The Good Old Days

You know, the old vintage pictures like this one just do something for me:


The way he's holding her in place, the obvious struggle she's trying to put up but can't since he has her legs locked down and her hand held away, her round bottom just peeping out from under the crinolines, the brush aiming for the perfectly framed target, the look on her face.................. *sigh* I wonder what she did to get herself in this position?

From the goodie bag..................

No expiration date on this one!

Better Saturday

As it transpired, Saturday night was much better than Friday night. Let's face it - it didn't have far to go to be better. It wasn't perfect, but more on that later. The important thing is, it was a start. I had my doubts when it was bedtime and nothing had been said yet, but I expected that. We were both between the sheets before he spoke up.

Surprisingly, the first topic he brought up wasn't my spending, but rather my smoking! He informed me that I was smoking too much. Well, yeah, but I tend to do that when I'm frustrated!! I guess he decided that my reply was a bit too flip. He repeated, a bit more forcefully, that I was smoking too much and the tone of my voice wasn't convincing him that I agreed. So he sat up, rolled me over onto my tummy, and began to spank me on my panties. This lasted for a few hard swats. Now, I can take a lot, so I wasn't making a lot of noise at this point which apparently made him assume I wasn't paying the proper attention. Well, I find it a little difficult to take it seriously when the man spanking me is naked, since I'm pretty sure where the spanking is headed! Again, more on that later...........

The lecture continued and my panties were summarily dragged down my legs and discarded. Now the smacks on my bare bottom were starting to sting a little more, but still definitely not enough to make this hard-headed redhead squeal. That changed a bit when the hairbrush began to crack down on my backside. I did begin to yelp a little as he did a pretty thorough job of covering my entire butt with that horrid thing. I was starting to feel an all-over sting and the heat was beginning to build.

Then the rat fink pulled out his ultimate attention getter - the cane! I heard that thing swish behind me and suddenly I was the very contrite wife, promising to cut down on the cigarettes and begging him not to cane me. I was told that it was only going to be one so that I could see what young ladies got when they disobeyed, or words to that effect. So I curled my toes and grabbed the sheets in my fists and YEOW! No fair! He gave me two! I seriously thought he was going to make me cry his first time out of the gate - those strokes took my breath away. I've said it before and I'll say it again - damn Brits!

Needless to say, what followed was what I expected all along and what made it difficult to take the whole thing too seriously. I got a lovely butt massage and, of course, we made love. Hey, don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining! And I'm quite flattered that my 45 year old bare butt still turns him on to that extent. As we lay there snuggling afterwards, I kept my mouth shut and just figured that eventually we would work out the distinction between erotic versus punishment spankings. Then, to my surprise, my darling hubby voiced the same conclusion without any prompting from me! He said he knew that he would have to work on separating the sexual from the disciplinary and just to give him time. Woo-hoo! I wanted to jump up right then and paste a gold star on his forehead! And not just for the thought, but because he actually said the word 'disciplinary'! Trust me, you don't know what a big step that is for him...........

As we lay there talking, he dropped another bomb on me. The subject of my spending was brought up. Now see, this spoiled brat had envisioned the following conversation:
Him: All right young lady, you can spend £20 a week and no more.
Me: Oh no honey, £10 a week is more than enough! Really, I can manage with that!
Him: No, we'll start with £20 a week and see how it goes.
Me: Thank you sweetie!
Now this is where the 'be careful what you wish for because you just might get it' comes into play. The actual conversation went more like this:
Him: All right, you get £25 a month to spend on non-essentials.
Me: £25 a MONTH?! Oh come on honey, couldn't I have £10 a week? That's only £40 a month!
Him: No! We'll start with £25 a month, and I'm going to be keeping a eye on it!
Me: (Sundry and miscellaneous whining)
Him: Don't argue. It's going to be £25 a month to start, and we'll see how it goes. Once we get the finances back in shape, we can change it.

Sheesh! You push them to take charge, and then, horror of horrors, they DO! Well, I finally -grudgingly - agreed to it. I had, after all, asked for this. And the £25 a month is really only for things like my purchases on eBay. My hubby is anything but stingy with anything I really need and he did say that I didn't have to count anything bought for both of us or for the house or for gifts. If I'm careful, that amount will get me two or three goodies a month which should be enough for anybody. But if you'll excuse me now, I'm going to go have a cigarette and then bang my head against the wall for a while for coming up with this brilliant idea...........

