A Long-Awaited Continuation

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.

Bedtime Stories For Naughty Girls

Ok, I've written another one. First warning - as many spankos are, I am a bit anal. So if reading about BUTT PLUGS is not your thing, don't go any further. Second, please understand that the spanking scenario described in this LONG story is probably not one that I would want to live out - or expect that anyone else would want to either - it's just a fantasy and I chose to include a lot of those things that push my buttons. Who knows - maybe it would be a fun evening?! I don't know, but writing it sure was fun. LOL! Let me know if you enjoy reading it. As usual, please don't copy or repost this anywhere else.

Lazy Day Gone Bad

He came in the door so quietly that I didn’t hear him until it was too late. Even then, I only sensed he was there as I could feel his breath on my neck as he leaned over me, taking in the full view of the computer screen and the picture I was looking at. The monitor was filled with the image of a woman, bare bottomed and over the lap of a man who was applying a Lucite paddle to her glowing posterior. I had no time to shut it down before he grabbed the mouse and moved it out of my reach. Damn wireless gadgets!

‘Well, I’m glad that while I was at work all day, you had enough time to do all your work and find extra time to surf porn on the internet,’ he said quietly. ‘Welllllllllllllllll............’ I stammered. I hadn’t exactly done what I should have all day. And he was about to find out. ‘What do you mean, ‘well’?’ he asked evenly. ‘Are you telling me that you have been playing on the computer all day instead of getting things done around here?’ I didn’t answer – there was no need. My misdeeds were going to be discovered soon enough. I only hung my head in reply. ‘Ok,’ he sighed. ‘Let’s just get this over with and see what you HAVE done all day.’

I could only watch in despair as, with a few clicks of the mouse, my entire day’s history of surfing was before him in all its glory. It was obvious what I had been up to and this traitorous machine was giving up all my secrets like a twenty dollar hooker! I blushed harder and squirmed in my chair as he clicked through web site after web site, images of one spanking after another flashing across the screen. After going through about 20 sites, he closed the browser and pushed aside the mouse. ‘Well, I’ve seen enough, young lady. I can already see that the downstairs hasn’t been touched. But I think we’ll start upstairs and see what else you HAVEN’T done today. Move!’

He pulled me from the computer chair and pointed me in the direction of the stairs. I rushed to keep ahead of him as he swatted at my butt to keep me moving. Scampering up the steps, I came to a halt at our bedroom door. He looked in over my shoulder and my stomach flipped as I heard him tsking in disapproval. ‘I see the pile of laundry is still on the floor, and the bed isn’t even made! Ok, young lady, this is the situation. I am going to do the chores you didn’t do, even though I have worked all day. You will stand in the corner as I do each one, and you will get a spanking after each chore that I finish.’ He held up his hand to cut me off as I started to protest that I would do the work - he didn’t have to. ‘Hush!’ he ordered. ‘You had your chance. You chose not to do it, and you will be punished for being a lazy little girl. Now, first things first. Since the bed isn’t made, the pillows are in a handy pile in the middle of the bed. Drop your pants and get up there over the pile. Pillows under your hips, bare bottom nice and high. Move!’

I began to moan softly as I pushed my sweatpants and panties down to my knees. Awkwardly, I scrambled on to the bed and threw myself across the pile of pillows. Grabbing handfuls of bedding in each fist, I waited for the sting of the first swat. I jumped when I instead felt him pull my bottom cheeks apart and insert the small butt plug into my tight hole. I squealed and twisted in protest and was answered by a slap to my bottom. ‘Don’t argue young lady! This will help keep your mind on things while you’re spending time in the corner this evening!’ I could only tremble as he pushed the plug in up to its hilt. When it was firmly seated, he gave me six hard swats. ‘Off the bed and into the corner. Now!’ I hurried to obey and stood, barebottomed and shamefaced, facing the wall. I could hear him moving about the room as he straightened sheets and put the pillows back in place. When he was done, he took my arm and spun me around, propelling me straight towards the foot of the bed. With my pants around my thighs, I stumbled forward and fell across the mattress, exactly in the position he wanted me.

I buried my face in the mattress as he picked up the paddle. From the very first whack against my bottom, he had me squealing. They were not light taps and he meant for every one to drive his message, not to mention that infernal butt plug, home. I was reading him loud and clear. He applied twenty steady strokes, each one a buttock flattening scorcher. By the time he finished, I was yelping and drumming my toes on the carpet.

He finally told me to stand and I sprang to my feet, furiously rubbing my bottom as I tried to ease the sting. He picked up the load of laundry off the floor and motioned me to go ahead of him to the stairs. ‘Leave them!’ he barked as I reached down to pull my pants back up. So with my face now as red as my bottom, I shuffled as fast as I could ahead of him as we headed back down to the kitchen.

Next, I was directed to stand with my nose to the wall next to the washing machine. He opened the door to the machine to load the clothes and I heard him chuckle as it swung back towards my bottom. It didn’t take me long to figure out the source of his amusement. We have a front loading washer with a door that opens to the side and the door has a window in it. When it swung out behind me, my red bottom was perfectly framed in the window. I groaned in embarrassment. But that was the least of my worries. The door to the washer clicked shut. ‘Come here, little girl. Time for your laundry spanking.’ I turned around and saw that he had placed a wooden chair in front of the washer. I was instructed to stand behind it, lean over the back, and grab the seat. When I was in place, he picked up my garden sandal that was by the back door. Placing a hand on my back, he placed another twenty rapid, hard swats on my bottom, making me squeal and squirm as the loud slaps echoed through the room. ‘I would suggest you save your voice, missy. You have a long evening ahead of you!’ he warned. Taking my arm, he stood me up and moved me around the chair, plopping me down on the hard seat. My stomach sank at his next order. ‘Now you can sit there and watch the machine. Let me know when it’s done – I’m going to read the paper and watch the news!’ No! This stupid machine took forever – I was going to be sitting there for an hour!

It was the longest load of laundry I had ever seen. My bottom was burning and prickling as I sat on the hard wood. All I could do was watch as the machine slowly progressed through each cycle. Even though I knew I had more spankings coming, I was overjoyed to see the last spin cycle. ‘It’s done!’ I yelled. After a few moments, he appeared in front of me, arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised. ‘Did I hear you correctly? Did you just bellow at me?’ Gulping, I quickly blurted out a more acceptable reply. ‘I’m sorry. The machine is finished ........... sir.’ ‘That’s better. Now please move yourself and your chair over to the dryer.’ I gulped. Was he going to make me watch the dryer too?

Thankfully (sort of), that was not the case. After moving the wet clothes to the dryer and starting it up, I was once again bent over the back of the chair. Twenty more hard cracks of the sole of the sandal on my already hot bottom soon had me crying out and tears forming in my eyes. But I was given no time to compose my self before being jerked upright and told to take my chair over by the sink. Again I had to sit on my sore bottom and watch as he washed up the load of dishes. I tried to blubber out my apologies and beg him to let me finish the work, but was quickly silenced by his stern glare. I sat there miserably as he washed and rinsed each dish. When he was done, he dried his hands. ‘Go get the stool,’ was all he said. I scurried to bring back the stool and placed it in the middle of the room. I saw that he now had the wet wooden spoon in his hand that had just been washed. ‘Bend over please. As far as you can and grab the rung.’

