This elephant gets more action than I do..........

I discovered an on-topic story this week that I had never heard of before. It is even by Rudyard Kipling, no less! I consider myself a fairly literate person and am shocked that I had never heard of this. What's worse is that I have a socially unacceptable show like Big Brother (the UK version) to thank for introducing it to me. Here it is for your enjoyment:

The Elephant's Child

IN the High and Far-Off Times the Elephant, O Best Beloved, had no trunk. He had only a blackish, bulgy nose, as big as a boot, that he could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn't pick up things with it. But there was one Elephant--a new Elephant--an Elephant's Child--who was full of 'satiable curtiosity, and that means he asked ever so many questions. And he lived in Africa, and he filled all Africa with his 'satiable curtiosities. He asked his tall aunt, the Ostrich, why her tail-feathers grew just so, and his tall aunt the Ostrich spanked him with her hard, hard claw. He asked his tall uncle, the Giraffe, what made his skin spotty, and his tall uncle, the Giraffe, spanked him with his hard, hard hoof. And still he was full of 'satiable curtiosity! He asked his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, why her eyes were red, and his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, spanked him with her broad, broad hoof; and he asked his hairy uncle, the Baboon, why melons tasted just so, and his hairy uncle, the Baboon, spanked him with his hairy, hairy paw. And still he was full of 'satiable curtiosity! He asked questions about everything that he saw, or heard, or felt, or smelt, or touched, and all his uncles and his aunts spanked him. And still he was full of 'satiable curtiosity!

One fine morning in the middle of the Precession of the Equinoxes this 'satiable Elephant's Child asked a new fine question that he had never asked before. He asked, 'What does the Crocodile have for dinner?' Then everybody said, 'Hush!' in a loud and dretful tone, and they spanked him immediately and directly, without stopping, for a long time.

By and by, when that was finished, he came upon Kolokolo Bird sitting in the middle of a wait-a-bit thorn-bush, and he said, 'My father has spanked me, and my mother has spanked me; all my aunts and uncles have spanked me for my 'satiable curtiosity; and still I want to know what the Crocodile has for dinner!'

Then Kolokolo Bird said, with a mournful cry, 'Go to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, and find out.'

That very next morning, when there was nothing left of the Equinoxes, because the Precession had preceded according to precedent, this 'satiable Elephant's Child took a hundred pounds of bananas (the little short red kind), and a hundred pounds of sugar-cane (the long purple kind), and seventeen melons (the greeny-crackly kind), and said to all his dear families, 'Goodbye. I am going to the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, to find out what the Crocodile has for dinner.' And they all spanked him once more for luck, though he asked them most politely to stop.

Then he went away, a little warm, but not at all astonished, eating melons, and throwing the rind about, because he could not pick it up.

He went from Graham's Town to Kimberley, and from Kimberley to Khama's Country, and from Khama's Country he went east by north, eating melons all the time, till at last he came to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, precisely as Kolokolo Bird had said.

Now you must know and understand, O Best Beloved, that till that very week, and day, and hour, and minute, this 'satiable Elephant's Child had never seen a Crocodile, and did not know what one was like. It was all his 'satiable curtiosity.

The first thing that he found was a Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake curled round a rock.

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but have you seen such a thing as a Crocodile in these promiscuous parts?'

'Have I seen a Crocodile?' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, in a voice of dretful scorn. 'What will you ask me next?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but could you kindly tell me what he has for dinner?'

Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake uncoiled himself very quickly from the rock, and spanked the Elephant's Child with his scalesome, flailsome tail.

'That is odd,' said the Elephant's Child, 'because my father and my mother, and my uncle and my aunt, not to mention my other aunt, the Hippopotamus, and my other uncle, the Baboon, have all spanked me for my 'satiable curtiosity--and I suppose this is the same thing.

So he said good-bye very politely to the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, and helped to coil him up on the rock again, and went on, a little warm, but not at all astonished, eating melons, and throwing the rind about, because he could not pick it up, till he trod on what he thought was a log of wood at the very edge of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees.

But it was really the Crocodile, O Best Beloved, and the Crocodile winked one eye--like this!

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but do you happen to have seen a Crocodile in these promiscuous parts?'

Then the Crocodile winked the other eye, and lifted half his tail out of the mud; and the Elephant's Child stepped back most politely, because he did not wish to be spanked again.

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile. 'Why do you ask such things?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but my father has spanked me, my mother has spanked me, not to mention my tall aunt, the Ostrich, and my tall uncle, the Giraffe, who can kick ever so hard, as well as my broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, and my hairy uncle, the Baboon, and including the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, with the scalesome, flailsome tail, just up the bank, who spanks harder than any of them; and so, if it's quite all the same to you, I don't want to be spanked any more.'

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile, 'for I am the Crocodile,' and he wept crocodile-tears to show it was quite true.

Then the Elephant's Child grew all breathless, and panted, and kneeled down on the bank and said, 'You are the very person I have been looking for all these long days. Will you please tell me what you have for dinner?'

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile, 'and I'll whisper.'

Then the Elephant's Child put his head down close to the Crocodile's musky, tusky mouth, and the Crocodile caught him by his little nose, which up to that very week, day, hour, and minute, had been no bigger than a boot, though much more useful.

'I think, said the Crocodile--and he said it between his teeth, like this--'I think to-day I will begin with Elephant's Child!'

At this, O Best Beloved, the Elephant's Child was much annoyed, and he said, speaking through his nose, like this, 'Led go! You are hurtig be!'

Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake scuffled down from the bank and said, 'My young friend, if you do not now, immediately and instantly, pull as hard as ever you can, it is my opinion that your acquaintance in the large-pattern leather ulster' (and by this he meant the Crocodile) 'will jerk you into yonder limpid stream before you can say Jack Robinson.'

This is the way Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snakes always talk.

Then the Elephant's Child sat back on his little haunches, and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and his nose began to stretch. And the Crocodile floundered into the water, making it all creamy with great sweeps of his tail, and he pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

And the Elephant's Child's nose kept on stretching; and the Elephant's Child spread all his little four legs and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and his nose kept on stretching; and the Crocodile threshed his tail like an oar, and he pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and at each pull the Elephant's Child's nose grew longer and longer--and it hurt him hijjus!

Then the Elephant's Child felt his legs slipping, and he said through his nose, which was now nearly five feet long, 'This is too butch for be!'

Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake came down from the bank, and knotted himself in a double-clove-hitch round the Elephant's Child's hind legs, and said, 'Rash and inexperienced traveller, we will now seriously devote ourselves to a little high tension, because if we do not, it is my impression that yonder self-propelling man-of-war with the armour-plated upper deck' (and by this, O Best Beloved, he meant the Crocodile), 'will permanently vitiate your future career.

That is the way all Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snakes always talk.

So he pulled, and the Elephant's Child pulled, and the Crocodile pulled; but the Elephant's Child and the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake pulled hardest; and at last the Crocodile let go of the Elephant's Child's nose with a plop that you could hear all up and down the Limpopo.

