OMG!

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

Spoke too soon!

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Lexan Paddle

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

Turn. Your. Speakers. Down.

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

Nice Handspanking!

MamaSan Knows How To Spank!

Lovely Impact Shot!

I just love pictures like these!

Story Time!

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

TOY TIME

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

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

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

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

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

"Dear Readers,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where Have I Been?

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

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

Oh man - what a weekend! Where to start?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Day Off!

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

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

ROFLMAO!

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

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

Daily Olympic Count

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

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

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

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

Damn Brits

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

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

Crap!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spanking For England

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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