I did as he said, now standing on tiptoe as I grabbed the footrest of the stool and pulled myself as far over as I could. I twitched as the spoon began tapping on my upturned bottom. ‘Young lady, I have counted each piece of dishware that I just washed. There were a total of 38, so I think it is highly appropriate that you get one swat for each piece. And just so you don’t get cheated, I think you should count each one. Ready?’ I could tell the spoon was hovering and I tensed in anticipation. ‘Yes sir!’ I wailed. SMACK! The wet wood of the spoon stung my tender bottom like bee stings. ‘One!’ I hollered. CRACK! ‘Two!’ SWAT! ‘Ow! Three!’ SPLAT! ‘Wahhh! Owowowow! Please, I’ll be good! Four!’ The blows continued to fall, and I continued to squall and count each one. By twenty, I was bouncing up and down, my buttocks jiggling as I danced in place over the stool. As the last loud crack rang out like a gunshot, I was limp, tears running down my cheeks as I called out the last number. ‘Owwwww! Ahhhh! I’m soooorrry! Thirty eight!’

He gave me a few moments to pull myself together before telling me to stand. I did so haltingly, my hands flying back to grip my bruised, battered bottom. ‘Hands off,’ he warned in a low voice. I let them fall to my sides, sniffling as I stood there, looking at the floor. He then gently led me over to the wall beside the dryer. To my dismay, there was not to be any mercy shown tonight. I was told to put my nose to the wall and stay there until the dryer was finished. It wasn’t a long time – there were only about 15 minutes left on the timer, just enough time for the throbbing in my bottom to ebb somewhat. I was grateful for that as I assumed that my punishment wasn’t over for the evening. I was soon proved correct.

I jumped when the buzzer when off, signalling the end of the drying cycle. My eyes grew wide as he came back into the room, the plastic ruler in his hand. Laying it down on the counter next to me, he gave me my next order. ‘I am going to fold the clothes now. I want you to count each piece that comes out, and then you are going to get one stroke of the ruler for each one. Understood?’ I nodded miserably. ‘Yes sir,’ I mumbled. He began to fold, and I began to count. ‘One.....’

Luckily, it was a small load. By the time he was finished, I had reached 23. He even made me count the socks as two items! As he picked up the pile of clothes, he gave me my next order. ‘Go into the living room. I want you to place yourself across my footstool, bottom in the middle so it’s nice and high. When I get back from putting these away, I want to see that naughty bottom in the air so I can paddle it good!’ He left the room and I stood for a moment, trembling. But the sound of him moving around upstairs soon had me scurrying for the living room. I didn’t want to be caught disobeying his orders. I had just thrown myself over the stool and was laying there, arms crossed on the floor with my face buried in them, when he came back into the room. He sat down on the couch and observed me as I lay there in front of him. ‘Good girl,’ he commented as he patted my bare bottom. ‘You remembered to lay facing to the right so I can spank with my left hand!’ My whole body flushed in embarrassment and I tensed as I waited for the first crack of the ruler.

Tap,tap, tap. ‘How many pieces of laundry was it, naughty girl?’ he asked. I sobbed out a reply. ‘Twenty three sir!’ ‘Good. Now be still and take your punishment. No need to count – I’ll keep track of these.’ I heard the swish as the ruler whistled through the air. The pain exploded in my bottom as it made contact. It lifted and then crashed down again. Over and over it fell. I lost count and prayed that he hadn’t. After one particularly sharp crack, my hand flew back to try to protect my bottom. He grabbed my wrist with his free hand and pinned it to the small of my back. ‘You know better than that, missy!’ he growled. ‘That just earned you a dozen extra.’ By the time the last of the now-thirty-five strokes fell, I was bucking over the stool and my legs were flailing wildly in the air. My hips were rocking from side to side and it took me a few moments to realize he had finished. I lay there sobbing into the carpet until I heard him tell me to get up. With no ceremony or reprieve, I was again directed to the corner of the room. ’30 minutes, young lady. And hands on head,’ he commanded softly. I did as I was told, wishing I could reach down and rub the sting out of my bottom. But I knew the consequences of any such action, and I stayed put.

When the time was over, he came and pulled me from the corner, turning me around and wrapping his arms around me. I melted in to his chest, crying my apologies into his shirt and promising to be a much better girl in the future. He smoothed my hair and rubbed my back. ‘Shhhh, that’s enough. It’s ok,’ he murmured. ‘Now pull your pants up and you can sit and watch TV with me for a while before bed.’ ‘Um, what about the............?’ I asked as I looked up at him shyly. ‘You will leave that in for now,’ he said quietly. ‘When I put you to bed in an hour............’ He stopped when I stuttered out a protest and looked at him in surprise. It was only 8pm now! ‘An hour? I don’t want to go to bed at nine o’clock, damnit! You can’t make me!’I stamped my foot and my hands were clenched into fists at my side, my face scrunched up in a dark pout. His face, which had been loving and approving only seconds before, now clouded over in shock and anger. ‘Don’t argue with me, little girl! You have been very naughty today. I was about to tell you that I would take the plug out when I put you to bed. But because of that childish outburst, not only are you going up to bed now, without any supper as well, but you are going over my knee first for a dose of the hairbrush before I remove it.’ He raised a warning hand as I opened my mouth to protest again. ‘Still giving me lip? Apparently you haven’t learned enough of your lesson yet! Tomorrow morning, you are getting the plug put back in and you will wear it all day to remind you to get your work done!’

Grabbing my by the wrist, he stomped up the stairs, dragging me behind him. I was already crying again as he sat on the edge of the bed and flung me over his right knee. Roughly rolling me from side to side, he yanked my pants back down to my knees, baring my still red bottom. He locked his left leg over both of mine and wrapped his right arm around my waist, grabbing my outside wrist and tucking it under my belly. This was not going to be a gentle bed time spanking. Picking up the hairbrush from the nightstand in his left hand, he began to wail away on my exposed backside. It only took a few strokes before my defiant attitude melted away and I became a contrite little girl again, howling and wailing over his lap as I begged him to stop. My pleas became promises, loud guarantees that I was sorry and would never misbehave again. Still the cracking strokes fell, each one making me buck and writhe over his knee. He had me so effectively pinned down that there was no hope for escape. He smacked my bare skin over and over again with the unyielding wooden brush until I was sobbing and limp, all fight gone from me.

I howled anew when he pulled my swollen buttocks apart to remove the plug. ‘Shhhh, easy girl,’ he said quietly as he popped the plug from between my throbbing cheeks. My pants and panties were now around my ankles and he released his leg lock on me so I could kick them off. He let me lay there for a few moments before slowly guiding me to my feet and around to my side of the bed. He pulled back the covers and I threw myself facedown, clutching my pillow to me and sobbing into it. Placing a fat, fluffy pillow on each side of me by my hips, he gently pulled the sheet up over me, the extra pillows keeping it from settling on my aching behind. As he leaned over to kiss me goodnight, I threw my arm around him and told him again how sorry I was and that I promised to be a good girl in the future. He chuckled. ‘Trying to get out of wearing the plug tomorrow, are we?’ ‘No sir!’ I assured him quickly. ‘I’ll take my punishment – all of it – like a good girl. I promise.’ ‘That’s my babes,’ he smiled. ‘Now goodnight.’ I dropped my head to the pillow and soon drifted off to sleep.