Then the Elephant's Child sat down most hard and sudden; but first he was careful to say 'Thank you' to the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake; and next he was kind to his poor pulled nose, and wrapped it all up in cool banana leaves, and hung it in the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo to cool.

'What are you doing that for?' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake.

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but my nose is badly out of shape, and I am waiting for it to shrink.

'Then you will have to wait a long time, said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. 'Some people do not know what is good for them.'

The Elephant's Child sat there for three days waiting for his nose to shrink. But it never grew any shorter, and, besides, it made him squint. For, O Best Beloved, you will see and understand that the Crocodile had pulled it out into a really truly trunk same as all Elephants have to-day.

At the end of the third day a fly came and stung him on the shoulder, and before he knew what he was doing he lifted up his trunk and hit that fly dead with the end of it.

''Vantage number one!' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. 'You couldn't have done that with a mere-smear nose. Try and eat a little now.'

Before he thought what he was doing the Elephant's Child put out his trunk and plucked a large bundle of grass, dusted it clean against his fore-legs, and stuffed it into his own mouth.

'Vantage number two!' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. 'You couldn't have done that with a mear-smear nose. Don't you think the sun is very hot here?'

'It is,' said the Elephant's Child, and before he thought what he was doing he schlooped up a schloop of mud from the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo, and slapped it on his head, where it made a cool schloopy-sloshy mud-cap all trickly behind his ears.

'Vantage number three!' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. 'You couldn't have done that with a mere-smear nose. Now how do you feel about being spanked again?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but I should not like it at all.'

'How would you like to spank somebody?' said the Bi- Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake.

'I should like it very much indeed,' said the Elephant's Child.

'Well,' said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, 'you will find that new nose of yours very useful to spank people with.'

'Thank you,' said the Elephant's Child, 'I'll remember that; and now I think I'll go home to all my dear families and try.'

So the Elephant's Child went home across Africa frisking and whisking his trunk. When he wanted fruit to eat he pulled fruit down from a tree, instead of waiting for it to fall as he used to do. When he wanted grass he plucked grass up from the ground, instead of going on his knees as he used to do. When the flies bit him he broke off the branch of a tree and used it as fly-whisk; and he made himself a new, cool, slushy-squshy mud-cap whenever the sun was hot. When he felt lonely walking through Africa he sang to himself down his trunk, and the noise was louder than several brass bands.

He went especially out of his way to find a broad Hippopotamus (she was no relation of his), and he spanked her very hard, to make sure that the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake had spoken the truth about his new trunk. The rest of the time he picked up the melon rinds that he had dropped on his way to the Limpopo--for he was a Tidy Pachyderm.

One dark evening he came back to all his dear families, and he coiled up his trunk and said, 'How do you do?' They were very glad to see him, and immediately said, 'Come here and be spanked for your 'satiable curtiosity.'

'Pooh,' said the Elephant's Child. 'I don't think you peoples know anything about spanking; but I do, and I'll show you.' Then he uncurled his trunk and knocked two of his dear brothers head over heels.

'O Bananas!' said they, 'where did you learn that trick, and what have you done to your nose?'

'I got a new one from the Crocodile on the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River,' said the Elephant's Child. 'I asked him what he had for dinner, and he gave me this to keep.'

'It looks very ugly,' said his hairy uncle, the Baboon.

'It does,' said the Elephant's Child. 'But it's very useful,' and he picked up his hairy uncle, the Baboon, by one hairy leg, and hove him into a hornet's nest.

Then that bad Elephant's Child spanked all his dear families for a long time, till they were very warm and greatly astonished. He pulled out his tall Ostrich aunt's tail-feathers; and he caught his tall uncle, the Giraffe, by the hind-leg, and dragged him through a thorn-bush; and he shouted at his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, and blew bubbles into her ear when she was sleeping in the water after meals; but he never let any one touch Kolokolo Bird.

At last things grew so exciting that his dear families went off one by one in a hurry to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, to borrow new noses from the Crocodile. When they came back nobody spanked anybody any more; and ever since that day, O Best Beloved, all the Elephants you will ever see, besides all those that you won't, have trunks precisely like the trunk of the 'satiable Elephant's Child.

Going to have to start throwing bricks.................

I swear, men are clueless!!!! Ok, the other night, when hubby was asleep, I went into the bedroom to get something. It was warm and he had pushed back the covers. He was also sleeping naked, which he does sometimes. So I couldn't resist - I got the camera and took his picture! He was out cold - the flash didn't even phase him. Then I decided to get a bit naughty. I put the picture on my laptop and set it as my wallpaper. 17" screen full of my naked hubby! Then I left the laptop open and running. He finally noticed it last night and asked when I had taken THAT! I explained. His reaction? Laughed and thought it was funny. End of that discussion. Hmpppphhhhh.

What did I want to happen?

HIM: What is that doing on your computer, young lady?
ME: I liked it so I put it there.
HIM: Well, take it off right this minute!
ME: No!
HIM: I said take it off.
ME: I said I didn't want to.
HIM: I'm warning you, missy. Take it off, or...
ME: Or what?
HIM: Or you're going to be very sorry.
ME: Ha! Not likely!
HIM: Last warning - take it off.
ME: No! You can't make me!

And then he makes me. After a good spanking and some time in the corner until I see things his way, that is.

You know, men say we have to tell them what we want. I don't know about any of you, but it sort of ruins the fantasy if we have to write the whole bloody script! Can't guys just see an opportunity and run with it once in a while? LOL!

Just haven't had any interest...........................

If anyone was wondering - no, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth! I did drop off the spanking scene for a while. Just lost all interest - anyone else go through bouts of that? I'm trying desperately to get it back though. Our life has been so stressed for the last few months that anything to do with pleasure has been put on hold. But I'm missing it and I've started working on some stories again. I hope there is someone still visiting me from time to time, and I promise to get some new stuff on here soon. I was just beginning to think that maybe blogging had run its course and people weren't interested anymore. Guess I just have to learn to use this site as an outlet for myself and if anyone else likes it, that's just an added benefit. Hope you are all having a great summer - it's actually 73 degrees here in the UK today - woo hoo!

My Favorite Spanko

For all of those who voted for James Spader as the one they would like to be spanked by, and any one else who can appreciate a hot spanko, some images from Secretary -



And the famous scene -



Now if you all will excuse me, I am going to go take a nice, long cold shower until I cool off. I should be back in about a month................

Story Time

Ok, so it's not the most creative title! But it is what it is. I promised a story, so hope you enjoy!

The Naughty Schoolgirl

When Mark came through the front door, it was with the air of expectation. It was Friday and the work week was done. He also was hoping for some ‘quality’ time with his wife, Leigh. It had been a hectic week and they had both been a bit stressed, Leigh more so than him. She had some things to answer for concerning her attitude earlier in the week, and Mark had been debating on the way home how he was going to approach the subject. More importantly, he had been thinking how a certain young lady was in need of a good scolding and a bottom-warming, and he was more than happy to be the one to paddle her adorable but deserving butt!

