Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I feel like I'm talking to myself. Maybe I am. But it amazes me that with over 400 visitors a day, no one has said anything in over a week! I'm beginning to wonder if there is a problem with my blog being published - or boring. Is everyone losing interest in blogs? Is it time to give it up? I know - nobody likes a comment whore. But I'm one of those people who check my email 20 times a day - I do the same thing with my blog. It's hard when you live in a foreign country and all your friends and family are thousands of miles away - you tend to crave contact. So I'll be a whiny blogger today. If anyone is out there, this is my personal Delurk Day! Just click on comment, even if all you have to say is Hi. You can even do it anonymously. I just want to know if anyone is really coming by. Thanks guys - hope to hear from some of you.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I'm just sitting here wondering how many of you are like me in the things that turn you on, the things that get your stomach flipping and your bottom itching for a spanking. We all know that the spanking aspect is a given. Otherwise, why are you here? But what about the other bottom-centric activities?
First off, let me clarify that I am not into these things for any pain they could cause. My turn-on is the idea of the dominant man, ministering to his 'naughty girl', taking care of her for her own good. The image of being flipped over, and the most intimate parts of my bare bottom being vulnerable and subject to his attentions both excites me and makes me blush.
Take for example, temperature taking. The picture of the girl, her panties pulled down just far enough for her round, bare cheeks to peek out, her face looking miserable as she contemplates her fate. She has fibbed to her husband and told him that she doesn't feel well so she can get out of doing some chore. Her husband, who has seen through her plan and fully intends to punish her for it later, lovingly insists that he wants to check her temperature to make sure she is really ok. Her face flames in embarrassment as he makes her lay on the bed on her tummy, her bare bottom elevated by a pillow under her hips. She groans as he pries her buttocks apart and slides the thermometer into her bottom. He prolongs her agony by sitting next to her, his hand resting on her backside to hold the thermometer in place. He then reads out the 'normal' result in mock anger, making her admit that she was being naughty, for which he then informs her she will be spanked. Yummmmm..............
How about butt plugs? I'm not talking about pain-inducing, S & M sized planks up your butt. I'm talking about the cute little one that just slips in nicely, popping into place with a little pressure, that nestles gently between your cheeks and is just enough of a presence that you feel it with every step and your bottom clenches unconciously around it, reminding you it is there. Imagine you had been spanked the last time the credit card bill arrived. You are about to go out shopping again together when he stops you and makes you take down your pants and bend over. You expect a spanking and are surprised to feel the plug being slowly pushed into your bottom. He lets you up and tells you to fix your clothes. Then you both go shopping, and every time you pick up something that you know you don't need, he gives you that look, and your bottom clenches in reflex. You feel the plug and are reminded that if you insist on buying that item, there will be a spanking when you get home. Without saying a word, you are completely under his control, but still have the power to earn yourself that spanking or not. Or maybe you have been slacking off around the house. So one Saturday, he makes you put on a t-shirt and nothing else. He then bends you over and plugs your naughty little bottom. You are then told that you will do your chores like that, and you know he is watching you, seeing your bare cheeks peeping out and the plug between them, perfectly presented so that he can descend on you at any time and redden your butt if you get lazy. Sure stops the inclination to plop down and become a couch potato! Oh boy......
Ok, now for the one that seems to make everyone squirm - enemas. I think these are more just in the fantasy realm for me as I am not into the discomfort of holding large volumes of water in my butt. But the IDEA of it, of being made to lay down with your bottom in the air while he inserts the tube, the butterflies that take off when he begins to squeeze the bulb or bag and the water flows into you, the control he has as he talks soothingly to you while making you hold it, maybe popping the plug in to help. I don't know that I could ever actually do it, but I sure do like to fantasize about the process. I don't know - maybe one of those small pre-mixed ones, just to live out the fantasy. Might even allow one of those suppositories - again, just for the process, the feeling of him being in charge, my bare bottom offered up as he slides it in, the wondering if after all this, he will still find out that I was fibbing to him and he'll spank me anyway. Of course, most of my fantasies end with the water going in, because the coming out part is NOT what I personally want to think about - LOL!
So does anyone agree with me on any of this? Are we able to be turned on by the thought of the procedure even when the actual process is maybe not what we want? Curious minds want to know! (If Tinkerbell above isn't moving, click on her to open her in a new page, and watch her animate!)
