You can do this right on this page. Just click on the first letter of a word and then click on the last letter. The word will then be crossed off on the list. It doesn't show on the puzzle after you find a word, but you can still hunt for them!
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Don't Miss Out.........
Just a reminder - check out the two books on the left side of my page! These are truly amazing. For anyone in (or who wants to be in) a Domestic Discipline relationship, these should be read start to finish - and then read again. I learned a lot from them, and hubby did too. I had almost given up hope that this lifestyle would ever become a reality. You see, hubby is a spanko really only interested in the sexual type of spanking. I crave the discipline side. We were butting heads because he didn't want to punish me, and I had dug in my heels and decided that if I wasn't going to get what I needed, then screw it, I just wasn't interested in any of it. Then these books came along. Hubby has read How To Give A Spanking - found it most enlightening! No, it's not an instant fix, but it sure opened the lines of communication and helped him see what it means for me and what's in it for him. I was then able to explain to him that if I were getting what I needed on the discipline side, I would probably be more receptive to the other types also (a true example of 'what's good for the goose is REALLY good for the gander'!). That seemed to spark his interest quite a bit! (Also told him his male friends - spanko or not - would ask him what was wrong with him if he told them he had a wife who was willing to be spanked for bad behavior but he didn't want to do it - LOL!) The hardest part of all this seems to be starting the conversation. These books will help you do that, and then give you lots of guidelines on where it can go from there. Can't recommend them enough - just click on the link on the top left for the Variant website and check them out!
Also, I had posted earlier that my spanking the other night didn't go well and you asked why. He waited 14 hours after telling me I was getting the spanking (and wondered why I didn't eat a bite of food all day!), and then it was a five minute, over the edge of the bed spanking (during which he was chuckling!), followed by him saying good night and going to bed. Ugh. The 14 hour wait was agony, not only because of the anticipation, but also because I began to think he wasn't going to follow through. Then he chuckles during it, when what I really needed was a bit of a telling off. And to top it all off, being dismissed after 5 minutes and him going to bed did not make me feel like he was giving it (or me) the serious attention it needed. Yes, I wanted the lecture, the being put in a corner to think about it. I certainly didn't want to be the one last chore of the day before he went to bed - I felt somewhat abandoned. So anyway, after he read the above mentioned book and we started talking, I was able to explain all this to him. Hopefully, they will get better from here.
Also, I had posted earlier that my spanking the other night didn't go well and you asked why. He waited 14 hours after telling me I was getting the spanking (and wondered why I didn't eat a bite of food all day!), and then it was a five minute, over the edge of the bed spanking (during which he was chuckling!), followed by him saying good night and going to bed. Ugh. The 14 hour wait was agony, not only because of the anticipation, but also because I began to think he wasn't going to follow through. Then he chuckles during it, when what I really needed was a bit of a telling off. And to top it all off, being dismissed after 5 minutes and him going to bed did not make me feel like he was giving it (or me) the serious attention it needed. Yes, I wanted the lecture, the being put in a corner to think about it. I certainly didn't want to be the one last chore of the day before he went to bed - I felt somewhat abandoned. So anyway, after he read the above mentioned book and we started talking, I was able to explain all this to him. Hopefully, they will get better from here.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Cutest Heart Shaped Bottom!
These two videos get major points for realism. The spanking isn't abusive, but it's good and hard, and her reaction is perfect - I don't think she is acting! Pushes a lot of my buttons! What do you think?
Yes please!
Ahhhh - this has it all. The lecture, the spanking, the cornertime as he sits nonchalantly reading his newspaper when he's done. Many a spanking fantasy have gone this route.............
Friday, August 21, 2009
Spanking on the horizon................