He sensed something was already in the air when he walked into the house. The silence was deafening. No TV on, no sign of his wife running up to greet him as she usually did. He put down his briefcase and went to look for her. Through the downstairs, into the kitchen - still no Leigh. He was about to run upstairs when he heard a small cough from the back of the house. ‘Leigh?’ he called out. ‘Where are you?’ A small voice called back. ‘In your office - - - Sir.’ Sir? Mark was instantly intrigued and he strode to his home office and opened the door. The sight that greeted him made his heart pound, and he stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in.

Leigh was seated in a straight-backed chair, facing his desk which meant she was sitting with her side towards the door. Mark had a view of her in complete profile. She was wearing her school girl uniform - white blouse, pleated plaid skirt, ankle socks, and black patent leather shoes. Her hair was brushed back and a ribbon was tied around her head. Mark saw her stiffen as he opened the door but she sat still in her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes on the floor in front of her feet which were pulled back under her chair and twisted around one another at the ankles. He could see the top foot was jiggling rapidly as if she were trying to push her nervousness out through her toes. Looking over at the desk, he saw a lone envelope lying in the centre of his desk blotter. Mark realized he no longer had to worry about how to approach the subject of disciplining his errant wife. It was now his job to correct a naughty schoolgirl and he gladly launched into his role. Squaring his shoulders, he walked across the room and sat behind his desk. Leigh never looked up, her eyes glued to the carpet.

Mark picked up the envelope that was addressed to him. He suppressed a smile when he saw the hand-drawn stamp and cancellation mark in the upper right corner. The return address in the upper left was from the Chastenwood Academy. Before opening it, he tapped the corner of it on his desk. Sternly glaring at Leigh, he spoke. ‘What’s this all about, young lady? Are you in trouble at school?’ he demanded. Leigh jumped, and mumbled an answer. ‘Speak up, little girl! I said, are you in trouble at school?’ Mark growled. She repeated her answer, a little louder, her voice trembling. ‘Y - yes Sir, I th - think so.’ ‘You THINK so?’ Mark echoed. ‘Well, let’s just see!’ He slit the envelope open and pulled out the sheet of paper. Unfolding it, he began to read it out loud:

“Dear Mr. Bender,

I feel it is time to write to you to ask for your assistance with regards to Leigh’s behaviour. We have been having a few problems with her as to her attitude in class and getting her homework done and turned in. I have tried keeping her after school in detention, and we have even gone so far on two occasions as to administer corporal punishment. She has now received the paddle in my office twice. The first time was for tardiness and she was paddled three times over her skirt. The second time was for homework not being done after repeated warnings and she received six swats on the seat of her panties..... “

Mark stopped reading and addressed his wife-turned-child, who was now cringing in her chair. Still staring at the floor, she was now squirming from side to side, possibly in anticipation of the red hot bottom she knew was in her future. ‘Sit still and look at me, young lady!’ Mark ordered. Leigh quickly planted her backside flat on the chair, and slowly raised her head until her eyes met his. When he had her attention, he continued. ‘So you haven’t been doing your homework and you’ve been late for class, not to mention the fact that you have been paddled twice at school and you haven’t told me. What do you have to say for yourself?’ Leigh’s eyebrows went up hopefully. ‘I’m sorry I was naughty and I won’t do it again?’ she replied. Mark’s eyebrows came down low over his eyes. ‘Nice try, but I don’t think so, missy.’ Slapping the letter back down on his desk, he rose and quickly moved around the desk to Leigh’s side. She squealed as he took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He then propelled her across the room and placed her in the corner with her nose to the wall. She shrieked as he lifted her skirt, tucking the hem into the waistband. Her hands grabbed for her panties a split second too late as he whisked them down off her hips to her knees. Giving her a half dozen sharp slaps to her now-bare bottom to show her he meant business, he ordered her to put her hands on her head and stand still. Haltingly, Leigh obeyed. Mark retrieved the letter and finished reading it, this time standing right behind her.

"Unfortunately, these methods don’t seem to be having the desired effect. She has now been involved in an altercation with a teacher, and I think stronger measures are called for - ones that I do not have the authority to administer. If I may be so bold as to offer a suggestion, I think Leigh would benefit greatly from a session over your knee with her bare bottom feeling the sting of a good hairbrush spanking. I also think she should then spend some time in the corner to think about her actions. Restricting her computer and bed times might also help to get her on a better schedule.

I hate to suggest such drastic measures, but I am afraid that if this situation continues, our only further course of action will be to expel her, and I’m sure none of us want that. Please write back and let me know what you decide to do. I am willing to help you in any way I can.

Sincerely,

Headmistress Johnson”

‘An altercation with a teacher? Explain yourself, missy!’ Mark thundered. Leigh stammered out an indignant reply. ‘Miss Pinchley started it! I was just tired during gym class, and I wanted to sit down and rest! She told me I had to run laps with the rest of the girls, and I - I told her to...’ Her voice trailed off. ‘You told her to what?’ Mark prompted. Leigh clamped her mouth shut. A loud *SMACK* to her bottom loosened her tongue. ‘OW! Ok! I told her to fuck off!’ she shrieked in a rush. A long pause. ‘You told her to what?’ Mark said again, this time his voice low and incredulous, hot with anger that Leigh could feel on the back of her neck. She squirmed and repeated the statement, still trying to defend her actions. ‘I told her to fuck off. I said I was sorry right after and promised not to do it again. But the old bat still got pissed off and sent me to the principal’s office! I tried to tell her I was just tired but she wouldn’t listen! She doesn’t care about any of us at all....’ Her tirade was interrupted by another hard *SWAT* to her bottom, this one shocking her into silence.

‘That’s enough!’ Mark commanded. ‘Your headmistress is right - you are in need of a good spanking! First you behave so badly and then try to justify it by saying you were tired? And calling your teacher an old bat? You don’t sound sorry to me at all! There is no excuse for what you did, and if it keeps up, you are going to end up getting kicked out of school! I will not tolerate that, and things are going to change around here to make sure it doesn’t happen. You will stand there for a while I decide your punishment, and I don’t want to hear another peep out of you! I promise you, you will be sorry for your behaviour - VERY sorry - when I get finished with you, little girl! You are going to learn that your attitude is not worth the trouble it gets you in to!’ He walked back to his desk, flung the letter down on it, and then stormed from the room, leaving Leigh to stand miserably in the corner, awaiting her fate.

Thirty minutes passed. The time seemed interminable to Leigh, but at the same time she wanted it to go on longer, to delay the inevitable. She jumped when she heard Mark come back into the room, and a chill washed over her body as she felt him staring at her. He kept her in suspense for a few minutes longer, moving things around the room so that she could hear but not see what he was doing. When he finally called her to turn around and come to him, she did so slowly and he could see the look of dread on her face when she saw him seated in the straight-backed chair, now turned away from the desk. He said nothing as she shuffled across the room to him, her steps hindered by the panties at her knees. The first sound either of them made was the loud ‘Oooooohhhh!’ from Leigh when he took her by the wrist and tumbled her down across his knee. Still working silently, Mark shifted her forward so her head was down near the carpet and her bare bottom was centered enticingly over his thigh. She was off balance and had to place her hands on the floor to keep from falling on her head. He placed his other leg over hers, clamping her in place so she couldn’t twist away from him. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he began to pat her bottom. Leigh’s cheeks begin to involuntarily clench - she knew he preferred to combine the warm-up with a lecture, and this time proved to be no different.

