Domestic Discipline Dreams

New Game - Oh my!

2011-10-18T12:31:00.008-04:00

It had to happen sooner or later. A spanking Wii game! But all the articles say it is 'too sexy' for USA distribution, so it is only available in Europe. They are even trying to ban all showings of the ads for it over here. Gee, I can buy any disgusting, shoot-em-up, blow their heads off, blood and guts video game I want, but one that suggests anything sex-related? Oh no, we can't have that! It will lead to the downfall of our society! There will be riots in the streets and chaos in the home! Idiot mentality. I hate censorship. Well, wouldn't you know? After having lived in the UK, my Wii happens to be a European one! And we have it hooked up to a PAL TV here with a power converter, so I can still play all my Wii games. I'm sure I can find a UK friend to get it and ship it to me! After it plays, watch the IGN Rewind Theater - We Dare: Trailer Analysis video that appears - pretty funny!

Check it out:

LOL!

2011-10-17T10:23:00.002-04:00

I found a blog just now called Create Your Own Spanking. You can get to it here.
You fill in all the blanks, and it creates a custom spanking story for you. Too much fun! Just remember, if you have a pop-up blocker, hold the Control key when you click 'I guess I'm ready'. There will be a couple of small boxes that pop-up, and then a box with the story.

Here's the first one I got. I'm sure I'll try it again and see how creative I can get!

Leigh Gets Herself a Spanking

Leigh was in trouble and she knew it. She wondered if Mark would spank her right away or make her wait. ''Waiting is the worst!'' she thought, though in this case maybe it would be better to put it off... She didn't need to speculate, though, she'd know soon enough - she could hear a man's footsteps approaching the door. As she watched, the handle turned with what seemed like an unnatural slowness. An icy hand gripped her right in the middle of her bottom.

''Act natural,'' she told herself, which only caused her to give a nervous giggle just as her husband walked in.

''What's wrong?'' Mark asked immediately.

''Me? Nothing! Why do you ask?''

''Just that you have a strange look on your face.'' So much for ''natural,'' Leigh thought. Mark continued. ''Okay, what have you done?''

''Um... nothing?''

''Leigh...''

''Yes, Mark?''

''Come on, out with it. Now.'' He had never been all that patient in these situations and was already heading toward the kitchen. Leigh hurried to head him off.

''It's nothing, honest. It's just that... Well, I...'' Try as she might, she couldn't think of a way to make it sound any better.

''I spent more than my allowance ,'' she said with a rush. Mark stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to look at her.

''Leigh Marie! It's nothing, honest?'' he mocked in a voice of disbelief. ''It doesn't sound like nothing. It sounds a lot like wasting money.'' Leigh felt herself tighten at that word - it had unfortunate connotations - unfortunate for her and unfortunate for her bottom. ''We've talked about wasting money, haven't we?'' Mark's speech went on. ''We have a way of dealing with wasting money, don't we, young lady?'' Every time he used the term ''wasting money'' he might as well be saying ''spanking,'' she thought. ''Leigh Marie, you do know how we deal with wasting money, don't you?'' Instinctively Leigh's hands shot back to cover her bottom, in a way answering Mark's question very clearly. Though that's not the answer her voice gave.

''Well, I know... but... I thought... maybe this time...

''You thought maybe this time what, young lady? That you wouldn't be spanked? That wasting money wouldn't get you a good bare-bottomed spanking?''

Leigh didn't want a spanking - Mark's spankings hurt! While she was getting them they stung like mad - she was always convinced she just had to get away and never could - and they left her so sore! Not just sore, very sore - sore like when you sit down a long time later you can still feel it like you just got it, that kind of sore. And she certainly didn't want one of those - especially not on her bare bottom!

And that was exactly how her husband was going to spank her - over his knee, her head down, jeans off, bottom up, panties down, bottom bare, her fair skin inviting his stern reproval! Mark had never once let her keep her panties up. Quickly Leigh's mind raced to remember what panties she'd put on, thankful that her red ones wouldn't add any to her embarrassment - having her bottom bared was embarrassing enough as it was!

Part of her wanted to run and hide, but most of her simply followed Mark into the kitchen - the kitchen, where she was always taken to be spanked. Much as she hated getting a spanking, especially one of Mark's spankings, she really did dislike wasting money and really wished she could stop doing it. If having her husband spank her would stop her from wasting money, maybe that was a good thing - if only it didn't have to be such a spanking!

Once in the kitchen, Mark looked at her sternly as he sat on kitchen chair, extending his legs as her soon-to-be ''resting'' place. My God, already? Leigh thought to herself, but Mark, instead of immediately motioning her over his lap and into place, clasped a hand on each of her arms.

''Now Babes, I want to be fair about this, you know that, I hope. You should also know that I'm disappointed to hear about your wasting money.'' Leigh's spirits sunk even lower, though for a new reason now. She didn't like to disappoint Mark. ''Very,'' he added. Maybe she really did deserve a spanking. ''I want you to tell me how this happened,'' he concluded. She tried to bow her head but with a gentle touch he raised her chin and made her look him in the eye.

''I don't know...'' was all she could think of to tell him. It would take too long to explain and not do any good anyway - but he wasn't about to settle for that.

''This wasting money of yours, it must have had some reason. It didn't just happen, now did it? And I want you to tell me how or why it did.'' His face hardened even further. ''And you are going to tell me.''

''It's like this - I wanted the necklace.''

''I see. Leigh?''

''Yes, Mark?''

''Did I just hear anything that would keep me from giving you a spanking? Anything that would discourage me from giving you each and every swat of the spanking you've earned?''

''I don't know... maybe...'' she replied sullenly.

''Leigh Marie.''

''No. I guess not...''

''No. Nothing I heard dissuades me in the least. You, young lady, have behaved yourself into a panties-down spanking and now you are going to get it.''

Fighting off thoughts of how soon Mark would have her fair bare and blushing, Leigh moved hesitantly to her husband's side and was a little surprised when he didn't immediately pull her over his waiting lap. Glancing up at his stern face, her surprise turned to dismay and she felt her stomach tighten.

''Oh no,'' she said softly, hopelessly.

''Oh yes,'' came his reply. ''You know better.''

''No, really - please? I don't need that... do I?'' This last was no more than a whisper.

''You need to learn, and the spoon helps you learn. Don't make me waste my time - spanking you by hand has never changed a thing.

''Go,'' Mark demanded and commanded.

Reluctantly - very reluctantly - Leigh trudged off to get the spoon. Retrieving it from kitchen drawer, she took just a tiny moment to feel both its unfeeling undefined and her own twinge of rebelliousness - ooo, to throw it, hide it, destroy it! Now that would be satisfying! Instead, the spoon would have its satisfaction on her, heating, punishing, scalding her poor helpless bottom. And if she ever did manage to do away with it, Leigh had no doubt that Mark would produce something even worse to deal with her current infraction and that additional one as well!

Shaking herself free of such imaginings, Leigh and her thoughts returned to the kitchen and her husband's side, meekly proffering the demanded and dreaded spoon, knowing full well that in mere moments it would be blistering her bottom, and thoroughly. Her poor little bottom! What did it ever do? It wasn't the one that had a problem with wasting money, she was. Why should it have to suffer? It just wasn't fair!

Oblivious to these objections, Mark still sat like a deity on kitchen chair, waiting to tumble her over his unforgiving thighs. As he reached to take the spoon from her, she pulled it back slightly.

''You'll start slowly, won't you?'' She knew she wasn't supposed to ask and he always replied with ''Is that what you deserve, young lady?'' But this once Mark just took the spoon from her and nodded sympathetically.

Seeing his reaction Leigh realized that she must be in even more trouble than she imagined. Her whole body stiffened and shook and she couldn't keep herself from turning and trying to run away - but Mark was too quick for her, he'd grabbed her wrist even as the spoon left her hand. Before she knew it she was over his knee and the blood was rushing to her head.

Spank! He began immediately - spank spank spank spank spank!

''Ow! Oh! Wait!'' No matter how much time Mark would take leading up to it, the first swat always startled her. Alternating stiffening and squirming, she quickly sunk into place as her husband jostled her for a better and steadier grip.

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

''Ow! No! Too hard!'' Leigh protested, though really her jeans muffled the effect considerably - nearly all of this pain was caused by her own tension and apprehension. So far!

Spank spank spank spank! spank! spank!

''Ow ow ow!'' she continued, only to have Mark chastise her further.

''Settle down, young lady - we haven't even started. I''m just getting you settled in. You can't even feel anything through your jeans.''

Spank spank spank! spank spank! spank spank!

''No, no! I feel it! I do! don't!'' Leigh insisted somewhat nonsensically - the chance that he would stop already was non-existent.

''Shall I stop already? I thought I was doing this for you - you do know what's next, don't you?''

Ah - here was the dilemma upon whose horns Leigh lay. To be spanked over her jeans, and therefore longer - or to shorten it a little and jump right to ''pants-down''? Or even panties-down? She made the same coward's choice she always had before.

Spank spank spank spank - spank spank spank! spank spank!

''No, no - that's okay,'' she decided immediately, and having done so found that this phase was much more tolerable. Maybe by the time he gets to my bare bottom I'll be ready, Leigh thought. Right. And maybe his arm will wear out first - or I'll just fly to the moon!

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

''Owww. Owwwwww,'' Leigh moaned softly, concluding that some sort of reaction was still in her favor. ''Hey! Wait!'' For no sooner had she resigned herself to an over-the-jeans spanking than the jeans-spanking was over! ''Stop! Not yet!''

''Oh?'' Spank spank spank spank!!! ''Haven't had enough yet? I thought you were in a hurry!'' Spank spank spank spank!!! Leigh's husband saw to it that these final swats before her jeans deserted her made all the more of an impression.

''OW! Geez!'' She twisted around in an attempt to see if he was still using his hand - it seemed harder than ever! All she managed to see was Mark removing her first line of defense. He slid the blue fabric off her bottom, revealing her red panties.

Spank spank spank spank!!! Haaaaah, Leigh thought.

''Haaaaaaah!'' Leigh said. She had thought of her jeans as sort of insubstantial it but had been giving her more protection than she realized - now with nothing between his hand and her thin panties his every spank stung and stung to high heaven! Spank spank! spank spank! spank spank spank! spank spank spank!

''Owwwwooooooo? Oww? Ow, ow?'' In her mind Leigh questioned if Mark really needed to spank her quite this completely.

Picking up on this, her husband didn't hesitate. ''If you didn't want this spanking, young lady, you shouldn't have been wasting money,'' he decreed, his logic unassailable. Like she hadn't thought of that! ''You know what wasting money gets you - maybe next time you'll have an easier time deciding what you really want!''

''Grrrr,'' Leigh grrrr'd - quietly.

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

''Ow oh ow oh ow ow ow!''

From long experience Mark knew just what he was doing. Half or more of his spanks landed where her panties had ridden up due to her unflattering position. Not only did they sting all the worse, they were those same low spots Leigh already knew she'd feel long afterward. How was she ever supposed to sit again?

Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank! On they went, like partners volleying on a tennis court - except that her soft bottom was no match for her husband's hard hand, and in this match she was being soundly beaten! And the sounds of that beating were Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank!

''Oh oh please,'' she protested - a lot of these spanks should count as panties-down! Not that they would, and not that she thought otherwise for even a moment. Nonetheless Leigh felt that some sort of protest was called for. Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! Ooooo, Mark knew just how to make her feel those! And Leigh's poor little bottom did - each and every one!

Then quickly a lot more protest was very much called for!

''Oh no - really - no, please, no. Please?'' Her husband had stopped spanking long enough to pluck at the waistband of her panties - and she did not want them down! She grabbed them herself and held on tightly. ''Not those - they don't make a difference anyway,'' she claimed, fibbing slightly - though she was always surprised what a difference they did make. One by one, Mark peeled her fingers from her red panties. And then they were gone.

Spank! spank! Her fair cheeks, only slightly colored by his gradual chastisement, were now fully under his hand - and eyes. Hold still! she told herself, wanting to minimize any jiggling or inappropriate exposure - try to hold still!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Maybe kicking and squirming was a better approach after all!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Suddenly he was in a hurry, a man with a mission. Now that he had her bare bottom in sight and squarely in his sights, he wanted it sore and stinging - both, a lot, and right now!

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

Couldn't Mark hear her at all? Nothing seemed to slow him down! Just as she thought her poor little bottom would burst into flames, her husband's grip tightened! Her stomach followed suit as Leigh recognized the meaning of this gesture!

''Oh no! No! No! OW! OH!'' His spanks rained down so much harder without slowing down at all. Her kicking and struggles became furious, but the harder she fought, the harder he spanked!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

''OW OH OH OH OW OH OH!'' she cried. When, oh when, would this be over? And then, with frightening abruptness, it was!

''Now, young lady, it's time we took care of this wasting money,'' Mark pronounced.

Oh no! The spoon - smack smack smack smack smack smack smack! By the time she realized what was about to happen her spoon spanking was already well underway! Instantly the warmth of his hand was replaced by the sting of the spoon's wood. Oooo, did that hurt! Leigh could never remember quite how much until she was feeling it - but as soon as she felt it she could remember - remember all too well!

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No, no - stop! Enough! I'll be good! I promise! Oh owwwwww...''

''Leigh Marie! Your wasting money? This is most certainly NOT enough, except that it's enough out of you. Now hold still. You know you've earned this - and more. If you're good you'll get a lot less of the ''more.''''

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

Try as he might to be ''fair,'' when it came to wasting money her husband was strict. That spoon HURT!

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No, no, not more - please, not more. Ow oh ow oh ow...''

smack smack smack smack smack smack smack!

''No - no please! I'll be good! I've learned my lesson - I have!'' As well she may have - her usually fair cheeks shone from the spoon's harsh wood.

''Then hold still, Babes, so I can finish.'' And finish he did. With a flurry of smack-smack-smack's he made sure she'd have no place to sit, not for a good long time. Then the hardest yet, right in the center - smack smack smack smack smack smack! Even as Leigh recognized these as his final spanks she could take no relief as the barrage drove her past all limits of ''taking it.''

''Whaaa - aaa - ow - oooo - ooo - ooo - ooo - NO!''

''Okay, Leigh. Okay, Babes. Breathe. Now breathe...'' Mark encouraged. As slowly as it had begun it just as suddenly ended. Slowly Leigh calmed down and her breathing did steady a bit.

''Now, young lady - no more wasting money - understood?'' Somehow Leigh nodded her acquiescence. And as she returned the spoon to kitchen drawer, she never wanted to have anything to do with wasting money, the spoon, or even her husband sitting on kitchen chair - ever, ever again!
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Matt Anglen - 2004

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Cautiously Optomistic

2011-10-16T20:13:00.002-04:00

Well, we had a good weekend around here. Hubby and I finally had a loooong talk about DD and what WASN'T happening around here. Hoping I actually got through to him about how important it is to me. I don't think he realized that it really is part of who I am and I can't be completely happy unless we have this in our life. We haven't been doing any kind of spanking for quite some time, because, frankly, I just can't feign interest in one part of it (the fun kind) if the part I really crave (the discipline kind) isn't there. Basically told him the old adage: If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy! LOL! And of course, I ended up getting a spanking on Saturday. So maybe we'll get there. The important thing is, we're talking. And hopefully doing a lot more spanking!

Now THAT'S A Proper Discipline Spanking!

2011-10-14T11:16:00.001-04:00

I like the look he gives the camera at the end after he asks if he's ever going to have to spank her again and she says no. His look is 'yeah - right'! I've watched this one about 20 times. *sigh*

Missing out...........

2011-10-14T10:56:00.003-04:00

I just spent some time going back through my older posts, and found that there were comments there I had never seen - ones that people have posted recently and I haven't gone back to look since I didn't know they were there! So I apologize if you posted a comment and I didn't see it! Maybe if you post one on an older post, you could leave me a message in the chat box on the left of the screen - like 'comment on (date) post'! I do read over any new messages in the chat box. I hope some of my readers from the past are stopping back by to see the new stuff.

Just an observation..............

2011-10-13T22:24:00.001-04:00

Found it highly amusing today that you can buy anal lube from Amazon on their Subscribe and Save program (you set it up to have it shipped to you on a regular schedule). And don't ask me how I ended up looking at anal lube on Amazon. I'm not talking.

The Consultant

2011-10-13T14:38:00.005-04:00

Leigh shifted in her seat, her bare legs below the hemline of her skirt feeling the buttery soft leather of the couch she was perched on. The butterflies in her stomach felt like they were being blown around by the blast of a jet engine. She looked around the office nervously. Mark was sitting next to her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. The only indication of his apprehension was the way he kept sliding his palms together, back and forth, as he took in the surroundings. Both of them were wondering if making this appointment was going to help them, and exactly what it would mean for each of them.

After waiting for a few minutes, the door opened and a tall, bearded man strode into the room. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties, with a thick head of hair that was slightly graying at the temples, giving him a distinguished, sophisticated look. He moved with an air of confidence. Mark had stood when he entered, and shook the man's hand before returning to his seat. The man then sat in a wing-back chair facing Mark and Leigh. With his notebook in his lap, it looked like they were in a normal therapist's office. But Leigh knew better - her breathing came in short breaths as she waited to hear what was in store for them.

This man was not your ordinary therapist. His public persona was one of a 'Consultant'. But those who used his services knew the deeper truth - his true profession was as a Marriage/Disciplinarian Consultant. His specialty was teaching husbands how to correctly and efficiently be the Head of a household and how to lead, improve and discipline their wives, if necessary. He taught by counselling and by example. It was understood that his was a 'hands-on' practice. It was possibly this knowledge that was causing the small tremor in Leigh's hands as she tried to sit still, waiting to see what he had to say. She dared not allow herself to think what he might do in the hour they were with him.

The man greeted them in a rich, warm baritone voice. "Welcome to my office. My name is Peter Woodman. I know you spoke to my secretary and filled out all the necessary paperwork - waivers, etc. - so we don't need to go over all that again. Why don't we just get started and you tell me a bit about yourselves and how I can help you?" He smiled at them and settled back in his chair. Mark cleared his throat and then spoke. "Well, Mr. Woodman - " The man waved his hand at him and interrupted him. "Please. Call me Peter." "All right - Peter," Mark continued. "We're here because we are trying to incorporate Domestic Discipline in our relationship and we just aren't getting the hang of it. I don't know what the problem is - " Leigh now leaned forward and interrupted him. "I can tell you what the problem is, Peter! He doesn't follow through - " Her sentence faded out under the glare of their counselor. He leaned towards Leigh and she felt like an invisible force was pushing her back and she shrank into the cushions. "YOU will call me 'Sir', young lady. And you will start showing respect for your husband this instant. That means you don't interrupt him when he is speaking. Is that understood?" Leigh could only give a small nod, her eyes wide. "Answer me correctly!" he ordered. Leigh squeaked out a "Yes!" But Peter still wasn't satisfied. "Yes what?" he growled. Leigh looked at Mark for some back-up, but he just sat there, as stunned as she was. Finally, she mumbled out a "Yes sir?" "That's more like it," Peter said. "Mark, please continue."

Mark was struggling to find the right words. "I guess - I guess I'm not sure what it is that she wants. I mean, she doesn't really give me any reason to discipline her!" "Hmmmmmm," Peter murmured with a sideways glance at Leigh. "Tell me, do you work all day, Mark?" "Yes," said Peter. "Does she?" "No, she doesn't work outside the home." "Is the house clean when you get home?" "Well, sort of. The dishes are usually done and the bed is usually made. Things are generally picked up." "What is she doing when you get home from work?" "She's on her computer." "Doing what?" "Playing games, I guess." "Who cooks dinner?" "Um, I do." "Who does the laundry?" "She does hers and I do mine."

Leigh was sitting there watching and listening to this exchange, her heart sinking as she heard Mark's depiction of her. Was he implying she was lazy? Her head was going from one man to the other as they spoke back and forth, like she was watching a tennis match. She was rapidly getting irritated that they were talking about her like she was some sort of a child who couldn't speak for herself! Peter's next words did nothing to allay her fears of what his opinion was of her.

"So she is able to stay home all day, yet does very little around the house and leaves a lot of it for you to do. She spends a lot of time on the computer that could be spent more productively. And as we've seen, she rudely interrupts and disrespects you. And you still claim that she gives you no reason to discipline or correct her?" Mark could only sit and stare as he tried to take it all in. Then Leigh saw something change in his expression - it was like a light bulb had gone off in his head. She gave a small silent groan.

Peter went on. "If I may, I'd like to deal with one issue at a time. The first and most important one is the disrespect. If you don't claim your position in the household, none of this will work. May I demonstrate?" "By all mean," said Mark. Peter stood and walked over to Leigh. "Stand up, young lady," he ordered. Leigh looked frantically over at Mark for help, but he just raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, indicating she should do as she was told. Slowly, she rose to her feet. Peter towered over her by a good eight inches. She looked at the tips of her shoes as he spoke. "Now, you need to learn to show some respect for your husband, young lady!" Leigh looked up and protested. "I do! I swear - !" Peter cut her off. "Don't try that now. I saw you roll your eyes when he said he had no reason to discipline you. Is that your idea of respect? Ridiculing and mocking your husband?" "He didn't see me do that! I didn't do it to his face!" Leigh whined. "No, but I saw it!" replied Peter. "And how do you think that makes him look if you do it while you're out with friends and they see you belittling your husband? Your attitude makes him look foolish and less of a man." Leigh had no reply for this. She now was twisting her fingers together as she stared at the floor.

Peter now pointed to the corner of his office. "Until I tell you otherwise, you will go stand in that corner with your nose to the wall. Your husband and I will continue this session, and we will bring you back into it when we decide you are ready. Now march!" Leigh looked helplessly at Mark, but when she got only a stony stare in response, she had no choice but to move slowly to the indicated corner. Peter was right behind her. She pressed her nose to the wall, but then yelped in shock as Peter lifted the back of her skirt, tucked it into the waistband, and whisked her panties down to her knees. She tried to grab them to pull them back up, but Peter caught her wrist. "Naughty girls always stand in the corner bare bottomed," he ordered. "This will keep your mind on the spanking that is to follow, which is also always on the bare." Leigh stamped her foot and tried to twist away, but was stopped by Peter's orders. "Young lady, you understood and signed the papers before we started this, agreeing to cooperate and participate in this process. Now stand still or the spanking will start now! Put your hands on your head and be quiet!" Miserably, Leigh laced her fingers on top of her head. All she could do was stand there, her face flooding red as she knew both men could see her like this. What had she gotten herself into?

Peter returned to his seat and continued speaking to Mark. Leigh couldn't hear every word, but the ones she could hear made her cringe - disrespect, dishonesty, misbehavior, laziness, rudeness, etc. And those were just the crimes. The next words she began to hear made her even more nervous - spankings, bare bottom, paddles, hairbrushes, cornertime, restrictions, mouth soaping, crying - the list went on. It seemed that for every infraction, there were a multitude of solutions. Just as she was trying to think of ways to convince Mark that this whole thing had been a bad idea, she realized they had turned their attention back to her.