I slept deeply and soundly – the sleep of the contented, one who knows she is loved and cared for. By the time I stirred to his early morning ministrations, I had been out for over ten hours. But with what was coming, it wasn’t long enough. It was only 6:30am – he had to leave at 7. I was lying on my side, curled up in a ball with my back to him. I opened one eye as I felt him pull the covers back and expose my bare bottom, the cool morning air on my bare skin digging in to my consciousness. Groaning, I tried to roll towards him, but he stopped me with a hand on my hip. ‘No, baby, lay still. You’re right where I want you. This won’t take long,’ he whispered. I groaned again as I felt his probing fingers work their way into the crack of my bottom, pulling the top cheek up and uncovering my tight hole. I began to whimper as I felt the tip of the butt plug poking its way in. ‘Deep breath,’ he ordered. ‘And no whining.’ He has a very effective method of inserting butt plugs. I have to take a deep, belly expanding breath of air. This also makes your bottom push out and opens the sphincter. As I do this, he applies firm pressure to the base of the plug. As I breathe out, I have to clench my buttocks, which works to draw the plug in. Breath, clench, breath, clench. Soon, the plug had slid all the way in and was firmly nestled between my cheeks. ‘Remember,’ he warned as he sat beside me and stroked my bottom as he lectured, ‘this is to stay put. You may take it out to use the bathroom but then you will put it back in. Let it remind you to get busy and do what you need to do today. I expect to find it in place when I get home, and there will be an inspection. You’re going to get one more short paddling before I take it out, and then this will all be over. Be a good girl today and get your chores done so we don’t have to prolong this punishment, ok?’ I was not thrilled to hear that I had another paddling coming, but I didn’t want to make the situation worse. ‘Yes sir,’ I mumbled into my pillow. Before he left, he kissed me goodbye and pulled the covers back up over my curled body. Surprisingly, I was able to drift off for another hour or so before the intruder in my butt convinced me to get up and start my day. I dressed slowly and went downstairs, only to find that there was one more surprise waiting for me on the kitchen table...............................

Shall I continue?

Like I Didn't Know This Already!

Your Score: SPANK SLUT

You are 93% spankable!

You loved to be spanked, good and hard, with any available object. You will take it as hard as anyone is willing to give it. You are probably guilty of provoking your lover into spanking you, by flagrant misbehavior or verbal challenges. Hell, your ass is probably red right now. We wouldn�t be surprised if you are standing at the keyboard, because it hurts to sit down.

Link: The How Spankable Are You Test written by bazz22 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Thanks to AngelBrat for the link!

Happy Birthday to me!

Well, yesterday was my birthday! We don't talk about which one anymore, we just celebrate the fact that it is. If we go by the age we feel, I just turned 35 - LOL! Had a very nice day. Went out to dinner the night before and my sweet hubby had to give me my birthday present that night. He's worse than a kid at Christmas - couldn't wait until the day to give it to me. I got a Nintendo Wii - wheeeeee! Having lots of fun with that. Got my birthday spanking TWO days before, on Friday night. We had to pick our time for that as his daughter is visiting and she was out for the evening. Anyway, convinced him to stray from the usual over the bed or over his knee scenario. Ended up bent over the stool in the kitchen while he tried out various kitchen implements on my bare butt. Decided his favorite was this rigid plastic thing that you hold across the edge of a saucepan to drain it. Yeouch!!! Of course, I had NO idea that that would make a good spanking implement when I bought it.............. Yeah, right!
So I got quite a few very sharp smacks with that - enough to make my bottom sting. Then that led to 'other' things - right there in the kitchen! Oh my! No, I won't go into those details here. Suffice to say a good time was had by all. Had ourselves all pulled together and innocently watching TV when the offspring came back in. Thanks for the nice comments - I'll post another fantasy picture soon.

Roadside fantasy

Anyone else have this fantasy? This is how mine goes.
We're driving along - probably going some place I don't want to go. I'm sitting there pouting - there is only stony silence from me. He makes attempts at conversation, all of which I ignore as I stare out the window, arms crossed tightly across my chest. Finally, I hear him growl. 'Young lady, if you don't straighten up, I swear I'll pull this car over and spank that mood right out of you!' I mumble a reply under my breath - 'Yeah, right!' Big mistake. I didn't say it quietly enough. He suddenly makes a hard right turn down a country lane. Once out of sight of the main road, he slides the car to a halt in a cloud of dust. I sit there, wide-eyed, as he storms over to my side of the car and yanks the door open. Grabbing my arm, he pulls me out of the car. 'No! Wait! I'm sorry! I'll behave, I promise!' I stutter in protest. Too late. I find myself face down, laying across the warm hood of the car. I gasp as he rapidly dispatches my pants and panties to my knees. Feelings of panic at being discovered bare bottomed on the side of the road are soon forgotten as he delivers hard, fast smacks to my bottom. All worries of being seen or heard are no longer an issue - each loud slap is followed by an equally loud squeal from me. When my bottom is hot and red, and I am yelling out my apologies and my promises to be good, he stops. I bolt upright, rubbing my bottom and dancing in the dirt until I am told to get my pants up and get back in the car. I do so, lowering myself gingerly in to my seat. He gets back behind the wheel, turns the car around, and goes back to the main road. And just when I think my ordeal is over, he informs me sternly that the minute we get home, I am to drop my pants and go straight to the corner for 30 minutes. I start to breathe easier. I can handle half an hour with my red backside on display. But my stomach plummets when he continues and tells me that my punishment is not over! After my cornertime, he says, he is going to put me over his knee and take the hairbrush to my naughty behind until he is sure I have learned my lesson! The rest of the trip is spent in a different kind of silence........................................
So there you go. Pictures like this can really get my mind rolling along. The challenge is to figure out how to make these things happen - LOL! I also really like the handprint that shows up in this picture. Gives it a great reality factor.
Anyone want to hear any more of my picture fantasies?

DUH!

Gee, I guess that little trash can that shows up under each comment is what you use to delete an individual comment! Ok, ok, I plead jet lag. So I'm home now. Not much going on in the spanking department - I haven't even finished unpacking yet! And we have company coming this evening and they'll be here for the next six days. So the last two days have been spent getting my house presentable after just the hubby and the cat being here for the last five weeks. Hope no one looks too close at anything! LOL! But the worst thing is that I came back home to another death in the family - this time on this side of the pond. We literally found out about it as we were loading my suitcases in to the car at the airport - they called on my husband's cell phone. That means we may have to go to Scotland next week for another funeral. Sheesh. They say these things come in threes. I don't want to contemplate that one......................

Some people need a hobby........

Well, crud. I've had to switch to moderated posting on the comments for non-registered users because some people have nothing better to do than spam other people - GRRRRR! Does anyone know if you can delete individual comments? If we can't, we sure should be able to. Anyway - I'll be flying home in just three days! I have mixed feelings about that. I sure miss my hubby, but I don't want to go back to England. Oh well. For the time being, that's how it has to be. So after I get home, give me a week to get rid of jet lag and then I should be back posting. Right after I get home we have company coming as my birthday is next weekend. From one craziness straight in to another. Hmmm - might take a couple of weeks to settle back in to some form of normal life! Hope everyone is having a good summer.

Just a quick hello.........