Well, I goofed up big time yesterday. Hubby came home from work and wanted to talk about some things that I was just not in the mood to discuss. Topics are not important - the bad thing is that I threw a bit of a temper tantrum and then sulked. All evening. Hubby went to bed and I sulked some more. Then I started feeling guilty. So before I went to bed, I made him a card and left it on his dresser. It said 'I'm sorry. I behaved like a real brat yesterday. I'd feel better if you would just give me a good old fashioned spanking. Wouldn't you?'. Didn't sleep well at all and finally gave up at 6am. Went downstairs and hubby finally came down around 8am. He laid the card in front of me and said, 'I agree! We have a date later today!'. So now he is out in the yard doing yard work and I'm here on pins and needles. Don't know when, don't know how. But I suspect I may be sitting carefully by this evening!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Facebook for Spankos!
Why had I never heard of this? www.spankolife.com Check it out! I've signed up - you'll find me there as Leigh.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
DD (As I Wish It Was) - a story
Hi all! Well, the imagination has taken off again (finally!) so I scribbled out a story. Usual theme. Hope you enjoy it. Also, be sure to check out my post from earlier today (OMG! - below). Reading these books renewed my hope that this lifestyle is possible and inspired the story! All comments appreciated.
DD (As I Wish It Was)
Leigh had only been home a few moments. Her husband, Mark, had gotten there about 15 minutes before her. As she came in from the garage and entered the kitchen, she saw Mark standing there, hands on hips, a look of aggravation on his face. She looked around and saw the reason for his consternation. The sink was full of dirty dishes, the floor hadn’t been swept, and there was general crap all over the table. ‘Leigh, what is the meaning of this?’ Mark inquired. She fluttered her hands in a dismissive manner. ‘I haven’t had time to clean up. You know I had errands to run today.’ ‘This isn’t the only mess, young lady. The bed hasn’t been made either. Now, what time did you leave today?’ Leigh looked down. ‘About 11:00,’ she murmured. ‘And you couldn’t find 30 minutes before you left to get your chores done?’ Mark growled. Leigh opened her mouth to blurt out an excuse, any excuse, but Mark stopped her with a wave of his hand. ‘Don’t even try it. There is no excuse for this. You know the agreement – upstairs, panties down, and in the corner. I’ll be up to deal with you in few minutes.’
Leigh debated arguing with him, but decided her best option was to do as she was told. She turned and fled the room, racing up the stairs to the bedroom. Going to the corner, she shoved her pants and panties down to her knees, put her hands on her head, and stuck her nose to the wall. ‘It’s your own fault,’ she sniffed to herself. ‘You asked for a disciplinary relationship, and even helped set the guidelines. But I don’t want a spanking!’ She almost wailed that last sentence out loud when she heard Mark approaching her from behind. But part of the rules she had agreed to was not arguing when she had a spanking coming. She steeled herself for the coming lecture.
‘Young lady, you know that you have very few rules that we have set. One of them is simple housework. You know as well as I do that I don’t expect a spotless house. But I do like a clean kitchen to cook in and a nicely made bed to crawl into after a hard day. You had plenty of time to accomplish both those things this morning before you left and you chose not to. Therefore, you are going to be punished. First, you are going to come make this bed. Then you are going to bend over it for a paddling. Then you will go downstairs and clean up the kitchen, followed by another paddling over the kitchen table. You will then sit down and write 100 times, ‘I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished’. To finish off, you will go over my knee and read me those lines, each one followed by a swat from the hairbrush. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes sir,’ Leigh whispered. She turned and reached down to pull up her pants as she left the corner. ‘Leave those down!’ Mark ordered. ‘I want that bottom where I can see it!’ Leigh flushed with embarrassment but did as she was told, shuffling awkwardly around the room as she made the bed.
When she was done, Mark placed three pillows in a stack on the side of the bed. ‘Over you go,’ he instructed. Leigh moaned but placed herself in position. Her toes touched the floor and her bottom was offered up to her husband. He wasted no time in obtaining the Lexan paddle and applying it forcefully to her rounded backside. Within three strokes, Leigh was yelping and twisting, dancing on her toes as she tried to wiggle away from the stinging smacks. But Mark ignored her protests and laid on 25 hard swats. Leigh was howling when he laid down the paddle.