"Leigh, come here," Peter called. Leigh started to pull up her panties before turning around. "Leave those where they are!" Paul commanded. Straightening up, Leigh slowly shuffled over to the two men, stopping a few feet away, her flaming face dipped down and her hands shielding her lower front. She froze at Peter's next instructions. "Now Mark, I am going to instruct you in the proper way to spank Leigh for her misbehavior. First, you demand an apology for her disrespect." Mark looked at Leigh, but she continued to stare at the floor. "Look at me, Leigh!" She jumped at the new tone of authority in his voice, and slowly raised her head until their eyes met. If she had hoped he would show her any mercy and let her out of this, the look in his eyes told her that was not the case. "I want you to tell me what you did wrong that I am going to punish you for, and I want an apology." Leigh gulped, and struggled to form the words. "I - I - was rude and disrespectful to you, and - I'm very sorry," she whispered. Mark looked to Peter, who nodded in approval. "Now tell her that you are going to spank her and that you expect her to cooperate." Mark sat up a little straighter and squared his shoulders. "Leigh, I am going to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom. I expect you to take your punishment like a good girl, understand?" "Yes," she again whispered. "Answer me correctly!" Mark ordered. Peter raised his eyebrows and gave a small smile of satisfaction - this one was catching on quick. Leigh sighed in resignation. "Yes Sir!"

"That was good, Mark," said Peter. "Now, take her by the arm and guide her down over your knee with her legs between yours. That way you can cross your leg over hers and hold her in place." Mark did so, having to give a bit of a tug as Leigh went, unwillingly, into position, her head at the floor and her bare bottom pointing at the ceiling. She was glad they couldn't see her red face as it flamed in embarrassment. Peter continued his instructions. "Take her outside wrist with your non-spanking hand and pin it to the small of her back. This will help you hold her in place and stop her from reaching back to protect her bottom." "Give me your hand, Leigh," Mark said softly. She halting raised her arm behind her and gave a small sob as Mark secured it in his and pinned her in place. His other hand rested gently on her upturned bottom. Leigh listened with a mixture of dread and horror as Peter finished his instructions.

"Now Mark, you are only going to spank with your hand today. We will progress to paddles and other implements, and other positions, later. I want you to apply firm, fairly rapid strokes, alternating cheeks. Also pay particular attention to her sit spot - right where the cheeks meet the thighs. You can apply a few on the back of the legs if she struggles too much to remind her to be still. For this session, I will tell you when to stop. Keep spanking until I do so. Later on, you will become a better judge of what is enough. Leigh, you are to remain in position and take your spanking. Is that clear?" "Yes," came the muffled reply. She whipped her head up in shock as Mark delivered a sharp *crack* to her bottom. "Answer correctly," he told her. "Yes Sir!" Leigh blurted. "That's better. Good thinking, Mark. You should begin now."

With that, Mark began to spank Leigh. His hand rose and fell in a steady rhythm, swat after swat - first one cheek, then the other. Leigh gritted her teeth, jerking slightly with each smack. But as the heat began to build, and after a few sharp cracks to her tender sit spot, she began to vocalize her displeasure. "Ow!" "Ouch!" "That hurts!" "Stop!" "Mark, please!" "Yow!" "Mark, I mean it!" "Ok, I'm sorry!" "Ow!" "I'll be good!" "I promise!" "Ow!" "Please!" "Don't!" But her pleading had no effect on Mark. He did feel a bit bad about causing her pain, but he was determined to do what he had to do to make their marriage work. He doubled his efforts and kept spanking. Leigh's words changed to sobs. She could still get out an occasional "I'm sorry!" or "I'll be good!", but mostly all she could do was wail. For a while, she bucked and twisted over his lap, trying to avoid the stinging slaps, but even that was too much after a while, and she collapsed over his knee, howling and sobbing as her bottom was turned a crimson red. Mark finally looked over at Peter with a questioning glance, and Peter nodded to indicate he could stop. Mark gently rubbed Leigh's bottom as she cried it out, laying limply over his knee.

Peter gave them a moment to calm down before he spoke. "Help her up, Mark, and take her back to the corner. We'll finish our discussion while she does her after-spanking corner time." Leigh didn't even resist as Mark stood her up and walked her across the room. She leaned almost gratefully into the corner, sniffling, not even caring that her red, sore bottom was on prominent display. Mark resumed his seat and his conversation with Peter.

"I think we should meet once a month," Peter said. "For this month, I want you to work on respect issues. I also want the two of you to sit down and write up a set of rules. You should be clear on what you expect from her, and you both should agree on them. Don't try to fix all the problems right away - keep the list fairly short for now, but enough that she has to work for it. I suggest, for now, that you have a once-a-week spanking. You don't want to overdo it at first. Every evening, you two are to have a short discussion, without arguing, about what she did well that day, and what she came up short on. There should be an understanding that she will be punished for it at the end of the week. Then, on Saturday, have a final recap of the week. Ask her what she had trouble with over the course of the week and how she is going to work to improve it. Then you do as we did here - cornertime to think about about what she has done and why she is going to be spanked, then the spanking, and then cornertime again. Make sure you get an apology. You can do that either before or after the spanking. Most importantly - do NOT let her whine or wheedle her way out of her punishment! She expects and wants you to be consistent, even if she says otherwise. Think you can handle that?" Mark laughed. "I think the bigger question is, do I think I can handle her! Yes, I can do this. But what happens if I really have no reason to spank her at the end of the week?" Now it was Peter's turn to chuckle. "I don't really think that will happen. There should be things on her list that are a challenge and will take time to achieve. But if it does, you still administer the spanking as a maintenance spanking - one to remind her that you are in charge and she is to continue being respectful and obedient. And still use the cornertime - it helps her get her head in the right place. Does that make sense?" "Yes, it does," said Mark. "Thank you for your help, Peter. We'll see you again soon."

The two men shook hands, and then Mark went over to his contrite wife. He eased her panties up over her hips and lowered her skirt. Leigh turned to him and buried her face in his chest. "I'm sorry I've been so awful! I'll be better, I promise!" "Shhhh," said Mark quietly. "It's all going to be fine. Let's go home." Leigh clung to him as he held her tightly and guided her across the room and out the door, both of them relieved to know they had taken a positive new turn in their relationship.
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Hope you like the new story! Any comments would be appreciated. If you like the idea, this could be a series.

A Continuation.....

2011-10-11T16:12:00.012-04:00

I've been asked to continue the story I posted on May 5th. If you missed it, you can read the first part here.

So we'll move this story along -

Leigh stood in the corner, waiting for Mark to get home from work. Her legs were beginning to tremble, but she knew it was more from nerves than fatigue. Mark had texted her that he was leaving work and to be in the corner when he got home. He was only about 10 minutes away. Leigh knew that the consequences of not doing as she was told were worse than tired legs.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the garage door open. She found herself holding her breath as she listened for it to close again, and for the back door to open as Mark came into the house. There was no usual 'honey, I'm home!'. Just silence as her husband walked through the house, putting his things away. She finally felt his presence hehind her, his breath hot on the back of her neck as he stood quietly behind her. She felt herself shrink into herself as she waited for him to speak.

Even though she was waiting for his words, they made her jump when they finally came. "So, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" Oh god - she hated this! He was going to make her say it outloud; say that she had been naughty and needed a good spanking to straighten her out. The words caught in her throat. The sharp crack to her bottom loosened them. "Ow! I'm sorry! I've - I've been very naughty lately and I'm sorry! I'll be better! I promise!"

She heard him give a low chuckle. "So you've said before, Leigh. But after a while, you forget your promises and need a reminder. Isn't that so?" Damn. He wanted another answer. She felt him move to swat her again, so she blurted out the truth. "Yes sir! I've been lazy. But I'll do better - you really don't need to spank me!" His chuckle changed to an outright laugh. "Oh, I think I really do, missy. I know you think you mean what you say, but past experience proves that you need a little extra motivation to make you act on those words! Now stay there until I'm ready for you." Leigh gave a little mental stomp of her foot. She knew he was watching her, her bottom already bared, thanks to his earlier orders for her to be dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, shirt pinned up and panties at her thighs. She tried not to clench her buttocks since she knew he could see it, but it was difficult because of the anticipation of what was to come.

Mark walked to the kitchen table and picked up the letter Leigh had written earlier. She could just see him out of the corner of her eye, and her heart sank when he finished it. He disappeared for a few moments, and then Leigh heard him come back into the living room. "Come here, young lady," he ordered. She slowly turned and saw him sitting on the couch. Her eyes grew wide and she whimpered at the sight of the hairbrush AND the ruler lying beside him on the cushion. "I said, come here!" he ordered, more sternly this time. Leigh was jolted out of her hesitation, and she shuffled over to him, standing beside his thigh. Mark took her wrist and, with no fanfare, tumbled her over his lap. With a soft "oomph!", Leigh landed face down, her hands on the floor and her bare behind pointed at the ceiling.

Mark's hand patted and rubbed across her bare skin. "Well, missy, since you asked me so politely in your letter, I am going to spank you." "Yeah," thought Leigh. "Like you would have dropped the idea if I had asked you nicely to do that instead!" Luckily, she kept her sarcasm to herself. Mark continued. "And since you asked me so nicely, I will go with your recommendations about the method. Hand, hairbrush, and ruler sound like a good combination!" Leigh sputtered. "I - I - I didn't mean all of them! I said OR! I was hoping you'd choose one!" "Yes, well, I was hoping you would learn to behave," Mark replied. "Guess we don't always get what we ask for."

Shortly after those words were spoken, Mark's hand began to rise and fall on Leigh's behind. At first, the sharp cracks were the only sound in the room. Leigh tried to be stoic, gritting her teeth with each swat. But soon, the heat began to build and the sting began to spread across her cheeks. First, each swat was met with a low grunt. Grunts became squeals, and squeals became words. "Ow! I'm sorry! I'll behave! I promise! Owwww! Yeee-owww! Please stop! I'll be good!" The words were soon joined the sound of drumming toes as Leigh kicked her feet against the floor. Her bottom was bouncing up and down over Mark's knee before he stopped. When he rested his hand on her burning buttocks, Leigh took in big gulps of air, struggling to catch her breath.

Unfortunately, that had only been the warm-up. Leigh felt her stomach lurch when her husband shifted her so that she was over one knee, her legs clamped between his. This was never good! But she didn't have much time to contemplate her situation before she felt the first blow of the wooden hairbrush. She quickly began shrieking and bucking as the hard wooden surface made contact repeatedly with her soft bouncing cheeks. Her backside was on fire, and the pain of each stroke made her brain foggy. Forgetting herself, she reached back to cover her bottom. Mark just grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the small of her back, continuing without pause to cover her entire backside and thighs with rifle-shot cracks of the brush. She finally collapsed over his knee in sobs, not realizing for some moments that he had stopped the assault and was gently rubbing her bottom.

Still weeping and sniffling, she was helped to her feet. It was over. Mark led her back to the corner. Resting her head against the cool wall, she closed her eyes and hoped for a few minutes of peace. But her relief was short-lived. To her horror, Mark tucked the ruler between her cheeks. "You asked for this too, young lady. Now hold it there. When it drops, I'll know you're ready for the last part of your spanking!" Leigh gasped as she now painfully clenched her sore cheeks, struggling to keep the slim ruler in place. She was quickly learning one lesson this evening - be careful what you ask for, as you will surely get it - sooner or later!

One of my favorites............

2011-10-11T12:58:00.003-04:00

This has all of the elements of a great domestic discipline spanking - the lecture, the corner time, the announcement of her punishment, the spanking progression from dress to panties to bare bottom, the tears, the corner time again with the red bottom and the tears. *sigh* Bliss............ I like to imagine that the next time, he takes the hairbrush to her bottom!

Ideas?

2011-10-10T21:20:00.002-04:00

I get a lot of comments from people, saying they like the Mark and Leigh stories. But I get the feeling that I'm just writing the same theme over and over again, probably trying to work out my own fantasies in print. I wonder if I'm missing some aspect of what you want to read. I know the standard elements of what I see as the perfect spanking. For me, it has to have a sense of 'reality' to it. A real or imagined misbehavior, a stern disciplinarian, brattiness and resistance from the naughty girl, determination and perseverance from her partner. A real spanking with her pulled over his knee and held in place, not a scene of her throwing herself over his lap and laughing as she begs him not to spank her. A sound spanking (not a beating) that has her kicking and squirming as she goes from indignation to resignation to contrition. A firm reminder from him that this will happen again if she doesn't learn her lesson and behave (which of course she won't). The other punishments used to make sure he gets his message across - cornertime, sentence writing, restrictions, etc. And yes, I have that 'a' fixation, but only a small one - small plugs, temperature taking, etc. (No anal sex - I'm not into THAT pain. LOL!) Those things make me shiver strictly from the standpoint of the dominance and control they give him. Are they too squirmy for most of you? I don't think so, going by the comments I have gotten, but just thought I'd ask. So tell me - what do you want to read? Give me some ideas. Scenarios, punishments, whatever. I need new fuel for my fantasies and I bet you have lots! I'd like to try to write a story just for you. Hope to hear from some of you.

It's been sooooooooo long!

2011-10-07T14:26:00.003-04:00

What's a girl to do when she can't even get her butt warmed on a regular basis? *Sigh* Maybe I've just been too good. (yeah - right) I haven't been good enough - good enough at asking for it, that is. After a while, you just sort of lose interest. But then I go on Spanking Tube and watch a few videos, and bingo! I'm in the mood again. But still not good at asking for it. Hard to even talk about it. He sure as hell doesn't know where this blog is. He knows there is one, but I've never told him how to find it. That would take more courage than I have so far. Although, he would probably learn a whole lotta stuff about me if I let him - LOL! At least I have a rich fantasy life. Just need to turn him into Prince Spanko. Where's that evil stepmother when you need her?

Short - And To The Point.....................

2011-08-29T21:57:00.002-04:00

Leigh sat at the kitchen table, contemplating the paper and pen lying in front of her. The morning had not started well...............

She did not always wake up when her husband left for work in the mornings. He left so early that, most days, she slept right through his morning routine. Most mornings, he tried to move about quietly so he didn't wake her. But not today. She was already half conscious by the time he came to her side of the bed. Expecting the usual kiss goodbye, she started to roll towards him, her eyes still firmly shut. But they flew open when he stopped her and held her on her stomach while pulling the bedclothes off her body. She yelped in protest as the cool morning air blew across her skin. Indignation turned to alarm when he next quickly yanked her panties down, baring her bottom. The struggle began when, with no explanation, he began applying hard swats to her backside with her wooden hairbrush.

She twisted and bucked during the first twenty swats. He stopped, but only long enough to warn her to be still or he would get the cane. That was enough to halt her in her tracks. She didn't know what she was in trouble for, but she knew she didn't want the cane. The spanking began again, but this time there was a lecture with it, every two or three words punctuated by a sharp smack with the brush. He told her how disappointed he was in her recent behavior, how her attitude had become bratty and abrasive, and how she had let things go around the house. He spanked and talked, and talked and spanked, as Leigh buried her face in her pillow and howled at every stroke. She lost count, and was finally limp and sobbing when he laid down the brush.

The spanking stopped, but the lecture continued. He told her that he expected an improvement in her attitude, and that he wanted to see more of an effort made around the house. When she thought he was done, she started to get up, but he ordered her to stay in place until he told her to move. Then she felt the ultimate indignity. His hands pulled her cheeks apart, and she felt the slick plug being inserted into her bottom between her hot, pulsating buttocks. She could only lay there and groan in misery, her butt wiggling from side to side as he pushed it in. When the plug was firmly in place, he gave her six more hard swats with his hand, and then pulled her to her feet and turned her to face him. With a stern glare, he gave her her instructions for the day, kissed her tear-stained face, and left.

So now Leigh found herself beginning her first assigned chore. Sitting at the table on the hard kitchen chair made her squirm, made difficult by not only her sore bottom, but also the intruder lodged there. He had said it would keep her mind on what she was supposed to be doing. She hated to admit it, but it was working. With a sigh, she picked up the pen and began to write:

1. I will get my housework done and not spend all day playing on the computer.

One down, only 99 to go.......................

A Short Story

2011-07-05T22:23:00.001-04:00

Just something I put together this afternoon. Hope you like it!

Mark stood at the kitchen sink, looking down at the dish in his hand, fuming. “What am I doing?” he asked himself incredulously. He had come home from work not fifteen minutes ago. Leigh had been sitting at her computer and barely acknowledged him. She only grunted when he said hello and dropped a kiss on her head in greeting. He had walked through the house as he put his things from work away for the night. Everywhere he looked, it appeared that a bomb had gone off. Clothes lying around, dirty dishes in the sink, beds not made, the plants for the flower bed he had dug for her still sitting in their pots, wilting. Every question he tried to ask her was met with a mumble, a sigh, or an evasive answer. He had given up and started to clean up the kitchen when he found himself staring at the aforementioned dish. “Enough is enough,” he muttered. Putting the dish back down, he went back and stood behind Leigh.

“Leigh, would you come with me please? I need to talk to you.” Leigh just grunted again and waved her hand at him dismissively. “I’m in the middle of something,” she snarled. “Give me a minute.” Mark caught her waving arm at the wrist and yanked her from her seat. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked as he proceeded to pull her towards the living room. “I told you I was busy!” “Yeah, you’re going to be real busy in a few minutes, and it won’t be playing some game on the computer!” Mark retorted in reply. Leigh was still sputtering and struggling when Mark sat down on the straight-backed chair by the front window and pulled Leigh to him until she was standing between his knees. He grabbed both her wrists and held her hands in place down by her hips, his legs pinning her to the spot. He waited until she stopped fighting him. She stood there, glaring down at him. “What do you want?” she demanded, her forehead pulled down and eyebrows pulled together in a classic pout.

“First off, I want you to lose that attitude, young lady!” he growled at her. He watched the look of defiance on her face fade to one of shock, her eyes widening. She knew she was in trouble when he called her ‘young lady’. As he calmly stared back at her, the look of shock changed again to apprehension. A few more moments of stern silence from Mark, and she began to shift uncomfortably. When her eyes finally unlocked from his and drifted down to focus on the floor, he knew she was ready to listen.

“Now, we need to have a ‘discussion’ about a couple of things. One of them is what you do around here during the day, and the other is about your tone of voice when I try to talk to you.” Leigh bit her lip. She knew when he put that emphasis on the word ‘discussion’ that it really meant he was going to warm up her backside. She hunched over and tried to shimmy away from her, but he held tight, keeping her pinned in place. “You’re not going anywhere except over my knee, little girl, so stop it!” he warned. Even though she knew it was useless, Leigh couldn’t help giving a squeak and trying again to pull away. Mark sighed. “Ok, fine. If you can’t stand there and talk to me face to face, you can do it face to bottom.” Moving faster than Leigh could blink or protest, he turned her sideways and flipped her over so that her head was suddenly down by the floor and her bottom was high in the air, propped up by his right leg. He then crossed his legs at the ankles, pinning her lower half between them. She tried to arch up to get away, but he just wrapped one arm around her waist with his elbow in the small of her back, holding her in place until she stopped squirming.

A few awkward moments passed. Leigh finally gave up and went limp over his knee. “Are you ready to listen to me, young lady?” Mark asked quietly. With an embarrassed groan, Leigh mumbled, ‘”Yes sir.” “Good!” Mark replied. He began to lecture her, his hand at first resting on her pantied bottom, then rubbing it lightly as he began to speak. “Now you know that I have NEVER demanded anything of you, isn’t that right?” He waited a moment for her answer. When none came, he gave her a swift smack to her left cheek. “Ow!” she yelped. “Yes sir!” His hand went back to rubbing. “That’s right. Even though you don’t work outside the house, I have never demanded that you do any specific chores or keep this house in a certain way. In the past, you’ve been pretty good about it. But now that summer is here, you seem to have slipped into this lazy mood, and all you want to do is play on the computer and watch TV. Then when I try to talk to you, you snap at me like I’m an inconvenience in your life. Well, enough is enough. Things need to change and you obviously need a little motivation.” Leigh had been somewhat lulled by his even voice as he chastised her, but she began to struggle anew as she felt him stop rubbing and begin peeling her panties down off her bottom. Her resistance was met by a flurry of stinging slaps to her backside. “Young lady, be still or I will get the cane!” Mark ordered as he spanked her gyrating cheeks. At the threat of the cane, Leigh abruptly stopped her struggle and slumped back down in resignation.

“That’s better,” Mark said as he finished sliding her panties down until they rested across her thighs. Her bottom cheeks weren’t burning yet, but she could feel the ones on her face flaming already as she lay there across his lap, her naked buttocks offered up for his punishment. His hand rested again on her skin. “So from now on, there are going to be some expectations around here. I want the bed made every day. I want the kitchen cleaned up. I want to see you make an effort to get dressed in something besides a T-shirt and panties, or I will take it as an invitation, as I have now, to take them down and paddle your butt. Is that understood?” On the last syllable of the last word, his hand placed an exclamation point on her bottom. “Ow!” Leigh squealed. “Yes sir!” “I also will assign you some things to do occasionally, like those plants that you didn’t put out after I worked so hard digging you the flower bed you wanted, and are now in danger of dying since they haven’t been put in the ground yet. Is that clear?” This time, the last three words were punctuated by hard smacks to her butt. “Yeow! Ok! Yes, I’ll do as I’m told!” she wailed.

Mark took a moment to reposition her and grip her tightly around her waist. She groaned at his next words. “Give me your hand.” She didn’t want to, but knew he would only be madder if she didn’t obey. Slowly, she lifted her outside hand up to her side. He gripped her wrist and held it tightly to her side. She was trapped - her legs pinned, her upper body held down by his elbow, her hand held securely to her side so she couldn’t throw it back to protect her bottom. That only meant one thing. She didn’t have long to wait.

“We are now going to talk about your attitude” was the only preamble she got before he began to spank her bare bottom, his hand rising and falling in time to his words. “I don’t” *smack* “appreciate” *whack* “being snapped at” *crack* “when I ask you” *slap* “a simple” *whack* “question!” *spank* “Your attitude” *smack* “is going” *whack* to change!” *crack* “Is” *slap* “that” *spank* “understood?” *swat* Before Leigh could screech out an answer, Mark administered a further fast volley of a dozen hard licks to her now bucking behind. “O w ow ow!” she howled. “Yes sir, I understand!” Mark was about to lift her to her feet, but Leigh hadn’t yet learned when to shut her mouth. “Now let me up, damnit!” she demanded. Mark’s eyebrows went up as he looked down at his wife. “You know, you’re not exactly in a position to order me around,” he told her drily as he tightened his grip on her and calmly reached into the drawer of the end table next to him. He drew out the flat-backed hairbrush he kept there in case of an emergency. A smart-mouthed wife qualified as an emergency.

Leigh stiffened as he rubbed the smooth brush over her already-burning butt cheeks. She realized - too late - that she had gone too far. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she blurted out. “Please not the brush! No - I’ll be good! I promise! I didn’t mean it! I’m really - aaahhhhhhh!” she began to yell as Mark brought the hairbrush down onto her sore bottom. Again and again he spanked, each stroke flattening Leigh’s round cheeks upon impact. Her cries became one long wail, broken only by the occasional gasp as she sucked in air between sobs. She now knew what he had meant when he told her earlier that she was going to be busy, and she didn’t like it one little bit. Crying and squirming over her husband’s knee was not her idea of a good time. Well, not when she was in trouble, anyway. When she finally ran out of strength and went limp over his lap, Mark stopped and laid the hairbrush to the side.

When Leigh had calmed down, Mark directed her to her feet so that she was once again facing him. But the defiance was now gone, and she stood with her head hanging down, sniffling and wiping away the tears from her face. Her backside was blazing, but she knew better than to reach back and rub it. Mark waited patiently until she raised her head and looked at him. “So, do we understand each other now, young lady?” Mark asked firmly. Leigh nodded. “Yes sir,” she whispered. “Well then, I’d say this was a successful discussion!” he replied. “You can start now showing me what you have learned. The kitchen needs cleaning up and the bed isn’t made. No, no,” he warned as she reached for her panties. “Leave those right where they are. It will remind you of what will happen if you don’t do as you’re told. Now get moving!” With her face now as red from embarrassment as her bottom was from her spanking, Leigh scurried off to do her chores, knowing that her husband was right behind her, enjoying his handiwork. And as she worked, she felt the heat from her bottom start to spread over her whole body, turning into a glow of contentment.