Hi everyone! I actually feel like I am talking to someone now after all the nice comments and entries in the guestbook - thank you all! I am still in the States - really can't post much as my time on the internet and my privacy are limited. But I'll get back up to speed when I return. It is nice to be back where there is an actual summer going on. Just wish it was under better circumstances. Looking forward to posting some more stories when I get back so check back later. Thanks again for all the kind words!

Going out of town

Well, I've had better days. The bad news is that my favorite Uncle has passed away in the States. So on Tuesday, I am flying home for a while. Actually, a month. Leaving the cat and fish in the care of the hubby. So while I am gone, I will have irregular access to my blog. I am taking my laptop with me, but I will only have internet access when I am somewhere that has it. I'll be staying at my Mom's most of the time, and she is such a technophobe that if the power goes out, my brother has to go to her house to make the VCR stop blinking 12:00. Yes, VCR. Not even a dvd in sight. But when I go to my brother's or to friend's houses, I 'll be able to log on there and check in.

Also, I received a message asking if I had ever continued the story that I posted on here a couple years ago, A Bad Day At His Mother's. First, thank you for asking! Second, yes I have written the next part. I will post it when I get back the second week in September. So watch for it then! As it turns out, it is going to be about a 4 parter. Already started work on part 4 - somehow I missed part 3 and will have to come back to that - LOL! See you all soon.

Chat Room!

I have found a chat room option. On the left side of the page, down towards the bottom, there is a button for a chat room. Click on it and a new window will pop up. Type in a name to use. Then it will load a box for a password. You don't need one. Just click on Enter Without Password. The box will load - just give it a minute. Hope to see you there sometime! If anyone has a request for a specific chat time, let me know.

It Was A 2Fer Night!

All in all, not a bad night! I did get my double dose this evening, as promised (well, I'm posting after midnight, so technically it was last night. Anyway, it was Thursday!). The first was over his knee with the leather paddle in the living room (sounds like a twisted version of Clue). Nice and stingy. The second, about an hour later, was over the end of the bed with the lexan paddle, the wooden paddle, and six with the crop - which he made me count! Owwww! But the funny thing is, it's now just a couple of hours later and most traces are gone. The heat is definitely gone. And there's just a little bit of soreness there, but not enough to make it uncomfortable to sit or anything like that. And even that will have disappeared by morning. I've always loved the idea of 'by the time I'm through with you, young lady, you won't be able to sit down for a week'. But I've also come to realize that with my iron butt, you would have to half kill me to accomplish that, so I guess I'll take a pass! Great for fantasy, but not for reality. I do wish the heat and sting would last just a bit longer though. And we did break one of the 'rules' of the week-long crash course - yes, he had his way with me after the second round. Well, can't really blame him. Besides, I might be a little insulted if the sight of his wife on the bed on all fours with a naked red bottom didn't entice him to make like a Great Dane! LOL!

Born Too Late?

I just love these old vintage spanking photos. Him in his shirt sleeves, her with her panties pulled down just low enough for her bottom cheeks to peep out. The target area prettily framed by her panties and lifted skirt. That's what I like to see. Some of the pictures now are just too overtly sexual - everybody naked, ready to jump each other when the spanking stops! I guess I like the spankings that are more 'real' - more discipline than foreplay. That's what makes these old photos believable to me. I can imagine that he has come home from work and found out that she put a dent in the car that day. Over she goes, pants down, commence spanking! And you can imagine her getting up when he is done and going to the kitchen to start dinner while he sits down with the newspaper. Of course, in my house, my hubby would go to the kitchen to start dinner - LOL! We have decided it's better if I don't cook. But even if I don't want to live the 1950's lifestyle, it's fun to fantasize about the 1950's spankings. I also wonder if these folks are still around! Do they know their photos are floating around on the internet? Or do some of their family ever see these and recognize them? Wouldn't that be a shock? 'Mom! Dad! Oh my God!' Or even worse - 'Grandma! And that's not Grandpa!'

So what do you like? What do you want to see? I can tell by my counter that a lot of people are stopping by, but no one comments. Leave me a message - tell me what you want to see and I will do my best to find it (as long as it relates to spanking, that is!). I hate feeling like I'm talking to myself here. Every blogger wants feedback - otherwise, we'd go back to the little notebook with the lock on the outside.

Oh, and I missed out last night on my third spanking. But there were reasons. My hubby's mother is in the hospital and we had to go see her. Nothing serious - just some tests and getting her meds straightened out - but it was time consuming and tiring. Hubby insists that I'm getting a double dose tonight. We'll see!

Revisiting The Corner Time Poll

Back when I started this blog, I had taken a look at Corner Time by viewing a poll over on LDD and conducting one of my own here. At that time, 110 women had responded over on LDD and 20 had responded here. My analysis of the outcome is in one of my earlier posts. Looking at the polls 2 years later, I see that there have been quite a few people still voting and with interesting results.
My poll now has 223 female responses. 158 of them say they receive some form of corner time. Don't know if they like it or not, but they get it anyway! 51 of them don't get it and do want it - that's about 25%! I fall in to that category, by the way. Only 14 said they don't get it and are glad they don't. That's around 5%.
Over on LDD, there are 1024 female responses. 573 get corner time in one way or another. Again, don't know how they feel about it but they accept it. 303 don't get it and wish they did - a full 30% of them. 148 - about 15% - don't get it and don't want it.
On my poll, about 50% of the men (15 out of 32) said they don't give corner time with half of those saying maybe they should and the other half saying they wouldn't. On LDD, it's about 20% (60 out of 246) with the division between those who think they should and those who wouldn't being split down the middle again. Guys, I think the ladies are trying to tell you something!
So if I have done my numbers correctly, it looks like the guys are still missing an opportunity or not fulfilling a need that many of the women have. Nice to know I'm not alone when I feel like I'm missing something. Either we ladies have to speak up (I'm all for that lately!), or our men need to start giving marching orders - straight to the nearest corner. Look at the bright side guys - it's something you can do for her that doesn't cost you anything, and you have the added benefit of a lovely view!

So Where Have I Been?

When I started this blog, I had hoped that my journey from fantasy to reality would be at warp speed. Should have known that wasn't going to happen! But, after all, I had married a spanko who I met online in a spanking community, so it was a natural assumption. How was I to know he was going to turn in to a vanilla? The answer to our vows should have been 'I did, but not anymore!' I found one of those men who has (actually, had) no problem tanning the backside of a friend but can't bring himself to hurt the woman he loves. He didn't like the idea of 'punishing' me. Just my luck. I did my best to convince him that by not 'hurting' me, he was really hurting me. I hinted, I bratted, I pouted, I sulked - I even came right out and asked for it! That would work - that one time. Then I got tired of asking. After all, this is not The Love Boat, my name is not Julie, and I am not the freakin' cruise director! So I gave up for a while. I guess that was about the time I stopped updating this blog - about two years ago. We would engage in the usual erotic foreplay spanking. Not complaining, mind you - that was better than nothing. But I'm one of those people who craves the authority figure - the big strong man who will protect you and save you from yourself. The one who will spank the crank out of you when you're spinning out of control. The one who will make you feel safe and secure and cared for.
So for a while I backed off and decided to let it go. And I kind of have for the last couple of years. Oh, I've bratted once in a while to push him far enough to flip me over and redden my butt. But not once was it not followed by sex - so back to foreplay.
Now recently I have started a yahoo spanking community. It is, of course, related to spanked wives. It's actually a revival of the one we met on when it was on MSN until they kicked out all the adult groups and sent us to Siberia, otherwise known as World Groups. Awful place unless you happen to like ads for porn popping up at you all over the place. Anyway, he knows I have restarted the group and has watched the progress of it with me over the last week, and it is doing fairly well. Then I got to thinking (always a dangerous thing).
What I thought of was a letter. Carefully worded, designed to nudge him towards what I was hoping for without scaring him off. I seem to be able to make myself understood better in writing. The following is what I came up with -

Hi honey,

I’ve been thinking that I can’t really run a website for spanked wives when I am not one. Sounds a little hypocritical, don’t you think? So since we have talked about this many times and gotten nowhere, I decided that I am literally going to spell it out for you. I have a proposal for you – a chance for you to put your money where your mouth is, or put your hand where my butt is, so to speak. I’m going to top from the bottom for now, big time. Interested?