‘Now, downstairs. Get busy on that kitchen. I’m right behind you!’ Leigh struggled to her feet and scurried out of the room and down the steps the best she could with her pants around her knees. Dignity was no longer an option – she just wanted to stay far enough ahead of him so that she was out of reach of the occasional smack. She began loading the dishwasher, her face burning as she realized that every time she bent down, her bare bottom was poked out, in full view of and on offer to her husband. After clearing off all the counters and tabletop and wiping them down, she grabbed the broom and did her best to sweep up in spite of her restraining attire. As soon as she had put the broom away, Mark had her by the arm and was guiding her to the now-clean table. ‘Lean over and grab the other side, please. And do not let go!’ As it turned out, their round kitchen table was just the right size where Leigh could lean across it, on tiptoes, and her thighs rested against one side while her fully outstretched hands could just grab the opposite edge. This tightly stretched position meant that she had no leeway to arch her upper body upward to try to twist away. She also knew that if she let go to try and reach back to protect her bottom, she would just make it worse for herself. Resting her face on the hard surface, she awaited her fate.
Mark soon proved to her that her laziness was not to be tolerated. Picking up a wooden spoon, he applied another 25 stinging smacks to Leigh’s still-red backside. By swat two, she was yelping. By number ten, she was bouncing up and down on her toes, wiggling her backside in a vain attempt to avoid the swats. When Mark finally finished the barrage, she was collapsed over the table, sobbing and hiccupping out promises to be a good girl in the future. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, rubbing her hot bottom as she lay there. But he was determined to teach her a lesson, and knew he could not back down on the full scope of her promised punishment. He helped her stand, and then directed her to sit down on the hard wooden chair. Leigh winced as her throbbing bottom hit the cold solid seat. Mark fetched a note pad and pen, placing them in front of his wife. ‘Write!’ he ordered, and then left the room.
Leigh sighed and picked up the pen. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of her pen as she wrote. Between the monotony of the writing, the sting of her bare bottom on the unforgiving chair, and the cramps that started in her hand around sentence 33, it was not a pleasant experience, nor one she wanted to repeat anytime soon. The knowledge that she still had one more spanking coming did not make it any easier. When sentence 100 was finally written, she slowly rose from her chair and shuffled into the living room, where Mark was sitting on the couch, watching the news and waiting for her. Head hanging, she held out the sheaf of papers to him for his inspection. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dreaded hairbrush lying next to him, and she shuddered. Mark ignored this as he scanned the pages. After what seemed an eternity, he motioned for Leigh to place herself over his lap.
Shuffling to his side, she draped herself over his knees. He positioned her so that her feet were on the floor and her upper body was resting on the couch beside him. ‘Up on your elbows, young lady,’ he told her. When she had raised her upper body off the couch, he slid the papers under her nose. ‘You will read the number of the sentence, and then the sentence. After each one, you will receive a swat. You will wait for that swat before reading the next sentence. Got it?’ Leigh just nodded miserably. ‘Good. Read!’
In a trembling voice, Leigh read out ‘One. I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished.’ CRACK! The hairbrush flattened one bottom cheek. ‘TWO! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ SMACK! ‘OW! THREE! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ This continued as Leigh alternately screeched and read lines, the time between each sentence growing as she howled longer after each swat. When number 100 was finally reached, she was a sobbing mess, the last sentence barely more than a whisper as she croaked it out, but finding her voice for one last loud howl as the last sizzling swat of the brush was applied. She collapsed over his lap, papers pushed aside as she cried into the cushion. Mark laid the brush aside and gently massaged her burning bottom, giving her time to compose herself. When she had calmed down, he eased her upright and cuddled her on his lap as she clung to him and babbled apologies and promises to be a good girl in the future into his chest. His worries about their chosen lifestyle vanished when she finally looked up at him and said simply, ‘Thank you, darling. I love you.’
