My point exactly!) I waited until he gave up and went to bed before coming out of the computer room.
The next day - Saturday - wasn't any better. I had to work in the morning so he drove me in. Demanded a kiss good-bye which I peckishly gave him before getting out of the car. When he picked me up again early that afternoon, I was still in high-sulk mode. As he drove us home, he said that while I was at work, he had planned to re-read my letter, but it had disappeared? I knew he was asking what I had done with it, but I wasn't telling - I just glared out the window and ignored him. Let him think I had thrown it away (had really just hid it in the footstool)! He asked if I HAD binned it (Brit speak for 'thrown it away'). Still didn't say - just snapped back that it was a waste of time and to forget about it. Back at the house, we sort of danced around each other, an uneasy silence where one knows the other is pissed off, and the one who is pissed off makes sure the other knows it. A couple of times he grabbed me in a bear hug with the "Tell me what's wrong!" line. Of course, I always gave back the "I'm fine!" bit. "No, you're not," was his reply, but did he then threaten to spank it out of me if I didn't start talking? NO! He'd growl and let me go. Finally stomped off to my computer and did some more searching.
And then, out of the blue, EUREKA! There it was, in an email I had saved - a link to a dd site that I had read once and liked. The site was Loving Domestic Discipline (there's a link to it on the right). I went back to it again and reread some of the articles. The one that stopped me cold was the FAQ for Men. It sounded like it could have been written by me, for me, about me! I felt a glimmer of hope. Saying a prayer, I hit the Print key and waited for the ten pages to feed through the printer. Before I could change my mind, I clutched the sheaf of paper in my hand and went down to the kitchen where my husband was.
He looked at me expectantly. I blurted out, "Ok, I'm giving this one last shot. Do you really want to know what I want?" "Yes!" was his immediate reply. "Then read this," I said, thrusting the papers toward him. "This could have been written about me." He took them and I grabbed my cigarettes and dashed for the back door. Told him I was going out for a smoke. What I really was doing was escaping - I didn't have the nerve to be in the same room while he read! So what does he do? Follows me outside! I asked him what he was doing. He plops down in one of the other lawn chairs and informs me he's going to do some reading - right there! *groan* I already had my cigarette lit so I had no choice but to stay there and finish it, staring at the ground as he slowly flipped through the pages.
When he finished, it was my stomach doing the flipping. He walked over to me and simply said, "We can do this. We'll start tonight." Hallelujah! Bells started ringing, the chorus started singing - ok, let's not get ahead of ourselves, I thought to myself. I looked up at him sideways. "You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked. He laughed. "I already knew you were. That's why I married you." I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It was a start - there was still a lot to figure out, and I knew we would probably trip up here and there, but at least we had struggled over the first step. It remained to be seen what was going to actually happen that night and beyond. I was guessing that it was going to involve my bottom getting smacked, and most likely on a regular basis, but I was willing to take that chance. My hubby was becoming my hero.
More later on what happened that night! In the meantime, I highly recommend the Loving Domestic Discipline site. Thanks for the link, Lovingdd! I couldn't have done it without you! Check out the other great sites I've got links to. Many thanks to Tracy who has also put a link on her site, AngelBrat's Blog. Lots of good stuff there - don't miss it. As always, any comments, feedback, and suggestions are most welcome. Would love to hear from you all.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
I can just hear you thinking - oh god, two notes in one week - what does this woman want from me?! (By the way - Saturday night? Excellent!) Well, I'll tell you. I've been doing a lot of thinking, especially since Saturday night. Gotta tell ya - that take charge hubby routine was a real turn on. Made me realize that I really do want - wait, change that - need to see that more often. But not just from the aspect of it being a lead-up to fun and games (although that's good too). This is difficult to put into words, so bear with me.
You have said that I never give you any real reason to spank me. First off, I think you're fibbing. Second off, if that's true, I need to explain to you how certain parts of my brain work. As I'm sure you know, I was raised fairly spoiled (quit laughing!). And for all my adult life, I've pretty much been allowed to do as I please. Isn't that a good thing, you may ask? Sometimes, yes. But after a while, you get to the point where you feel like no one expects anything from you or cares what you do, and you can do whatever you want without any consequences, so you keep on pushing. Before you know it, you're just off doing your own thing, but it's no fun because you're feeling at loose ends as there's no sense of purpose, no sense of combined effort in the relationship.
So what this all boils down to is that someone like me (hard-headed!) needs concrete reminders that I can't always do what I want, and that there are some limits and guidelines that I'm expected to follow. I want to have a sense of accomplishment when I've followed the rules and helped achieve a goal, and I need to know that if I screw up, someone loves me enough to call me on it and demand better from me. I also want you to feel secure enough in our relationship to expect these things from me and not feel like a bully when you have to say no or punish me when I've gone and done it anyway.