Sunday, January 27, 2008
You know what I was praying would happen last night while I was lying on the couch with my head in your lap and your hand was rubbing my bottom?
I was hoping that –
You would turn stern with me and tell me that you had decided you had had enough of my sullen mood and it was time I learn some motivation.
You would stand and take my hand and pull me to the bedroom, even though I tried to protest and pull away.
You would sit down on the bed and pull me across your knee. Your hand would start slow, medium strength swats on my panties. You would hold me tightly so I couldn’t twist away.
You would start spanking harder. I would start to yelp and squirm. Then you would stop long enough to peel my panties down off my bottom. I would try to grab my panties to pull them back up. You would then tell me that I knew better than that.
My hand would be tucked and pinned under your thigh.
I would squeal again as I felt you pull my buttocks apart and slide the butt plug into my bottom while you scolded me that extra naughty girls get extra punishment.
Next, you would pick up the Lucite paddle and start paddling my plugged bottom. Steady, hard smacks with no stopping or rubbing. My bottom would be getting hot and red and I would be yelping and twisting over your knee.
When I began apologizing for my behaviour and promising to be a good girl in the future and you felt I had been well spanked, you would stand me up and lead me back to the living room.
You would then make me go to the corner and stand with my nose to the wall, hands on my head, red plugged bottom on display while you sat down to watch the movie.
After about half an hour, you would call me over to the couch and make me sit next to you on the wooden chair you had placed next to the couch, on my bare plugged bottom, for the next hour, buttocks pulled out to the sides so I was sitting directly on the plug, driving it deep into my sore bottom.
Then you would let me move from the chair, but only to make me lay on my tummy across the two footstools in front of you.
For the rest of the evening, from time to time, you would pick up the hairbrush and apply a half dozen hard swats to my bottom.
At bedtime, you would take me back to the bedroom, put me over your knee once more, and remove the plug.
You would then give me another five minute hand spanking so that I would go to sleep with a warm bottom. I would also be told that I would be wearing the plug the next day to learn that I had to get moving and do as I was told.
The next morning you would wake me and make me roll over with pillows under my belly so you could give me another warm up spanking and then put the plug back in my bottom.
Then you make me spend the day wearing only a t-shirt so that you can see my bare plugged bottom peeping out from under it and bend me over to paddle me with whatever implement was handy whenever you felt I was slacking off throughout the day. I would only be allowed to sit on the wooden chair so I wouldn’t be tempted to curl up on the couch and be lazy. Every few hours you would send me to the corner for 15 minutes or so to make me think about what a naughty girl I had been.
You know what really happened?
You said good night and went to bed.
I fantasized all of the above to myself and put the plug in my bottom myself.
I sat and wore it while I typed this.
I’ll take it out before I come to bed and hopefully dream about all this tonight.
See what you missed?
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The Bad Evening
Leigh raced into the house ahead of her husband. She dreaded whatever was coming, but she knew if she didn’t obey him, it would only be worse for her. He was furious with her over the way she had acted at his mother’s, and she didn’t blame him. If only she had behaved after the spanking in the garage! Hell, if only she had behaved in the first place! But it was too late for that. All she could do now was take the spanking she had earned and promise to do better in the future. She scurried to the corner of the living room and hurriedly undid her jeans, shoving them and her panties down to her knees. Sticking her nose to the corner, she placed her hands on her head and waited miserably for Mark to come in. After a few minutes, she heard the door open. Mark closed the door with a loud *SLAM* and crossed the room to where his wife waited. He could see her trembling, the cheeks of her bottom jiggling as her knees shook. Deciding that he was still too angry to punish her properly, he spoke close to her ear instead. ‘All right, young lady. You behaved monstrously today, as I’m sure you know. So tonight you will be punished until you learn the difference between being a bad girl and being a good girl. You have earned yourself a bad girl spanking and a very sore bottom. Do you understand?’ No response from Leigh, who stood squirming as she tried to shrink away from his presence. A sharp slap to her rump got her attention as Mark thundered, ‘I said, do you understand me?!’ Leigh yelped and squealed. ‘Yes!’ she blurted out. Another hard slap cracked across her bottom. ‘Yes what?’ Mark demanded. Whenever Leigh was being punished for behaving like a child, Mark insisted that she be treated as such. He knew that she responded better when she felt she was being attended to by an older, authority figure as it allowed her to regress into a very submissive state. Leigh took a deep breath and then answered him. ‘Yes......Daddy!’ ‘That’s better,’ Mark snapped. ‘For now, you will stand in this corner and think about what a brat you have been. I’ll let you know when I am ready to deal with you.’