DD (As I Wish It Was)
Leigh had only been home a few moments. Her husband, Mark, had gotten there about 15 minutes before her. As she came in from the garage and entered the kitchen, she saw Mark standing there, hands on hips, a look of aggravation on his face. She looked around and saw the reason for his consternation. The sink was full of dirty dishes, the floor hadn’t been swept, and there was general crap all over the table. ‘Leigh, what is the meaning of this?’ Mark inquired. She fluttered her hands in a dismissive manner. ‘I haven’t had time to clean up. You know I had errands to run today.’ ‘This isn’t the only mess, young lady. The bed hasn’t been made either. Now, what time did you leave today?’ Leigh looked down. ‘About 11:00,’ she murmured. ‘And you couldn’t find 30 minutes before you left to get your chores done?’ Mark growled. Leigh opened her mouth to blurt out an excuse, any excuse, but Mark stopped her with a wave of his hand. ‘Don’t even try it. There is no excuse for this. You know the agreement – upstairs, panties down, and in the corner. I’ll be up to deal with you in few minutes.’
Leigh debated arguing with him, but decided her best option was to do as she was told. She turned and fled the room, racing up the stairs to the bedroom. Going to the corner, she shoved her pants and panties down to her knees, put her hands on her head, and stuck her nose to the wall. ‘It’s your own fault,’ she sniffed to herself. ‘You asked for a disciplinary relationship, and even helped set the guidelines. But I don’t want a spanking!’ She almost wailed that last sentence out loud when she heard Mark approaching her from behind. But part of the rules she had agreed to was not arguing when she had a spanking coming. She steeled herself for the coming lecture.
‘Young lady, you know that you have very few rules that we have set. One of them is simple housework. You know as well as I do that I don’t expect a spotless house. But I do like a clean kitchen to cook in and a nicely made bed to crawl into after a hard day. You had plenty of time to accomplish both those things this morning before you left and you chose not to. Therefore, you are going to be punished. First, you are going to come make this bed. Then you are going to bend over it for a paddling. Then you will go downstairs and clean up the kitchen, followed by another paddling over the kitchen table. You will then sit down and write 100 times, ‘I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished’. To finish off, you will go over my knee and read me those lines, each one followed by a swat from the hairbrush. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes sir,’ Leigh whispered. She turned and reached down to pull up her pants as she left the corner. ‘Leave those down!’ Mark ordered. ‘I want that bottom where I can see it!’ Leigh flushed with embarrassment but did as she was told, shuffling awkwardly around the room as she made the bed.
When she was done, Mark placed three pillows in a stack on the side of the bed. ‘Over you go,’ he instructed. Leigh moaned but placed herself in position. Her toes touched the floor and her bottom was offered up to her husband. He wasted no time in obtaining the Lexan paddle and applying it forcefully to her rounded backside. Within three strokes, Leigh was yelping and twisting, dancing on her toes as she tried to wiggle away from the stinging smacks. But Mark ignored her protests and laid on 25 hard swats. Leigh was howling when he laid down the paddle.
‘Now, downstairs. Get busy on that kitchen. I’m right behind you!’ Leigh struggled to her feet and scurried out of the room and down the steps the best she could with her pants around her knees. Dignity was no longer an option – she just wanted to stay far enough ahead of him so that she was out of reach of the occasional smack. She began loading the dishwasher, her face burning as she realized that every time she bent down, her bare bottom was poked out, in full view of and on offer to her husband. After clearing off all the counters and tabletop and wiping them down, she grabbed the broom and did her best to sweep up in spite of her restraining attire. As soon as she had put the broom away, Mark had her by the arm and was guiding her to the now-clean table. ‘Lean over and grab the other side, please. And do not let go!’ As it turned out, their round kitchen table was just the right size where Leigh could lean across it, on tiptoes, and her thighs rested against one side while her fully outstretched hands could just grab the opposite edge. This tightly stretched position meant that she had no leeway to arch her upper body upward to try to twist away. She also knew that if she let go to try and reach back to protect her bottom, she would just make it worse for herself. Resting her face on the hard surface, she awaited her fate.