Bad Friday

Hell's bells and to heck with all of them! You know, not only will men not ask for directions, but they also have a hard time taking them when given - LOL! I really thought my letter was pretty clear, ya know? I thought I had spelled everything out and told him exactly what I was looking for. I mean, I know Domestic Discipline is about him telling me how to behave, not the other way around, but ya gotta start somewhere for cryin' out loud! I figured I had made the first move, so it was his turn. Can we guess where this is headed? That's right - straight down the tubes!

Ok, deep breath, stop venting, start explaining. Where was I? Oh yeah, Friday night. Ick. First of all, I knew it was going to be hard for him to talk about this. So I gently nudged. Then I gently nudged a little more. Finally, just about NUDGED him right off the couch! You know, men get very monosyllabic when they're uncomfortable. Lots of throat clearing, grunting - I thought I was out in the wild hunting boar. Eventually, he produced the credit card bill and waved it at me. "There's - um - a lot of - um - charges on there - ahem - for eBay," says he. "Yes?" says I. "And......?" "Uh - you really need to - um - cut down on those." Oh for shit's sake! I knew this was a waste of time, I could see it coming a mile away! Didn't I just tell him in my letter that telling me to "be careful" didn't cut it? "Fine," I choked out. I tried again. "So what does that mean exactly?" "Well, um, it means we need to, uh, set some, ahem, limits." I waited. Held my breath. Was he going to do it? Then he did it. He asked me. He ASKED me! "What kind of limits did you have in mind?"

AARRRGGGHHH! This wasn't what I wanted! (Ok, I was still in brat mode, so you'll have to forgive my hissy fit.) I wanted him to step up to the plate and TELL me how it was going to be, not ASK me! This wasn't going like I planned, or at least hoped. All my visions of being told by my big, strong, authoritative hubby that "This is how it's going to be, young lady, or you'll get a good spanking" went straight out the door. I had already had one marriage where my husband had let me run the show and make all the rules while basically ignoring me, and guess what? I wasn't married to him anymore! Here I thought I had finally found the man who was going to be not only my partner and soulmate, but also my protector and guide, and my hopes were being dashed. So I did what any brat worth her weight does - I pouted. I sulked. Crossed my arms, curled up on my side of the couch, let the black cloud descend over my head, the whole nine yards. "Just never mind," snapped I. "You can't talk about it, you can't do it. Forget I said anything." Pretty much left him doing that thing fish do with their mouths when you take them out of the water. The rest of the evening was a loss. I finally flounced (great brat word!) out of the room and up to the computer where I spent most of the rest of the night. He made a few weak efforts to talk to me over the next few hours but I just gave him that high-pitched "No problems. Don't worry about it. I'm fine!" speech. (Yes, I know. He should have grabbed me at that point and paddled my behind for being such a pain! My point exactly!) I waited until he gave up and went to bed before coming out of the computer room.

The next day - Saturday - wasn't any better. I had to work in the morning so he drove me in. Demanded a kiss good-bye which I peckishly gave him before getting out of the car. When he picked me up again early that afternoon, I was still in high-sulk mode. As he drove us home, he said that while I was at work, he had planned to re-read my letter, but it had disappeared? I knew he was asking what I had done with it, but I wasn't telling - I just glared out the window and ignored him. Let him think I had thrown it away (had really just hid it in the footstool)! He asked if I HAD binned it (Brit speak for 'thrown it away'). Still didn't say - just snapped back that it was a waste of time and to forget about it. Back at the house, we sort of danced around each other, an uneasy silence where one knows the other is pissed off, and the one who is pissed off makes sure the other knows it. A couple of times he grabbed me in a bear hug with the "Tell me what's wrong!" line. Of course, I always gave back the "I'm fine!" bit. "No, you're not," was his reply, but did he then threaten to spank it out of me if I didn't start talking? NO! He'd growl and let me go. Finally stomped off to my computer and did some more searching.

And then, out of the blue, EUREKA! There it was, in an email I had saved - a link to a dd site that I had read once and liked. The site was Loving Domestic Discipline (there's a link to it on the right). I went back to it again and reread some of the articles. The one that stopped me cold was the FAQ for Men. It sounded like it could have been written by me, for me, about me! I felt a glimmer of hope. Saying a prayer, I hit the Print key and waited for the ten pages to feed through the printer. Before I could change my mind, I clutched the sheaf of paper in my hand and went down to the kitchen where my husband was.