PAT PAT PAT ‘You were very naughty, weren’t you, young lady?’ *SMACK* ‘Ow! Yes sir, I guess so!’ PAT PAT PAT ‘You guess so?’ *SWAT* ‘Owie! Ok! Yes sir, I was!’ PAT PAT PAT ‘You were what, little girl?’ *WHAP* ‘Yeow! I was naughty, sir!’ PAT PAT PAT ‘And what happens to naughty little girls?’ *CRACK* ‘OW! They get a spanking, sir!’ PAT PAT PAT ‘So you agree that you were naughty and deserve a spanking?’ *SPLAT* *WHAP* ‘Ow ow ow! Yes sir!’ PAT PAT ‘Good girl! Never let it be said that I don’t give you everything you deserve!’ With that, the patting stopped and the spanking began in earnest. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SPLAT* Mark’s hand rose and fell, again and again. The spanks started out slow and moderate, but quickly sped up and increased in strength. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SPLAT* After a minute or so, Leigh could feel the heat building in her backside. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SPLAT* Another minute passed and the sting had spread across her buttocks. Her toes were drumming the carpet. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SPLAT* By now, Leigh was wailing and yelping with each swat and her hand flew back to protect her bottom. Mark simply grabbed it and pinned it to the small of her back as he continued to spank. *SMACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *SLAP* Leigh howled with each impact. After a steady ten minutes of spanking, Mark’s hand was beginning to smart, so he paused, rubbing her hot bottom while she caught her breath.

Once Leigh had stopped panting and he felt her go limp over his knee, Mark reached over to the desk and picked up the hairbrush. She squealed in despair when she felt the cool hard wood laid on her sore bottom. ‘Hush!’ Mark ordered as he moved the implement in slow circles over Leigh’s backside. ‘Before I paddle this naughty butt, I have some new rules that you are going to have to listen to. One, since all this bad behaviour has apparently been caused because you are tired and cranky from lack of sleep, you will now go to bed at 9PM every night until further notice! And two....’ *CRACK* He smacked Leigh quickly when she arched up and tried to protest the bedtime rule. The sting of the hairbrush quickly silenced her and she flopped back down over his knee. Mark continued. ‘As I was saying, two, since you are spending too much time playing on the computer and not getting your homework done, the computer is now for homework only! Any playing will result in another trip over my knee. And I will be checking your history to make sure you are behaving. Is that understood, young lady?’ ‘Yes sir!’ Leigh wailed in response. ‘Good,’ Mark said. ‘Now let’s get this punishment underway!’

Gripping her tightly around the waist, Mark began to apply the hairbrush soundly to Leigh’s bottom. Fifty times the hard wood crashed down on her tender skin, each stroke flattening the puffy flesh. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* The sounds of impact and Leigh’s cries and howls mingled in the air. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* Mark paddled quickly, each stroke as hard as the last, covering every square millimetre of Leigh’s bottom. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* By the time the last one had landed, the heat was radiating off her swollen cheeks, and Leigh was limp and sobbing over his lap. Mark dropped the hairbrush to the floor and gently helped her to her feet. He guided her back to the corner and placed her there with her nose to the wall. Warning her to stay put until she was called, Mark returned to his desk. He picked up the letter from the school, flipped it over, and began to write. The scratching of his pen was accompanied by the sniffles emanating from the corner.

When he was finished, he sat for a while, enjoying the view of her red, throbbing bottom as she stood facing the wall. He could almost see the cheeks pulsating from across the room. Leigh shifted from one foot to the other as she resisted the urge to reach back and rub her flaming behind. Finally, he called to her. ‘Turn around and come here, young lady.’ Leigh slowly twirled to face him and made her way to the desk. She stood facing him, her eyes down and her hands clasped in front of her. Mark held out the letter. ‘You are to take this back to your headmistress tomorrow. Right now, I want you to read it out loud to me so that you know what I have told her and what you have to look forward to.’ Leigh reached out a shaky hand and took the paper. She inhaled deeply and read:

"Dear Headmistress Johnson,

Thank you for the heads up regarding Leigh’s behaviour. I didn’t realize things were getting so bad and I appreciate the chance to rectify things before you had to resort to expulsion.

I have now taken steps to improve Leigh’s attitude. After I read your letter, Leigh was sent to the corner with her skirt up and her panties down while I scolded her about her actions. She spent a good half hour with her nose to the wall. I then put her over my knee. She received a sound ten minute spanking with my hand. I then switched to the hairbrush and administered 50 hard smacks to her bare bottom. By the time I had finished, she was kicking and crying and promising to do better in the future. She was then sent with a very red behind on display to spend another 30 minutes in the corner. She was grounded from her computer except for schoolwork and her bedtime has been moved to 9pm until further notice. She has also been told she will receive a comparable punishment every night this week to remind her of her promise to behave. She has been promised the paddle tomorrow.”

Leigh stopped for a moment and looked up, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it when she saw Mark’s face. He waved at her to continue.

“As a result, you may see her sitting gingerly in class. Please pay no mind. However, if the problems continue, please do not hesitate to contact me and I will deal with them accordingly. Leigh knows this and you should start to see an improvement in her attitude.

Sincerely,

Mr. Mark Bender”

Leigh laid the letter back down on the desk and resumed her demure position, eyes down and hands clasped. ‘Do you understand the letter, little girl?’ Mark asked. ‘Yes sir,’ Leigh replied softly. ‘Are you going to do your best to behave from now on and be respectful to your teachers?’ Leigh repeated the same two words. ‘And do you understand that any further misbehaviour will not be tolerated and that you will find yourself bare-bottomed over my knee for another hard spanking if you act like a naughty little girl again?’ At this warning, Leigh could only nod miserably. Mark decided that she had been punished enough and had learned her lesson - for now. He stood and walked around the desk to her, drawing her into his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. His hands slid down and gently squeezed her scorched bottom. To his surprise and delight, she responded to his touch by arching her back and pressing her hips hard against his. A low moan escaped her as she lifted her face, her lips ferociously seeking out his. Mark quickly decided the bedtime rule could be extended for one night. His wife was back.................

Toy Purchase

Ok, a little progress to post on the toy front. Which one did I purchase? Drum roll.......... Both!