Ok, here’s what I propose. In order to get you used to spanking me, and get my bottom used to being spanked, I want this week to be a crash course. Starting tonight, I want you to spank me every evening. It sounds like a lot, but I think they should be fairly short, maybe five minutes max, starting out easy with your hand to warm me up and then progressing in speed and force, and changing part way through to the implement of your choice (no canes yet though!). By the time you are done, I want to have a thoroughly hot spanked bottom. Remember, ‘stop’ does not mean stop. ‘You can’t make me’ doesn’t mean you can’t make me. Trying to get away does not mean I want to get away. If I put back a hand to protect my bottom, it does not mean stop. It means you might need to pin my hand behind my back to keep it out of the way. We have a safe word and I know how to use it.

I also want you to take control of the mindset of the situation. Talk to me, scold me, tell me I’ve been naughty, tell me what to do, tell me what you are going to do. This may all sound like a lot to start, but there are parts of my fantasies that I need to live out. If we are out shopping this week and I start to put something we don’t really need in the cart, I want to hear whispered in my ear, ‘If you buy that, young lady, I am going to paddle your bottom when we get home’. Then in the car on the way home, I need to hear ‘You do realize you have a spanking coming when we get home, don’t you?’ And when we get home, follow through! If you want me to stand in the corner with my bottom on display either before or after a spanking, say so. Also as part of the mindset, I think I should be expected to refer to you as Sir during a spanking (or Daddy, or Uncle, or anything else you prefer). In case you haven’t noticed, authority figures really make me tingle!

So the scenario I am suggesting is this – every night this week, I would like you to initiate a spanking, maybe by telling me it is time for one, or by sending me to fetch a particular implement and bring it to you. Then I would like you to be the one to bare my bottom and direct me in to the position of your choice – over your knee, over a stool, etc. I will probably be most cooperative up to this point – once the spanking starts, I can’t guarantee anything. Resistance is part of the spankee mindset, but it should be futile. It can be in any room – but if you choose the bedroom, I DO NOT want it to be foreplay as this is not about sex right now. This is about getting a few of my fantasies worked out, and getting you to feel more comfortable about asserting your authority and to get you to stop worrying about hurting me. It’s about eventually increasing the spontaneity of our spanking life. Need I remind you again about where we met? I think we just need to start this somewhere and then, as we get more comfortable, we can work on making it something we are both happy with and making sure we both get what we need from each other. After all, turn about is fair play.

There you go. You always say you indulge me. I’m hoping you will indulge me in this. Think of it this way – you can indulge me with the added benefit of not spoiling me – and it’s easier on the wallet! I’m tired of only reading about the things I want to experience. The internet is a poor substitute for a warm bottom. And please lose the attitude that you don’t like the idea of punishing me – I’m far from perfect and could only benefit from some correction once in a while, and you are the one I am entrusting with that privilege. Lots of men would kill for that chance, you know. So I’m leaving the ball in your court. If you don’t want this, just let it lie and I won’t bring it up again (probably). I certainly can’t force you to do anything you are not interested in.

Love you!

I left the letter in the place where he always checks the mail when he gets home from work. This was Monday. He took it in the other room and read it while I played dumb and kept quiet. I had decided I wasn't going to say another word and I wasn't going to get upset if nothing came of it - well, I was going to try not to get upset!
So what happened? All I can say is - WOO HOO! I'm not going to let myself get too excited about things yet, but we have made a start. Monday night I went up to make our bed as I had washed all the bedding that day. He came up and stood in the doorway waiting for me to finish. When I was done, he blocked my exit from the room and I found myself bent over the foot of the bed! Started with his hand on the seat of my pants. Then the pants were peeled down and I got more on the panties. Then the panties were gone and he continued on my bare butt. After warming it up quite nicely, he switched to the leather paddle. He spanked until it was quite hot and stingy back there, but not to where any of my limits were. That's ok - I don't expect that in the beginning. When he let me up, I hugged him and said thank you. I didn't want to say too much more, but on the way down the stairs, I couldn't resist throwing a comment of 'Just so you finish what you started!' over my shoulder. I know - once a brat, always a brat.
Tuesday night - me sitting here on the couch - biting my tongue - determined to keep my mouth shut. He left me in suspense thru dinner and a couple of TV shows. Finally, at 9pm, he took my hand and pulled me off the couch. To my surprise, he pushed me across the room until I was standing in front of the small desk with my stack of text books on it that I haven't touched in quite some time. (I'm self studying for a new profession I want to get in to.) From behind me, I hear 'And just how long has it been since you cracked one of those books, young lady? I know for a fact they haven't moved for at least a week!' Color me shocked! Didn't think he had noticed! I had to admit that he was right and I hadn't been doing the reading I should. Next thing I know, he's sitting on the footstool and I'm head down over his knee. Started right out with the paddle - first over sweat pants, then just panties, then on the bare. This time I was starting to get vocal with each swat. I was also getting the lecture throughout the spanking that I had better quit spending so much time on the computer (oops!) and get busy with my books starting tomorrow! Very sore butt by the time he let me get up!
So there you have it. We have made it thru two days of the proposed week long spankings. I'm hoping and praying we make it thru the whole week. After that, who knows? I may have to top from the bottom again and suggest a weekly system, but I'm going to play it by ear (or butt) for now. He really seemed to be getting into it on the second night - saying things like 'That's better!' after landing a particularly good smack with the paddle, keeping me over his knee for a while after he was done spanking, etc. Maybe I'm just full of wishful thinking, but it's all I've got right now. One thing is certain - I'm going to be in a state of nervous anticipation for the rest of the week! But it's a good nervous - I'm looking forward to seeing what he comes up with tonight. Maybe I won't touch those text books after all...................................

Story Board

When I get bored, I naturally play with Microsoft Publisher! Just some of my favorite pictures. Click on it to make it bigger and readable.

A Quiz......................

Just to get back in the swing of things -

You scored as Over the Lap, You enjoy the personal touch and physical intimacy inherent in lying across your spanker's lap. Brought to you by My Bottom Smarts. Over the Lap 92% Over the Back of the Couch 83% The Diaper Position 75% Tied to the Bed, Propped with Pillows 58% The Bent-Over Ankle Grab 58% What is My Favorite Spanking Position? created with QuizFarm.com

I'm coming back!

OMG! I had lost the link to this blog and just now found it! And I'm amazed at how I found it. While reading another blog, the writer quoted a statement found on another blog. I thought 'That looks familiar!' Did some digging, found my blog, and sure enough! I had written that statement 2 years ago! So now that I've found it again, seems a pity not to try to bring it back to life. Once I get my thoughts together, I'll get back to it.