He looked at me expectantly. I blurted out, "Ok, I'm giving this one last shot. Do you really want to know what I want?" "Yes!" was his immediate reply. "Then read this," I said, thrusting the papers toward him. "This could have been written about me." He took them and I grabbed my cigarettes and dashed for the back door. Told him I was going out for a smoke. What I really was doing was escaping - I didn't have the nerve to be in the same room while he read! So what does he do? Follows me outside! I asked him what he was doing. He plops down in one of the other lawn chairs and informs me he's going to do some reading - right there! *groan* I already had my cigarette lit so I had no choice but to stay there and finish it, staring at the ground as he slowly flipped through the pages.

When he finished, it was my stomach doing the flipping. He walked over to me and simply said, "We can do this. We'll start tonight." Hallelujah! Bells started ringing, the chorus started singing - ok, let's not get ahead of ourselves, I thought to myself. I looked up at him sideways. "You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked. He laughed. "I already knew you were. That's why I married you." I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It was a start - there was still a lot to figure out, and I knew we would probably trip up here and there, but at least we had struggled over the first step. It remained to be seen what was going to actually happen that night and beyond. I was guessing that it was going to involve my bottom getting smacked, and most likely on a regular basis, but I was willing to take that chance. My hubby was becoming my hero.

More later on what happened that night! In the meantime, I highly recommend the Loving Domestic Discipline site. Thanks for the link, Lovingdd! I couldn't have done it without you! Check out the other great sites I've got links to. Many thanks to Tracy who has also put a link on her site, AngelBrat's Blog. Lots of good stuff there - don't miss it. As always, any comments, feedback, and suggestions are most welcome. Would love to hear from you all.

Asking For It

Well, here I am again. Things have changed a bit around our house. After the success of the last episode, I got brave and decided to go for broke. So I wrote hubby a letter, which follows in its entirety:
Hi honey!

I can just hear you thinking - oh god, two notes in one week - what does this woman want from me?! (By the way - Saturday night? Excellent!) Well, I'll tell you. I've been doing a lot of thinking, especially since Saturday night. Gotta tell ya - that take charge hubby routine was a real turn on. Made me realize that I really do want - wait, change that - need to see that more often. But not just from the aspect of it being a lead-up to fun and games (although that's good too). This is difficult to put into words, so bear with me.

You have said that I never give you any real reason to spank me. First off, I think you're fibbing. Second off, if that's true, I need to explain to you how certain parts of my brain work. As I'm sure you know, I was raised fairly spoiled (quit laughing!). And for all my adult life, I've pretty much been allowed to do as I please. Isn't that a good thing, you may ask? Sometimes, yes. But after a while, you get to the point where you feel like no one expects anything from you or cares what you do, and you can do whatever you want without any consequences, so you keep on pushing. Before you know it, you're just off doing your own thing, but it's no fun because you're feeling at loose ends as there's no sense of purpose, no sense of combined effort in the relationship.

So what this all boils down to is that someone like me (hard-headed!) needs concrete reminders that I can't always do what I want, and that there are some limits and guidelines that I'm expected to follow. I want to have a sense of accomplishment when I've followed the rules and helped achieve a goal, and I need to know that if I screw up, someone loves me enough to call me on it and demand better from me. I also want you to feel secure enough in our relationship to expect these things from me and not feel like a bully when you have to say no or punish me when I've gone and done it anyway.

Before I go any further, I know you cringed at the phrase 'punish me'. I know you don't like that idea. But like it or not darling, you married a woman who still is and always will be a spoiled little girl at heart. While I love and expect to get praise for having done it right, I'm stubborn enough that I need to know that if I misbehave, I'm going to have to pay for it with a physical reminder of some sort. Just telling me to 'please don't do that again' doesn't seem to cut it. I forget, or I don't think it's important enough to pay attention. However, knowing what a real spanking feels like and knowing that if I go too far I will get one would surely make me think twice and remember that it IS important. I trust you with everything I have, and I know you wouldn't go too far. So don't look at punishing me as something cruel, think of it as a reality check to help me keep focused on the important things. Besides, there are other forms of punishment that don't involve spanking. You've read enough stories!