Before I go any further, I know you cringed at the phrase 'punish me'. I know you don't like that idea. But like it or not darling, you married a woman who still is and always will be a spoiled little girl at heart. While I love and expect to get praise for having done it right, I'm stubborn enough that I need to know that if I misbehave, I'm going to have to pay for it with a physical reminder of some sort. Just telling me to 'please don't do that again' doesn't seem to cut it. I forget, or I don't think it's important enough to pay attention. However, knowing what a real spanking feels like and knowing that if I go too far I will get one would surely make me think twice and remember that it IS important. I trust you with everything I have, and I know you wouldn't go too far. So don't look at punishing me as something cruel, think of it as a reality check to help me keep focused on the important things. Besides, there are other forms of punishment that don't involve spanking. You've read enough stories!
Therefore, I would like to propose a starting point. Back to the way my brain works. You've told me in the past to 'be careful with the credit card'. Well, hate to say it, but to me, being careful means 'Hey, I haven't bought anything in a couple of days! Haven't I been good!' Without any guidelines, I tend to forget what I've spent. I know the purchases add up, but I just don't seem to keep a running total in my head. Even if I did, I'm not sure I would know where the 'being careful' line is. Can you honestly say that there haven't been times when you've seen yet another DVD come through the door and you just wanted to 'yank and spank'? I'll bet you have - I've seen that look on your face! So I'm suggesting that you give me an amount that I can spend - all on my own, no questions asked - on the frivolous things, each week or each month. Be clear about what I can look forward to if I go over my allowance (maybe a preliminary demonstration?). At the end of whatever time period you choose, we tally it all up and if I've gone over, I know what's coming. And remember the other side of the coin - if I've been good and stayed under, you also get to have fun in rewarding me, not to mention feeling good that the bank account hasn't been plundered! And as we get better at it, the plan can always be adjusted to suit us. Rules can be added or taken away, etc. Over time, we would find out what works for us.
Ok, I know I've just thrown a lot at you. And I'm sure I'm being a bit selfish in asking you to take on this kind of responsibility. But it puts responsibility on my shoulders too - I have to be willing to submit to the fact that in some situations, someone has to have the final word and be the head of the house, and I want that person to be you. (See? If I can actually use the word submit, you can get used to the word punish!) The whole idea may do nothing for you. I know it's a lot to ask. But I'm a firm believer that if you don't ask, you don't get. (All right, all right! If pushed, I will admit that the kinky side of me flares up a bit at the thought of receiving a stern lecture while standing with panties down, nose to the wall, awaiting the inevitable. Just makes you all the more sexy to me, sweetie!) So it's up to you. If you're not interested, just say so. I would never want you to do anything you truly don't want to do. But if you're for it, let me know. I respect and trust you more than you know and I can honestly tell you that this is something I really feel would be good for me. I've already spent 20 years of my adult life being left to my own devises, and I didn't like feeling like no one really cared what I did. I want us to be a team. So - how does your side of the team feel about all this? Would this be good for you too? I'll respect whatever you decide. But please let me know soon as my nerves can't take much more than it already took to write this!
All my love,
I gave him the letter on Tuesday. Actually, I left it on the footstool before I left for work so he could read it while I was gone. Talk about stewing in your own juices! When I got home, I didn't say anything since I know how he is about thinking things over in his head for a while. By Wednesday night, he still hadn't said anything and I couldn't stand it any longer. I asked what he thought of my ideas. He said he liked them - whew! He also said we would discuss it all over the weekend, or maybe Friday night. I agreed and just counted the hours until Friday. So what happened then? Did all go as planned? Stay tuned............
Sunday, June 12, 2005
"Ok, I'm going to stick my neck out and throw myself at you. Wanna play? Picture this: A wife is at work. Her cell phone rings. It's her irate husband who informs her that she in is big trouble because (insert reason here) and they will deal with it when she gets home. He hangs up. The wife then spends the rest of her shift wondering what is going to happen to her while trying to keep her mind on work. He picks her up that evening and on the way home, again informs her that she is in for a spanking. Once they arrive home...... Up for it? I'll play if you will! Signed, your loving wife (whose cell phone is charged!)."
That evening, hubby took me to work. As I went to get out of the car, I took a deep breath and handed him an envelope. He looked suspicious and asked what it was. I just laughed and told him it was no big deal, just something for him to peruse when he got home and decide if he was in the mood for it.
