Sunday, August 17, 2008

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.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

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

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

Friday, August 15, 2008

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!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

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!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


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.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

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!

Monday, August 11, 2008

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...........

Sunday, August 10, 2008


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!

Saturday, August 09, 2008

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.

Friday, August 08, 2008

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!

For once, England is first!

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

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

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Big Brother

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

'Will Rex please come to the Diary Room
and bring his whiny-ass, boo-hooing,
spoiled rotten Princess with him?'

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

Friday, August 01, 2008

Movie Review

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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