Therefore, I would like to propose a starting point. Back to the way my brain works. You've told me in the past to 'be careful with the credit card'. Well, hate to say it, but to me, being careful means 'Hey, I haven't bought anything in a couple of days! Haven't I been good!' Without any guidelines, I tend to forget what I've spent. I know the purchases add up, but I just don't seem to keep a running total in my head. Even if I did, I'm not sure I would know where the 'being careful' line is. Can you honestly say that there haven't been times when you've seen yet another DVD come through the door and you just wanted to 'yank and spank'? I'll bet you have - I've seen that look on your face! So I'm suggesting that you give me an amount that I can spend - all on my own, no questions asked - on the frivolous things, each week or each month. Be clear about what I can look forward to if I go over my allowance (maybe a preliminary demonstration?). At the end of whatever time period you choose, we tally it all up and if I've gone over, I know what's coming. And remember the other side of the coin - if I've been good and stayed under, you also get to have fun in rewarding me, not to mention feeling good that the bank account hasn't been plundered! And as we get better at it, the plan can always be adjusted to suit us. Rules can be added or taken away, etc. Over time, we would find out what works for us.

Ok, I know I've just thrown a lot at you. And I'm sure I'm being a bit selfish in asking you to take on this kind of responsibility. But it puts responsibility on my shoulders too - I have to be willing to submit to the fact that in some situations, someone has to have the final word and be the head of the house, and I want that person to be you. (See? If I can actually use the word submit, you can get used to the word punish!) The whole idea may do nothing for you. I know it's a lot to ask. But I'm a firm believer that if you don't ask, you don't get. (All right, all right! If pushed, I will admit that the kinky side of me flares up a bit at the thought of receiving a stern lecture while standing with panties down, nose to the wall, awaiting the inevitable. Just makes you all the more sexy to me, sweetie!) So it's up to you. If you're not interested, just say so. I would never want you to do anything you truly don't want to do. But if you're for it, let me know. I respect and trust you more than you know and I can honestly tell you that this is something I really feel would be good for me. I've already spent 20 years of my adult life being left to my own devises, and I didn't like feeling like no one really cared what I did. I want us to be a team. So - how does your side of the team feel about all this? Would this be good for you too? I'll respect whatever you decide. But please let me know soon as my nerves can't take much more than it already took to write this!

All my love,

Me

I gave him the letter on Tuesday. Actually, I left it on the footstool before I left for work so he could read it while I was gone. Talk about stewing in your own juices! When I got home, I didn't say anything since I know how he is about thinking things over in his head for a while. By Wednesday night, he still hadn't said anything and I couldn't stand it any longer. I asked what he thought of my ideas. He said he liked them - whew! He also said we would discuss it all over the weekend, or maybe Friday night. I agreed and just counted the hours until Friday. So what happened then? Did all go as planned? Stay tuned............

Breaking the ice....