I'm still here!

I know, I know - I'm a bad girl for not posting sooner! But my hubby has been gone on business more than he's been home for the last two months, and I have gone disappointingly unspanked. Hmph! He comes home tomorrow though, and I'm hoping the situation will be rectified by tomorrow night *WEG* So, in the meantime, I decided to write a story. Those who can't do and all that stuff........... Anyway, here it is. Hope you like it.

The Bad Day at his Mother’s

She sat there on the bench at the end of her mother-in-laws garden, sullenly smoking and flicking her ashes into the grass. She had retreated out there soon after their arrival and had stubbornly refused her husband’s entreaties to come back inside and visit with his mother. Even though she loved her mother-in-law, the visits always bored her silly and she usually managed to convince her husband to go without her. Today, however, he had insisted that she accompany him. The pouting had begun the minute she had flung herself into the car, and it wasn’t showing any signs of abating soon.
Sitting there starting at the ground, she was so engrossed in her black mood that she didn’t hear the back door open. She only realized she wasn’t alone when her husband’s feet stepped into her line of vision. Looking up, she gave him her best scowl and then proceeded to look past him, focusing her eyes on some distant point.
Mark sighed. “All right Leigh,” he said, “enough is enough. Please stop this immature behaviour and come inside. Mom is starting to wonder what’s wrong with you. Can’t we just have a nice visit and then go home for a nice evening? Or are you determined to spoil the entire day?” Leigh allowed her eyes to travel back to his face and then glared at him as she defiantly stuck the cigarette back between her lips. Drawing on it deeply, she held the smoke for a long moment before finally exhaling in his direction. As she slouched back on the bench and flicked her ashes sharply towards his feet, his eyes narrowed. “Well, I guess that answers my question,” he said quietly before turning and going back to the house.
“Wimp! Jerk! I’ll do what I please – he’s not going to do anything about it! Thinks he can tell me what to do! Ha! I’ll show him!” Leigh muttered to herself after he left. She had worked her way through two more cigarettes and into a self-righteous snit by the time the back door opened again. She looked up to see Mark approaching with a handful of black trash bags. He walked past her to the back gate, which he unlatched and held open. “Come on, young lady,” he ordered. “You can at least get off your butt and come help me clear out some of the trash in Mom’s garage. If we’re going to use it for storage space when we move, it has to be straightened out first.” He stood, holding the gate open, waiting. Finally, with a loud sigh of disgust, Leigh flung down her cigarette, ground it out with her heel, and flounced past him out the gate and down the back path. Shaking his head, Mark followed her.
The garage was in a secluded compound with all the other garages for his mother’s terrace of houses. The path filed along the back ends of all the gardens before opening up into a paved area. The free-standing line of garages stood along one side of this area.
Silently, Mark went to his mother’s garage and unlocked the door. He lifted it open as Leigh stood behind him, arms crossed, toes tapping impatiently on the pavement. Still not speaking, he held a trash bag out to her and motioned for her to enter the gloomy space which was lit by one small window. Snatching the bag from him, Leigh stomped past him, her feet raising small clouds in the dusty floor. She was halfway across the room when she heard the heavy door bang back shut. She whirled around to see her husband latching it.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. “How in hell are we supposed to see to straighten up in here if you close the door? You’re trapping all the dust in!” She went to the door and began banging on it, trying to find the latch.
Suddenly, Mark took her by the arm and moved her back away from the door. She began to sputter at him in anger. But before she could get a complete sentence out, her husband’s growl stopped her. “Hush up right now, young lady!” he barked. Leigh’s mouth gaped open in mid-tirade. Mark continued in a loud, stern voice. “For your information, the only thing about to get ‘straightened up’ in this garage is you, and I have plenty of light for that. You’ve been acting like a right brat all morning and it’s going to end here! It’s time you had an attitude adjustment!” As he spoke, he was moving slowly towards Leigh. She began to unconsciously back away from him, her eyes wide in disbelief. When she bumped into the side of the garage, she realized that he had her backed up against the wall and her self-preservation instinct kicked in. Planting her feet firmly, she threw back her shoulders and glared back at her husband. “Oh yeah?” she sneered. “And I suppose you think you’re going to be the one to ‘adjust’ my ‘attitude'? If I have any attitude, it’s all your fault, you know. I didn’t want to come in the first place! We wouldn't have this problem if you had left me alone.....” The defiance that had flared so brightly in her eyes began to shrink and her bravado trailed off as Mark went nose to nose with her. Or, rather, chest to nose. Her confidence failed as he silently towered over her. Before long, Leigh was no longer feeling quite so sure of herself. She broke from his gaze first and was soon twisting her hands nervously in front of her.
“That’s better,” Mark growled. “Now let’s get to that straightening up I promised you!” He pulled Leigh to him by the waistband of her jeans and began to undo the button. She shrieked and tried to jump away from him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hollered as she tried to slap his hands away. Mark simply grabbed both of her wrists and hung on until she stopped struggling. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, young lady. I’m going to take down your pants and panties, right here in this garage, and I am going to bend you over and paddle that attitude right out of that bare butt of yours….” He was interrupted by a squeal of “NOOOOO!!” and more struggling from Leigh, but he hung on tightly and continued through clenched teeth.
“Oh yes I am – make no mistake about it! I’m about to turn that white bottom of yours red and hot! You won’t be too anxious to go back to that hard bench at the end of the garden when I finish with you. That cushioned chair in Mom’s living room will look pretty inviting when your backside is sore and throbbing. Which is what it’s going to be in about 10 minutes!”
With that, Mark ignored Leigh’s shrill protests and went about the business of disciplining his errant wife. He gently pinned her to the garage wall with his shoulder and dodged her flailing hands as he unzipped and yanked her jeans down to mid-thigh. The nasty names she called him when her panties followed steeled his reserve. She tried in vain to push him away as her squealing reached a fever pitch. Mark grasped his now half-clothed wife by the arms and held her in place until she looked him in the eye. His determined and steady gaze reduced her fussing to a low whimper. When he knew she was listening, he continued.
“Now young lady, I am going to bend you over and give you the hard, bare bottom spanking you so richly deserve. You can scream if you like – the houses are far enough away and the occupants sufficiently deaf that I doubt anyone would hear you. But just to be on the safe side, you might want to keep it down.”
With that, he spun his wide-eyed wife around and quickly bent her over next to him. He wrapped his right arm around her waist and held her tightly to him as his left hand began a firm assault on her unprotected bottom. She was now screeching with every slap that echoed in the near-empty garage, but at a decidedly lower volume. Mark continued to apply swat after stinging swat. When Leigh tried to reach back to protect her burning buttocks, he simply grabbed her wrist and pulled it under her, holding it clasped in his against her belly. “Oh no you don’t missy! You know better than that! Guess we need something stronger!” He stopped spanking her long enough to reach in his back pocket and produce the wooden spoon he had appropriated from his mother’s kitchen on his way out the door. The first impact made it clear to Leigh that the stakes had just been raised. Her squeals registered the shock.
On and on, Mark paddled his wife like the naughty little girl she was, the spoon dancing across her jiggling cheeks as her feet danced on the dusty floor. Each smack flattened one of her full buttocks, which would then spring back up traitorously to receive the next resounding WHACK! The skin went pink, then red, then crimson as the heat began to rise from the surface. He kept on, waiting for the change in attitude that would signal that he was getting through to her. He heard it first in her voice. What had started out defiant and belligerent had become pleading and compliant. “Who the hell do you think you are?” had given way to “Owwww! Please sir – no more! Waaahhhh! I’m sooooory! I’ll behave, I promise!”
The next sign Mark was waiting for was one of submission. When the pleading stopped, and the struggling ceased, and the tears started, Mark gave her six final sizzling strokes, three on each cheek. They were placed down low on her sensitive sit spot and each one made her buck and wail again at his side. He continued to hold her, lightly caressing her swollen hot bottom until she stopped thrashing and stood somewhat still, her weight centered back on her own two feet.
When he finally released her, she sprang upright and both hands flew back to rub furiously at her burning bottom as she sobbed. Mark stood with his arms crossed while he waited for her to finish dancing in place. Once she had collected herself to the point of sniffling and shifting from foot to foot, he spoke to her. “All right, young lady, wipe your face, fix your hair, and pull your pants up. I’m giving you 15 minutes to compose yourself and then we are going back into the house where you are going to be polite and sociable. Then on the way home we will discuss what your evening punishment is going to be. Don’t even try to argue!” he snapped, waving away her attempts to beg him not to spank her again. “You have behaved horribly and spoiled our day. We’ll see how anxious you are to leave here when you know you have another spanking coming when we get home! Now move!”
Mark began to pick up trash from the garage floor and straighten the few items stored there. Leigh sniffed and rubbed at her eyes for a few moments. Mark heard her gasp when she finally inched her panties and jeans up over her swollen, hot bottom. “Are you ready to go inside?” he asked. Leigh nodded miserably as she looked at the floor. He had one last warning for her. Putting a finger under her chin, he lifted her head so that she had to look him in the eye. “And understand this, young lady! If you DARE to go in that house and sit and pout about what has just happened or what is going to happen later, I won’t hesitate to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom again right there in the house! Do I make myself clear?” Leigh nodded and choked out “Yes sir” as one last tear slid down her cheek. Opening the garage door, Mark gave her another swift swat that made her yelp and sent her scurrying outside. He then closed and locked the door again. Taking his wife by the hand, he led her slowly down the path to the house.