I got an email back from Love Honey that they would in fact match the lower price on the second toy. So I took a deep breath and ordered it. It arrived just 2 days later. One problem - hubby was home to greet the post man and of course wanted to know what was in the package! Told him he would find out in due time. Well, due time turned out to be that afternoon since I was eager to try it out. I disappeared into the bedroom and put both attachments in their appropriate - um - places. Came out and handed the remote to hubby and just walked away with a grin. Didn't take him long to figure out what it was for, although he made me wait for a while before pushing a button. As a result, I had stopped anticipating it and he got a big kick out of it when I squealed from the other room! He played with it for a couple of hours until he couldn't stand it any more and dragged me off to the bedroom for a good spanking, followed by a good .......... Well, you get the picture! (Actually, at one point, he got me to the Big O just by making the back one vibrate! Woo-hoo!)

My rating on this toy: It's a bit fiddly. Getting the flat pad for the front to stay in place requires a tight pair of undies to hold it. But once you get it in the right spot - Oh Boy! It's also a bit of a trick to get the wires where you need them to get both vibrators in place. My main concern about the bullet-type one for the back was that I always worry about inserting items back there that are connected to a wire and don't have a flanged base that doesn't go inside the body. What happens if you go to pull it out and the wire comes out!? Well, with this one, it's small enough that I figured that if that happened, it would be a fairly simple matter to 'push' it out. But the easiest solution to that is to slip it into a condom before inserting it. Then you don't have to pull on the wire. Perfomance wise, this is a great little toy. The pad for the front has the best vibrating action. The bullet is not bad, but it is small so the buzz isn't as much as it could be. It is absolutely silent as advertised, so that is a plus. But being the anal-centric wench that I am, I still craved more 'back end buzz'. So......................

I have ordered the other toy, the Alien! I found out with more research that it is, in fact, wireless, so I am anxious to give it a try. Should receive it in the next couple of days. It looks to be a bit more substantial in size and according to the reviews I have read, it vibrates like a banshee! I only hope I'm the only one home when the post comes so I don't have to explain a second purchase right away! Once we have given that one a test drive, I'll let you know how it is.

Heartbreaking......

This is totally off topic, but I had to post it. Just read about this website in one of my magazines from home. It is a website dedicated to finding homes for dogs in shelters that are about to be put to sleep simply for space reasons. I'm not really a dog person (I have a cat), and besides, being in the UK, it would be a little difficult for me to adopt one. But anyone with any compassion (and I have always found that spankos seem to have lots of compassion) can't help but look at these animals and feel the tug on the heartstrings. They tell you how many days the dogs have left until euthanasia - WAHHHH! So if anyone out there is in the market for a dog, check out this website -

Dogs In Danger

A Lovely Surprise!

Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't been around for a few days. Haven't had a chance to post. Hubby got laid off from his job a week and a half ago, so he has been home for the last few days. He knows about my blog, but I've never let him see it. So with him around most of the time, I haven't had the privacy to work on a good post. But it's been nice having him around! Won't last long though - looks like he'll be back to work next week. These things happen when you work as a contractor - from time to time, the work runs out and you have to move on to another one.

Check this out though. The great folks over at American Spanking Society, Todd and Suzy, have featured little ole' me on their blog 'Wink' this week! What a nice surprise. I am truly touched by the lovely things they said about my blog, and I highly suggest that you check out their site. It's one of my favorites and I visit there often. Thanks guys!

Always appreciate my visitors. I'll get some more pictures posted soon, and I'll let you know the outcome of my 'toy' decision. That has been lots of fun.................

New Must-Have Toys! Help me choose!

After we had finished our play the other night, hubby and I were laying on the bed talking. This always seems to be the best and easiest time to talk about the whole subject of spanking. By the way, I gave him LOTS of encouragement on the corner thing - told him how hot it was, how much I enjoyed it, etc. I think that will definitely happen again without so much prompting from me!

We also talked about 'my little friend'. Turns out he really liked that too. Confessed that one of my favorite fantasies was being made to wear it while we were out shopping. This led to the idea of a vibrating one with a remote control that he would be in charge of. Suggested that it could be used as a warning devise if I tried to buy something I didn't need. His eyes lit up at that one! Started muttering how it could come in handy in the DVD store.

So I got online tonight and started searching for just the right toy. It had to be small enough for comfort, yet not so small that it would not stay in place. It also had to have a wireless remote. You know, I hate it when you can't tell from the pictures on a website if a remote is wireless or not. I think they hide the wires on purpose. I found one that looked perfect and looked wireless. But I emailed the company first to be sure, and wouldn't you know, they were wired! Shoot. So I kept searching.

Found this one. It looks very interesting. It's called the Alien. Must be wireless as it says the remote has a clip to put it on a keychain, and I can't imagine wandering around the store with a wire from the back of my pants to his pocket! LOL! Anyway, this one has distinct possibilities. Considering it. But I kept looking.










Wow! Found this on one of my favorite sites, Love Honey. This is a UK store, and they have pretty good prices and great service. (They will also price match, so I find what I want and then Google it to see if there is a cheaper price elsewhere. Did find a cheaper price on this one so waiting for a response from the store.) This little wonder is called the Oyster Duo Remote Control Vibrator. The little pink head snuggles up to your.......front bits, and the silver bullet can be put, as the description states, 'anywhere'. (They do say specifically that it can be used in the backside, so it is considered safe for that.) The two wires come together at a jack that plugs into the receiver (the box with the purple button). With the jack, you have the capacity to plug other attachments in, including an intriguing ring one for him, so turnabout could be fair play. The receiver clips onto your panties. The remote has buttons for two different speeds for each attachment, which can be activated one at a time or together. The speeds are listed as Mmmmmm and WOW! They guarantee that the vibrator is absolutely SILENT (although you may not be - but great knowing that the people next to you in the checkout line aren't going to wonder where the buzzing is coming from), and the remote has a range of 50 feet! Sounds like a good time could be had by all.


So I have a dilemma. Do I buy the first one (cheaper), the second one (more expensive, but also more fun), or say screw it and get both? What's the worst that could happen? Get a spanking from hubby from spending too much money? Yeah, that's a deterrent. Might actually be an incentive. Besides, once hubby got to play with the remotes, I'm sure all would be forgiven. Whichever one I get, I'll just put it in one day and hand him the remote with a wink on our way out the door. He'll have his fun, I'll certainly have mine, and I bet we'll have more fun together when we get home! Help me decide. Which one do you think looks more interesting, or should I go for broke?

A True Story

Well, yesterday I was in the mood to play. One thing I have learned so far is that while my hubby is reluctant to initiate 'discipline', he is quite willing to participate when lured. So, feeling in need of a spanking and deciding to be bold, I hatched a plan. Popping in my favorite little bottom stopper for courage (the term 'butt plug' just sounds so crude, don't you think?), I sent him a text message at work. It read 'From the Committee for Wiping Out Naughty Behavior in Wives. It is suspected that your wife is engaging in naughty activities in your absence. We suggest that you inspect her bottom for foreign objects. If any are found, she should be given a warm-up spanking. She should then be stood in the corner for a while with the offending item and her pink bottom on display. She should also receive a stern lecture on the naughtiness of engaging in these activities alone. Then finish things off with a sound spanking until she promises to be a good girl in the future. The Committee.' Whew - got charged for four text messages for that one. But what the hell. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the Send button. After a long while (he didn't check his text messages until almost quitting time), I received a reply. 'Hmmmmmmmm' was all it said. Well, I now knew he had seen it and all I could do was wait and see what his response would be.