Ow!

2011-05-07T18:28:00.002-04:00

Sitting here with a hot, sore backside, watching the Kentucky Derby. Boy, I needed that. Much longer without a spanking and I was gonna get real cranky. And, not surprisingly, rooting for Number 7 in the race. Two reasons. The name - Pants On Fire. And the jockey - a female. You go, girl!

Oh dear!

2011-05-07T17:32:00.002-04:00

Just been told that at 5:45 tonight, I'm to go upstairs for a spanking. That's only 15 minutes from now! Gulp.............................

Just a quick story -

2011-05-05T11:22:00.002-04:00

I'm in one of those moods. Three guesses what kind of mood, and the first two guesses don't count - LOL! Anyway, this is just a quick one I jotted down. My fantasy of the strong, in control man. *sigh*

Mark stood by the side of the bed, looking down at his sleeping wife. It was 5:30am, and he often woke Leigh briefly to kiss her goodbye before he left for work. But he had other plans for her this morning. She was curled up on her side, her back to him. Mark eased the blankets back and sat down next to her. Wrapping one arm around her waist and slipping his hand under her hip, he gently pulled her tight to his side, lifting her bottom slightly towards his lap.

Leigh slowly roused from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered, then snapped open as she realized she seemed to be pinned in place. She began to struggle but relaxed again as she felt her husband lightly tracing his fingers over her pantied bottom. Snuggling against him, she giggled a bit, and then said in a sleepy voice, ‘All right, buster, but you’re going to be late for work!’ Again she attempted to roll towards him, but he held her in place. A funny feeling began to swirl around in her tummy, and she tried pulling away instead. But he still held her. The fog cleared and she was now on high alert as he peeled her panties away from her bottom and the cool morning air blew over her bare skin.

‘No, I’m not going to be late,’ he growled at her, his hot hand cupping her cheek, then leaving trails of heat as he rubbed it across her bared behind. ‘This won’t take long. Now, young lady, how long has it been since you’ve had a good spanking?’ Leigh gasped. What a question to be woken up with! She made another attempt at wiggling away from him. Mark responded with a sharp slap to her bottom. ‘Answer me!’he ordered. She yelped. ‘Ow! Ok! A long time!’ Mark rubbed some more. ‘And do you agree that it’s about high time that this naughty bottom was taught a lesson?’ More wiggling from Leigh, and a volley of hard slaps from Mark. ‘Owwwww! Yes, sir! I have been a brat and I deserve a spanking!‘ Leigh howled. ‘Just as I thought,’ her husband said. ‘And your behavior has reflected that fact. I’ve let you get away with a lot lately, but that is going to be rectified tonight. I’ve left you instructions on the kitchen table, and I expect them to be followed. For now, I’m just giving you a preview of what’s to come.’ His hand rose and fell on Leigh’s squirming bottom a dozen more times. A short pause, and then she began to protest loudly as she felt the sting of the wooden hairbrush as he paddled her with another twelve hard strokes. She was panting when he stopped, and rolled over to face him when he released her and stood up, her hands beneath her, clutching her heated cheeks.

He looked down at her, a bemused grin playing across his mouth as she glared up at him. Bending down, he gave her a quick kiss on her pouty lips. ‘I love you. Behave, and do as I’ve told you in the note. I’ll know if you do or not!’ he warned before walking out of the room, leaving her to stew over his words as she tried in vain to return to sleep.

She tossed and turned in the bed. The warmth in her bottom and his words in her ear were making any attempts to close her eyes futile. Finally, she pounded the mattress in frustration and sat up. A glance at the clock only made her more irritable. 7am! Damn him - a perfectly good sleep-in, ruined. Throwing off the covers, she stretched and rolled out of the bed.

When she arrived downstairs a few minutes later, she could see the sheet of paper laying on the kitchen table. The note! She hesitated, then approached it with growing trepidation. Picking it up, she began to read:

‘Dear Leigh,

As we have already discussed, you have been very naughty lately. We will address that when I get home this afternoon. I suggest that you prepare yourself, because when I am done with you, you are going to be properly punished and ready to behave for the foreseeable future.’

Leigh’s hand unconsciously went behind her, rubbing her bottom as she continued to read.

‘A few things for you to do today. Get your chores done, please. A tidy house will go a long way towards shortening your punishment tonight. Your attire for the day will be a t-shirt and panties. I want the panties down below your butt and your t-shirt above it; pin it up if you have to. That bare bottom is to be where I can see it.’

Leigh gave a snort. ‘Yeah, right, buddy!’ she thought. ‘In your dreams! Like you’re gonna know.’ The next sentence stopped her in her tracks and she felt a cold chill.

‘I have set up the old nanny cam. If you disable it in any way, I will get out the cane. I will be checking in from time to time, so I suggest you do as you are told. I knew that old camera would come in handy one day.’

Leigh looked around wildly. A quick search of the downstairs revealed the nanny cam on top of the bookshelf in the family room, aimed so it could see most of the downstairs of their house. She stared in disbelief at the little glowing red light, indicating that it was on and that he could be looking at her right that moment. He must have been planning this for days! With shaking hands, she finished reading the note.

‘Yes, I will be able to see you and I will be checking in on you from time to time. So I suggest you behave and do as I say. You are also to sit down at some point and write me a note, explaining how you have been getting away with too much and why you deserve to be punished like a naughty little girl. Suggestions on how you will be better in the future and what form your spanking should take will be taken under consideration. Now, get busy, and I will be in touch later if necessary.

I love you.

Mark’

Leigh put the note down, taking deep breaths as she tried to steady her nerves. Sinking down into the nearest chair, she put her head in her hands as she tried to clear her head and focus. Her brain whirled as she considered what to do first. That question was soon answered for her. Her cell phone vibrated on the counter behind her. Jumping up, she grabbed it and saw there was a text message from Mark. It said simply, ‘Get moving. You’re not dressed properly.’ The pit of her stomach flipped. He was already watching! With a last glare in the direction of the nanny cam, she flew up the stairs to change.

Getting dressed hadn’t involved much, but it hadn’t been easy. Putting on a t-shirt, she had looked in the mirror and realized with dismay that it hung down over her bottom. Taking it back off, she found a safety pin and lifted the bottom hem of the shirt, pinning it in place about half way up her back. She slipped it on again and checked the mirror. With shaking hands, she eased her panties down to just below her butt. Her round bottom was now perfectly framed and on display. After delaying as much as she dared, she made her way back downstairs. Now feeling defiant, she marched into the family room, arched her bare butt towards the camera, and looked back over her shoulder, sticking out her tongue. ‘Big meany,’ she grumbled out loud as she straightened up and walked away.

Her victory was short-lived. In the kitchen, her cell phone vibrated again. Oh shit! Was he going to watch her every minute, she wondered in a panic? There was another text message. ‘I saw that. You’re not doing yourself any favors. Go into the family room to the corner across from the camera. Nose to the wall, hands on your head. I’ll text you when you can come out. Move!’ Leigh gave a sigh of frustration. Dragging her feet, she walked into the family room. She gave one last glance at the traitorous red light and then moved to the corner. Placing her nose to the wall and lacing her hands together on top of her head, she stood and waited. And waited. And waited.

It seemed like he left her there for an eternity. Finally, her phone buzzed. ‘You can come out now.’ Glancing at the clock, she realized he had only made her stand there for 15 minutes. She never realized a quarter of an hour could seem so long! ‘Guess I’d better get busy,’ she thought in resignation.

The next couple of hours passed quickly as she worked around the house. After a while, she even forgot that her bottom was on display to him as she cleaned and dusted and tidied. Before long, she had the bedroom, kitchen and family room sparkling. ‘I think that should be enough to make him happy,’ she decided. Going to the family room, she curled up in her chair and settled in with her laptop.

After the usual surfing of Facebook and email, she found herself wandering into her favorite spanking sites. A few videos of women getting put over their husband’s knees and soundly paddled soon gave her an odd tingling in her backside. She began to squirm in her chair, a bit uncomfortable by the thought that watching someone get a painful spanking like the one she herself would soon be receiving was turning her on. She couldn’t stop watching the women kick and cry and promise to be good even though she knew it would shortly be her in that same position. She was pondering this situation when her phone blared again, shaking her out of her daze.

‘You’re spending too much time on that computer. And I don’t know why you’d want to watch other bad girls being punished - you’ll be getting it soon enough. Back in that corner - now!’ She gasped in disbelief. That rat! He must be monitoring her computer, too! The nanny cam didn’t have sound, so he couldn’t have heard anything. That’s what she got for marrying an IT genius. Getting up, she stomped back to the corner and assumed the position, fuming but knowing she had no choice as he was surely keeping an eye on her!

This time she could tell he was really pissed off at her. It was a full half hour before the next text message. She was starting to sway from side to side, her feet getting tired, before he took pity on her. ‘You can come out. Go write that note to me. And you’d better make it good - you are in big trouble!’ Leigh hurried to collect a pen and paper, and then sat down at the kitchen table. She thought for a few moments, and then began to write. Her hand shook as she forced out the words she needed to write and he needed to hear.

‘Dear Mark,

I know that I have been a very bad girl, and I am very sorry. I have been lazy and disrespectful to you. You have every right to be angry with me. I will try to do better in the future. My chores and my attitude will be better, I promise. I know that I deserve to be punished, and that you are only doing it for my own good and because you love me. I love you too, and I love that you are willing to spank me to keep me in line and be the best person I can be.

I know that I am going to get my bare bottom paddled, and I will accept whatever punishment you decide is appropriate. You did ask me what form I thought it should take. Please, no cane or strap? I can’t take much of that, and I think that this time, I need a long, hard spanking to pay for my behavior. Maybe your hand, the hairbrush, or the ruler? I will go to the corner if sent, or write lines if ordered. Whatever you decide is best.

Thank you for taking care of me. I love you,

Leigh’

With a sigh, she laid down the pen. Her impending punishment was now all too real, and she could only sit in wonder and dread at how Mark would decide to deal with her. Her cell phone buzzed one last time. ‘I’m leaving work now. Go to the corner and wait for me…………….’

The Nanny

2011-05-05T08:57:00.002-04:00

The other day, I was watching an old episode of 'The Nanny'. Ok, kind of half watching it. But a scene soon caught my attention! Fran had done something mildly illegal and ended up in court. Maxwell was there with her trying to get her out of trouble. He did, and got fined himself in the process. As they were leaving the court room, he was lecturing Fran on her behavior. He fussed at her, and Fran responded that he was being a real turn-off. He fussed again, and she said he was still being a turn-off. Finally, he told her she was grounded. Her reply - 'Grounded?! You can't ground me! Why don't you just turn me over your knee and ---- oh! We're back to turn-ons!' LOL! Sure to catch the ear of any spanko. Sure are seeing a lot more references to spanking on mainstream TV. Bring it on!

I am such a naughty blogger!

2011-03-11T11:48:00.002-05:00

I'm so ashamed of myself! 6 months since my last post. I wouldn't blame any of you for never coming back again. No, I haven't lost interest. There just hasn't been any inspiration for anything lately! I really need to get myself a good spanking. Maybe tonight? Of course, I have to practically plant a white flag on my butt and wave it under hubby's nose. In all these years, I have yet to get a 'hold you down and spank you until you kick, yell, and beg for me to stop' spanking. *sigh* 'Should I be careful what I wish for? LOL! At least I have an active fantasy life. As I'm straightening up the house, I imagine being scolded for the mess in the room. '3 half-empty soda cans? That's wasteful, young lady! Get me the hairbrush!' Anyone else do that? 'Making the bed at four in the afternoon? When you get done, you might as well bend over the end of it and get those panties down! Your lazy butt is getting a good paddling!' Grrrrrr................ Frustration! It doesn't do me any good to leave chores undone in hopes of a spanking. He just comes home from work and does them! Not complaining about that, mind you. But the only reason I leave them undone from time to time is not from laziness. More like I'm hoping to be grabbed, bent over the back of a kitchen chair, and have a wooden spoon smacking my butt while being told I've been a naughty, lazy girl. Oh well. Again, I'm thankful for an active imagination! And a wonderful husband, regardless of his cluelessness on this one subject!

Well crap!

2010-11-20T18:56:00.002-05:00

I just found out that BlogRolling is now extinct, and it has taken all my links with it! They just disappeared! So I'm now going to have to build a new Links list. At least we know they will all be active links! Grumble grumble grumble......

A Short Story

2010-11-19T16:02:00.001-05:00

Leigh sat at her computer, checking her email and cruising the web. She had been doing the same thing when her husband Mark came in from work and greeted her. Turning her head slightly to the side to accept his ‘I’m home’ kiss to her cheek, her eyes never left the screen, so she didn’t notice the slight frown on her husband’s face. ‘I’m going up to take my shower,’ Mark said. ‘Uh-huh,’ Leigh murmured absently, her attention still on the monitor. Mark left the room and went upstairs.

A few moments later, his sharp voice snapped her back to attention. ‘Leigh, come up here please!’ Mark called. ‘Ok, in a minute!’ Leigh called back. A few moments passed. This time, Mark hollered louder and with more authority. ‘Leigh! Now!’ She looked up apprehensively, sighed, and headed up the stairs. When she entered the bedroom, Mark was standing there, arms crossed, glaring. ‘Young lady, I don’t ask a lot of you during the day. One thing I do like to see is this bed made and the room straightened up. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask!’ Leigh rolled her eyes. ‘Sorry! I didn’t get around to it today!’ She began to make the bed, first tossing the pillows to the floor and then yanking the sheets and blanket into place.

Mark continued to lecture as she pulled the covers into place. ‘You didn’t get around to it? Well, you certainly had time to play on the computer today! You could have taken five minutes earlier to do a few things around here!’ Leigh picked up the pillows and began to put them at the head of the bed, but Mark stopped her. ‘That’s not where those need to be right now, young lady!’ He pulled them from her hands and, to her chagrin, stacked them in a pile in the middle of the bed. She knew what was coming. ‘No Mark,’ she pleaded. ‘I’m really sorry! I promise I’ll do my chores from now on!’

But Mark was not to be swayed. ‘Oh, I know you will. But I think you need a little reminder of what you need to do during the day. Panties down, please, and get up over those pillows!’ Leigh groaned, trying to figure out a way to persuade Mark not to punish her. But one look at his face and she could tell it was useless. Her face flaming, she pushed her panties down to her knees and scrambled up onto the bed, throwing herself over the pillows. Mark nudged her forward until the pillows were directly under her hips and her bare bottom was pointed at the ceiling. She buried her face in the comforter, waiting for the first smack. But instead, Mark disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, and then a moment later, gave a start as she felt the hot wet washcloth laid across her bottom. ‘You just lay there while I take my shower,’ Mark ordered as he left the room.

Leigh squirmed as the washcloth heated up her tender skin. She knew that a spanking on a warm, wet bottom would just sting even more. Her bottom tingled, as if the nerve endings in her buttocks were waking up, exploding across the surface of her skin. Whimpering, she began to clench her bottom, nervously anticipating the further explosions of whatever implement Mark decided to use on her.

She was jerked back to the moment when Mark came out of the bathroom and snatched the washcloth off of her butt. The cool air of the room hitting her warm bottom made goosebumps race across her cheeks. Looking back, she saw her husband wrapped in a towel, still damp from his shower. The storm warnings still showed on his face, so she quickly put her face back down on the bed. The noise of water running again caught her attention. She squealed as she felt Mark pull her bottom cheeks apart. He had soaked the washcloth again and this time, he held the cloth over her and squeezed it, letting the water drip down into her exposed crack and flow down between her legs. He then swiped the sodden cloth back and forth over her butt, leaving it glistening wet before tossing the cloth back in the bathroom.

Leigh was still squirming from the feel of the water when the first blow fell. She yelped, her head whipping up into the air as the acrylic paddle made contact. The sting started in a stripe across the middle of her bottom, and then seemed to radiate outward. Five more rapid hard smacks of the paddle fell, each one hitting a new pink target and quickly turning it red. Leigh was already gasping and drumming her feet when he paused after swat number six. He spoke in a low voice, making sure he had her attention.

‘Now, young lady, why are you getting paddled?’ he asked. When she didn’t answer right away, he laid down another stripe with the paddle. ‘Ow!’ she yelped. ‘Because I didn’t make the bed and get my chores done!’ ‘That’s what you didn’t do,’ he growled. ‘You’re also getting spanked because of what you did do. Now tell me what that was,’ he ordered. Again, he punctuated his question with another sharp smack of the paddle. ‘YEOW!’ Leigh yelled. ‘I’m sorry - I spent too much time playing on the computer! I’m really sorry - it won’t happen again!’ Mark lightly tapped her bottom with the paddle as he answered her. ‘That’s right. So right now you are going to be spanked for not doing your work and wasting time on the computer.’ Leigh didn’t like the sound of ‘right now’ as it has ominous connotations of further punishment to come, but she didn’t have much time to reflect on that. Mark had sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place. Never a good sign.

The paddle began to fall, hard and fast swats sounding like rifle shots in the quiet room. Leigh’s cries soon joined the fray, getting louder as Mark paddled, tightly holding her as she began to kick and buck over the pillows. Swat after swat, crack after crack, howl after howl, the smacks rained down on Leigh’s tender back side. She could feel the heat rising as the sting and pain spread. When she tried to reach back to protect her bottom, Mark simply grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm to her side. Her other hand could only grab fistfuls of the comforter and hang on for dear life. She squealed, she pleaded, she kicked, she even swore, but none of it had any effect on Mark. He continued to paddle until she no longer fought against him, her body collapsing onto the bed as she sobbed into the covers.

Mark finally laid down the paddle and sat next to Leigh, gently rubbing her flaming skin. When she finally raised her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks, he stood and held out his hand. Helping her to her feet, he then turned her towards the wall. ‘Corner. Now!’ he instructed. Leigh scurried to do as she was told. She knew the drill. Panties still at knees, hands clasped behind her back to hold up her shirt, red bottom on display as she pushed her nose against the cool wall. Once Mark had dried off and dressed himself, he went downstairs, leaving Leigh to think about her naughty behavior until he called her to come down. She knew better than to complain.

After about 15 minutes, she heard him calling her. ‘Leigh, come down here please. And leave the panties down!’ Awkwardly, she shuffled down the stairs, her eyes never leaving the floor as she followed the sound of his voice and finally stood before him in the kitchen. He pulled out the hard wooden chair at the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit down. She did so, wincing as her sore bottom made contact with the unyielding seat of the chair. Mark slapped a pad of paper and a pen down in front of her. ‘Write this down,’ he ordered. Leigh picked up the pen and wrote as Mark dictated:

‘I will not touch my computer for the next two days and I will do all my chores like a good girl.’

Leigh’s stammered protests at the pronouncement of her punishment did nothing to sway Mark. All he said before he walked away was, ’50 times, young lady! And neatly!’ Leigh began to pout, her chin propped defiantly on one fist, but she did as she was told. For nearly an hour, the only sounds from the kitchen were the scratching of pen on paper, and the occasional shift of a sore bottom on a chair, accompanied by a soft ‘oh!’ as a tender spot made contact with wood. Finally, she laid down the pen and sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap as she waited for Mark to come back and check her work. ‘Are you done?’ he called from the living room. ‘Yes sir,’ she answered respectfully. Mark soon stood behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as he leaned over her to check her sentences. He finally nodded his approval and allowed her to stand. A kiss and a hug, followed by her panties being returned to their rightful position, let Leigh know that all was forgiven. However, the fact that her laptop was now missing from the table next to her chair let her know that it was not forgotten. She sighed - it was going to be a long 48 hours.

Happy Father's Day

2010-06-20T09:56:00.003-04:00

Hope all of you dads out there have a good day. It's been almost seven years since I lost my Dad, but I still think of him all the time and miss him like crazy. Love you Daddy!

OMG - 5 Years!?

2010-06-18T08:35:00.003-04:00

I just went back to the beginning of this blog to see when I started it - I had forgotten. And I was amazed to see that my first post was May 1st of 2005! I had read on another blog that she had been there for 4 1/2 years and that she thought that was ancient for a blogger. So I guess that makes me an old lady - LOL! Granted, there have been times when I disappeared for a while, but I think that happens to all of us. And there are lots of other bloggers who have been around longer than me. But even though there hasn't been anything earth-shattering or particularly prolific posted on this website, I still thought it was worth a little Happy Anniversary post to me. I'm glad to still be here and still plugging away at TTWD.

Obsession

2010-06-17T11:17:00.003-04:00

I don't know if it's just that time of year, or what, but I seem to be obsessed with spanking the last few days. Trolling the internet for hours, watching videos, looking at toys, searching out new links, etc. Somehow it just seems like I've seen it all and there's nothing new out there. If anyone has stumbled upon any really good links lately, let me know!

I just watched the last half of Apollo 13 on TV. That's one of those movies I've seen a thousand times but I'll still surf to it anytime I catch it on. And, as always, I'm in tears during that scene of reentry! Hey, at least Ron Howard can make me cry right now - hee hee hee!

Just played Aces Up on pogo.com for a while. Earned a new rank - Miss B. Haven! Sheesh - everything I do right now I manage to find some sort of spanking connection.

Ok - enough of this for now. There is housework that needs to be done (haven't done the dishes or made the bed yet!) so I guess I should tear myself away from this laptop and get to it. (Heh - laptop - I can think of another laptop I'd like to be on - STOP!) Hopeless. Catch you all later! (Oh, and I checked all my Blogroll links, removed any dead ones, and added a bunch of new ones, so check them out!)

Vintage Fun!

2010-06-16T13:37:00.002-04:00

This one is a bit difficult as it is in black and white, but still worth the effort!

A Spanking Code

2010-06-16T11:36:00.007-04:00

I'm thinking that maybe what we need in this house is some sort of code for "I'm feeling out of sorts and really need you to take charge and give me a good old fashioned spanking". But I'm no good at just asking for one (as most women aren't). Maybe a sort of 'code' would work. I'm debating suggesting to hubby that we set up a couple of things that I 'have' to do everyday - say, make the bed and do the dishes. Since I don't work outside the home, this is far from unreasonable. I do lots of other things around the house every day. But these could be the trigger chores. When I feel the need, I could just 'forget' to do one of these things. Oh - here comes the fantasy; follow along and insert your own mental pictures.

He comes home and sees the kitchen is still a mess. I hear 'Young lady, come here!' A lump in my throat, I follow his voice to the kitchen. 'Why aren't these dishes done?' he demands. I stammer and mutter something about not having time. 'You're home all day, missy. You have time to load the dishwasher and clean up around here!' He pulls out a kitchen chair, pushes me down over the back of it, yanks down my panties, grabs a wooden spoon, and smacks my bottom with it until I am yelping and promising to do better. Then I have to do the dishes - by hand! - with my panties still down, red backside on display while he watches. Then to the corner to think about my sorry excuses. Oh my - is it getting hot in here or is it just me?

Or now - fade to bedroom. He has gone up after work to change clothes and finds the bed in disarray. 'Young lady, come up here right now!' he bellows from upstairs. I trudge up the steps. 'Yes sir?' I squeak. 'Why didn't you make the bed today?' I stutter out an apology and claim I forgot. 'You forgot? Well, maybe you need a reminder!' I am made to lay across the messy bed, my face in the wadded up bedspread and a stack of pillows under my hips. (I protest, but am of course told that if the pillows had been where they belonged, I wouldn't be in this position.) Panties are pulled down and his trusty paddle is applied repeatedly to my bottom. When I am suitably toasted, I have to make the bed with my panties still down so he can see his handiwork. Then I am sent to the corner to stand with my hands on my head while he showers and changes clothes.