To be continued.............................

More goodies.................

Since I still don't have any spanking details to relate, just thought I'd post some more from the vault. Hope they are readable! May be easier to see if you save them to your computer first.

Phone sex for the kinky

Ok, hubby has been out of town for two weeks and isn't due home for eleven more days. So it was inevitable that sooner or later one of our phone conversations was going to degenerate. So sue me! LOL! Sunday night I couldn't take it anymore. After a bit of coaxing (he can be so shy - it's so cute!), I got him to say those three little words I needed to hear - "Need a spanking?" BAM! Thank you sir, may I have another? (And we're not talking about swats here!) With each description of how he was going to use one implement or another on me, I was 'off' again. That was our longest phone conversation since he's been gone. Calling where he is costs me about 35 cents a minute, we were on the phone for about 40 minutes, so that's about $14 for the call, or about.................... $2 per orgasm? Heh heh heh - money well spent, as far as I'm concerned. Hubby too. And tomorrow is our anniversary and he won't be here for it. *Sniff* Oh well, crap happens. Looking forward to a happy reunion in a few days. Maybe then I'll have some real life spanking stories to tell you all! I'm sure there will be if he gets his hands on the credit card bill that I've already paid. I think I'll go do some creative filing...................

How Kinky Am I?

Stolen from AngelBrat's blog - thanks!

Copy this entire list into your blog/journal.
BOLD everything about you that is true.
Leave plain anything that is false about you.
Put an asterisk (*) at the end of false statements you would LIKE to be true.

I am bi-sexual.
My spouse or lover is aware of my orientation. (Yeah, straight. What's to know? LOL!)
My spouse or lover has watched me have sex with someone of my gender.
I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.
I have blindfolded someone else during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
I have had sex while surfing porn on the Internet. (Actually, just after. Hard to have sex and type at the same time!)
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex. * ( I just wanna try other places!)
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for my spouse or lover while on the phone.
I have masturbated for someone over a web cam.
I have had sex over a web cam.
I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on. (DID - When I was younger!)
I have been tied up during sex.
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped wax onto a lover's body.
I have had a lover drip wax onto my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex.
I have had sex in a burning building.
I like having my nipples squeezed during sex.
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence. (If spanking art counts.)
I enjoy nudie magazines. (If they're spanking nudie magazines.)
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I think PLAYBOY is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email. (No way - viruses!)
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn video. (Puh-leeze! Most of my male friends are gay! Gotta do something on a boring Saturday night, and it sure ain't gonna involve having sex!)
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on.
I have had interracial sex with someone of my gender.
I want my spouse or lover to have an interracial sex experience.
I want to watch my spouse or lover have an interracial sex experience.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research given the opportunity.
My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs. (ONLY in the spanking department, and we're working on that!)
I currently have a "crush" on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I have had sex with someone from my place of employment.
I have had sex with a former co-worker of my gender.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I'm not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me.
I have had sex under water.
I have had sex in the snow.*
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing while having sex.
I have had more than ten orgasms in one night. (Guess who has a happy hubby?)
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift. (Giving yourself to your spouse is always a gift.)
I have set-up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex.*

Not sure how kinky that all makes me, but it was fun!

Missed opportunity

I've been watching the results on the cornertime poll to see it there was anything interesting about the outcome. I also looked at the same type of poll over at LDD. What I seem to be seeing is that cornertime is something the women want and the men aren't giving! On my poll, 9 of the 20 women responding said they don't get it but wish they did. That's almost 50%! Another 9 do get it - whether they like it or not is unclear, but they still do it. So we have almost 50% doing it, and almost 50% not doing it but wanting to. Only 2 women don't get it and are glad about it - 10%.
Over on the other poll, 51 of the 110 women responding do corner time. Again, almost 50%. 39 of them do not get it but want it. So that's about 35% - not as high as the other but still significant.
Seems to me that what I'm seeing here is a major missed opportunity by the men! The majority of the women either get corner time and accept it, or don't get it and want it. Hey guys! If you're not putting her in the corner either before, during or after a good spanking, maybe you should give it a try. A lot of us appear to want it! I guess maybe we just need to be more vocal in asking for it.

Curious minds want to know...........

Corner time is one of those things that I've never had to do, but have fantasized about it - a lot! So what do you guys think about it? Answer the poll below - ladies at the top, guys at the bottom (gee, maybe I should have set it up the other way around - LOL! But then we girls know that we all tend to top from the bottom.)

A Good(ie) Idea?

I've always loved this concept - not the malfunction part, just the spanking on demand. Anyone else ever fantasized about a machine? I know it's not the ideal situation - we all want that human contact (pun intended). But boy, there are times when this sure would come in handy -like when hubby is out of town! (Can we tell that a certain redhead is in serious need of a little theraputic butt-clapping?) I also just noticed that this drawing was done by a Brit - the price sign says '10p' instead of '10 cents'. And that seems pretty cheap to me. At those prices, I'd have a red backside a lot of the time! How does anyone else feel about a machine? And what features would yours have? I'd have more settings than this one, that's for sure. How about a removeable hand so that you could change out implements? Maybe a better padded lap for comfort? *Sigh* More dream fodder for tonight..........