Boy, did he make me wait! All evening, as a matter of fact. Through dinner, and then through two episodes of Boston Legal (just bought season one on dvd - love that show, James Spader has GOT to be one of us!). I was about to give up hope, not to mention that things were getting a little uncomfortable as the stopper had now been in for a few hours. Finally, he sent me into the bedroom on the pretense that he wanted to see the new robe I had purchased on ebay and received in the mail that afternoon. I went and put it on, showed him that it fit, took it back off and went to leave the bedroom. He stopped me and I suddenly found myself face down over the edge of the bed. He began to smack me on my sweatpant covered bottom as I squealed and made the usual protest noises - 'Ow! What the - what are you doing? Let me up! Stop it!' etc. He then told me that he needed to 'inspect' something, that he had heard some rumors about me. *Snort* He pulled down my sweatpants as I made a show of trying to hold them up, because I certainly didn't want him to discover my 'secret'! That just got my hands slapped away and I was left in my black lace panties.

Next he swats me on my panties. Then - horrors! - he begins poking between my cheeks through the fabric and tapping on the base of the stopper. 'What's this?' he demands. I freeze. 'Nothing!' I insist. Amazingly, he doesn't believe me! Now he is peeling my panties down. I'm trying to hold them up, he's slapping my hands away again. My bottom is quickly bared and I feel him pull my cheeks apart to get a good luck at 'my little friend'. I groan and bury my face in the mattress. A sudden flurry of hard smacks quickly has my head jerking back up. Some of them land right on the stopper! Wow! He keeps questioning me about what I'm doing with that toy in and how often do I play with it when he's not around. Do I put it in every day? I protest that it's just a toy, I don't do it every day, and I haven't done anything wrong. This is not what he wants to hear.

Pulling me to my feet, he turns me around and orders me to stand facing the wall at the foot of the bed. Oh my God! It's not a corner, but he is sitting on the bed and can reach me from there, so the wall will do. I stand there with my tshirt on and my pants and panties around my knees. Never having been made to stand in the corner before, I am suddenly feeling very exposed. I sneak my hands back and slowly tug on the hem of my tshirt, trying to get it down over my bottom. I am ordered to stop that and lift my tshirt up. I then start to slide my hands down to cover my bottom. He doesn't allow that either and I am told to get my hands off my butt. He continues to lecture me about being a bad girl, and every so often, reaches over and delivers two or three hard smacks to my backside.

Not to get away from the story, but I have to comment on this whole corner thing. Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! You guys out there, do you know what YOU ARE MISSING?! I can't even begin to tell you how HOT this was, not to mention making me feel very naughty and submissive! Look at the poll on the left. That one and every other poll I've ever seen always say the same thing - the majority of women do not receive corner time and most of those wish they did! Standing there knowing that he is looking at your bare bottom, not knowing when another hard swat is going to land, the scolding, the domination - *shiver* it is all simply delicious. So get off the stick, guys. Talk to her, give it a try. You can always abandon the idea if it doesn't work for you, but if you don't give it a shot, you may be missing out on something that she has been praying for!

Ok, back on track. I was then ordered to remove the stopper. Scurrying off to the bathroom, I did so. (He tried to stop me from leaving the room to do it, but I'm not brave enough for THAT yet! LOL!) Returning, I was again bent over the bed. Lots of spanking followed, with numerous different implements, accompanied by more lecturing. I even got about 12 strokes of the cane, which I normally couldn't take but didn't seem to bother me as much this time. Maybe it was the headspace I was in after being made to stand facing the wall. See guys? Another benefit! Finally, my pants and panties were removed completely and he moved me up onto the bed so I was on all fours. This is where we always deviate from pure discipline. I guess I should be flattered that my hubby can't spank me without wanting to have sex afterwards! And it is a nice finishing touch to be taken doggy style with a warm bottom................

Yoo-Hoo!

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Cornertime

In a comment to an earlier post, someone wanted to see cornertime pictures. So I've gone through my collection to find some of my favorites.


She must be headed for the corner. I do like the drop-seat pajamas - that is another one of my fantasies! He throws you over his knee and doesn't have to struggle to get jeans undone and pulled down. Just undo the flap and peel it back! Must get a pair of those...........
















Must be the pre-spanking lecture. I imagine she'll be back in that corner later, minus the pants.









A hot bottom on that hard wooden stool must be a real attention getter!











Just goes to show - a corner can be anywhere!
















From the position of his hand, I'm guessing she is going to get some more where she stands!










I love this image of everything covered with just the cheeks peeking out. Really focuses your attention on what is going to happen.

















Being lectured with a sore bottom as well. The height of disgrace!

















One very red bottom on one very hard chair, left to sit and think about what she has done.









For something completely different - a more productive use of corner time. Instead of just staring at a wall after being spanked for not getting her housework done, she has to get it done with her red bottom on display. Should get the message across!








And last but not least - the classic. Who wouldn't love this?

Taking the plunge

Hubby and I were talking last night about my ideas for making jewellry, specifically pieces that might be 'secret pleasures', so to speak, for those that share our interests. I had already drawn up some designs, and last night we ordered supplies so that I can make them. I think they could be really interesting, and there doesn't seem to be much in the line of discreet 'kink' related jewellry out there. We're also planning on doing custom pieces, with initials and such, so watch this space for further developments! All suggestions welcome.

Logo for the like-minded

Some time ago, on one website or another, there was a discussion that we spankos should have a logo that would be recognized by other spankos. That way, we would have a discreet way of knowing when we were around people who shared our interests. I think this is the one! At first glance, it just looks like some kind of fraternity or sorority symbol (which it would be, in a way), and those who were not 'in the know' wouldn't think twice about it! I think a really nice lapel pin, in silver, would be perfect. Anyone else?

Fridge magnet for the clueless

Another picture series I like

He's looking very smug!


Come along, dear.


I wonder why there is no one else here?


What do you think you are doing?!


No! Ow!


Let me go, you beast!


I'm going to get a run in my stockings!


Upsy daisy!


Last time I agree to go to a motivational seminar with you!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Waving The White Flag

I have so many pictures that I have saved from the internet and thought maybe I should share some of them here. I love the ones that are in a series, showing the progression of a spanking. This set is one of my favorites.

Let's get started! A bit of a warm-up first.














Both feet up and a hand coming back! Must be getting serious now.














Oops! Panties and hose down and the white flag begins to wave.














Keep that hand back and unclench those cheeks!














Wonder where the panties landed?














Oooh - good impact shot! Someone is on their way to a well-spanked bottom. Life is as it should be.

My Own Delurk Days!

*Warning* Whiny post ahead. Writer in need of a good spanking.