Hmmmmmmm........ what? Oh sorry - I'm back now. *Sigh* If only it would work and if only I could be sure he would be consistent about it. Something to think about and maybe I'll get the nerve up to suggest it!

Oh shit - what if I really did just forget to make the bed one day and wasn't trying to send any signals? Oh well - guess I'd just have to suck it up and take my punishment like a good little wife. Can't have a dominant, take-no-shit hubby if I'm calling all the shots. And maybe it would rub off in other situations - sometimes he asks me to do things, and when I don't get them done and give some excuse, he just accepts it and doesn't fuss at me. Then I feel guilty - I'd feel better if he would put his foot down and spank me when I don't do what I'm supposed to. I am definitely one who needs more motivation and less spoiling! Actually, I have never had a REAL 'you're getting a spanking whether you want one or not because you deserve it' spanking, so I don't really know how I'd react to it. But I'd like to find out! Ok - I'm rambling now as I'm thinking off the top of my head. Fairly sure you don't care to read that, so I'll stop now. Later!

Time Out For Grown Up Brats!

2010-06-03T00:17:00.008-04:00

Now here's one that could really catch on! It was originally advertised on a UK site called Firebox. (Check out the description page on the link. Quite funny.) The Brits are very big on April Fools Day pranks, and Firebox always sends out emails offering weird stuff that doesn't really exist. But I think they are missing out on a good thing here! I bet they could sell lots of these in the spanko world. Maybe get SuperNanny to endorse a whole line of stuff..................

A note on the Brit sense of humor and their April Fools jokes - they actually go to great lengths for these pranks. They advertise them on the BBC. One year it was an announcement that the spaghetti crop had failed that year. Another year it was a beautifully done ad for a documentary on a new discovery - flying penguins. They manage to suck a lot of people in.

And then I found this cartoon that just had to go along with this!

I Must Have An Acrylic Fetish!

2010-06-01T23:43:00.003-04:00

This seems to be a theme for me right now - spanking-related acrylics. I really want to try out this paddle from CANE-IAC - it's called The Timothy. 2" wide, 20" long, and 1/4" thick. It reminds me of a ruler, and I get a rush from those, too. Must be something about the idea of a teacher/student disciplinary episode. I have always liked pictures of spankings with clear acrylic paddles as you can see what is going on as the paddle impacts the bottom. Of course, I don't know why that aspect of it would appeal to me as I want it used on me and I certainly can't see my own butt as it is being spanked! Guess I just hope that that view would be as appealing to my hubby as it is to me. Rulers also represent spontaneity to me - an exasperated husband grabs his bratty wife, bends her over, and paddles her with the first thing he can get his hands on - a ruler off his desk! Fast and furious, hot and stingy.

The Perfect Chair

2010-05-28T11:38:00.003-04:00

I was just zipping around the internet, and something caught my eye (I forget what - my mind jumps around to weird associations and in the end, I can't remember how I got from point A to point B) that eventually got me to thinking about freshly spanked bottoms on display. If you have to do cornertime after you have been spanked, but don't like to stand, wouldn't this be the perfect chair? We would be able to do our time sitting down, and our spanker would still have the benefit of being able to see his handiwork - a flaming red bottom pushed up against that clear surface! And we all know that pressing just-spanked skin against a hard surface helps to hold in all that heat and sting - makes the effects last longer. Must start shopping for this or something similar now.............................

Not Much To Report!

2010-05-07T13:56:00.002-04:00

I'm still around. If there's anyone out there who feels the need to spank me for not being more communicative, applications are being taken! Just kidding. Life has been hectic. Good, but hectic. Hubby has not been up to sexual escapades for a while, and since he connects spanking with sexual activity, well, you do the math. But I'm not unhappy. Funny how that works out. When you're both not in the mood, it's not a problem. It's actually kind of great. So you could say we're taking a break and just happy to be in each others company right now. Of course, summer is almost here, so the mood may strike us anytime now. Hope you all are having a glorious spring!

More fun!

2009-09-08T10:39:00.001-04:00

You can do this right on this page. Just click on the first letter of a word and then click on the last letter. The word will then be crossed off on the list. It doesn't show on the puzzle after you find a word, but you can still hunt for them!

Free Word Search Puzzles Make Your Own Word Search

Have some fun!

2009-09-08T10:12:00.001-04:00

Don't Miss Out.........

2009-08-26T10:49:00.006-04:00

Just a reminder - check out the two books on the left side of my page! These are truly amazing. For anyone in (or who wants to be in) a Domestic Discipline relationship, these should be read start to finish - and then read again. I learned a lot from them, and hubby did too. I had almost given up hope that this lifestyle would ever become a reality. You see, hubby is a spanko really only interested in the sexual type of spanking. I crave the discipline side. We were butting heads because he didn't want to punish me, and I had dug in my heels and decided that if I wasn't going to get what I needed, then screw it, I just wasn't interested in any of it. Then these books came along. Hubby has read How To Give A Spanking - found it most enlightening! No, it's not an instant fix, but it sure opened the lines of communication and helped him see what it means for me and what's in it for him. I was then able to explain to him that if I were getting what I needed on the discipline side, I would probably be more receptive to the other types also (a true example of 'what's good for the goose is REALLY good for the gander'!). That seemed to spark his interest quite a bit! (Also told him his male friends - spanko or not - would ask him what was wrong with him if he told them he had a wife who was willing to be spanked for bad behavior but he didn't want to do it - LOL!) The hardest part of all this seems to be starting the conversation. These books will help you do that, and then give you lots of guidelines on where it can go from there. Can't recommend them enough - just click on the link on the top left for the Variant website and check them out!

Also, I had posted earlier that my spanking the other night didn't go well and you asked why. He waited 14 hours after telling me I was getting the spanking (and wondered why I didn't eat a bite of food all day!), and then it was a five minute, over the edge of the bed spanking (during which he was chuckling!), followed by him saying good night and going to bed. Ugh. The 14 hour wait was agony, not only because of the anticipation, but also because I began to think he wasn't going to follow through. Then he chuckles during it, when what I really needed was a bit of a telling off. And to top it all off, being dismissed after 5 minutes and him going to bed did not make me feel like he was giving it (or me) the serious attention it needed. Yes, I wanted the lecture, the being put in a corner to think about it. I certainly didn't want to be the one last chore of the day before he went to bed - I felt somewhat abandoned. So anyway, after he read the above mentioned book and we started talking, I was able to explain all this to him. Hopefully, they will get better from here.

The Cutest Heart Shaped Bottom!

2009-08-24T10:18:00.003-04:00

These two videos get major points for realism. The spanking isn't abusive, but it's good and hard, and her reaction is perfect - I don't think she is acting! Pushes a lot of my buttons! What do you think?

Yes please!

2009-08-24T09:59:00.002-04:00

Ahhhh - this has it all. The lecture, the spanking, the cornertime as he sits nonchalantly reading his newspaper when he's done. Many a spanking fantasy have gone this route.............

Spanking on the horizon................

2009-08-21T15:14:00.002-04:00

Well, I goofed up big time yesterday. Hubby came home from work and wanted to talk about some things that I was just not in the mood to discuss. Topics are not important - the bad thing is that I threw a bit of a temper tantrum and then sulked. All evening. Hubby went to bed and I sulked some more. Then I started feeling guilty. So before I went to bed, I made him a card and left it on his dresser. It said 'I'm sorry. I behaved like a real brat yesterday. I'd feel better if you would just give me a good old fashioned spanking. Wouldn't you?'. Didn't sleep well at all and finally gave up at 6am. Went downstairs and hubby finally came down around 8am. He laid the card in front of me and said, 'I agree! We have a date later today!'. So now he is out in the yard doing yard work and I'm here on pins and needles. Don't know when, don't know how. But I suspect I may be sitting carefully by this evening!

Facebook for Spankos!

2009-08-20T16:38:00.001-04:00

Why had I never heard of this? www.spankolife.com Check it out! I've signed up - you'll find me there as Leigh.

DD (As I Wish It Was) - a story

2009-08-19T13:12:00.003-04:00

Hi all! Well, the imagination has taken off again (finally!) so I scribbled out a story. Usual theme. Hope you enjoy it. Also, be sure to check out my post from earlier today (OMG! - below). Reading these books renewed my hope that this lifestyle is possible and inspired the story! All comments appreciated.

DD (As I Wish It Was)

Leigh had only been home a few moments. Her husband, Mark, had gotten there about 15 minutes before her. As she came in from the garage and entered the kitchen, she saw Mark standing there, hands on hips, a look of aggravation on his face. She looked around and saw the reason for his consternation. The sink was full of dirty dishes, the floor hadn’t been swept, and there was general crap all over the table. ‘Leigh, what is the meaning of this?’ Mark inquired. She fluttered her hands in a dismissive manner. ‘I haven’t had time to clean up. You know I had errands to run today.’ ‘This isn’t the only mess, young lady. The bed hasn’t been made either. Now, what time did you leave today?’ Leigh looked down. ‘About 11:00,’ she murmured. ‘And you couldn’t find 30 minutes before you left to get your chores done?’ Mark growled. Leigh opened her mouth to blurt out an excuse, any excuse, but Mark stopped her with a wave of his hand. ‘Don’t even try it. There is no excuse for this. You know the agreement – upstairs, panties down, and in the corner. I’ll be up to deal with you in few minutes.’

Leigh debated arguing with him, but decided her best option was to do as she was told. She turned and fled the room, racing up the stairs to the bedroom. Going to the corner, she shoved her pants and panties down to her knees, put her hands on her head, and stuck her nose to the wall. ‘It’s your own fault,’ she sniffed to herself. ‘You asked for a disciplinary relationship, and even helped set the guidelines. But I don’t want a spanking!’ She almost wailed that last sentence out loud when she heard Mark approaching her from behind. But part of the rules she had agreed to was not arguing when she had a spanking coming. She steeled herself for the coming lecture.

‘Young lady, you know that you have very few rules that we have set. One of them is simple housework. You know as well as I do that I don’t expect a spotless house. But I do like a clean kitchen to cook in and a nicely made bed to crawl into after a hard day. You had plenty of time to accomplish both those things this morning before you left and you chose not to. Therefore, you are going to be punished. First, you are going to come make this bed. Then you are going to bend over it for a paddling. Then you will go downstairs and clean up the kitchen, followed by another paddling over the kitchen table. You will then sit down and write 100 times, ‘I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished’. To finish off, you will go over my knee and read me those lines, each one followed by a swat from the hairbrush. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes sir,’ Leigh whispered. She turned and reached down to pull up her pants as she left the corner. ‘Leave those down!’ Mark ordered. ‘I want that bottom where I can see it!’ Leigh flushed with embarrassment but did as she was told, shuffling awkwardly around the room as she made the bed.

When she was done, Mark placed three pillows in a stack on the side of the bed. ‘Over you go,’ he instructed. Leigh moaned but placed herself in position. Her toes touched the floor and her bottom was offered up to her husband. He wasted no time in obtaining the Lexan paddle and applying it forcefully to her rounded backside. Within three strokes, Leigh was yelping and twisting, dancing on her toes as she tried to wiggle away from the stinging smacks. But Mark ignored her protests and laid on 25 hard swats. Leigh was howling when he laid down the paddle.

‘Now, downstairs. Get busy on that kitchen. I’m right behind you!’ Leigh struggled to her feet and scurried out of the room and down the steps the best she could with her pants around her knees. Dignity was no longer an option – she just wanted to stay far enough ahead of him so that she was out of reach of the occasional smack. She began loading the dishwasher, her face burning as she realized that every time she bent down, her bare bottom was poked out, in full view of and on offer to her husband. After clearing off all the counters and tabletop and wiping them down, she grabbed the broom and did her best to sweep up in spite of her restraining attire. As soon as she had put the broom away, Mark had her by the arm and was guiding her to the now-clean table. ‘Lean over and grab the other side, please. And do not let go!’ As it turned out, their round kitchen table was just the right size where Leigh could lean across it, on tiptoes, and her thighs rested against one side while her fully outstretched hands could just grab the opposite edge. This tightly stretched position meant that she had no leeway to arch her upper body upward to try to twist away. She also knew that if she let go to try and reach back to protect her bottom, she would just make it worse for herself. Resting her face on the hard surface, she awaited her fate.

Mark soon proved to her that her laziness was not to be tolerated. Picking up a wooden spoon, he applied another 25 stinging smacks to Leigh’s still-red backside. By swat two, she was yelping. By number ten, she was bouncing up and down on her toes, wiggling her backside in a vain attempt to avoid the swats. When Mark finally finished the barrage, she was collapsed over the table, sobbing and hiccupping out promises to be a good girl in the future. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, rubbing her hot bottom as she lay there. But he was determined to teach her a lesson, and knew he could not back down on the full scope of her promised punishment. He helped her stand, and then directed her to sit down on the hard wooden chair. Leigh winced as her throbbing bottom hit the cold solid seat. Mark fetched a note pad and pen, placing them in front of his wife. ‘Write!’ he ordered, and then left the room.

Leigh sighed and picked up the pen. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of her pen as she wrote. Between the monotony of the writing, the sting of her bare bottom on the unforgiving chair, and the cramps that started in her hand around sentence 33, it was not a pleasant experience, nor one she wanted to repeat anytime soon. The knowledge that she still had one more spanking coming did not make it any easier. When sentence 100 was finally written, she slowly rose from her chair and shuffled into the living room, where Mark was sitting on the couch, watching the news and waiting for her. Head hanging, she held out the sheaf of papers to him for his inspection. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dreaded hairbrush lying next to him, and she shuddered. Mark ignored this as he scanned the pages. After what seemed an eternity, he motioned for Leigh to place herself over his lap.

Shuffling to his side, she draped herself over his knees. He positioned her so that her feet were on the floor and her upper body was resting on the couch beside him. ‘Up on your elbows, young lady,’ he told her. When she had raised her upper body off the couch, he slid the papers under her nose. ‘You will read the number of the sentence, and then the sentence. After each one, you will receive a swat. You will wait for that swat before reading the next sentence. Got it?’ Leigh just nodded miserably. ‘Good. Read!’

In a trembling voice, Leigh read out ‘One. I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished.’ CRACK! The hairbrush flattened one bottom cheek. ‘TWO! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ SMACK! ‘OW! THREE! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ This continued as Leigh alternately screeched and read lines, the time between each sentence growing as she howled longer after each swat. When number 100 was finally reached, she was a sobbing mess, the last sentence barely more than a whisper as she croaked it out, but finding her voice for one last loud howl as the last sizzling swat of the brush was applied. She collapsed over his lap, papers pushed aside as she cried into the cushion. Mark laid the brush aside and gently massaged her burning bottom, giving her time to compose herself. When she had calmed down, he eased her upright and cuddled her on his lap as she clung to him and babbled apologies and promises to be a good girl in the future into his chest. His worries about their chosen lifestyle vanished when she finally looked up at him and said simply, ‘Thank you, darling. I love you.’

OMG!

2009-08-18T22:58:00.006-04:00

Ok, for anyone else who has been frustrated in trying to get their hubby/boyfriend into this 'lifestyle', I have found the most incredible ebooks! The first one came out and I purchased it. It's called How To Get The Spanking You Want: The Complete Guide To Asking For It, Getting It & Making It Better. Blew me away! Well written, lots of information. I've been mulling it over in my brain for a while. Then the second book came out - How To Give A Spanking: Advice From The Receiving End. I got it tonight and read it straight through. Made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up - felt like she had written this book about me! Everything I have been trying to say to my husband for the last seven years (and failing miserably) is in this book! It's not about technique - it's about the emotional needs we have, why it is so important to us, our expectations, why our expectations are different from our partners, what our partner will gain from it, etc. After I read it, I screwed up my nerve and emailed it to hubby, asking him to read it. (Not illegal sharing - his laptop is two feet away from mine!) They are so good, I've placed links to them on the left hand side of my blog. Please - take a look (click on the text link above the pictures). I don't normally go in for advertising here, but I really wanted to share these with you. I know some of you are in the same boat as I am and these books contain the best information I've ever seen. I hope they'll be as helpful to you as I hope they will be to me. (And they offer a money back guarantee, so what do you have to lose?!)

Spoke too soon!

2009-08-18T20:53:00.002-04:00

Hey - 2 postings from me in two days! Aren't I good? Anyway, yesterday, we were in the grocery store and hubby asked what I wanted for dinner. Feeling rather feisty, I muttered, 'If I said a rump roast, would you still think I was talking about dinner?' He chuckled, and we went on about our business.

Later that evening, as we were relaxing on the back porch, he stood and announced his plans for the evening. 'I'm going to take a soak in the hot tub, and then I'm dragging you upstairs.' 'What for?' I asked, trying not to smirk. 'I'm going to spank your bottom.' And then he nonchalantly hopped into the hot tub. When he was done, he dried off and then hovered around waiting for me to stop tapping on my keyboard. I admit I went on for a little longer than necessary! I stopped, he grabbed my wrist, and away we went! Pillows were piled at the side of the bed, I was tossed over them, panties were yanked down, a bottom was turned red, and .... (I'll stop there. This isn't that kind of blog.)

So yes, I finally got a spanking. For the first time in a long while. Don't know how long it will be until the next one, but I'm ever hopeful. When I ever get one without having to ask for it, I will be overjoyed!

We're in a vanilla rut.........

2009-08-16T13:07:00.002-04:00

*Sigh* What can I say to excuse the fact that I haven't been posting? Well, it could be that I have nothing to post about! Hubby and I seem to be in this all-encompassing huge vanilla rut right now, and I don't know how to pull out of it. Not so much as a pat on the butt for months now. You get to the point where if you have to ask for it, you don't want it. Know what I mean?

I really need a caveman right now. Drag me to the chair, throw me over your knee, hold me down, and spank til I kick and holler! To use one of my favorite phrases - spank the crank out of me. I sure named this blog correctly - LOL! But maybe since I'm at least back here, maybe that means I'm in the mood to start pursuing the issue again. Any suggestions?

The Lexan Paddle

2009-06-16T13:43:00.002-04:00

Wow - my fantasy spanking! A real discipline paddling with my favorite implement... owie owie owie! You'll find yourself counting as he paddles - and he is pretty much right on the money.

Turn. Your. Speakers. Down.

2009-06-15T23:26:00.001-04:00

Seriously. I'm not kidding. Waaaaayyyyyy down. She's a screamer. Like I've never heard before. Nice spanking, though.

Nice Handspanking!

2009-06-11T18:03:00.000-04:00

MamaSan Knows How To Spank!

2009-06-10T22:33:00.000-04:00

Lovely Impact Shot!

2009-06-10T18:44:00.002-04:00

I just love pictures like these!

Story Time!

2009-06-10T01:22:00.002-04:00

Ok, just my kinky mind running amuck today! I just let it roam when it gets going. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I haven't been spanked in a LONG time? So my brain is really focused on my BUTT? Maybe some of you will like it.

TOY TIME

Leigh was engrossed in a game of Canasta on her laptop, and didn't hear at first when her husband came up behind her. 'Leigh,' he said sharply. Leigh jumped and turned slightly, her eyes still on the screen as she answered him. 'You startled me! What do you want?' 'I want you to Google something for me,' Mark replied. Leigh sighed dramatically. 'Can't it wait?' she whined. 'I'm in the middle of a game.' 'The game can wait. I want you to look something up right now,' Mark ordered. Leigh turned slowly to look at him, surprised by his tone. 'Ooooh-kayyyyyyyyy, if you insist. Geez!' Closing the window on her game, she pulled up the search engine. Her hands hovered over the keyboard. 'Shoot.'

Mark began to dictate. 'What happens to...' Leigh gave a small snort and typed. This sounded SO important! Mark continued. '... naughty girls who play with..' Uh-oh. This wasn't sounding good. Leigh tentatively typed in the words. But the rest of the sentence made her freeze in her chair. '...butt plugs without permission.' She jerked her hands back from the keyboard, her fists clutched at her throat and her eyes wide with shock. 'Type it!' Mark barked. Leigh lowered her shaking hands, typed the rest of the sentence, and hit return. Two pairs of eyes watched the screen for the results. 'Well?' said Mark.

'Um, it's, well, it's kind of a strange.. um.. query,' stammered Leigh. 'There...uh...aren't really any... close matches!''I'm not surprised,' Mark growled. 'Maybe that explains why you did it without thinking about the consequenses. Your precious internet didn't tell you not to!' 'Did what?' Leigh squeaked feebly as she squirmed in her chair. Mark chuckled. 'Don't even try it young lady. That very squirming is what gave you away. I've watched you shifting around in your seat all evening, so I did a little checking. Sure enough, your favorite butt plug is not where it belongs, That means it can only be one other place. Am I correct?'

Leigh slumped in her chair. 'Yes sir,' she mumbled. 'Just as I thought,' said Mark. 'You know the rules about that kind of play. What did I tell you last time you would happen if you did it again?' Leigh's stomach did a flip. 'You said I would be punished,' she whispered. 'Well, at least you got that part right,' Mark said drily. 'Now, for the benefit of other naughty girls out there who don't know any better, you are going to help them out. By tomorrow, if anyone searches for that question, they are going to find an answer. Go to your blog, please.' Leigh wasn't sure what was coming, but she knew better than to argue. She opened her blog.

'Start a new entry, please,' Mark ordered. 'Yes sir,' said Leigh. 'Uh uh uh,' Mark corrected her. 'You have been a naughty little girl, and you will respond as such.' Leigh sucked in her breath before responding. 'Yes Daddy,' she finally choked out. She clicked on Create New Entry. 'In the subject box, type exactly what I had you search for,' Mark instructed. Leigh took a deep breath and then began to type. 'What happens to naughty girls who play with butt plugs without permission?' The words on the screen filled her with dread. But Mark was showing no mercy. 'Good,' he said. 'Now, I want you to start with what you have done and how you were
discovered. You are going to describe your punishment so you can help save some other poor naughty girl from your fate. For starters, you can tell them that you are going to have your pants pulled down and be bent over so I can inspect your naughty deed, then you will get a hand spanking followed by 30 minutes in the corner with your bare bottom on display. I want details, and oh, you had better put in anything else I might find on inspection, or there will be more trouble. Now get busy!' He left her in her misery, and Leigh began to type.

"Dear Readers,

Well, this evening has taken a bad turn. I was a very naughty girl. Earlier this evening, I decided to play with my favorite butt plug. I put it in my bottom, and left it there. Normally, this is ok, but today I did it without my Daddy's permission. (When I am a naughty little girl, I have to answer to my Daddy.) I was sitting here playing games on my computer, and Daddy noticed I was squirming around in my chair. He went to check and found out that my butt plug wasn't in the drawer where it belongs, so he figured out where it must be. He demanded to know where it was, so I had to confess. Now, I'm going to be punished, and I have to post it all here for you to see.

Daddy said that he is going to pull down my pants and bend me over so he can see for sure what I have done. Then he is going to spank me with his hand. I don't know for how long. I guess I'll have to tell you afterwards. Then I have to stand in the corner with my bare bottom showing. *sigh* I'll be back later, I suppose. Oh, and I'm supposed to put down anything else he might find
when he inspects me. I know my panties are all wet, so I guess I'll be in trouble for that too."

Leigh was waiting with her hands in her lap and her head down when Mark returned. He read what she had typed. 'I see,' he said. 'All right, young lady. Stand up!' Leigh rose to her feet. Mark took her by the arm and pulled her away from the table. Ignoring her groans of protest, he quickly pulled her shorts and panties to her knees. 'Bend over!' Leigh slowly did as she was told. She gave a small yelp as he first pulled her cheeks apart and wiggled the plug where it snugly sat, and then slipped his hand between her thighs. She clutched involuntarily as his fingers probed at her wet crotch. 'Just as I suspected!' he exclaimed. 'Naughty, and enjoying it a bit too much!'