On a lighter note.............

Here's the inner child post!

A Day of Sadness......

This is what a terrorist bomb will do to a double decker bus full of people. Nearly 50 people are dead (so far) and over 700 are injured, many with missing limbs, and for what? There is no good reason.

As many of you know, I'm an American living in England with my British hubby. You've probably also heard the news of the terrorist attacks on London today. I remember when I lived in the States and was emailing and calling friends in New York on 9/11 to make sure they were ok. I never dreamed the shoe would be on the other foot. I have received so many calls and emails today, and have appreciated every one of them. We're actually about 60 miles outside of London, but it's still an unsettling feeling to have this happen so close to home. And I'm off work today, so had thought about going into London today to do some shopping. Glad I didn't. It really doesn't help that hubby is gone on business so I'm here alone. It's not that I'm afraid anything will happen where we are, it's just the being alone and not having him here to talk through this with. So I came here to yammer at all of you. Please say a prayer for all those directly affected by this.

A Poll!

Shamelessly stolen from AngelBrat - Thanks for the link!

I hate computers!

Ok, not really. I'd be lost without mine. But still, 2 computer crashes in 4 weeks?!!! First the old one crashes and I lose everything. Ok, fine. Buy a new computer, get it all set up and most of the lost stuff is found and reloaded. Then this morning, the new one crashes! Had to restore it and lost most of the stuff I had just recovered! GRRRRRR......................... Not going through this again. Went to Amazon this morning and ordered a 250GB external hard drive that connects with USB ports. So now I can save everything on that and if the dang thing dies again, at least I won't lose all my data. Thanks for the message, Silver Kitten - glad to know I've been missed. On top of everything else, my hubby left yesterday for a 3 week business trip so I've been missing him terribly too, all of which has not been conducive to getting any posting done. Ever have days where it seems the world is out to get you? Needless to say, with him gone, there won't be any spanking activity around here for a while! Of course, when he gets back, I may have to do some fast talking to get out of one for spending £100 pounds on this new hard drive - LOL! (I was just going to add my picture of "My inner child needs a good spanking" but that's one of the things I lost! Oh well, I've got it on a disc and I'll put it on later.)

Today's Goodie..................

I was asked for spanking tattoo's so I thought I would oblige this morning before I go to work. Hope these are what you had in mind, Anon! I have others if you want something different.

Today's Goodie.................

As you've probably all noticed by now, I love pictures and I have a lot of them. So on most days, I'll post one of the fun ones - sometimes related to spanking, sometimes not. They will usually be good for a smile, or, at the very least, useful - like this one! Print, cut and hang on your bedroom doorknob. Good for those nights when you just need a little bit of a nudge for your HOH. Keep checking back - you never know what you'll find. And let me know if there's anything in particular you'd like to see. If I don't have it, I may be able to find it. I just love treasure hunts!

New Links

Good morning all! I've added a couple new links over on the right for you to check out. One is Wintermute's Spanking Stories which has all kinds of (you guessed it) spanking stories for you to read, so you can spend the whole afternoon there if you like! He also has a great Links section. The other is Learning To Behave, which is a new blog by Silver Kitten. She's just getting started, so go visit and give her some comments and feedback! Without that, we're all just talking to ourselves. Hope you all have a good Wednesday.

Staying Put

In one of the comments I received, I was asked about how you stay in position for a spanking even though it hurts so bad and your body just wants to get away. Well, I'm certainly no expert on the subject - yet (LOL)! I know I've had times when I've twisted and turned during a spanking, but hubby has managed to keep me in place with just a hand on my back. Of course, none of my spankings have ever progessed to the point where my brain was screaming at me to flee. When that happens, I'm not sure how I'll react. But in the meantime, I thought I'd post some of my favorite possible positions and deterrents to running away (or bad behavior in the first place!) ........................................


I'm sure positioning has a lot to do with staying put. For the strugglers amongst us, this is surely an imaginative one! Something tells me he's had trouble from her before (I just love these vintage pictures!). I don't think she could go anywhere if she wanted to, and she sure can't put her hands back to protect her bottom. I suppose she could try straightening her legs to lower the target away from him, but that would seem to be a mistake since it would just open up the backs of those tender thighs to being swatted. By the same token, all he has to do is take a step back, pulling her upper body forward and giving him access to all areas of her bottom, including the sit spot. So on a scale of 1 to 10, I give this one a 10, just because it gives me the shivers!



This one sure looks like it would cut down on the ability to run away! He's got a firm grip on her legs and complete access to every inch of her bottom. It's kind of hard to struggle when you're on your back and folded in half. From the way she has her hands over her face, I'd say she has resigned herself to her punishment. I give this one a 10 for position, but only an 8 for his wicked choice of implement!




Ahhh - corner time. I can just hear him - "All right, young lady, you can just stand there until you decide you're going to take your spanking like a good girl! When you've decided to behave, we'll start over. And if I have to put you back here again, we'll start over again! " I think that after a couple of trips to the corner and having your spanking started all over again for the second or third time, you might have second thoughts about trying to get away. I've never been put in a corner myself, but I have to admit, there is something about the thought of standing there with your panties down while he delivers a stern lecture (and the occasional swat) that just gives me goosebumps! I give this one a 7, only because I like to see panties and pants on but lowered to mid-thigh so that the bottom is nicely framed.



There are all sorts of other threats that my hubby could use to make me stay still for a spanking. I know I freeze when I hear the cane swish through the air behind me! There are other things that I have only read about, but think that I would like to try. I know some people cringe when you mention figging, or butt plugs, or anything of that sort, but being the anal spanko that I am, those are things that I am sure I will write about here in the future. So be forewarned - LOL! Would love to hear from any of you on ways that your HOH keeps you in place when you're being disciplined. And please sign my guestbook (link on the right)!

Helpful Hints for your HOH

This is one I found a good use for - print it out on transfer paper. You'll want to put it in a paint program first and flip it so it prints out backwards. Then get a pair of plain white panties and iron it onto the seat. When you're in the mood, wiggle your butt at him! Hope everyone had a good Sunday!

Anytime is a good time!

I don't know about you, but I can't think of any time in my house when spanking isn't ok! As I see it, there are two distinct time periods around here:
1) When I'm being naughty, and
2) When I'm not being naughty!
Today, I seem to be more of a 1. I've been like that for the last couple of days. It's a combination of homesickness, hating my job, etc. It's one of those moods that I just can't seem to shake off and I feel like every pout on my face is just screaming at hubby - "Why don't you just drag me off to the bedroom, turn me over your knee, yank down my panties, and spank this crank right outta me!" And then for good measure, I'd send me to the corner until I was ready to straighten up and be more positive. *Sigh* Who knows - the day isn't over yet!
And just for the record, I'd change the picture above so that she was over his knee and bare bottomed. I'm not much for the idea of bending over and touching your toes. For one thing, it looks uncomfortable. (Yes, I know - since when was this about MY comfort?!) Not to mention the fact that I need a little more restraining than that - if he doesn't have an arm around me I'm tempted to take flight! And spanking over clothes? Seems a little cold and distant to me. No objections to the choice of implement, however!
How about you guys? What are your preferences?

More goodies...............

Another coupon! I have lots of goodies to post! LOL!