Mark walked away and left Leigh quaking against the wall. She knew from past experience that when he said he was going to ‘deal with her’, it was never a good thing. Oh, why had she pushed him so far today? Very rarely did he ever have to discipline her three times in one day, and she knew that if things went that far, he was determined by the end that he was going to get through to her one way or another. She resigned herself to the fact that she was in for a very hard paddling at the very least, and her bottom was already starting to tingle in anticipation. But it was that knowledge that she was probably going to get additional punishments tonight that was making the butterflies in her stomach tumble around like they were in a clothes dryer. Finally telling herself that she had only herself to blame for the position she was in, she settled down and waited for her husband’s instructions.
After thirty minutes, which felt like both an eternity and a millisecond to Leigh, Mark returned to the living room. He was pleased to see his wife just as he had left her, but also determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. ‘All right, naughty girl, let’s get started.’ He saw Leigh tense at the word ‘started’. ‘Turn around, and keep your hands on your head,’ he continued. Leigh shivered and turned to face him. Her eyes grew wide as she saw him standing about three feet away from her, the Lucite paddle with the holes in it in his hand. Her jaw then dropped when she saw the butt plug and the jar of Vaseline on the end table by the couch. But before she could protest, Mark spun on his heel and went to the couch, sitting down on the middle cushion. ‘Come here, young lady,’ he ordered firmly, the paddle resting ominously on his thighs. Leigh gulped and then obeyed, shuffling slowly over to stand next to him. Mark put a hand on her waist and guided her between his knees. He then patted the cushion next to him, indicating to Leigh that she was to put herself over his knee. She hesitated for only a moment, and then slowly lowered herself into position, her upper body on the couch, her tummy over his right thigh. Mark grasped her hips and shifted her forward so that her hips were over his leg instead, elevating her bare bottom into the perfect target area. He then tightly wrapped his right arm around her waist and clamped his left leg over hers. Leigh groaned. She knew that when he pinned her down tightly like this, she was in for a very sore hot bottom.
Mark sat quietly for a few moments. Then he began his lecture. ‘Leigh, I was very disappointed in you today. You acted like a spoiled brat and embarrassed me in front of my mother, not to mention embarrassing yourself. I gave you one chance when I took you to the garage for a private spanking, but you didn’t learn and I had to do it again within earshot of my mother! I hate to have to punish you when you misbehave, but it is for your own good. I want to show you off and be proud of you when we are around others, and you let us both down today, didn’t you?’ Leigh sniffed. She knew he was right, and just knowing that he had been ashamed of her was enough to start the tears puddling in her eyes. ‘Yes Daddy,’ she stammered. Mark could tell that she was contrite, but he also knew it was a mistake to let her off the hook. He could feel the tenseness in her body and knew that she was still fighting off her feelings of remorse. Picking up the paddle, he began patting it gently on her upturned bottom. ‘Now I want you to unclench your bottom, young lady. You are going to get a good paddling, and I do not intend to just bounce this paddle off your tight butt!’ He continued to pat, watching his wife struggle with herself as she fought to relax her cheeks. When the flesh beneath the hard plastic softened and began to give with each tap, he drew the paddle back and rapidly brought it back down, delivering a loud *SMACK* to Leigh’s right cheek. This was followed by a hard *WHAP* to her left one. He then went back to gently patting as the first couple of smacks always caused Leigh to tighten up again by reflex. After a few taps, Leigh was able to focus again and forced herself to loosen up her bottom. She buried her face in the cushion and waited.