Mark soon proved to her that her laziness was not to be tolerated. Picking up a wooden spoon, he applied another 25 stinging smacks to Leigh’s still-red backside. By swat two, she was yelping. By number ten, she was bouncing up and down on her toes, wiggling her backside in a vain attempt to avoid the swats. When Mark finally finished the barrage, she was collapsed over the table, sobbing and hiccupping out promises to be a good girl in the future. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, rubbing her hot bottom as she lay there. But he was determined to teach her a lesson, and knew he could not back down on the full scope of her promised punishment. He helped her stand, and then directed her to sit down on the hard wooden chair. Leigh winced as her throbbing bottom hit the cold solid seat. Mark fetched a note pad and pen, placing them in front of his wife. ‘Write!’ he ordered, and then left the room.
Leigh sighed and picked up the pen. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of her pen as she wrote. Between the monotony of the writing, the sting of her bare bottom on the unforgiving chair, and the cramps that started in her hand around sentence 33, it was not a pleasant experience, nor one she wanted to repeat anytime soon. The knowledge that she still had one more spanking coming did not make it any easier. When sentence 100 was finally written, she slowly rose from her chair and shuffled into the living room, where Mark was sitting on the couch, watching the news and waiting for her. Head hanging, she held out the sheaf of papers to him for his inspection. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dreaded hairbrush lying next to him, and she shuddered. Mark ignored this as he scanned the pages. After what seemed an eternity, he motioned for Leigh to place herself over his lap.
Shuffling to his side, she draped herself over his knees. He positioned her so that her feet were on the floor and her upper body was resting on the couch beside him. ‘Up on your elbows, young lady,’ he told her. When she had raised her upper body off the couch, he slid the papers under her nose. ‘You will read the number of the sentence, and then the sentence. After each one, you will receive a swat. You will wait for that swat before reading the next sentence. Got it?’ Leigh just nodded miserably. ‘Good. Read!’
In a trembling voice, Leigh read out ‘One. I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished.’ CRACK! The hairbrush flattened one bottom cheek. ‘TWO! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ SMACK! ‘OW! THREE! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ This continued as Leigh alternately screeched and read lines, the time between each sentence growing as she howled longer after each swat. When number 100 was finally reached, she was a sobbing mess, the last sentence barely more than a whisper as she croaked it out, but finding her voice for one last loud howl as the last sizzling swat of the brush was applied. She collapsed over his lap, papers pushed aside as she cried into the cushion. Mark laid the brush aside and gently massaged her burning bottom, giving her time to compose herself. When she had calmed down, he eased her upright and cuddled her on his lap as she clung to him and babbled apologies and promises to be a good girl in the future into his chest. His worries about their chosen lifestyle vanished when she finally looked up at him and said simply, ‘Thank you, darling. I love you.’
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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!
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!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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?
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?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Turn. Your. Speakers. Down.
Seriously. I'm not kidding. Waaaaayyyyyy down. She's a screamer. Like I've never heard before. Nice spanking, though.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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.
3. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
4. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
5. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
6. I promise not to play with my toys wihtout permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
7. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
8. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
9. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
10. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
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16. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
17. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
18. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
19. I promise not to play with my toys without permissoin again and to cut down on my smoking.
20. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
21. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
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28. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
29. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
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40. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
41. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
42. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
43. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
44. I promise not to play with my otys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
45. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
46. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
47. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
48. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
49. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
50. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
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."
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.
3. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
4. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
5. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
6. I promise not to play with my toys wihtout permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
7. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
8. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
9. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
10. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
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18. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
19. I promise not to play with my toys without permissoin again and to cut down on my smoking.
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26. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
27. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
28. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
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40. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
41. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
42. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
43. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
44. I promise not to play with my otys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
45. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
46. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
47. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
48. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
49. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
50. I promise not to play with my toys without permission again and to cut down on my smoking.
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."
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
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!
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