Needless to say, I was holding my breath at work! And of course, I had the cell phone right next to me on the desk. I about jumped out of my skin when it rang! He's the only one who calls me on it so I knew it was him. I answered like nothing was out of the ordinary and asked what was up. He wasted no time. The first thing I heard was "Young lady, (Oh my god, oh my god, he said young lady! Big 'ole button pusher!) you are in serious trouble." I feigned surprise and asked what for. And to tell you the truth, I was in such shock that I don't even remember what he told me now! Something to do with spending too much money. Anyway, he told me that we would deal with it after dinner that night and he would be picking me up right at 9pm. Then he hung up.
The next three hours at work were totally useless. Couldn't wipe the grin off my face so at least my customers thought I was very polite and cheerful. If they only knew! 9:00 finally rolled around and I went outside - he was there waiting. I yanked the grin off my face and got in the car. Usual chit chat, just a bit on the akward side. Then a long silence. Finally decided to jump in the deep end and help him out and said that I had received a phone call telling me that apparently I was in trouble. He confirmed that I was. I asked what kind of trouble. He, in a very stern voice, said it was the after dinner kind of trouble. Then asked if I was allowed to ask what was going to happen to me. Told no, I would have to wait and see. Even gave him a "Yes, sir........."
Got home, changed into sweats and a tshirt, and dinner was soon ready to eat. Boy, try eating when you know you have a spanking of some kind coming up! And he even fixed me a filet mignon. *Sigh* - it was difficult but I managed to eat (boy, was it good!). Finally, I was told that it was time to come upstairs with him. Gave him my best pitiful face and asked if I had to. He said yes, I did, and took my wrist and pulled me up the stairs. In the bedroom, he led me to the foot of the bed (where there was already a pillow placed!) and made me bend over it.
Started out using his hand over my sweat pants. Lectured me about how naughty I had been and how I was going to get a good spanking. Then the sweat pants were peeled down. He went to get implements out of the nightstand drawer and I was warned that I had better not dare move! He came back and I got a number of hard swats from the hairbrush. Bottom was warming up nicely! Then the panties were peeled down accompanied by the appropriate squeals of protest. After that I lost track of what all he used. There was more of the hairbrush, a paddle, and a strap. All lovely and stingy! At one point, I started to kick my foot up and he took it and firmly placed it back on the floor - I got the message that struggling would not be tolerated!
Then I heard the swish of the cane! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Add two more ow's. 6 of those and I was definitely getting vocal. He called it six of the best (damn Brits) but even I know it wasn't the best since I'm a wuss when it comes to the cane and he knows it. If he had really swung it, I would have been screaming! But they stung like the dickens, none the less, and made me holler.
For the finale, I got a few good licks from the riding crop. I don't understand it - that I like and can take it pretty hard. So why not the cane? Oh well.......... When it was all over, I got a wonderful massage of lotion on my backside. Then I paid him back with special 'favors', the details of which are not for this website. Hey, we all know about the powers of positive reinforcement, right? Afterwards, we were able to have a nice chat and I told him how his phone call had set my head spinning and my bottom tingling in anticipation. He agreed that we should play more often!
So today, I am still feeling some nice marks on the tush when I sit, and still grinning. The best part is, the ice has been broken and I won't be so nervous about suggesting "Wanna play?" in the future! I'm also hoping that maybe it will give him the nudge to move towards a little real domestic discipline once in a while..............
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
WHEW! Ok, so there you have it. All fiction - well, most of it. And I'm not going to say which parts aren't fiction at this moment *wink*! Now I just have to see if I can make the other parts a reality. Hmmmm, maybe tonight?
Sunday, May 01, 2005
The one time I have gotten him to give me any kind of punishment spanking was when I put a dent in our car. His immediate response had been that it was an accident and it was ok and not to worry about it. However, I knew that I had been careless and in a hurry, and it could have been avoided. Finally, I wrote him a note asking him to punish me for it, that I knew it bothered him and I wished he would give me what I deserved and make us both feel better. Shortly after, I found myself bare-bottomed and bent over the end of the bed receiving six strokes of the cane. Wow! Painful, but effective (these Brits know how to use a cane). I've been much more careful with the car ever since!
I've always spent a lot of time writing spanking stories, mainly as an outlet for my own fantasies. So I guess this blog will be my new outlet, my place to talk to myself, confessing what I see as my sins and how I think and wish he would take me to task for them, and maybe work out how to bring it all into reality in the process. If anyone out there happens to see it and wants to add their two cents, feel free! Who knows, maybe someday during a lapse in judgment, I'll even let him read this blog, and then I may really learn the meaning of 'be careful what you wish for'!