Standing her up, Mark led Leigh over to the sofa, sat down, and pulled her across his knees. Holding her tightly, he spanked her bare bottom, hard and fast, until it was red and hot and she was kicking and hollering. When he was done, he stood her up and walked her over to the corner. Putting her nose to the wall, he ordered her to stay put until he told her to come out. When the
time was up, she was led back to her computer. 'Type about what you have gotten so far, and tell them that next you are getting paddled for being wet!' was all he said. Leigh tried to find a comfortable position on her sore bottom, and began to type.

"I'm back. I'm sitting on a red sore bare bototm, dear readers, as I type this. Daddy made me stand up, and he pulled down my pants and panties. Then he made me bend over, and he pulled my bottom cheeks apart so he could see the plug. He wiggled it a bit - I know he did that just to make me jump! Then - oooh, I can't believe I have to confess this to you - he slipped his hand between my legs and stuck his fingers - - in there. I was all wet, just like I told you I would be, so I'm going to be paddled next for that.

Anyway, after all that, he took me to the couch and made me lay over his knees. He put one arm around my waist, and started spanking my bottom with his hand. Really hard and fast right from the start, too! I didn't even get a warm up! His hand really hurts. I tried to hold still, but after a while, I put my hand back to cover my bottom, even though I know I'm not supposed to. He
just grabbed it and pinned it to my back. It felt like he spanked for hours, but Daddy said it was only for five minutes. I was kicking and hollering before it was over, but I swear that just made him spank harder!

When it was finally over, he stood me up and took me to the corner. I had to stand there with my nose to the wall for 30 minutes! It was hard not to rub my bottom since it was hot and throbbing, but I know I'm not allowed to do that. It was awful knowing that he was behind me staring at my red backside. He finally let me out and I had to come here and type this. I guess I'll be back after my paddling. I may have to type standing up!"

Mark returned just as Leigh finished. He quickly scanned what she had typed. 'Oh, so I just wiggled the plug to make you jump, did I? We'll see about making you jump!' Leigh gulped. When was she going to learn to keep her mouth shut? Before she could reply, she was hauled to her feet. Mark led her to the chair he had placed in the middle of the room. 'Bend over the back of the chair, young lady, and hold on to the seat.' Leigh hesitated only a moment when she saw the paddle laying on the chair. Taking a deep breath, she got into position and closed her eyes as Mark picked up the wooden implement. The first *smack* of the paddle sent that same
breath whooshing out of her. Over and over, the paddle arched in an upswing that met the underside of the fullest part of her cheeks, flattening them as it lifted her to her toes. She danced from foot to foot as the wood connected with her bottom, each impact driving home the butt plug that was still in place, and now not nearly so enjoyable. She howled and grunted with each crack
of the solid device. By the time Mark had given her 20 solid strokes, her bottom was swollen and felt like it was on fire.

Leaving her with orders to stay in place, Mark gave her a few moments to compose herself. On his return, she squealed at first when he gently pulled apart her cheeks, then sighed in relief as he eased the plug from her hole. But her gratitude soon turned to dismay. 'Ok, little girl, now here is something to really make you jump!' She drummed her feet on the floor as his new little
surprise was introduced into her bottom, and gasped as the intruder grew inside her to stretch and fill her already sore backside! Mark then sent her back to the corner to contemplate her next update. She wiggled and bounced in place until he directed her to go to her computer.

"Ow ow ow, readers, is all I can say! My bottom hurts so much - sitting down is not easy. If you only knew. But, I guess you will know in a few moments, won't you? Well, my comment on here about him wiggling my plug just to make me jump did not please Daddy. I'm very sorry, Daddy, I'll watch my mouth from now on. I had to bend over the back of a chair, and Daddy swatted me 20 times with the wooden paddle - hard! Every one of the smacks was on the underside of both cheeks - right on the part I sit on! My bottom is so swollen it feels like it is going to explode. But not just from the spanking!

After Daddy was done paddling me, he took out the butt plug. I was so relieved - but not for long. Turns out the paddling was just for being wet. Daddy still wanted to punish me for that 'jump' remark I made earlier. He pulled my cheeks apart again, and put in another plug! This one is bigger - and inflatable! He pumped it up a couple of times, and then I really did jump! I had to go to the corner again for another 30 minutes, and Daddy pumped the plug one more time while I was there. It really stretches my bottom and makes me feel so full. When my cornertime was over, Daddy pumped me up two more times, and then made me come in here to sit and
type! Oooohhhhh, it is so hard to sit here on a swollen full bottom. I will never play with my toys again without permission! Uh-oh, Daddy is calling me to come to him one more time. This can't be good."

"*Sniff* I was right. It wasn't good. Daddy wanted to give me the rest of my punishment. Turns out that while I was in the corner, he discovered that I have smoked almost a whole pack of cigarettes today, when I am supposed to be cutting back. Twelve licks of the belt, finished off with a dose of the hairbrush until I cried (for real) and promised to be good. Now my bottom is swollen, hot, full, AND stingy! And now, I have to sit on my sore bottom and type 50 sentences for you. Daddy says if you see any mistakes (I'm not allowed to cut and paste, either), let him know and he will spank me again. So here you go.

1. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
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That's all for now, dear readers. Daddy is going to take out my plug and then I have to go to bed. No more computer this evening for naughty girls. Good night."

Where Have I Been?

2009-04-07T21:44:00.002-04:00

Yes, it's me. No, I'm not reaching out from the grave. Life has changed drastically since I was last here. We no longer live in England! Woo-hoo! Yippee! I am finally back home in my beloved USA - with my hubby, which makes it all the better. We finally got his green card, and in December of 2008, we moved back. Back to Ohio, which is not the Florida we originally planned on, but sometimes you just have to go where life takes you and see what happens. I haven't lived in Ohio in almost 30 years, but it's nice to be back around family. Of course, it's weird weather - snowed here all day today! Don't care though. It will be nice again soon enough. Hubby is still looking for a job (like millions of others), but I have faith that something will come up soon. He is fantastic, talented and devoted - all traits that any company would be lucky to have. I know I am! So sorry I haven't been around much. I'll try to do better!

I'm Going To Be Paying For A While..............

2008-08-17T17:35:00.004-04:00

Oh man - what a weekend! Where to start?

Friday - One gold medal. But hubby was tired that night and besides, we were on the phone all evening with relatives to give them the news about our visa interview. So a rain check was written for that night.

Saturday - 9 freakin' medals - 4 gold, 1 silver, 4 bronze. And I got smart earlier and said they would take six in one day. How optimistic of me! But that night, I wasn't feeling well so we put it off for another night.

Sunday - another 8 medals. All right, I want to see some drug testing and I want to see it now! 4 gold, 3 silver, 1 bronze. Tonight, there was no getting out of it. I got a spanking, followed by 6 cracks of the riding crop. But better that than the cane! So a gold and a bronze paid for.

We have agreed that I will continue to pay off all the medals until they are all accounted for - I'll still be working on this list when the next Olympics rolls around! Only 8 gold, 4 silver, and 4 bronze to go - so far! So I have a message for the British team. In theatre, we tell people to break a leg as it is bad luck to wish someone good luck. Therefore, to the Brits I say - good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck! And just to be on the safe side - break a leg while you're at it!

By the way - congrats to Canada! 7 medals - woo-hoo!
I also have to say - as much as I am rooting for the USA, and as much as I wanted Michael Phelps to get his 8 golds, I don't think he won that 7th one. Anyone else think that? I need to see some more good photos of that slow motion finish before I am convinced that he beat Cavic in the 100M Butterfly. Even the commentators over here were screaming that there was a mistake and there was no way Phelps won. Just my opinion.

Britain Wins 9 Medals In One Day......

2008-08-16T18:01:00.001-04:00

Ssssshhhhhhhhhh! I'm hiding..........................

How I Feel Today..............

2008-08-15T05:22:00.004-04:00

The woman in this video looks like how I feel today! Picture me dancing around the living room! We got the letter from the US Embassy today - hubby finally has his interview date for his green card! Three weeks from now! We'll be back in the States by October! Excuse all the exclamation points! I'm - we're - going home! Yippee! I'm so excited.......!

P.S. On the other news, Britian got a gold medal today, so I'll have to pay for that later. But I'm in such a good mood, I don't care!

A Day Off!

2008-08-14T11:42:00.003-04:00

Aw gee - England did not win one single medal of any color or description today! Woo-hoo! My butt gets a day of vacation. And I feel fairly confident saying that now as it is now 11:30pm in China, and unless they have vampires on the teams, I don't think there will be any more medals won today. (Doing the happy dance instead of the ouchie one.)

Would you believe, when I gave hubby this piece of news, his response was, 'Well, I guess I could use a night off'. .... Ex-CUSE ME? HE could use a night off?! Doesn't that just prove the point I made in an earlier post about whiny tops complaining that their hands hurt or their arms are tired?! HA! If he thinks he's getting any sympathy from me, he's barking up the wrong bottom. I think this evening I may just have to wiggle my backside at him every chance I get, and just when he is ready to grab it, remind him that it's his 'night off', so hands off! LOL! Sorry folks, but at 9:30pm tonight, I will sitting on my butt, not waving it in the air, and happily watching Big Brother from the safety of my couch. (I'm taking any chance I get to gloat because I know, at least one day in the next week and a half, England is going to get a surge in energy and snap up half a dozen medals in one day.) And to those of you who are rooting for England to win, I have just one word - ppppppffffffftttttttttt!

ROFLMAO!

2008-08-13T16:57:00.003-04:00

I just got a message on my guestbook saying, 'It's 4:39pm. Is the ab toner in use?' I love it! Nice to know people are reading my blog! No, dear, no ab toner tonight. But I did get bent over the side of the bed, panties pulled down, spanked until I squealed, and then 20 swats with the lucite paddle, the one with the holes in it. OWWWWW! Thank you ever so much, Team GB, for that silver medal in the women's timed cycling trials. Dear god - we haven't even gotten to the track and field or rowing finals yet, and I know the Brits are favored for medals in a lot of those. I'm in BIG trouble!

We did agree tonight that medals in boxing don't count as neither one of us will recognize that barbarian, morally reprehensible practice as a sport. If you walked up to a guy in a pub and punched him, you'd end up in jail. It's assault and it's not a sport - it's senseless brutality. People win by beating the crap out of the other guy. So caveman and primitive - haven't we evolved past that? Bullies with way too much testosterone and a chip on their shoulder. But since they consent to it, it's ok? So that begs the question - I give my consent to be spanked, so why could they still jail my hubby for it? Where's the fairness in that? Ok, that's my rant for the night. Just my opinion, and I'll stick by it.

Daily Olympic Count

2008-08-12T06:39:00.007-04:00

Well, it's now after 6PM in China, so hopefully all the medals that are going to be won today have been. At least I pray they have. Britain got a silver today - in canoeing (now that's interesting - my spellcheck wanted to change that word to caning!). You know, I think I should have negotiated a lesser penalty for 'Events That Nobody Gives A Rat's *ss About'! Dumb me - popular event, obscure event, I get the same sore butt. LOL! Not complaining though (well, not really). I'm just curious to see who has the stamina to last out the whole two weeks of the Games - hubby or me! We know how these tops can whine about how sore their hands get and how tired their arms are - awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Luckily, no cane tonight as my butt is still a bit tender after last night's 6 strokes. Not overly painful - just that warm burn when you sit down. Lovely................................. I get the feeling that that will change by about 10pm tonight! Words of encouragement from my readers are always appreciated.

P.S. Damn - spoke too soon. The horsey set just pulled off a bronze in the Team Horse Jumping. Oh well - at least it isn't a gold!
P.S.S. And another bronze! What are these Brits trying to do to me?

UPDATE: The debt is paid for another night. Bent over the bed for a handspanking on the bare. I think he went kind of easy on me as I had 3 medals to pay for. But he still has a hard hand! After that, it was 20 swats with the leather paddle. Owwwwww! Those had my feet dancing all over the floor! Then a bit more spanking until he decided I had paid an appropriate price. And I have these lycra stretchy panties on so when he pulled them back up, all that heat got trapped inside. Wow - lots of warmth. (Ladies, if you want to feel the heat, I highly recommend lycra-type panties. They don't breathe like cotton so they hold everything in!) But I also got a bit of a treat. Before the panties came back up, I got a lovely back and butt massage, all up and down my body. Yummmmmmm...... That was worth the spanking and the paddling!
I do think I've created a monster, though. Tonight he asked if this agreement extended through the Paralympics, which are on right after the Olympics! I said NO! LOL!

On a more contemplative note - those of you who read my blog know that I have always had an interest in the domestic discipline side of spanking (duh), while my husband leans more toward the use of spanking as foreplay. He couldn't grasp 'punishing' me, as any time he spanked me, he would then immediately want sex (which is fine - not complaining - thank god my fat butt turns him on!). Just could not separate spanking from sex. I think this whole challenge for the two weeks of the Games is having the unexpected effect of helping him to do just that! The first couple of nights, of course it ended with sex. But tonight, the third night in a row, was a bit much for either of us in that department so he was quite happy to just spank me and then say goodnight. So maybe over the next couple of weeks he might come to see and enjoy the merits of spanking for its own sake. This could be a very good step in the right direction!

Damn Brits

2008-08-11T17:08:00.002-04:00

Well, another gold and a bronze medal today for the Brits! So at 9:30 tonight, I got told to go to the bedroom and get in position. Kind of an odd feeling to just go into the room, throw yourself over some pillows on the bed, and await your fate. For the bronze medal, I got a long handspanking, first over the panties and then on the bare. My hubby has a hard hand! Then it was on to the gold medal. We agreed to a warm up before the cane, so I thought the spanking for the bronze would be enough of a warm up. No! Hubby decided I needed a bit more warming up, so I got a few with the paddle too. Not fair! Then it was 6 strokes of the cane. Ye-ouch! At least he did let me request that he use the light nursery cane instead of the senior cane. (Nursery, senior - yes, they have weird classifications for their canes over here.) I don't ever want that senior one - it is thick and thuddy! At least the other one is just more stingy. So now we will have to wait and see what the Brits do tomorrow. Maybe they'll give me a reprieve and have a bad day. Come on anybody but England!

Hubby is definitely enjoying this. Afterwards, he asked if this same arrangement was going to apply to the Winter Olympics in 2010! I think we have flicked his spanking switch...........

Crap!

2008-08-10T06:54:00.002-04:00

England just got a gold medal in women's cycling. My husband is snickering. Guess we know what is happening in our house tonight. Couldn't England have started out with a bronze so I could ease into this!?

UPDATE: 10PM. At 9:30 on the dot, I was informed that I had an appointment and taken to the bedroom. He had placed our inflatable ab toner (those wedge-shaped things) across the bed and a step stool beside the bed. I had to step up on the stool and lay over the ab toner. My panties quickly hit the floor and he started the warm-up spanking. That lasted for a few minutes until he decided I was red enough. Six strokes of the cane were next as he sang the praises of Ms. Cook (the cyclist who won the gold medal). I have to say, I think the warm-up hurt more than the cane, but only because he took it easy on me since I'm not used to the cane. We then made further use of my position over the ab toner, but this isn't that kind of blog! Now, can we please all hope that if England gets any more medals tomorrow, they are of the silver or bronze variety so I can get a little recovery time? Better yet, give 'em all to some poor country that never wins anything!

Safe so far...............

2008-08-09T13:50:00.003-04:00

Whew! Britain didn't win any medals today! But I have to tell you - setting up this wagering system has had some interesting effects.......

The TV has been on all day, tuned to the Games. Hubby, who never watches this kind of stuff, has been glued to the set any time England is competing. We also don't mention spanking in the usual course of conversation. Well, today it has been the main topic! He has had great fun telling me, 'Your butt has just been saved! England just got knocked out of the running for a medal in (name of event here)'. He is also highly amused by my style of cheering for the athletes. Usually, I'm yelling at the TV, 'Go USA!'. Now, it's 'Go anybody but England!'. Earlier, he was even talking to the TV, telling the British team to 'Get motivated, boys!' We have a chart made up so we can keep track of any medals that England wins and check off that I have paid my 'penalty'.

So we are definitely having fun. He is actually enjoying the Olympics and there is a lot of teasing and threatening going on regarding what my butt is in for. It's really been an icebreaker.

Spanking For England

2008-08-08T18:20:00.004-04:00

(Yeah, right. London. 2012. Talk about a cluster fu....... Never mind - that's for another post.)

Oh, dear reader, I fear that I have really gone and stepped in it this time! Wait a minute - who am I trying to kid? I jumped right into it with both feet. What, you may ask, is IT? Shall I explain?

As you know, I am a huge fan of the Olympics. So while watching the Opening Ceremonies today, a thought came to me. I've been trying to find a way to jump start our spanking life. What if I were to make a game of the Games? I, of course, am cheering for the good old USA. So I thought some more, and finally hatched my plan.

I waited this evening until we had eaten dinner and were just being couch potatoes. Finally, I screwed up my nerve and asked hubby what he thought about making the next 16 days of the Games more interesting. He replied with a cocked eyebrow and a 'Go on............' I plunged in. Choosing my words carefully, I suggested that we could set 'penalties' that I would have to pay every time England won a medal. He wanted to know if that only applied to gold medals or if we were talking all medals. *Gulp* Apparently, he was warming to the idea!

I agreed that it could be for all medals. Yes, I did my research before suggesting this harebrained scheme. In 2004, England took 30 medals - 9 gold, 9 silver, and 12 bronze. Figured they weren't going to do any better than that and I could handle that much. Surely for the good of our spanking future I could make the sacrifice!

He next asked what sort of penalties I had in mind. Well, of course I had already thought that through, but I wanted him to get invested in the process, so I asked him what he thought they should be. Amazingly, he came up with pretty much what I had thought of! The following is what we settled on: a timed hand-spanking for bronze medals, a warm-up followed by 20 whacks with the implement of his choice excluding the cane or crop for silver, and a warm-up followed by 6 strokes of the cane or the crop for gold. He decided that I would check the medal standings every day at the same time for any British medals won in the previous 24 hours, and at 9:30 each evening, I would pay my penalties. Payments are limited to 3 per night (like England is going to win more than 3 medals in any one day!); more than that can be carried over to the next day. I also get a break between each penalty, probably to be spent as cornertime.

After that was settled, hubby was in a spanking mood so I was dragged off to the bedroom to pay the piper for another incident earlier today. You see, we had dentist appointments today. I have a terrible phobia about dentists. I have also gone like a good girl to every appointment for the last six years that I have lived here. Well, today it wasn't happening. We headed for the office and I just started to freak out. Nothing major, just racing heartbeat and feeling very anxious. Very strange - it simply is not in my nature to flip out like that. I finally told hubby that I couldn't do it - I was just not in the mood for anyone to be poking around in my mouth today. He laughed and said it was ok to chicken out. He also made the comment that he was going to smack my bum, to which I replied that I didn't care! Then he knew I was serious - I was willing to skip an appointment that we would still have to pay for since we cancelled at the last minute, and I never do anything like that. So he went in for his check-up while I stayed in the car. Would you believe - our dentist is really such a nice man, he wouldn't let us pay for my appointment! He said he understood, and he knew that I was very phobic about him in the first place (the first time we met, I told him I had a simple philosophy about dentists - you hurt me, I hurt you back), so he let it go. I felt much better about it after knowing that and figured I was off the hook. No such luck! Sitting here now on a warm backside as I type.

So what do you think of our Olympic spankings? Have I gotten myself into the deep stuff at the far end of the pond? Whatever - for the next couple of weeks, any time England wins a medal, think of me at 9:30pm GMT (4:30PM ET) and the fact that I am taking a spanking for England! And let's all pray that the British athletes are not having a banner year!

For once, England is first!

2008-08-08T06:28:00.006-04:00

Oh boy! The Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics are today! I've been waiting for this. We never watch sports in this house (except for Cleveland Indians baseball), but for the next two weeks there will be nothing but on the telly. And we get it first for a change! The Opening Ceremonies are being broadcast live here, which means they start at 12:45PM here, which is only 7:45AM Eastern time, and you in the States don't get the show until 7:30PM Eastern time tonight. So I'll have seen the whole thing hours before it even kicks off over there (even though I will see it from the angle that the BBC wants me to see it. That's ok - I'm going to watch the US broadcast again tonight on my sling box.). I'm impressed...........
However, they don't always get it right over here. When the Commonwealth Games were on (the European version of the Olympics), they identifed Susan Sarandon as Suzanne Sar(rhymes with share)-an-done(rhymes with condone). Still makes us giggle.............
Let the Games begin! Hey, maybe this is an opportunity to make some spanking bets with hubby - USA versus England. Nah - maybe not. I'd win all the bets and still be spankless.

UPDATE: Ok, I'm only 15 minutes into the show, and I have to tell you - if you weren't planning on watching, you're making a big mistake! This is spectacular!

Big Brother

2008-08-07T17:10:00.008-04:00

I'm watching the UK version of Big Brother tonight. One of the guys is named Rex and they surprised him by putting his girlfriend, Nicole, in the house. Let me tell you - he doesn't call her Princess for nothing! I keep hoping we will hear the voice of Big Brother saying:

'Will Rex please come to the Diary Room
and bring his whiny-ass, boo-hooing,
never-worked-a-day-in-her-life
spoiled rotten Princess with him?'

Everybody (over here) wonders when they are going to see the first verified episode of a couple having sex on this show. Not me! Bring on the first ever bare bottom, prime time, televised, reality show butt blistering! If I ever needed to see the living embodiment of someone who truly needs a good spanking, this girl is it......................

Movie Review

2008-08-01T06:09:00.010-04:00

Decided that if I was going to whine about the absense of good DD movies out there, I could at least tell you about some of the on-topic movies that ARE out there (that I've seen) and how they fit into our 'kink'. So here you go:

Fetishes (1996)
Nick Broomfield
Running time: 83 minutes
(Out of 5)
(See trailer below)

Fetishes is a film by Nick Broomfield, the master documentary maker (Aileen Wuornos: The Selling of a Serial Killer and Heidi Fleiss: Hollywood Madam, among others). It is part of his Documenting Icons series. Filmed in 1996 at the famous Pandora’s Box in Manhattan, NY, it looks at the role in society of a house of domination. Run by Mistress Raven - who bears a striking resemblance to Cher - Pandora’s Box is home to a number of dominatrices who cater to both male and female clients.

The documentary begins with archival black and white footage of a Bettie Page film. We are then introduced to the setting of Pandora’s Box - the fifth floor of a busy office building in downtown Manhattan. It caters to submissives who pay up to $1,000 for a single session (in 1996). That such an establishment operates legally in the midst of a busy city catches you off guard (it is legal as there is no sex allowed on the premises). Then we meet the Mistresses.

These women are a contradiction in terms. At first, they have you believe that they are noble and in control, providing a much-needed service. But in the blink of an eye, they can suddenly seem damaged and vulnerable. There is Natasha, who is described as the toughest of the dominatrices. Put her in a pony tail and you have the local Midwestern high school head cheerleader. Raised in a fundamentalist Christian school, she has a spiny pet iguana named Spike that she sleeps with. Probably says a lot about how she keeps men at a distance. In one shot, she first slaps a client in the head and then turns to look wistfully into the camera, saying ‘yeah, I’d like to get married and have kids some day’. In another scene, she is dealing with a male client who is into infantilism and is dressed as a young girl. Natasha is brushing his hair, and it becomes quite violent as she begins to yell at him that ‘being a big girl means pain in this world today’. One begins to wonder if it is the clients or the mistresses who have issues to work out here.