Well, I finally did it! You know, you marry a spanko, you figure you're going to be a spankee on a regular basis, right? Ha! Turns out I married an old softy, for reasons I won't go in to here. Suffice to say it's that old 'it's different spanking someone you love' tune. Anyway, last night I got tired of waiting. So while he was gone in the afternoon, I used the trusty old Publisher program and made him a card. In it I wrote:
"Ok, I'm going to stick my neck out and throw myself at you. Wanna play? Picture this: A wife is at work. Her cell phone rings. It's her irate husband who informs her that she in is big trouble because (insert reason here) and they will deal with it when she gets home. He hangs up. The wife then spends the rest of her shift wondering what is going to happen to her while trying to keep her mind on work. He picks her up that evening and on the way home, again informs her that she is in for a spanking. Once they arrive home...... Up for it? I'll play if you will! Signed, your loving wife (whose cell phone is charged!)."
That evening, hubby took me to work. As I went to get out of the car, I took a deep breath and handed him an envelope. He looked suspicious and asked what it was. I just laughed and told him it was no big deal, just something for him to peruse when he got home and decide if he was in the mood for it.
Needless to say, I was holding my breath at work! And of course, I had the cell phone right next to me on the desk. I about jumped out of my skin when it rang! He's the only one who calls me on it so I knew it was him. I answered like nothing was out of the ordinary and asked what was up. He wasted no time. The first thing I heard was "Young lady, (Oh my god, oh my god, he said young lady! Big 'ole button pusher!) you are in serious trouble." I feigned surprise and asked what for. And to tell you the truth, I was in such shock that I don't even remember what he told me now! Something to do with spending too much money. Anyway, he told me that we would deal with it after dinner that night and he would be picking me up right at 9pm. Then he hung up.
The next three hours at work were totally useless. Couldn't wipe the grin off my face so at least my customers thought I was very polite and cheerful. If they only knew! 9:00 finally rolled around and I went outside - he was there waiting. I yanked the grin off my face and got in the car. Usual chit chat, just a bit on the akward side. Then a long silence. Finally decided to jump in the deep end and help him out and said that I had received a phone call telling me that apparently I was in trouble. He confirmed that I was. I asked what kind of trouble. He, in a very stern voice, said it was the after dinner kind of trouble. Then asked if I was allowed to ask what was going to happen to me. Told no, I would have to wait and see. Even gave him a "Yes, sir........."
Got home, changed into sweats and a tshirt, and dinner was soon ready to eat. Boy, try eating when you know you have a spanking of some kind coming up! And he even fixed me a filet mignon. *Sigh* - it was difficult but I managed to eat (boy, was it good!). Finally, I was told that it was time to come upstairs with him. Gave him my best pitiful face and asked if I had to. He said yes, I did, and took my wrist and pulled me up the stairs. In the bedroom, he led me to the foot of the bed (where there was already a pillow placed!) and made me bend over it.
Started out using his hand over my sweat pants. Lectured me about how naughty I had been and how I was going to get a good spanking. Then the sweat pants were peeled down. He went to get implements out of the nightstand drawer and I was warned that I had better not dare move! He came back and I got a number of hard swats from the hairbrush. Bottom was warming up nicely! Then the panties were peeled down accompanied by the appropriate squeals of protest. After that I lost track of what all he used. There was more of the hairbrush, a paddle, and a strap. All lovely and stingy! At one point, I started to kick my foot up and he took it and firmly placed it back on the floor - I got the message that struggling would not be tolerated!
Then I heard the swish of the cane! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Add two more ow's. 6 of those and I was definitely getting vocal. He called it six of the best (damn Brits) but even I know it wasn't the best since I'm a wuss when it comes to the cane and he knows it. If he had really swung it, I would have been screaming! But they stung like the dickens, none the less, and made me holler.
For the finale, I got a few good licks from the riding crop. I don't understand it - that I like and can take it pretty hard. So why not the cane? Oh well.......... When it was all over, I got a wonderful massage of lotion on my backside. Then I paid him back with special 'favors', the details of which are not for this website. Hey, we all know about the powers of positive reinforcement, right? Afterwards, we were able to have a nice chat and I told him how his phone call had set my head spinning and my bottom tingling in anticipation. He agreed that we should play more often!
So today, I am still feeling some nice marks on the tush when I sit, and still grinning. The best part is, the ice has been broken and I won't be so nervous about suggesting "Wanna play?" in the future! I'm also hoping that maybe it will give him the nudge to move towards a little real domestic discipline once in a while..............

Fantasizing again.........................................