Mark now began to properly paddle his recalcitrant wife. The paddle rose and fell in a steady rhythm. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* Left cheek three times. *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* Right cheek three times. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Directly in the middle three times. *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* Three shots to the ‘sit spot’ where thigh meets buttock. Then start over again. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* After a couple of repetitions, Leigh began to whimper and yelp after every few swats. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *OW!* *WHAP* *WHAP* *OUCH!* *WHAP* *SMACK* *YOW!* *SMACK* *SMACK* *YEOUCH!* *WHACK* *WHACK* *NOOOO!*
After a half dozen times through his pattern, Mark increased the strength and speed of the swats. He could feel Leigh moving into ‘fight or flight’ mode as the pain exploded into her consciousness and she began to stiffen and struggle against him. He tightened his grip and continued. If he stopped now, Leigh would be stuck in anger mode and he would have accomplished nothing. He had to push her through into acceptance and remorse so that she could forgive herself by knowing that she had taken her punishment like a good girl and the slate was wiped clean. She now bucked over his knee and screeched with every swat, her belligerence still showing. *CRACK* *OWWWW!* *CRACK* *NOOOOO!* *CRACK* *WAAHHHH!* *WHAP* *PLEASE STOP!* *WHAP* *QUIT!* *WHAP* *OWW! IT HURTS!* *SMACK* *LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD!* *SMACK* *STOP IT!* *SMACK* *YOU MEANIE!* *WHACK* *OW OW OW!* *WHACK* *OUCH! STOP IT!* *WHACK* *NO MORE!*
Three rounds of this and suddenly Mark felt the mood shift. Leigh’s upper body sank into the couch cushions and her hips no longer bucked wildly over his knee. Her feet were still drumming the carpet, but her vocal protests were now mixed with sobs, and the demands that he stop changed to apologies and promises. *CRACK* *OW!* *CRACK* *I’M SORRRY DADDY!* *CRACK* *I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL!* *WHAP* *I PROOOOMISE!* *WHAP* *PLEASE!* *WHAP* *I WON’T BE BAD AGAIN!* *SMACK* *DADDDDDY!* *SMACK* *OW! I’LL BE GOOD!* *SMACK* *YOW! I’M SORRY I WAS NAUGHTY!* *WHACK* *AAHHH! I PROMISE TO BE GOOD!* *WHACK* *I’M REALLY SORRY DADDY!* *WHACK* *~WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!*
Mark now eased up on the strength of the swats, but still continued the rapid speed. Another three applications of the pattern and Leigh’s crying was now hard and constant. Her pleas had dropped off to an occasional *I’M SORRY!* or *I PROMISE TO BE GOOD!* when she could catch her breath. Her bottom was crimson red and Mark could feel the heat coming off of it. He knew there would be some bruises, but none that would last any length of time. Leigh’s nickname at home was Iron Butt, and they both knew that her punishments had to make their impact at the time they were given since they never had any lasting effect on her physically. She was always disappointed by this as she had fantasies about the ‘I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week!’ scenario but knew that wasn’t possible for her. Her fiery bottom would fade back to white even before the evening was over, so Mark knew he had to get his message across during the spanking. He kept paddling until he felt her lying limply over his knee, sobbing her regrets into the cushion. He concentrated six last sizzling smacks on her sit spot that made her jerk and squeal and then laid the paddle aside.
Leigh lay still over his lap, crying pitifully as her husband began to gently rub her blazing bottom. After a few minutes, she had calmed down to a few hiccups and sobs. But as the fog cleared from her brain, she realized that they probably weren’t finished yet since Mark had not allowed her to stand up. Plus, she was suddenly remembering the items she had seen on the end table before she was upended. So it came as no surprise when she felt Mark slip his fingers between her buttocks and spread them. She could only groan and clench her fists as she felt the tip of the lubricated plug forced into her tight hole. She made herself breathe deeply and relax, jumping only when the plug had slid all the way in and her cheeks closed around it, trapping it in place. She moaned, her bottom twitching from side to side on Mark’s lap as she adjusted to the intruder, the base of which protruded and poked painfully into her swollen cheeks.
Mark now helped his wife to her feet and Leigh instantly began her after-spanking dance, hopping from foot to foot as she scrubbed at her bottom with her fists, trying to ease the sting. Mark never let her do this for long as he knew the effects faded fast enough on their own without any help. Taking Leigh by the wrist, he pulled her over to the dining room table and down on to one of the hard wooden chairs. Leigh yelped as her hot plugged bottom made contact with the unyielding seat. She wished he would let her stand in the corner as usual. Instead, Mark now put several pieces of paper and a pen on the table in front of her. She looked at him quizzically. ‘Write this down!’ Mark ordered. Leigh quickly picked up the pen and copied down what Mark told her: ‘I’m sorry I was a naughty girl and I promise never to pout like a brat again. Thank you for spanking my bare bottom, Daddy.’ Leigh cringed at the words even though she agreed with them. Her shoulders slumped at Mark’s next order. ‘You will now sit there on that plug and write that 100 times. I want it neat. When you are done, you will read the sentences to me and we will finish your punishment with the six cane strokes I promised you. Now sit up straight and get busy!’