The other women are equally interesting and contradictory. Delilah was trained in the American School of Ballet and now works in research in her ‘normal’ job. She handles the more sensuous sessions (if you call clothespins stuck all over your body sensuous). Katherine is called the most sadistic and is an expert with a bullwhip. A very ethereal redhead, she comments that it’s ‘just kind of nice to be able to beat somebody every once in a while’, but later, in her apartment (which she moved into after splitting from her husband), claims ‘I can have a very healthy, normal relationship with a man’. Beatrice is the business manager, a French woman with a thick accent who they, of course, have handle the phone, which can lead to some interesting misunderstandings.

The establishment is designed to cater to any fantasy. There is the French dungeon with the guillotine (non-working), stocks, cages, and all manner of primitive forms of torture. There is the medical room which is very sterile and lit so that it looks like a set from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Every type of medical equipment that ever made you squirm is there to be used. A number of other rooms are available, though not all are shown on camera. However you desire to be submissive, it can be arranged.

I think that some aspects of a place like this are harmless. The guy who is into being a slave, dressing as a maid and coming in to clean the place every week, doing it not for pay but just for the privilege of serving his Mistress! (Where can I get me one of these?) But there were also some very disturbing instances. One client who has thoughts of genocide and killing people comes to be humiliated. They call him a socio-political client. I call him nuts. He says that with all the freaky thoughts in his head, he can calm down by doing something freaky. So they make him lick a toilet clean. (Nick looks decidedly uncomfortable when he has to interview a naked man whose head is in a toilet!) Personally, I would get this guy a psychiatrist and a Thorazine drip real quick like.

As I said in an earlier post, there are not many movies out there for someone like me who wants a gentler form of BDSM - the DD type. This is one of those that sometimes goes too far in places for people like me (I had to look away during the nipple piercing). But it does the job of answering Broomfield’s assertation that ‘most fetishes are the eroticization of one’s worst fears and nightmares. They reflect the worst thing that one could imagine happening’. I guess that is also true for those of us into DD, only on a MUCH lighter level, with the worst thing we could imagine being a spanking. For a great behind-the-scenes look at many different fetishes, including some good corporal punishment stuff, this is the film to watch. The ending is also fun as all the Mistresses gang up on Nick, claiming they owe him a session. He puts up a good fight and makes like King Kong, climbing up a piece of equipment to try to escape them. Available in the US on its own and also as part of the Documenting Icons box set. The full, uncut version (which I have) is available in the UK.

Pandora’s Box is apparently still in operation, though it seems to have moved as it now has its premises housed in a large basement facility in the Chelsea district of Manhattan. It has also merged with another domination studio, Den of Iniquity.

I've Been Shopping.........

2008-07-31T17:21:00.003-04:00

Three new books will soon be on my bookshelf:

Spanked: Red Cheeked Erotica

The True Confessions of a London Spank Daddy

Domestic Discipline

These all look interesting. I'll let you know what I think of them after they arrive and I've had a chance to read them. Decided I needed something new for my summer reading!

We Need A Good Spanking......................

2008-07-31T08:26:00.003-04:00

Movie! The latest episode of Weeds really got me craving a good, full length DD type of movie. I know the Weeds spanking wasn't DD, but the realism of it was really refreshing. For those of you who haven't seen the clip -

So many of the spanking movies out there seem to have a different goal in mind than I do. Lots of them use spanking as foreplay, which is fine, but you can always sense that the spanking is just a way of getting from Point A to Point B (point B being sex). There is no real feel of DD in these movies. Too many shots of female genitalia, and the guy usually ends up naked too. Not conducive to putting me in a 'I've been a naughty girl - spank me' mood. There also tends to be a lot of slap and tickle going on, with lots of oooh's and ahhh's and giggling. I just can't get into the proper submissive mode when I'm watching a woman giving the guy a come hither look, moaning 'oh no, sir, please don't spank me' as she slowly turns her back to him and thrusts out her bottom while she leans over the nearest convenient pool table. Who's really in charge here? I want to see the man rolling up his sleeves (as he still has his shirt on) as he advances on his misbehaving wife. I want to see her backing away and looking for an escape route as she tries to talk him out of it. I want to see the struggle as she tries to get away from the painful swats that are landing on her bottom. I want to hear the Toppy lecture as he tells her what she has done wrong and what he is going to do about it. I want Point B to be the spanking!

The other type of spanking movie that seems to be the most common is the one that goes too far - the BDSM scene. Sorry, I can't take dog collars, whips and chains seriously, and hell would have to freeze over before I would call any man Sir and kneel at his feet. He can get me into the corner for a good scolding, but the Master/slave thing just doesn't do it for me. I don't need to see her tied to equipment that turns the whole thing into a circus act. I don't want to see angry red stripes criss-crossing a bottom until it looks like she sat on a hot grill and then slid down a concrete embankment on her bare butt. And if there is any blood? Forget about it! And then she still gives him a blow job! I'd be looking for the nearest sawed-off shotgun.....................

Don't get me wrong - these films have their place and their audience. I begrudge no one their kink. But from what I read on the blogs, there are a lot of us out there who are wanting more realism in our kink, and I don't feel like anyone is catering to us. We just want a harmless crime and a reasonable punishment. Fade out on the sniffling wife as she stands in the corner with her bright red bottom glowing. It seems like there is a huge market out there of people like me and someone is missing out on filling a need. (I bitch about this a lot at home - my hubby keeps telling me I should start making movies - LOL!) Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places. If anyone knows a good source of these kinds of movies, please tell me! I need more than 2 minute clips.

Yippee!

2008-07-29T11:13:00.002-04:00

We have received some very good news here this week. My husband was on the waiting list for heart surgery here in the UK. We finally got the appointment with the consultant for this past Monday. We went and they did more tests and then we waited some more, fully expecting to be given a date for the surgery. Instead, the consultant told us that no surgery was needed! Woohoo! So today I have been happily starting all the arrangements for our big move. Our next hurdle is my husband's visa, but we had already done the biggest part of that before we put it on hold while we waited for this operation. So that has now been kick-started today and I've been on the phone all day lining up quotes for a shipping container to move all our crap back over the ocean. (I am so tempted to go with the easy move package - a can of gas and a match.) It's so exciting - if all goes well, we could actually be back in the States by mid-October - Christmas in Florida! Let's just hope that Immigration doesn't hold things up (should be fairly automatic as I am an American citizen - just have to get them to cough up an interview date). Wish us luck!

Holy sh*t, Batman!

2008-07-24T11:50:00.001-04:00

It is 79 degrees here in England today! I'm speechless....... I just can't say any more..... I'm all verklempt..............

Applications now being accepted............

2008-07-19T17:31:00.003-04:00

I have come to a conclusion. I need a new girlfriend. Um - let me explain that. I have lots of girlfriends. Some I've had for over 25 years. But none that extend into the side of my life that includes spanking. The only person I can talk to about that is my husband. I'm craving girl talk. Conversations that go naturally from the weather to our last shopping trip to our kids to the last spanking we got (or didn't get). Someone to share those experiences with as easily as talking about the last movie we saw. Someone who wouldn't be shocked when 'that' subject comes up. So I'm putting the idea out there. I'm looking for someone who is around my age (48) so that we might have had similar life experiences (kids, marriage, etc.). I'm an American living in England, so nationality doesn't matter as long as we can understand each other. I have a wicked sense of humor, so I'd love to talk to someone who isn't easily offended, but who is not overly offensive either. I like to hear about other people, but also want someone who is just as interested in me. I already have people in my life who are happy to talk to you as long as they are telling you about themself, but the minute you start to fill them in about your life, they have to go cook dinner. I'm just a normal, fun person who would like to have interesting conversations with another sane woman. We could start out as pen (email) pals, and then, if we like, move on to phone conversations. And that's as far as I see taking this. Don't worry - I'm not a weirdo who is looking to stalk someone and infringe upon their personal life. I just want someone I can talk to, damnit! (And I even have an insanely cheap calling plan, so I can make all the phone calls, even long distance ones to the States. I basically get them free.) So if there are any other normal females out there who would also like to be able to talk about this subject (and others - I would hope that wouldn't be ALL we would talk about) to another female, let me know. I'm told I'm a great listener and a good friend!

P.S. This is great - I've gotten responses from a couple of you and I'm looking forward to talking to you to see if we hit it off! But I can't get back to you as I don't have your email! Please be sure to go to my guestbook and leave me a private message with your email so I can get back in touch with you. Don't use the email link in the guestbook as that uses Outlook and I don't have that set up on my computer so I can't see your email address. Just type it into your message, and I'll drop you a line straight away.

Non-traditional use of chairs...................

2008-07-18T17:42:00.009-04:00

We're all familiar with the traditional image of the OTK spanking - the spanker seated on the straight-backed, armless chair, his hapless spankee tumbled over his lap with her bottom in the air:

But I have found that I quite like the positions where there has been a more creative use of this common, everyday piece of furniture.

This one is definitely unusual. Not sure how practical it is, but you can be sure her hands won't be flying back to try to protect her bottom!

The two-chair approach. Much more stable than using just one chair.

How intriguing! Maybe not a good position for a rigid implement like a paddle, but looks like it would work well with the flexible ones like this tawse.

This one is just cute as hell. I'm sure she would have to be a very willing participant as it would be very easy to just flip off his lap, but still cute.

And my all time favorite:

Again, not good for rigid implements as he would take a chance on slapping himself in the thigh, and the spankee has to be pretty flexible as well, but it seems to be just the ticket for that slipper he is swinging!

So what's your favorite use of the chair? Are you a traditionalist, or are you more adventuresome, preferring something that looks like a balancing act in the circus? Personally, I'll take whatever I can get, but some of these look like they would be fun to try!

This elephant gets more action than I do..........

2008-07-03T17:12:00.003-04:00

I discovered an on-topic story this week that I had never heard of before. It is even by Rudyard Kipling, no less! I consider myself a fairly literate person and am shocked that I had never heard of this. What's worse is that I have a socially unacceptable show like Big Brother (the UK version) to thank for introducing it to me. Here it is for your enjoyment:

The Elephant's Child

IN the High and Far-Off Times the Elephant, O Best Beloved, had no trunk. He had only a blackish, bulgy nose, as big as a boot, that he could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn't pick up things with it. But there was one Elephant--a new Elephant--an Elephant's Child--who was full of 'satiable curtiosity, and that means he asked ever so many questions. And he lived in Africa, and he filled all Africa with his 'satiable curtiosities. He asked his tall aunt, the Ostrich, why her tail-feathers grew just so, and his tall aunt the Ostrich spanked him with her hard, hard claw. He asked his tall uncle, the Giraffe, what made his skin spotty, and his tall uncle, the Giraffe, spanked him with his hard, hard hoof. And still he was full of 'satiable curtiosity! He asked his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, why her eyes were red, and his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, spanked him with her broad, broad hoof; and he asked his hairy uncle, the Baboon, why melons tasted just so, and his hairy uncle, the Baboon, spanked him with his hairy, hairy paw. And still he was full of 'satiable curtiosity! He asked questions about everything that he saw, or heard, or felt, or smelt, or touched, and all his uncles and his aunts spanked him. And still he was full of 'satiable curtiosity!

One fine morning in the middle of the Precession of the Equinoxes this 'satiable Elephant's Child asked a new fine question that he had never asked before. He asked, 'What does the Crocodile have for dinner?' Then everybody said, 'Hush!' in a loud and dretful tone, and they spanked him immediately and directly, without stopping, for a long time.

By and by, when that was finished, he came upon Kolokolo Bird sitting in the middle of a wait-a-bit thorn-bush, and he said, 'My father has spanked me, and my mother has spanked me; all my aunts and uncles have spanked me for my 'satiable curtiosity; and still I want to know what the Crocodile has for dinner!'

Then Kolokolo Bird said, with a mournful cry, 'Go to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, and find out.'

That very next morning, when there was nothing left of the Equinoxes, because the Precession had preceded according to precedent, this 'satiable Elephant's Child took a hundred pounds of bananas (the little short red kind), and a hundred pounds of sugar-cane (the long purple kind), and seventeen melons (the greeny-crackly kind), and said to all his dear families, 'Goodbye. I am going to the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, to find out what the Crocodile has for dinner.' And they all spanked him once more for luck, though he asked them most politely to stop.

Then he went away, a little warm, but not at all astonished, eating melons, and throwing the rind about, because he could not pick it up.

He went from Graham's Town to Kimberley, and from Kimberley to Khama's Country, and from Khama's Country he went east by north, eating melons all the time, till at last he came to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, precisely as Kolokolo Bird had said.

Now you must know and understand, O Best Beloved, that till that very week, and day, and hour, and minute, this 'satiable Elephant's Child had never seen a Crocodile, and did not know what one was like. It was all his 'satiable curtiosity.

The first thing that he found was a Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake curled round a rock.

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but have you seen such a thing as a Crocodile in these promiscuous parts?'

'Have I seen a Crocodile?' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, in a voice of dretful scorn. 'What will you ask me next?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but could you kindly tell me what he has for dinner?'

Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake uncoiled himself very quickly from the rock, and spanked the Elephant's Child with his scalesome, flailsome tail.

'That is odd,' said the Elephant's Child, 'because my father and my mother, and my uncle and my aunt, not to mention my other aunt, the Hippopotamus, and my other uncle, the Baboon, have all spanked me for my 'satiable curtiosity--and I suppose this is the same thing.

So he said good-bye very politely to the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, and helped to coil him up on the rock again, and went on, a little warm, but not at all astonished, eating melons, and throwing the rind about, because he could not pick it up, till he trod on what he thought was a log of wood at the very edge of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees.

But it was really the Crocodile, O Best Beloved, and the Crocodile winked one eye--like this!

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but do you happen to have seen a Crocodile in these promiscuous parts?'

Then the Crocodile winked the other eye, and lifted half his tail out of the mud; and the Elephant's Child stepped back most politely, because he did not wish to be spanked again.

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile. 'Why do you ask such things?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but my father has spanked me, my mother has spanked me, not to mention my tall aunt, the Ostrich, and my tall uncle, the Giraffe, who can kick ever so hard, as well as my broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, and my hairy uncle, the Baboon, and including the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, with the scalesome, flailsome tail, just up the bank, who spanks harder than any of them; and so, if it's quite all the same to you, I don't want to be spanked any more.'

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile, 'for I am the Crocodile,' and he wept crocodile-tears to show it was quite true.

Then the Elephant's Child grew all breathless, and panted, and kneeled down on the bank and said, 'You are the very person I have been looking for all these long days. Will you please tell me what you have for dinner?'

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile, 'and I'll whisper.'

Then the Elephant's Child put his head down close to the Crocodile's musky, tusky mouth, and the Crocodile caught him by his little nose, which up to that very week, day, hour, and minute, had been no bigger than a boot, though much more useful.

'I think, said the Crocodile--and he said it between his teeth, like this--'I think to-day I will begin with Elephant's Child!'

At this, O Best Beloved, the Elephant's Child was much annoyed, and he said, speaking through his nose, like this, 'Led go! You are hurtig be!'

Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake scuffled down from the bank and said, 'My young friend, if you do not now, immediately and instantly, pull as hard as ever you can, it is my opinion that your acquaintance in the large-pattern leather ulster' (and by this he meant the Crocodile) 'will jerk you into yonder limpid stream before you can say Jack Robinson.'

This is the way Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snakes always talk.

Then the Elephant's Child sat back on his little haunches, and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and his nose began to stretch. And the Crocodile floundered into the water, making it all creamy with great sweeps of his tail, and he pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

And the Elephant's Child's nose kept on stretching; and the Elephant's Child spread all his little four legs and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and his nose kept on stretching; and the Crocodile threshed his tail like an oar, and he pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and at each pull the Elephant's Child's nose grew longer and longer--and it hurt him hijjus!

Then the Elephant's Child felt his legs slipping, and he said through his nose, which was now nearly five feet long, 'This is too butch for be!'

Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake came down from the bank, and knotted himself in a double-clove-hitch round the Elephant's Child's hind legs, and said, 'Rash and inexperienced traveller, we will now seriously devote ourselves to a little high tension, because if we do not, it is my impression that yonder self-propelling man-of-war with the armour-plated upper deck' (and by this, O Best Beloved, he meant the Crocodile), 'will permanently vitiate your future career.

That is the way all Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snakes always talk.

So he pulled, and the Elephant's Child pulled, and the Crocodile pulled; but the Elephant's Child and the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake pulled hardest; and at last the Crocodile let go of the Elephant's Child's nose with a plop that you could hear all up and down the Limpopo.

Then the Elephant's Child sat down most hard and sudden; but first he was careful to say 'Thank you' to the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake; and next he was kind to his poor pulled nose, and wrapped it all up in cool banana leaves, and hung it in the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo to cool.

'What are you doing that for?' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake.

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but my nose is badly out of shape, and I am waiting for it to shrink.

'Then you will have to wait a long time, said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. 'Some people do not know what is good for them.'

The Elephant's Child sat there for three days waiting for his nose to shrink. But it never grew any shorter, and, besides, it made him squint. For, O Best Beloved, you will see and understand that the Crocodile had pulled it out into a really truly trunk same as all Elephants have to-day.

At the end of the third day a fly came and stung him on the shoulder, and before he knew what he was doing he lifted up his trunk and hit that fly dead with the end of it.

''Vantage number one!' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. 'You couldn't have done that with a mere-smear nose. Try and eat a little now.'

Before he thought what he was doing the Elephant's Child put out his trunk and plucked a large bundle of grass, dusted it clean against his fore-legs, and stuffed it into his own mouth.

'Vantage number two!' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. 'You couldn't have done that with a mear-smear nose. Don't you think the sun is very hot here?'

'It is,' said the Elephant's Child, and before he thought what he was doing he schlooped up a schloop of mud from the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo, and slapped it on his head, where it made a cool schloopy-sloshy mud-cap all trickly behind his ears.

'Vantage number three!' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. 'You couldn't have done that with a mere-smear nose. Now how do you feel about being spanked again?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but I should not like it at all.'

'How would you like to spank somebody?' said the Bi- Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake.

'I should like it very much indeed,' said the Elephant's Child.

'Well,' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, 'you will find that new nose of yours very useful to spank people with.'

'Thank you,' said the Elephant's Child, 'I'll remember that; and now I think I'll go home to all my dear families and try.'

So the Elephant's Child went home across Africa frisking and whisking his trunk. When he wanted fruit to eat he pulled fruit down from a tree, instead of waiting for it to fall as he used to do. When he wanted grass he plucked grass up from the ground, instead of going on his knees as he used to do. When the flies bit him he broke off the branch of a tree and used it as fly-whisk; and he made himself a new, cool, slushy-squshy mud-cap whenever the sun was hot. When he felt lonely walking through Africa he sang to himself down his trunk, and the noise was louder than several brass bands.

He went especially out of his way to find a broad Hippopotamus (she was no relation of his), and he spanked her very hard, to make sure that the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake had spoken the truth about his new trunk. The rest of the time he picked up the melon rinds that he had dropped on his way to the Limpopo--for he was a Tidy Pachyderm.

One dark evening he came back to all his dear families, and he coiled up his trunk and said, 'How do you do?' They were very glad to see him, and immediately said, 'Come here and be spanked for your 'satiable curtiosity.'

'Pooh,' said the Elephant's Child. 'I don't think you peoples know anything about spanking; but I do, and I'll show you.' Then he uncurled his trunk and knocked two of his dear brothers head over heels.

'O Bananas!' said they, 'where did you learn that trick, and what have you done to your nose?'

'I got a new one from the Crocodile on the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River,' said the Elephant's Child. 'I asked him what he had for dinner, and he gave me this to keep.'

'It looks very ugly,' said his hairy uncle, the Baboon.

'It does,' said the Elephant's Child. 'But it's very useful,' and he picked up his hairy uncle, the Baboon, by one hairy leg, and hove him into a hornet's nest.

Then that bad Elephant's Child spanked all his dear families for a long time, till they were very warm and greatly astonished. He pulled out his tall Ostrich aunt's tail-feathers; and he caught his tall uncle, the Giraffe, by the hind-leg, and dragged him through a thorn-bush; and he shouted at his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, and blew bubbles into her ear when she was sleeping in the water after meals; but he never let any one touch Kolokolo Bird.

At last things grew so exciting that his dear families went off one by one in a hurry to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, to borrow new noses from the Crocodile. When they came back nobody spanked anybody any more; and ever since that day, O Best Beloved, all the Elephants you will ever see, besides all those that you won't, have trunks precisely like the trunk of the 'satiable Elephant's Child.

Going to have to start throwing bricks.................

2008-07-01T10:30:00.004-04:00

I swear, men are clueless!!!! Ok, the other night, when hubby was asleep, I went into the bedroom to get something. It was warm and he had pushed back the covers. He was also sleeping naked, which he does sometimes. So I couldn't resist - I got the camera and took his picture! He was out cold - the flash didn't even phase him. Then I decided to get a bit naughty. I put the picture on my laptop and set it as my wallpaper. 17" screen full of my naked hubby! Then I left the laptop open and running. He finally noticed it last night and asked when I had taken THAT! I explained. His reaction? Laughed and thought it was funny. End of that discussion. Hmpppphhhhh.

What did I want to happen?

HIM: What is that doing on your computer, young lady?
ME: I liked it so I put it there.
HIM: Well, take it off right this minute!
ME: No!
HIM: I said take it off.
ME: I said I didn't want to.
HIM: I'm warning you, missy. Take it off, or...
ME: Or what?
HIM: Or you're going to be very sorry.
ME: Ha! Not likely!
HIM: Last warning - take it off.
ME: No! You can't make me!

And then he makes me. After a good spanking and some time in the corner until I see things his way, that is.

You know, men say we have to tell them what we want. I don't know about any of you, but it sort of ruins the fantasy if we have to write the whole bloody script! Can't guys just see an opportunity and run with it once in a while? LOL!

Just haven't had any interest...........................

2008-06-09T08:47:00.002-04:00

If anyone was wondering - no, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth! I did drop off the spanking scene for a while. Just lost all interest - anyone else go through bouts of that? I'm trying desperately to get it back though. Our life has been so stressed for the last few months that anything to do with pleasure has been put on hold. But I'm missing it and I've started working on some stories again. I hope there is someone still visiting me from time to time, and I promise to get some new stuff on here soon. I was just beginning to think that maybe blogging had run its course and people weren't interested anymore. Guess I just have to learn to use this site as an outlet for myself and if anyone else likes it, that's just an added benefit. Hope you are all having a great summer - it's actually 73 degrees here in the UK today - woo hoo!

My Favorite Spanko

2008-03-14T21:48:00.004-04:00

For all of those who voted for James Spader as the one they would like to be spanked by, and any one else who can appreciate a hot spanko, some images from Secretary -

And the famous scene -

Now if you all will excuse me, I am going to go take a nice, long cold shower until I cool off. I should be back in about a month................

Story Time

2008-03-11T15:13:00.005-04:00

Ok, so it's not the most creative title! But it is what it is. I promised a story, so hope you enjoy!

The Naughty Schoolgirl

When Mark came through the front door, it was with the air of expectation. It was Friday and the work week was done. He also was hoping for some ‘quality’ time with his wife, Leigh. It had been a hectic week and they had both been a bit stressed, Leigh more so than him. She had some things to answer for concerning her attitude earlier in the week, and Mark had been debating on the way home how he was going to approach the subject. More importantly, he had been thinking how a certain young lady was in need of a good scolding and a bottom-warming, and he was more than happy to be the one to paddle her adorable but deserving butt!