I feel like I'm talking to myself. Maybe I am. But it amazes me that with over 400 visitors a day, no one has said anything in over a week! I'm beginning to wonder if there is a problem with my blog being published - or boring. Is everyone losing interest in blogs? Is it time to give it up? I know - nobody likes a comment whore. But I'm one of those people who check my email 20 times a day - I do the same thing with my blog. It's hard when you live in a foreign country and all your friends and family are thousands of miles away - you tend to crave contact. So I'll be a whiny blogger today. If anyone is out there, this is my personal Delurk Day! Just click on comment, even if all you have to say is Hi. You can even do it anonymously. I just want to know if anyone is really coming by. Thanks guys - hope to hear from some of you.

Do I have any kindred spirits?

I'm just sitting here wondering how many of you are like me in the things that turn you on, the things that get your stomach flipping and your bottom itching for a spanking. We all know that the spanking aspect is a given. Otherwise, why are you here? But what about the other bottom-centric activities?

First off, let me clarify that I am not into these things for any pain they could cause. My turn-on is the idea of the dominant man, ministering to his 'naughty girl', taking care of her for her own good. The image of being flipped over, and the most intimate parts of my bare bottom being vulnerable and subject to his attentions both excites me and makes me blush.


Take for example, temperature taking. The picture of the girl, her panties pulled down just far enough for her round, bare cheeks to peek out, her face looking miserable as she contemplates her fate. She has fibbed to her husband and told him that she doesn't feel well so she can get out of doing some chore. Her husband, who has seen through her plan and fully intends to punish her for it later, lovingly insists that he wants to check her temperature to make sure she is really ok. Her face flames in embarrassment as he makes her lay on the bed on her tummy, her bare bottom elevated by a pillow under her hips. She groans as he pries her buttocks apart and slides the thermometer into her bottom. He prolongs her agony by sitting next to her, his hand resting on her backside to hold the thermometer in place. He then reads out the 'normal' result in mock anger, making her admit that she was being naughty, for which he then informs her she will be spanked. Yummmmm..............

How about butt plugs? I'm not talking about pain-inducing, S & M sized planks up your butt. I'm talking about the cute little one that just slips in nicely, popping into place with a little pressure, that nestles gently between your cheeks and is just enough of a presence that you feel it with every step and your bottom clenches unconciously around it, reminding you it is there. Imagine you had been spanked the last time the credit card bill arrived. You are about to go out shopping again together when he stops you and makes you take down your pants and bend over. You expect a spanking and are surprised to feel the plug being slowly pushed into your bottom. He lets you up and tells you to fix your clothes. Then you both go shopping, and every time you pick up something that you know you don't need, he gives you that look, and your bottom clenches in reflex. You feel the plug and are reminded that if you insist on buying that item, there will be a spanking when you get home. Without saying a word, you are completely under his control, but still have the power to earn yourself that spanking or not. Or maybe you have been slacking off around the house. So one Saturday, he makes you put on a t-shirt and nothing else. He then bends you over and plugs your naughty little bottom. You are then told that you will do your chores like that, and you know he is watching you, seeing your bare cheeks peeping out and the plug between them, perfectly presented so that he can descend on you at any time and redden your butt if you get lazy. Sure stops the inclination to plop down and become a couch potato! Oh boy......

Ok, now for the one that seems to make everyone squirm - enemas. I think these are more just in the fantasy realm for me as I am not into the discomfort of holding large volumes of water in my butt. But the IDEA of it, of being made to lay down with your bottom in the air while he inserts the tube, the butterflies that take off when he begins to squeeze the bulb or bag and the water flows into you, the control he has as he talks soothingly to you while making you hold it, maybe popping the plug in to help. I don't know that I could ever actually do it, but I sure do like to fantasize about the process. I don't know - maybe one of those small pre-mixed ones, just to live out the fantasy. Might even allow one of those suppositories - again, just for the process, the feeling of him being in charge, my bare bottom offered up as he slides it in, the wondering if after all this, he will still find out that I was fibbing to him and he'll spank me anyway. Of course, most of my fantasies end with the water going in, because the coming out part is NOT what I personally want to think about - LOL!

So does anyone agree with me on any of this? Are we able to be turned on by the thought of the procedure even when the actual process is maybe not what we want? Curious minds want to know! (If Tinkerbell above isn't moving, click on her to open her in a new page, and watch her animate!)

Those Who Don't Get - Fantasize!

You know what I was praying would happen last night while I was lying on the couch with my head in your lap and your hand was rubbing my bottom?

I was hoping that –

You would turn stern with me and tell me that you had decided you had had enough of my sullen mood and it was time I learn some motivation.

You would stand and take my hand and pull me to the bedroom, even though I tried to protest and pull away.

You would sit down on the bed and pull me across your knee. Your hand would start slow, medium strength swats on my panties. You would hold me tightly so I couldn’t twist away.

You would start spanking harder. I would start to yelp and squirm. Then you would stop long enough to peel my panties down off my bottom. I would try to grab my panties to pull them back up. You would then tell me that I knew better than that.

My hand would be tucked and pinned under your thigh.

I would squeal again as I felt you pull my buttocks apart and slide the butt plug into my bottom while you scolded me that extra naughty girls get extra punishment.

Next, you would pick up the Lucite paddle and start paddling my plugged bottom. Steady, hard smacks with no stopping or rubbing. My bottom would be getting hot and red and I would be yelping and twisting over your knee.

When I began apologizing for my behaviour and promising to be a good girl in the future and you felt I had been well spanked, you would stand me up and lead me back to the living room.

You would then make me go to the corner and stand with my nose to the wall, hands on my head, red plugged bottom on display while you sat down to watch the movie.

After about half an hour, you would call me over to the couch and make me sit next to you on the wooden chair you had placed next to the couch, on my bare plugged bottom, for the next hour, buttocks pulled out to the sides so I was sitting directly on the plug, driving it deep into my sore bottom.

Then you would let me move from the chair, but only to make me lay on my tummy across the two footstools in front of you.

For the rest of the evening, from time to time, you would pick up the hairbrush and apply a half dozen hard swats to my bottom.

At bedtime, you would take me back to the bedroom, put me over your knee once more, and remove the plug.

You would then give me another five minute hand spanking so that I would go to sleep with a warm bottom. I would also be told that I would be wearing the plug the next day to learn that I had to get moving and do as I was told.

The next morning you would wake me and make me roll over with pillows under my belly so you could give me another warm up spanking and then put the plug back in my bottom.

Then you make me spend the day wearing only a t-shirt so that you can see my bare plugged bottom peeping out from under it and bend me over to paddle me with whatever implement was handy whenever you felt I was slacking off throughout the day. I would only be allowed to sit on the wooden chair so I wouldn’t be tempted to curl up on the couch and be lazy. Every few hours you would send me to the corner for 15 minutes or so to make me think about what a naughty girl I had been.

You know what really happened?

You said good night and went to bed.

I fantasized all of the above to myself and put the plug in my bottom myself.

I sat and wore it while I typed this.

I’ll take it out before I come to bed and hopefully dream about all this tonight.

See what you missed?

Just In Case Anyone Needs One.....

