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!