He sensed something was already in the air when he walked into the house. The silence was deafening. No TV on, no sign of his wife running up to greet him as she usually did. He put down his briefcase and went to look for her. Through the downstairs, into the kitchen - still no Leigh. He was about to run upstairs when he heard a small cough from the back of the house. ‘Leigh?’ he called out. ‘Where are you?’ A small voice called back. ‘In your office - - - Sir.’ Sir? Mark was instantly intrigued and he strode to his home office and opened the door. The sight that greeted him made his heart pound, and he stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in.

Leigh was seated in a straight-backed chair, facing his desk which meant she was sitting with her side towards the door. Mark had a view of her in complete profile. She was wearing her school girl uniform - white blouse, pleated plaid skirt, ankle socks, and black patent leather shoes. Her hair was brushed back and a ribbon was tied around her head. Mark saw her stiffen as he opened the door but she sat still in her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes on the floor in front of her feet which were pulled back under her chair and twisted around one another at the ankles. He could see the top foot was jiggling rapidly as if she were trying to push her nervousness out through her toes. Looking over at the desk, he saw a lone envelope lying in the centre of his desk blotter. Mark realized he no longer had to worry about how to approach the subject of disciplining his errant wife. It was now his job to correct a naughty schoolgirl and he gladly launched into his role. Squaring his shoulders, he walked across the room and sat behind his desk. Leigh never looked up, her eyes glued to the carpet.

Mark picked up the envelope that was addressed to him. He suppressed a smile when he saw the hand-drawn stamp and cancellation mark in the upper right corner. The return address in the upper left was from the Chastenwood Academy. Before opening it, he tapped the corner of it on his desk. Sternly glaring at Leigh, he spoke. ‘What’s this all about, young lady? Are you in trouble at school?’ he demanded. Leigh jumped, and mumbled an answer. ‘Speak up, little girl! I said, are you in trouble at school?’ Mark growled. She repeated her answer, a little louder, her voice trembling. ‘Y - yes Sir, I th - think so.’ ‘You THINK so?’ Mark echoed. ‘Well, let’s just see!’ He slit the envelope open and pulled out the sheet of paper. Unfolding it, he began to read it out loud:

“Dear Mr. Bender,

I feel it is time to write to you to ask for your assistance with regards to Leigh’s behaviour. We have been having a few problems with her as to her attitude in class and getting her homework done and turned in. I have tried keeping her after school in detention, and we have even gone so far on two occasions as to administer corporal punishment. She has now received the paddle in my office twice. The first time was for tardiness and she was paddled three times over her skirt. The second time was for homework not being done after repeated warnings and she received six swats on the seat of her panties..... “

Mark stopped reading and addressed his wife-turned-child, who was now cringing in her chair. Still staring at the floor, she was now squirming from side to side, possibly in anticipation of the red hot bottom she knew was in her future. ‘Sit still and look at me, young lady!’ Mark ordered. Leigh quickly planted her backside flat on the chair, and slowly raised her head until her eyes met his. When he had her attention, he continued. ‘So you haven’t been doing your homework and you’ve been late for class, not to mention the fact that you have been paddled twice at school and you haven’t told me. What do you have to say for yourself?’ Leigh’s eyebrows went up hopefully. ‘I’m sorry I was naughty and I won’t do it again?’ she replied. Mark’s eyebrows came down low over his eyes. ‘Nice try, but I don’t think so, missy.’ Slapping the letter back down on his desk, he rose and quickly moved around the desk to Leigh’s side. She squealed as he took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He then propelled her across the room and placed her in the corner with her nose to the wall. She shrieked as he lifted her skirt, tucking the hem into the waistband. Her hands grabbed for her panties a split second too late as he whisked them down off her hips to her knees. Giving her a half dozen sharp slaps to her now-bare bottom to show her he meant business, he ordered her to put her hands on her head and stand still. Haltingly, Leigh obeyed. Mark retrieved the letter and finished reading it, this time standing right behind her.

"Unfortunately, these methods don’t seem to be having the desired effect. She has now been involved in an altercation with a teacher, and I think stronger measures are called for - ones that I do not have the authority to administer. If I may be so bold as to offer a suggestion, I think Leigh would benefit greatly from a session over your knee with her bare bottom feeling the sting of a good hairbrush spanking. I also think she should then spend some time in the corner to think about her actions. Restricting her computer and bed times might also help to get her on a better schedule.

I hate to suggest such drastic measures, but I am afraid that if this situation continues, our only further course of action will be to expel her, and I’m sure none of us want that. Please write back and let me know what you decide to do. I am willing to help you in any way I can.

Sincerely,

Headmistress Johnson”

‘An altercation with a teacher? Explain yourself, missy!’ Mark thundered. Leigh stammered out an indignant reply. ‘Miss Pinchley started it! I was just tired during gym class, and I wanted to sit down and rest! She told me I had to run laps with the rest of the girls, and I - I told her to...’ Her voice trailed off. ‘You told her to what?’ Mark prompted. Leigh clamped her mouth shut. A loud *SMACK* to her bottom loosened her tongue. ‘OW! Ok! I told her to fuck off!’ she shrieked in a rush. A long pause. ‘You told her to what?’ Mark said again, this time his voice low and incredulous, hot with anger that Leigh could feel on the back of her neck. She squirmed and repeated the statement, still trying to defend her actions. ‘I told her to fuck off. I said I was sorry right after and promised not to do it again. But the old bat still got pissed off and sent me to the principal’s office! I tried to tell her I was just tired but she wouldn’t listen! She doesn’t care about any of us at all....’ Her tirade was interrupted by another hard *SWAT* to her bottom, this one shocking her into silence.

‘That’s enough!’ Mark commanded. ‘Your headmistress is right - you are in need of a good spanking! First you behave so badly and then try to justify it by saying you were tired? And calling your teacher an old bat? You don’t sound sorry to me at all! There is no excuse for what you did, and if it keeps up, you are going to end up getting kicked out of school! I will not tolerate that, and things are going to change around here to make sure it doesn’t happen. You will stand there for a while I decide your punishment, and I don’t want to hear another peep out of you! I promise you, you will be sorry for your behaviour - VERY sorry - when I get finished with you, little girl! You are going to learn that your attitude is not worth the trouble it gets you in to!’ He walked back to his desk, flung the letter down on it, and then stormed from the room, leaving Leigh to stand miserably in the corner, awaiting her fate.

Thirty minutes passed. The time seemed interminable to Leigh, but at the same time she wanted it to go on longer, to delay the inevitable. She jumped when she heard Mark come back into the room, and a chill washed over her body as she felt him staring at her. He kept her in suspense for a few minutes longer, moving things around the room so that she could hear but not see what he was doing. When he finally called her to turn around and come to him, she did so slowly and he could see the look of dread on her face when she saw him seated in the straight-backed chair, now turned away from the desk. He said nothing as she shuffled across the room to him, her steps hindered by the panties at her knees. The first sound either of them made was the loud ‘Oooooohhhh!’ from Leigh when he took her by the wrist and tumbled her down across his knee. Still working silently, Mark shifted her forward so her head was down near the carpet and her bare bottom was centered enticingly over his thigh. She was off balance and had to place her hands on the floor to keep from falling on her head. He placed his other leg over hers, clamping her in place so she couldn’t twist away from him. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he began to pat her bottom. Leigh’s cheeks begin to involuntarily clench - she knew he preferred to combine the warm-up with a lecture, and this time proved to be no different.

PAT PAT PAT ‘You were very naughty, weren’t you, young lady?’ *SMACK* ‘Ow! Yes sir, I guess so!’ PAT PAT PAT ‘You guess so?’ *SWAT* ‘Owie! Ok! Yes sir, I was!’ PAT PAT PAT ‘You were what, little girl?’ *WHAP* ‘Yeow! I was naughty, sir!’ PAT PAT PAT ‘And what happens to naughty little girls?’ *CRACK* ‘OW! They get a spanking, sir!’ PAT PAT PAT ‘So you agree that you were naughty and deserve a spanking?’ *SPLAT* *WHAP* ‘Ow ow ow! Yes sir!’ PAT PAT ‘Good girl! Never let it be said that I don’t give you everything you deserve!’ With that, the patting stopped and the spanking began in earnest. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SPLAT* Mark’s hand rose and fell, again and again. The spanks started out slow and moderate, but quickly sped up and increased in strength. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SPLAT* After a minute or so, Leigh could feel the heat building in her backside. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SPLAT* Another minute passed and the sting had spread across her buttocks. Her toes were drumming the carpet. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SPLAT* By now, Leigh was wailing and yelping with each swat and her hand flew back to protect her bottom. Mark simply grabbed it and pinned it to the small of her back as he continued to spank. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SLAP* Leigh howled with each impact. After a steady ten minutes of spanking, Mark’s hand was beginning to smart, so he paused, rubbing her hot bottom while she caught her breath.

Once Leigh had stopped panting and he felt her go limp over his knee, Mark reached over to the desk and picked up the hairbrush. She squealed in despair when she felt the cool hard wood laid on her sore bottom. ‘Hush!’ Mark ordered as he moved the implement in slow circles over Leigh’s backside. ‘Before I paddle this naughty butt, I have some new rules that you are going to have to listen to. One, since all this bad behaviour has apparently been caused because you are tired and cranky from lack of sleep, you will now go to bed at 9PM every night until further notice! And two....’ *CRACK* He smacked Leigh quickly when she arched up and tried to protest the bedtime rule. The sting of the hairbrush quickly silenced her and she flopped back down over his knee. Mark continued. ‘As I was saying, two, since you are spending too much time playing on the computer and not getting your homework done, the computer is now for homework only! Any playing will result in another trip over my knee. And I will be checking your history to make sure you are behaving. Is that understood, young lady?’ ‘Yes sir!’ Leigh wailed in response. ‘Good,’ Mark said. ‘Now let’s get this punishment underway!’

Gripping her tightly around the waist, Mark began to apply the hairbrush soundly to Leigh’s bottom. Fifty times the hard wood crashed down on her tender skin, each stroke flattening the puffy flesh. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* The sounds of impact and Leigh’s cries and howls mingled in the air. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* Mark paddled quickly, each stroke as hard as the last, covering every square millimetre of Leigh’s bottom. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* By the time the last one had landed, the heat was radiating off her swollen cheeks, and Leigh was limp and sobbing over his lap. Mark dropped the hairbrush to the floor and gently helped her to her feet. He guided her back to the corner and placed her there with her nose to the wall. Warning her to stay put until she was called, Mark returned to his desk. He picked up the letter from the school, flipped it over, and began to write. The scratching of his pen was accompanied by the sniffles emanating from the corner.

When he was finished, he sat for a while, enjoying the view of her red, throbbing bottom as she stood facing the wall. He could almost see the cheeks pulsating from across the room. Leigh shifted from one foot to the other as she resisted the urge to reach back and rub her flaming behind. Finally, he called to her. ‘Turn around and come here, young lady.’ Leigh slowly twirled to face him and made her way to the desk. She stood facing him, her eyes down and her hands clasped in front of her. Mark held out the letter. ‘You are to take this back to your headmistress tomorrow. Right now, I want you to read it out loud to me so that you know what I have told her and what you have to look forward to.’ Leigh reached out a shaky hand and took the paper. She inhaled deeply and read:

"Dear Headmistress Johnson,

Thank you for the heads up regarding Leigh’s behaviour. I didn’t realize things were getting so bad and I appreciate the chance to rectify things before you had to resort to expulsion.

I have now taken steps to improve Leigh’s attitude. After I read your letter, Leigh was sent to the corner with her skirt up and her panties down while I scolded her about her actions. She spent a good half hour with her nose to the wall. I then put her over my knee. She received a sound ten minute spanking with my hand. I then switched to the hairbrush and administered 50 hard smacks to her bare bottom. By the time I had finished, she was kicking and crying and promising to do better in the future. She was then sent with a very red behind on display to spend another 30 minutes in the corner. She was grounded from her computer except for schoolwork and her bedtime has been moved to 9pm until further notice. She has also been told she will receive a comparable punishment every night this week to remind her of her promise to behave. She has been promised the paddle tomorrow.”

Leigh stopped for a moment and looked up, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it when she saw Mark’s face. He waved at her to continue.

“As a result, you may see her sitting gingerly in class. Please pay no mind. However, if the problems continue, please do not hesitate to contact me and I will deal with them accordingly. Leigh knows this and you should start to see an improvement in her attitude.

Sincerely,

Mr. Mark Bender”

Leigh laid the letter back down on the desk and resumed her demure position, eyes down and hands clasped. ‘Do you understand the letter, little girl?’ Mark asked. ‘Yes sir,’ Leigh replied softly. ‘Are you going to do your best to behave from now on and be respectful to your teachers?’ Leigh repeated the same two words. ‘And do you understand that any further misbehaviour will not be tolerated and that you will find yourself bare-bottomed over my knee for another hard spanking if you act like a naughty little girl again?’ At this warning, Leigh could only nod miserably. Mark decided that she had been punished enough and had learned her lesson - for now. He stood and walked around the desk to her, drawing her into his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. His hands slid down and gently squeezed her scorched bottom. To his surprise and delight, she responded to his touch by arching her back and pressing her hips hard against his. A low moan escaped her as she lifted her face, her lips ferociously seeking out his. Mark quickly decided the bedtime rule could be extended for one night. His wife was back.................

Toy Purchase

2008-03-10T19:45:00.002-04:00

Ok, a little progress to post on the toy front. Which one did I purchase? Drum roll.......... Both!

I got an email back from Love Honey that they would in fact match the lower price on the second toy. So I took a deep breath and ordered it. It arrived just 2 days later. One problem - hubby was home to greet the post man and of course wanted to know what was in the package! Told him he would find out in due time. Well, due time turned out to be that afternoon since I was eager to try it out. I disappeared into the bedroom and put both attachments in their appropriate - um - places. Came out and handed the remote to hubby and just walked away with a grin. Didn't take him long to figure out what it was for, although he made me wait for a while before pushing a button. As a result, I had stopped anticipating it and he got a big kick out of it when I squealed from the other room! He played with it for a couple of hours until he couldn't stand it any more and dragged me off to the bedroom for a good spanking, followed by a good .......... Well, you get the picture! (Actually, at one point, he got me to the Big O just by making the back one vibrate! Woo-hoo!)

My rating on this toy: It's a bit fiddly. Getting the flat pad for the front to stay in place requires a tight pair of undies to hold it. But once you get it in the right spot - Oh Boy! It's also a bit of a trick to get the wires where you need them to get both vibrators in place. My main concern about the bullet-type one for the back was that I always worry about inserting items back there that are connected to a wire and don't have a flanged base that doesn't go inside the body. What happens if you go to pull it out and the wire comes out!? Well, with this one, it's small enough that I figured that if that happened, it would be a fairly simple matter to 'push' it out. But the easiest solution to that is to slip it into a condom before inserting it. Then you don't have to pull on the wire. Perfomance wise, this is a great little toy. The pad for the front has the best vibrating action. The bullet is not bad, but it is small so the buzz isn't as much as it could be. It is absolutely silent as advertised, so that is a plus. But being the anal-centric wench that I am, I still craved more 'back end buzz'. So......................

I have ordered the other toy, the Alien! I found out with more research that it is, in fact, wireless, so I am anxious to give it a try. Should receive it in the next couple of days. It looks to be a bit more substantial in size and according to the reviews I have read, it vibrates like a banshee! I only hope I'm the only one home when the post comes so I don't have to explain a second purchase right away! Once we have given that one a test drive, I'll let you know how it is.

Heartbreaking......

2008-03-07T19:47:00.002-05:00

This is totally off topic, but I had to post it. Just read about this website in one of my magazines from home. It is a website dedicated to finding homes for dogs in shelters that are about to be put to sleep simply for space reasons. I'm not really a dog person (I have a cat), and besides, being in the UK, it would be a little difficult for me to adopt one. But anyone with any compassion (and I have always found that spankos seem to have lots of compassion) can't help but look at these animals and feel the tug on the heartstrings. They tell you how many days the dogs have left until euthanasia - WAHHHH! So if anyone out there is in the market for a dog, check out this website -

Dogs In Danger

A Lovely Surprise!

2008-03-04T21:02:00.002-05:00

Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't been around for a few days. Haven't had a chance to post. Hubby got laid off from his job a week and a half ago, so he has been home for the last few days. He knows about my blog, but I've never let him see it. So with him around most of the time, I haven't had the privacy to work on a good post. But it's been nice having him around! Won't last long though - looks like he'll be back to work next week. These things happen when you work as a contractor - from time to time, the work runs out and you have to move on to another one.

Check this out though. The great folks over at American Spanking Society, Todd and Suzy, have featured little ole' me on their blog 'Wink' this week! What a nice surprise. I am truly touched by the lovely things they said about my blog, and I highly suggest that you check out their site. It's one of my favorites and I visit there often. Thanks guys!

Always appreciate my visitors. I'll get some more pictures posted soon, and I'll let you know the outcome of my 'toy' decision. That has been lots of fun.................

New Must-Have Toys! Help me choose!

2008-02-22T19:39:00.011-05:00

After we had finished our play the other night, hubby and I were laying on the bed talking. This always seems to be the best and easiest time to talk about the whole subject of spanking. By the way, I gave him LOTS of encouragement on the corner thing - told him how hot it was, how much I enjoyed it, etc. I think that will definitely happen again without so much prompting from me!

We also talked about 'my little friend'. Turns out he really liked that too. Confessed that one of my favorite fantasies was being made to wear it while we were out shopping. This led to the idea of a vibrating one with a remote control that he would be in charge of. Suggested that it could be used as a warning devise if I tried to buy something I didn't need. His eyes lit up at that one! Started muttering how it could come in handy in the DVD store.

So I got online tonight and started searching for just the right toy. It had to be small enough for comfort, yet not so small that it would not stay in place. It also had to have a wireless remote. You know, I hate it when you can't tell from the pictures on a website if a remote is wireless or not. I think they hide the wires on purpose. I found one that looked perfect and looked wireless. But I emailed the company first to be sure, and wouldn't you know, they were wired! Shoot. So I kept searching.

Found this one. It looks very interesting. It's called the Alien. Must be wireless as it says the remote has a clip to put it on a keychain, and I can't imagine wandering around the store with a wire from the back of my pants to his pocket! LOL! Anyway, this one has distinct possibilities. Considering it. But I kept looking.

Wow! Found this on one of my favorite sites, Love Honey. This is a UK store, and they have pretty good prices and great service. (They will also price match, so I find what I want and then Google it to see if there is a cheaper price elsewhere. Did find a cheaper price on this one so waiting for a response from the store.) This little wonder is called the Oyster Duo Remote Control Vibrator. The little pink head snuggles up to your.......front bits, and the silver bullet can be put, as the description states, 'anywhere'. (They do say specifically that it can be used in the backside, so it is considered safe for that.) The two wires come together at a jack that plugs into the receiver (the box with the purple button). With the jack, you have the capacity to plug other attachments in, including an intriguing ring one for him, so turnabout could be fair play. The receiver clips onto your panties. The remote has buttons for two different speeds for each attachment, which can be activated one at a time or together. The speeds are listed as Mmmmmm and WOW! They guarantee that the vibrator is absolutely SILENT (although you may not be - but great knowing that the people next to you in the checkout line aren't going to wonder where the buzzing is coming from), and the remote has a range of 50 feet! Sounds like a good time could be had by all.

So I have a dilemma. Do I buy the first one (cheaper), the second one (more expensive, but also more fun), or say screw it and get both? What's the worst that could happen? Get a spanking from hubby from spending too much money? Yeah, that's a deterrent. Might actually be an incentive. Besides, once hubby got to play with the remotes, I'm sure all would be forgiven. Whichever one I get, I'll just put it in one day and hand him the remote with a wink on our way out the door. He'll have his fun, I'll certainly have mine, and I bet we'll have more fun together when we get home! Help me decide. Which one do you think looks more interesting, or should I go for broke?

A True Story

2008-02-22T07:34:00.005-05:00

Well, yesterday I was in the mood to play. One thing I have learned so far is that while my hubby is reluctant to initiate 'discipline', he is quite willing to participate when lured. So, feeling in need of a spanking and deciding to be bold, I hatched a plan. Popping in my favorite little bottom stopper for courage (the term 'butt plug' just sounds so crude, don't you think?), I sent him a text message at work. It read 'From the Committee for Wiping Out Naughty Behavior in Wives. It is suspected that your wife is engaging in naughty activities in your absence. We suggest that you inspect her bottom for foreign objects. If any are found, she should be given a warm-up spanking. She should then be stood in the corner for a while with the offending item and her pink bottom on display. She should also receive a stern lecture on the naughtiness of engaging in these activities alone. Then finish things off with a sound spanking until she promises to be a good girl in the future. The Committee.' Whew - got charged for four text messages for that one. But what the hell. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the Send button. After a long while (he didn't check his text messages until almost quitting time), I received a reply. 'Hmmmmmmmm' was all it said. Well, I now knew he had seen it and all I could do was wait and see what his response would be.

Boy, did he make me wait! All evening, as a matter of fact. Through dinner, and then through two episodes of Boston Legal (just bought season one on dvd - love that show, James Spader has GOT to be one of us!). I was about to give up hope, not to mention that things were getting a little uncomfortable as the stopper had now been in for a few hours. Finally, he sent me into the bedroom on the pretense that he wanted to see the new robe I had purchased on ebay and received in the mail that afternoon. I went and put it on, showed him that it fit, took it back off and went to leave the bedroom. He stopped me and I suddenly found myself face down over the edge of the bed. He began to smack me on my sweatpant covered bottom as I squealed and made the usual protest noises - 'Ow! What the - what are you doing? Let me up! Stop it!' etc. He then told me that he needed to 'inspect' something, that he had heard some rumors about me. *Snort* He pulled down my sweatpants as I made a show of trying to hold them up, because I certainly didn't want him to discover my 'secret'! That just got my hands slapped away and I was left in my black lace panties.

Next he swats me on my panties. Then - horrors! - he begins poking between my cheeks through the fabric and tapping on the base of the stopper. 'What's this?' he demands. I freeze. 'Nothing!' I insist. Amazingly, he doesn't believe me! Now he is peeling my panties down. I'm trying to hold them up, he's slapping my hands away again. My bottom is quickly bared and I feel him pull my cheeks apart to get a good luck at 'my little friend'. I groan and bury my face in the mattress. A sudden flurry of hard smacks quickly has my head jerking back up. Some of them land right on the stopper! Wow! He keeps questioning me about what I'm doing with that toy in and how often do I play with it when he's not around. Do I put it in every day? I protest that it's just a toy, I don't do it every day, and I haven't done anything wrong. This is not what he wants to hear.

Pulling me to my feet, he turns me around and orders me to stand facing the wall at the foot of the bed. Oh my God! It's not a corner, but he is sitting on the bed and can reach me from there, so the wall will do. I stand there with my tshirt on and my pants and panties around my knees. Never having been made to stand in the corner before, I am suddenly feeling very exposed. I sneak my hands back and slowly tug on the hem of my tshirt, trying to get it down over my bottom. I am ordered to stop that and lift my tshirt up. I then start to slide my hands down to cover my bottom. He doesn't allow that either and I am told to get my hands off my butt. He continues to lecture me about being a bad girl, and every so often, reaches over and delivers two or three hard smacks to my backside.