Leigh shot up in her chair, grabbed the pen and began to write. Her bottom throbbed on the hard wooden seat but that thought was pushed aside by the task at hand and knowing that she still had the cane coming later. She tried to take her time with the sentences, hoping to delay the inevitable. But Mark saw through her. After an hour, she had only finished 30 lines. Mark growled in her ear. ‘If you don’t stop dragging this out, I’ll make it 12 strokes.’ That was all Leigh needed to hear. Her hand began to fly over the page. It took her another hour and fifteen minutes to finish. She laid down the pen and shook the cramp out of her hand as Mark came over and inspected her work. ‘A bit sloppy, but I’ll let it pass’ was his decree. Leigh breathed out in relief, but it was short-lived.
Mark now made her stand and then pushed her down so that she was bent over the dining table. Her upper body lay on the cool surface, her still warm plugged bottom jutting out. Her husband then instructed her to prop herself up on her elbows and he handed the pages she had written to her. ‘Read!’ he barked. Leigh sighed and began to recite the lines. She gasped when she suddenly felt the thin cane rubbing up and down across her bottom. Gripping the papers in her fists, she haltingly read out the words. The rubbing of the cane was making her very nervous. She had gotten through number 15 when she heard the swish and then felt the bite of the cane on her bottom. She yelped and leapt upright, clutching her backside. Mark immediately pushed her back down. ‘Keep reading, young lady, or I’ll still make it 12!’ he threatened. Leigh choked out a sob but did as she was told. Another swish and a crack of the cane after line 34. Again after line 48. Since 6 didn’t go into 100 evenly, Leigh was never sure when the next one was going to land. She gritted her teeth and kept reading. Another hard stroke after line 66. She made it through number 81 before the cane swished again. Now crying opening, she sobbed her way through the rest of the lines, knowing that the last and hardest stroke was still to come. Mark waited until the last moment, bringing the thin reed down hard on her striped bottom as she finished number 99. The last sentence was more of a lengthy wail than any coherent words, but he let it pass.
Mark let her lay over the table as she collected herself. He then gently plucked the plug from between her marked swollen buttocks. Leigh groaned in appreciation and relief. Mark kept her in place for a few minutes as he massaged her sore backside. When he realized that she was enjoying his attentions just a little too much, her hips beginning to sway and her bottom pushing back towards him, he pulled her to her feet and turned her to face him. Holding her by both arms, he made her look at him and put on his sternest face. ‘Have you gotten the message that I am not going to tolerate any bratty behaviour, little girl?’ he growled. ‘Yes Daddy,’ Leigh managed to blurt out. She always found it hard to answer when he talked to her like she was a child, even though she knew she had acted like one. He went on. ‘Do you understand that any repeats of that behaviour will result in more sessions with your pants pulled down and your naughty bare bottom getting smacked?’ Leigh could only nod. ‘Good girl,’ Mark told her. He pointed across the room. ‘Now get that butt back in your corner for another 30 minutes and then we will be done. Move!’ he roared when Leigh hesitated, looking at him pleadingly. With a squeal, she turned and fled to the corner. Mark threw himself on the couch, worn out but glad that he got to enjoy the view of his contrite wife as she stood with her hands on her head and her nose to the wall, her red glowing bottom in plain sight. They both knew it was not her last time over his knee, and while neither looked forward to it, they were both thankful – Leigh for knowing that Mark cared enough to correct her when she got out of line, and Mark for knowing that Leigh loved and trusted him enough to allow him to do so.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
What fun stuff you can find on ebay! And cheap, too. With shipping, cost me about $5. It has raised rubber bumps on both sides, one side short for gentler treatment, and the other side longer for when you mean business! I suppose it is to help protect the spanker's hand. So when is someone going to start worrying about protecting the spankee's butt?! I know, I know - if we could just behave we wouldn't have a problem. But where would the fun be in that?