Well, it's been a month since I've been here. Over that month, spanking desires have waned for a while, but they're back now - woohoo! We had company for a week so that kind of put a hold on everything. First we spent a week getting ready for them, then a week with them here, and then a few days to recuperate. One night while they were here, I did get a whispered promise that the first night after they left, I was in for a 'really good spanking, young lady', but so far that hasn't materialized. And that was 6 days ago! Oh well, so I've been left to my own devises. I sometimes wonder what the cat thinks when he sees me playing by myself - LOL! But I just forget about him and imagine my husband's voice. In today's fantasy, he ordered me to lower my pants and panties and lay on my side on the bed with my top knee pulled up. After informing me that I was being a little too cranky for his taste and he wanted to be sure I wasn't sick, the thermometer was lubed, the cheek lifted, and the large glass rod inserted slooooooooly into my bottom. I had to lay there and watch the clock for five long minutes while he twirled the tube and told me about the punishment I was going to get if it turned out that I wasn't ill, just being a brat. I knew I wasn't ill, and the knowledge of what I was going to get when he found out made me try to twist out of his grasp. Every squirm earned me a sharp slap on my exposed butt, which was soon pink. The traitorous thermometer was finally removed and gave its verdict - brat. While firmly lecturing me about my naughty behavior, he piled two pillows next to me and rolled me over onto them so my hips were raised and my bare behind was in the air. He proceeded to redden my bottom some more until I was yelping, one of his hands applying pressure to the small of my back to hold me in place, the other rising and falling at a rapid rate as he covered my bottom and upper thighs with hard smacks. When I pulled the definitive no-no and threw my hands back to try to protect myself, he simply captured both my hands in his one and pinned them to the small of my back. As extra punishment for that, he picked up the wooden ping pong paddle from the nightstand and really began to whale away on my backside, flattening the jiggling hot globes with every swat, again and again until my howled promises to be a good girl from now on joined the loud cracks of the paddle. My stinging cheeks were then pulled apart and the little pink butt plug was unceremoniously planted deep in my bottom and I was told to stand up. My panties were pulled up with the seat yanked up between my cheeks like a thong to hold the plug in place. After bending me over the edge of the bed so that my butt was again raised in offering, it was time for a few stinging swats with the wooden hairbrush which soon had me dancing in place and loudly renewing my vows of good behavior. Then it was into the corner for a little display time with my Tshirt pulled up and pants still down, no rubbing allowed as the heat rose from my swollen fanny. And just to make it a little more difficult, he placed a quarter on the wall and I had to hold it there with my nose! Finally, I was led to the computer and plunked down in the chair on my still bare, still hot, still sore, still plugged bottom to type up this account. He's reading over my shoulder, telling me to be sure that I let you know that since I have been such a naughty girl, there will be another bare-bottomed bedtime spanking tonight with more corner time, and this time, instead of a silicone plug, there will be ginger root involved!
WHEW! Ok, so there you have it. All fiction - well, most of it. And I'm not going to say which parts aren't fiction at this moment *wink*! Now I just have to see if I can make the other parts a reality. Hmmmm, maybe tonight?

Dreams are made of this...... 

Why am I here?

I am married to an almost perfect man. He is a cross between a saint and Helen Keller - he thinks I'm wonderful and is blind and deaf to my naughty behavior! Now I know most women would think that was the perfect arrangement, and trust me, I don't take it for granted at all. But it can be frustrating when you crave a stong man who will take charge and hold you accountable for your misdeeds. We are a spanko couple - but so far, only the type that I call foreplay spanking. Yup, you got it - always in bed, always preceeding sex. Don't get me wrong. That's great in and of itself! And I did recently get him to try it outside of the bedroom. One night, after all was said and done, I told him that it was great, but he wasn't allowed to spank me in bed again until he had spanked me somewhere else in the house first. Admittedly, that was blackmail and I should have been punished for that alone! But a few days later, he did grab me in the living room and pull me over his knee as he sat on the footstool. A very nice steady spanking ensued, first over the sweatpants, then down to the panties, and finally on the bare. Even though it was was wonderful and created a nice sting and warmth in my bottom, I did giggle through the whole thing as it wasn't a 'serious' spanking. I'm still working on getting us to the 'other side'. I am a very (head)strong person myself, and there are times when I can feel my frustrations and emotions spiraling out of control, and I need that strong hand gently grasping my arm, that voice growling softly in my ear so only I can hear "That's it, young lady, you're getting a spanking (or any other method of punishment he may choose) when we get home", bringing me back down to earth. I need him to follow through with the threat, taking me home, bending me over and spanking my bare bottom until I squeal and promise to behave, and then making me stand in the corner with my red behind on display while I contemplate my misdeeds. All followed, of course, by the hugging and comforting that lets me know that I am forgiven, loved, secure and protected, if only from myself.
The one time I have gotten him to give me any kind of punishment spanking was when I put a dent in our car. His immediate response had been that it was an accident and it was ok and not to worry about it. However, I knew that I had been careless and in a hurry, and it could have been avoided. Finally, I wrote him a note asking him to punish me for it, that I knew it bothered him and I wished he would give me what I deserved and make us both feel better. Shortly after, I found myself bare-bottomed and bent over the end of the bed receiving six strokes of the cane. Wow! Painful, but effective (these Brits know how to use a cane). I've been much more careful with the car ever since!
I've always spent a lot of time writing spanking stories, mainly as an outlet for my own fantasies. So I guess this blog will be my new outlet, my place to talk to myself, confessing what I see as my sins and how I think and wish he would take me to task for them, and maybe work out how to bring it all into reality in the process. If anyone out there happens to see it and wants to add their two cents, feel free! Who knows, maybe someday during a lapse in judgment, I'll even let him read this blog, and then I may really learn the meaning of 'be careful what you wish for'!