Not to get away from the story, but I have to comment on this whole corner thing. Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! You guys out there, do you know what YOU ARE MISSING?! I can't even begin to tell you how HOT this was, not to mention making me feel very naughty and submissive! Look at the poll on the left. That one and every other poll I've ever seen always say the same thing - the majority of women do not receive corner time and most of those wish they did! Standing there knowing that he is looking at your bare bottom, not knowing when another hard swat is going to land, the scolding, the domination - *shiver* it is all simply delicious. So get off the stick, guys. Talk to her, give it a try. You can always abandon the idea if it doesn't work for you, but if you don't give it a shot, you may be missing out on something that she has been praying for!

Ok, back on track. I was then ordered to remove the stopper. Scurrying off to the bathroom, I did so. (He tried to stop me from leaving the room to do it, but I'm not brave enough for THAT yet! LOL!) Returning, I was again bent over the bed. Lots of spanking followed, with numerous different implements, accompanied by more lecturing. I even got about 12 strokes of the cane, which I normally couldn't take but didn't seem to bother me as much this time. Maybe it was the headspace I was in after being made to stand facing the wall. See guys? Another benefit! Finally, my pants and panties were removed completely and he moved me up onto the bed so I was on all fours. This is where we always deviate from pure discipline. I guess I should be flattered that my hubby can't spank me without wanting to have sex afterwards! And it is a nice finishing touch to be taken doggy style with a warm bottom................

Yoo-Hoo!

2008-02-18T19:43:00.001-05:00

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Cornertime

2008-02-18T08:17:00.018-05:00

In a comment to an earlier post, someone wanted to see cornertime pictures. So I've gone through my collection to find some of my favorites.

She must be headed for the corner. I do like the drop-seat pajamas - that is another one of my fantasies! He throws you over his knee and doesn't have to struggle to get jeans undone and pulled down. Just undo the flap and peel it back! Must get a pair of those...........

Must be the pre-spanking lecture. I imagine she'll be back in that corner later, minus the pants.

A hot bottom on that hard wooden stool must be a real attention getter!

Just goes to show - a corner can be anywhere!

From the position of his hand, I'm guessing she is going to get some more where she stands!

I love this image of everything covered with just the cheeks peeking out. Really focuses your attention on what is going to happen.

Being lectured with a sore bottom as well. The height of disgrace!

One very red bottom on one very hard chair, left to sit and think about what she has done.

For something completely different - a more productive use of corner time. Instead of just staring at a wall after being spanked for not getting her housework done, she has to get it done with her red bottom on display. Should get the message across!

And last but not least - the classic. Who wouldn't love this?

Taking the plunge

2008-02-13T10:43:00.002-05:00

Hubby and I were talking last night about my ideas for making jewellry, specifically pieces that might be 'secret pleasures', so to speak, for those that share our interests. I had already drawn up some designs, and last night we ordered supplies so that I can make them. I think they could be really interesting, and there doesn't seem to be much in the line of discreet 'kink' related jewellry out there. We're also planning on doing custom pieces, with initials and such, so watch this space for further developments! All suggestions welcome.

Logo for the like-minded

2008-02-10T20:05:00.000-05:00

Some time ago, on one website or another, there was a discussion that we spankos should have a logo that would be recognized by other spankos. That way, we would have a discreet way of knowing when we were around people who shared our interests. I think this is the one! At first glance, it just looks like some kind of fraternity or sorority symbol (which it would be, in a way), and those who were not 'in the know' wouldn't think twice about it! I think a really nice lapel pin, in silver, would be perfect. Anyone else?

Fridge magnet for the clueless

2008-02-09T08:03:00.001-05:00

Another picture series I like

2008-02-05T17:49:00.001-05:00

He's looking very smug!

Come along, dear.

I wonder why there is no one else here?

What do you think you are doing?!

No! Ow!

Let me go, you beast!

I'm going to get a run in my stockings!

Upsy daisy!

Last time I agree to go to a motivational seminar with you!

Happy Valentine's Day!

2008-02-02T19:48:00.001-05:00

Waving The White Flag

2008-02-01T06:41:00.000-05:00

I have so many pictures that I have saved from the internet and thought maybe I should share some of them here. I love the ones that are in a series, showing the progression of a spanking. This set is one of my favorites.

Let's get started! A bit of a warm-up first.

Both feet up and a hand coming back! Must be getting serious now.

Oops! Panties and hose down and the white flag begins to wave.

Keep that hand back and unclench those cheeks!

Wonder where the panties landed?

Oooh - good impact shot! Someone is on their way to a well-spanked bottom. Life is as it should be.

My Own Delurk Days!

2008-01-30T18:48:00.000-05:00

*Warning* Whiny post ahead. Writer in need of a good spanking.

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.

Do I have any kindred spirits?

2008-01-29T08:22:00.000-05:00

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!)

Those Who Don't Get - Fantasize!

2008-01-27T20:20:00.000-05:00

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?

Just In Case Anyone Needs One.....

2008-01-26T20:16:00.001-05:00

It's here, it's here!

2008-01-22T20:36:00.000-05:00

Ok, I promised you a part three, and here it is. Please let me know if you like it. As usual, it includes a lot of my fantasies - spanking, butt plugs, a little ageplay - so please forgive me if it isn't all the things you like. Of course, it is probably more than any of us would care to experience in one evening, but that's what fantasies and story writing are for! Enjoy. Again, comments would be appreciated. If you missed the first two parts, click here for Part 1, and click here for Part 2.

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.

It's coming, it's coming!

2008-01-22T09:03:00.000-05:00

Ok, I get the message! I am now working on part 3 of the story about Leigh's bad day (down to the last few paragraphs actually). Sorry it has taken so long, but what with moving over Christmas and all the other crap that has happened in the last six months, I just haven't been in the mood for spanking stuff. Well, the mojo is starting to come back so I decided to give it a go. And there have been so many nice comments from those of you who were waiting for the next installment that I had to get moving. I promise I'll have the story posted in the next day or two. Of course, it would be easier to keep that promise if I had the threat of a spanking hanging over me - LOL! But that isn't going to happen so I'll just have to do my best to keep it on my own. Watch this space!

Britney Spears

2008-01-18T08:16:00.000-05:00

My husband and I were talking last night and the subject of the train wreck that is Britney came up. You know, I have a lot of compassion for people that have fallen and need a little help getting back to their feet. It happens. But where Britney is concerned, I just have this overwhelming, gut feeling, that what she really needs, what would do her a world of good, is a good old fashioned bare butt spanking! I'm sorry - I have tried to work up some sympathy for the girl, but she just seems to take every chance she is given and fling it back in the face of authority! She acts like a spoiled little brat who apparently thinks the world revolves around her and she can do whatever she wants and not have to answer to anyone. Does anyone else just really want to see someone take this child by the ear, drag her over their knee, give her a good talking to, and then blister her bottom? No fantasy about doing it myself, of course, as I am strictly a M/F bottom. And I don't have the desire for this to happen just because I would like to see her get what she deserves. Nor am I trying to plant some vision of kinky celebrity porn in the minds of you guys out there. I truly get the feeling that she really needs someone to put their foot down and show her what discipline is all about and how to get some in her life. I think it could only improve her attitude towards things. Any thoughts?

New Toy

2008-01-17T17:03:00.000-05:00

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?

Reminds me of our cat!

2007-12-09T20:23:00.000-05:00

I love this video! Enjoy.

Time Flies!

2007-12-06T06:09:00.000-05:00

No, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth. We have been so busy remodeling one house and trying to pack up another so we can move. I'm starting to panic - we haven't done much packing, the other house is almost ready, but not quite, and we have given notice that we will be out of our current house by the end of December! Aaaaahhhhhh! Deep breath. We'll get it done, I know we will. Next week is my big push for packing - we are going to concentrate on the other house for the rest of this week. So with all that going on, this part of my life has taken a back seat. We're too tired for much of anything right now, let alone anything really energetic! But we will get it back once everything calms down. I'll have some more stories to post soon. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas (we're kind of having to ignore that too this year!). See you soon.

October Goodie #2

2007-10-18T11:28:00.000-04:00

This is my favorite Halloween cartoon. Thanks to Endart! Hope all of you naughty witches get what you deserve - which is lots of candy, of course!

October Goodie

2007-10-10T09:12:00.001-04:00

Happy Halloween!

One of my favorite videos!

2007-10-09T08:16:00.001-04:00

This Is What I Need!

2007-10-08T10:51:00.000-04:00

A good old fashioned, pants-down, bare-bottom, OTK, kicking, wiggling, red butt, tension-relieving, smack me until I holler and then smack me some more, heat inducing spanking! Then, for good measure, stick me in the corner for a few minutes, and then yank me out and start all over again. Yes, I've finally caught my breath and a bad case of tingly tushie (I swear the damn thing is humming). Now the question is - how to provoke hubby into providing the aforementioned spanking (it's so hard when you're this perfect!). Any suggestions?
By the way, I've been BlogRolling my butt off so check out the great links on the left. I'll be adding more over the next few days. Also, I'm doing an on-topic word search puzzle. Give me all your spanking terms, types of implements, positions, etc. Final puzzle will be posted here so you can play with it. Just leave me all your ideas in a comment.

They Do Come In Threes.........................

2007-09-26T04:07:00.000-04:00

Ok, guys. I've had enough. Those of you that read my blog know that in August, my uncle died in the States. The day I came back, we found out the my mother-in-law's best friend of 60 years had passed away. So this past Sunday, we left for Scotland for the funeral. Mom knew that she was in no shape to go, but insisted that we go in her place. Later that morning, Mom's carer came in and decided she didn't look right. So the carer called an ambulance and they took Mom to the hospital. We finally found all this out Sunday afternoon and called the hospital. Nurses said she was doing well - had had a cup of tea and a cup of cocoa and was sitting up chatting with them. Told them we would call back the next day, which was the day of the friend's funeral. But the next morning, the hospital called us to tell us that Mom had had a massive heart attack in the early hours and passed away. We had to stay for the funeral so we got home last night (Tuesday). I've been in a fog for two days. Now we have to start making funeral arrangements for Mom, and it's all getting to be a bit much. It all needs to stop now. Just hope all of you are having a better couple of months than we are.

A Long-Awaited Continuation

2007-09-21T13:30:00.000-04:00

Hi all! Back when I first started this blog, I wrote a story called 'The Bad Day At His Mother's'. (August 2005 - it's in the archives.) I received nice comments on it and people wanted to hear how it turned out. Well, I've written the next part - turns out it's going to be a three-parter. So I thought I would post the second part. Now, I don't mean to be a complete comment whore, but I really would like some sort of feedback so I know if you guys are even interested in reading what I have to say. (Nobody even commented on the fact that it was my birthday a few days ago - *sniff*) One of the comments I got said that they hoped she got a spanking and cornertime in front of her mother-in-law. I couldn't quite go that far, but I hope this will do. That idea was partly the inspiration for this part of the story. Hope you all enjoy it, and please don't copy or re-post it anywhere. Thanks!

The Bad Afternoon

Leigh’s bottom was throbbing as she followed her husband back to his mother’s house. The spanking in the garage had made quite an impact on her backside. Her husband Mark only hoped it had had the same effect on her demeanour. He stepped aside to let her enter the back door ahead of him. She kept her head down and brushed past him, opting to head for the bathroom for a while before facing her mother-in-law, Jane. Mark stared at the closed bathroom door for a moment, shaking his head as he returned to the living room. He feared that things were going to turn out badly.

Jane looked up as he crossed the room and dropped heavily into an easy chair. ‘Everything all right, dear?’ she queried. ‘Yeah Mom, it’s fine. We were just.......... clearing up some stuff in the garage.’ His mother looked at him hard for a moment, but kept her suspicions to herself. ‘That’s good. Always helps to get things straightened out.’ Mark shot her a look to see if her face betrayed any idea of what she was really trying to say, but all she gave him was a warm smile. He decided she didn’t have a clue and relaxed. Now if only Leigh would behave.

He didn’t have long to wonder, and what unfolded over the next couple of hours did not please him. When Leigh emerged from the bathroom, she went straight to the other chair and plopped into it, wincing slightly as her sore bottom made contact with the cushion. She quickly regained her attitude, and sat with her arms folded across her chest and her legs crossed, the top one swinging back and forth in a defiant and aloof manner. Even though she pasted a smile on her face, Mark could see the black cloud behind her eyes that threatened to unleash a torrent at any moment. He knew his mother could see it too – how could you miss it? Both of them tried to draw her out with small talk, but Leigh wasn’t having any of it. She only spoke to answer a direct question, and any attempts to draw her into a conversation failed. Finally, Jane spoke to her son.

‘Mark, I think your poor wife is feeling very neglected. She looks so unhappy. Maybe you need to be paying a little more attention to her.’ ‘Mom, I give her plenty of attention!’ Mark replied. ‘Yes dear, I’m sure you do, but sometimes you need to give people your undivided attention at a specific moment in time.’ Mark gave her a long stare. ‘Are you saying...........’ he asked. She met his gaze. ‘All I’m saying, son, is that an opportunity missed is an opportunity lost.’ Both of them ignored Leigh as she stared at them wide-eyed, her eyes and mouth both open as it dawned on her what they were talking about. But it was too late. Mark slapped his hands on the armrests of his chair and rose to his feet. ‘In other words, Mom, no time like the present!’ He turned to his wife, who was doing her best to shrink from sight in her chair. Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet.

‘Leigh, please go wait for me in Mom’s bedroom. We need to ‘talk’,’ he ordered. Leigh could feel the blush starting at the tips of her toes and heading north. ‘But honey.....’ she hissed. Mark cut her off. ‘Don’t ‘honey’ me, young lady! You had your chance. Now, if you prefer, I can sit back down and we can ‘talk’ right here.’ Leigh glanced over at Jane to see if she was going to try and save her, but the older woman had busied herself with the TV guide. Leigh gave it one last try. ‘But we shouldn’t just leave your mother, darling. That would be rude!’ Mark snorted – she had a lot of nerve making that comment. ‘Don’t worry about me, dear,’ Jane said idly as she scanned the TV listings, feigning ignorance. ‘You go have a nice chat with your husband. Maybe it will make you feel better.’ A horrified look on her face, Leigh clapped a hand over her mouth and fled the room. Mark sighed. ‘If you’ll excuse me, Mom.....’ Jane picked up the remote. ‘Take your time son. I’m just going to watch a little telly. Oh, and sorry about the volume. My closed captioning isn’t working so I’m afraid I’ll have to turn it up rather loud.’ She aimed the remote and the TV flickered on. Another press on the volume control and the speakers were soon blaring. Mark gave her a grateful smile and headed off to the bedroom to tend to his wife.

He entered the room and found Leigh cowering by the wardrobe. He closed the door and strode towards her. Leigh felt like she was on the tracks and the four-fifteen from London was bearing down on her. She tried to slow him down, but it was like waving a red flag in front of a charging bull. He planted himself in front of her, glaring down in fury as her bravado began to melt. With the last ounce of indignation she had left, she hissed at him. ‘Surely you don’t intend to spank me here! Ok, ok! I know I deserve to be punished – but can’t it wait until we get home?’ ‘I don’t INTEND to do anything, young lady! I AM going to spank you – right here and now! I will also wait until we get home – to give you the other spanking that I promised you in the garage! Didn’t think you were getting out of that one, did you?’ he growled back at her. She tried one more protest. ‘But your mother – she’ll hear.......!’ Mark cocked an eyebrow. ‘You should have thought of that earlier. I warned you in the garage what would happen if you didn’t straighten up. Besides, don’t you hear that TV blaring out there? As long as you control yourself somewhat, she won’t hear much. Now, enough stalling. Drop those pants and bend over that bed!’

She hung back, hoping for a last minute reprieve. He leaned closer to her. ‘If I have to do it for you, little girl.........’ His implied threat was enough to shift her into action. She scurried over to the bed. With trembling hands, she undid her jeans and pushed them down, shivering as they slid to the floor. ‘Panties too!’ he ordered. Groaning softly, she peeled them down also and they joined the puddle of clothing around her ankles. Grabbing a pillow, she threw herself across the bed and buried her face in it.

Mark looked at her bare bottom as it quivered over the bed. He glanced around the room and his gaze fell on the antique wooden hairbrush on his mother’s dresser. Picking it up, he smacked it on the palm of his hand a couple of times and was rewarded with the sight of Leigh’s bottom bobbing up and down as she jumped at the sound. Dropping down beside her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her tightly to him. He tapped her bottom. ‘Ready?’ he asked. No response from his miserable wife. He tapped harder. CRACK! ‘Ow! Yes sir!’ she wailed, her voice muffled by the pillow. Raising his arm, he began the methodical correction of his errant wife.

The smacks sounded like gunshots as the wooden brush made contact with Leigh’s tender bottom. They reverberated around the room as her husband brought the evil instrument of destruction crashing down again and again. Each smack flattened her buttocks and the explosion of pain would be followed shortly by a yelp from Leigh as her brain registered the assault. After only about a dozen swats, Leigh was already wailing and kicking wildly, trying to twist away from the awful implement. Mark was getting tired of trying to hold her in place, so he lifted her slightly and slid one knee under her hips. Her legs were now between his and he was able to place his outside leg over hers and clamp them in place. Now that she was held down securely, he renewed his efforts. Another two dozen smacks of the brush left a blazing trail all over her behind and the top of her thighs. By now, Leigh was in a fog of pain and had forgotten all worries about being overheard. She bucked and howled with every blow. Before he finished, Mark concentrated a dozen more on her sensitive sit spot – that pudgy, meaty area where thigh meets bottom. Six stinging strokes on each side and he was done.

It took Leigh a few moments to register that fact. Mark kept her in place over his knee until she had calmed down, rubbing her bottom gently. When she was no longer squealing and thrashing about, he helped her to her feet. As soon as she was upright, her hands flew back to rub furiously at her flaming cheeks as she danced from foot to foot. Her howls had diminished to quiet sobbing as her brain cleared and she remembered where she was. She shuddered as she struggled to compose herself, her face now as red as her bottom from embarrassment. Mark could see she needed some time on her own, so he took her by the shoulders and led her to the corner of the room. She complied, shuffling along as best she could with her pants still around her ankles. When she was facing the wall, he spoke sternly in her ear. ‘Hands on your head, and keep your nose to that wall. I’ll let you know when you can come out. Now that the sequel is over, you can think about the third part of the trilogy waiting for you at home. Understood?’ ‘Yes sir,’ she sniffed. He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Rejoining his mother in the living room, he saw her gazing intently at the TV screen. Picking up the remote, he lowered the volume to a reasonable level. ‘Ok, Mom, you can quit the innocent act. I know you heard what happened.’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear. Will Leigh be coming back soon?’ Jane replied sweetly. ‘Yes, she will,’ Mark said. ‘In a few minutes – or about 30 of them, to be more exact. She’s having a bit of a .......... rest. So please don’t go in the bedroom.’ Jane smiled. ‘Of course, dear. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing her................. rest. I understand completely. Sometimes a cranky girl just really needs a good old fashioned .............. rest. Keeps them sweet-natured.’ Mark shot her a look. He could see the twinkle of recognition in her eyes, but she didn’t confirm it readily. She continued. ‘By the way – I’ve been clearing up some things around here. Too much stuff around that I don’t need any more. Before you leave, there is a lovely antique hairbrush on my dresser that was my mother’s. I want Leigh to have it, so would you please take it home with you today?’ Mark roared with laughter. ‘Ok, if that’s the way you want to play it, you evil old woman! Fine, I am sure Leigh would just LOVE to have your antique hairbrush handed down to her. We’ll tell her when she comes out and you’ll get to see for yourself just how pleased she is!’ Jane grinned sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders. ‘All I’m saying, son, is that it is important that things are ‘handed’ down in a family – you should be honoured to ‘take things in hand’ when they are given to you – passing the torch, so to speak, keeping the home fires burning. Carrying on family traditions. You know, you do take after your.............’ Mark sputtered, interrupting her. ‘Ahhhhhh! I get it Mom! No more double talk – Please! And let’s drop this discussion before I get more information about you and Dad than I need to know!’ But Jane couldn’t resist just one more. ‘Just so you know it’s all about what’s in the ‘genes’, dear.’ Mother and son exchanged one final knowing glance, and the topic of conversation was changed by mutual silent agreement.

A half hour later, Mark excused himself and went back to the bedroom. Leigh was still as he had left her – hands on her head, her bare bottom glowing. She jumped when the door opened. ‘It’s ok – it’s just me,’ he assured her. Going to her, he bent down and grasped her panties, sliding them back up her legs. She winced as he eased them over her swollen bottom. She quickly bent to pull up her jeans herself, giving a low yelp as she tugged them up and fastened them gingerly. She stood in front of her husband contritely, head down and fingers twisting together in front of her. ‘Ready to go out and behave now?’ he asked. She nodded meekly. Her eyes widened as he picked up the hairbrush again. ‘By the way. Mom said she was clearing up and she wants you to have this family heirloom. Be sure to thank her for it before we leave - nicely,’ he quipped as he handed it to her. The look of shock and horror on her face made it hard for him not to burst out laughing. He turned and left the room. She followed slowly, holding the brush between two fingers as if it were on fire.

Mark decided it was time to go. Back in the living room, he leaned down and gave his mother a hug. ‘We’re going to make a move for home now. Got a cat and fish waiting to be fed!’ He moved out of the way and motioned to his wife to make her good-byes. Leigh couldn’t bear to look her mother-in-law in the eye. She stammered and stuttered as she stared at the hairbrush in her hands. ‘Um – thank you – I can’t tell you how much I appreciate – I’ll take good care of it – um – thank you!’ Quickly leaning down, she gave Jane a quick peck on the cheek. Her face was flaming as she stood and grabbed her purse. Jane smiled. ‘You’re welcome darling. I just hope you get lots of good use out of it in the years to come!’ Leigh gave a small strangled noise as she kept her head down and made a bee-line out the front door. When she was out of earshot, Mark looked back at his mother, who grinned at him. He shook his head and let out a wry chuckle. ‘You really are evil, you know that? Love you!’ Giving her a quick wink, he followed his wife. ‘Love you both!’ his mother called out as the door clicked shut.

The drive home was sober and tense. Leigh didn’t speak, but sat quietly with her hands folded in her lap. She knew that once the talking started, it would become a lecture. She was soon proved correct. Mark spoke first. ‘You’ve had a bit of a bad day, haven’t you?’ Leigh could only nod as she looked down at the floorboards. Mark continued. ‘And unfortunately, it’s not over. Was it worth all this, young lady?’ ‘No sir,’ she mumbled. The worst part was, she knew it was all her own fault. He had given her plenty of chances and warnings, and she had defied every one of them. Next, she suspected, he was going to remind her of those facts. He didn’t let her down. ‘You know, I gave you every chance to behave on your own, and I warned you numerous times what would happen if you didn’t listen, but you chose to disobey me. You brought this all on yourself.’ If her bottom hadn’t been so sore, the way he echoed her thoughts would have been funny. But neither of them was in a laughing mood. She knew the next part that was coming – he was going to tell her what was going to happen when they got home. Silently, she waited for it.

His voice stayed low and even. ‘When we get home, you will go straight into the living room and into your corner. I want to see your bare bottom and your hands on your head. After you have had some time to think about your behaviour, you are getting a damn good paddling. Then you will go back to the corner for a while, and we will finish up the festivities with six with the cane.’ He stopped when she gasped out loud. ‘Don’t you think you have earned a dose of the cane for being such a brat, missy?’ he queried. ‘I – suppose so,’ she blurted out haltingly. ‘But do we have to – ‘ He raised his hand in warning. ‘Yes, we have to. And I don’t want to hear any whining about it either. Keep it up and I’ll double it.’ Leigh clamped her mouth shut and stayed that way the rest of the way home. As Mark parked the car in their driveway, she jerked the door open and fled into the house, wishing it could be a happier homecoming.

Watch this space for part three.