It's here, it's here!

Ok, I promised you a part three, and here it is. Please let me know if you like it. As usual, it includes a lot of my fantasies - spanking, butt plugs, a little ageplay - so please forgive me if it isn't all the things you like. Of course, it is probably more than any of us would care to experience in one evening, but that's what fantasies and story writing are for! Enjoy. Again, comments would be appreciated. If you missed the first two parts, click here for Part 1, and click here for Part 2.

The Bad Evening

Leigh raced into the house ahead of her husband. She dreaded whatever was coming, but she knew if she didn’t obey him, it would only be worse for her. He was furious with her over the way she had acted at his mother’s, and she didn’t blame him. If only she had behaved after the spanking in the garage! Hell, if only she had behaved in the first place! But it was too late for that. All she could do now was take the spanking she had earned and promise to do better in the future. She scurried to the corner of the living room and hurriedly undid her jeans, shoving them and her panties down to her knees. Sticking her nose to the corner, she placed her hands on her head and waited miserably for Mark to come in. After a few minutes, she heard the door open. Mark closed the door with a loud *SLAM* and crossed the room to where his wife waited. He could see her trembling, the cheeks of her bottom jiggling as her knees shook. Deciding that he was still too angry to punish her properly, he spoke close to her ear instead. ‘All right, young lady. You behaved monstrously today, as I’m sure you know. So tonight you will be punished until you learn the difference between being a bad girl and being a good girl. You have earned yourself a bad girl spanking and a very sore bottom. Do you understand?’ No response from Leigh, who stood squirming as she tried to shrink away from his presence. A sharp slap to her rump got her attention as Mark thundered, ‘I said, do you understand me?!’ Leigh yelped and squealed. ‘Yes!’ she blurted out. Another hard slap cracked across her bottom. ‘Yes what?’ Mark demanded. Whenever Leigh was being punished for behaving like a child, Mark insisted that she be treated as such. He knew that she responded better when she felt she was being attended to by an older, authority figure as it allowed her to regress into a very submissive state. Leigh took a deep breath and then answered him. ‘Yes......Daddy!’ ‘That’s better,’ Mark snapped. ‘For now, you will stand in this corner and think about what a brat you have been. I’ll let you know when I am ready to deal with you.’

Mark walked away and left Leigh quaking against the wall. She knew from past experience that when he said he was going to ‘deal with her’, it was never a good thing. Oh, why had she pushed him so far today? Very rarely did he ever have to discipline her three times in one day, and she knew that if things went that far, he was determined by the end that he was going to get through to her one way or another. She resigned herself to the fact that she was in for a very hard paddling at the very least, and her bottom was already starting to tingle in anticipation. But it was that knowledge that she was probably going to get additional punishments tonight that was making the butterflies in her stomach tumble around like they were in a clothes dryer. Finally telling herself that she had only herself to blame for the position she was in, she settled down and waited for her husband’s instructions.

After thirty minutes, which felt like both an eternity and a millisecond to Leigh, Mark returned to the living room. He was pleased to see his wife just as he had left her, but also determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. ‘All right, naughty girl, let’s get started.’ He saw Leigh tense at the word ‘started’. ‘Turn around, and keep your hands on your head,’ he continued. Leigh shivered and turned to face him. Her eyes grew wide as she saw him standing about three feet away from her, the Lucite paddle with the holes in it in his hand. Her jaw then dropped when she saw the butt plug and the jar of Vaseline on the end table by the couch. But before she could protest, Mark spun on his heel and went to the couch, sitting down on the middle cushion. ‘Come here, young lady,’ he ordered firmly, the paddle resting ominously on his thighs. Leigh gulped and then obeyed, shuffling slowly over to stand next to him. Mark put a hand on her waist and guided her between his knees. He then patted the cushion next to him, indicating to Leigh that she was to put herself over his knee. She hesitated for only a moment, and then slowly lowered herself into position, her upper body on the couch, her tummy over his right thigh. Mark grasped her hips and shifted her forward so that her hips were over his leg instead, elevating her bare bottom into the perfect target area. He then tightly wrapped his right arm around her waist and clamped his left leg over hers. Leigh groaned. She knew that when he pinned her down tightly like this, she was in for a very sore hot bottom.

Mark sat quietly for a few moments. Then he began his lecture. ‘Leigh, I was very disappointed in you today. You acted like a spoiled brat and embarrassed me in front of my mother, not to mention embarrassing yourself. I gave you one chance when I took you to the garage for a private spanking, but you didn’t learn and I had to do it again within earshot of my mother! I hate to have to punish you when you misbehave, but it is for your own good. I want to show you off and be proud of you when we are around others, and you let us both down today, didn’t you?’ Leigh sniffed. She knew he was right, and just knowing that he had been ashamed of her was enough to start the tears puddling in her eyes. ‘Yes Daddy,’ she stammered. Mark could tell that she was contrite, but he also knew it was a mistake to let her off the hook. He could feel the tenseness in her body and knew that she was still fighting off her feelings of remorse. Picking up the paddle, he began patting it gently on her upturned bottom. ‘Now I want you to unclench your bottom, young lady. You are going to get a good paddling, and I do not intend to just bounce this paddle off your tight butt!’ He continued to pat, watching his wife struggle with herself as she fought to relax her cheeks. When the flesh beneath the hard plastic softened and began to give with each tap, he drew the paddle back and rapidly brought it back down, delivering a loud *SMACK* to Leigh’s right cheek. This was followed by a hard *WHAP* to her left one. He then went back to gently patting as the first couple of smacks always caused Leigh to tighten up again by reflex. After a few taps, Leigh was able to focus again and forced herself to loosen up her bottom. She buried her face in the cushion and waited.

Mark now began to properly paddle his recalcitrant wife. The paddle rose and fell in a steady rhythm. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* Left cheek three times. *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* Right cheek three times. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Directly in the middle three times. *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* Three shots to the ‘sit spot’ where thigh meets buttock. Then start over again. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* After a couple of repetitions, Leigh began to whimper and yelp after every few swats. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *OW!* *WHAP* *WHAP* *OUCH!* *WHAP* *SMACK* *YOW!* *SMACK* *SMACK* *YEOUCH!* *WHACK* *WHACK* *NOOOO!*

After a half dozen times through his pattern, Mark increased the strength and speed of the swats. He could feel Leigh moving into ‘fight or flight’ mode as the pain exploded into her consciousness and she began to stiffen and struggle against him. He tightened his grip and continued. If he stopped now, Leigh would be stuck in anger mode and he would have accomplished nothing. He had to push her through into acceptance and remorse so that she could forgive herself by knowing that she had taken her punishment like a good girl and the slate was wiped clean. She now bucked over his knee and screeched with every swat, her belligerence still showing. *CRACK* *OWWWW!* *CRACK* *NOOOOO!* *CRACK* *WAAHHHH!* *WHAP* *PLEASE STOP!* *WHAP* *QUIT!* *WHAP* *OWW! IT HURTS!* *SMACK* *LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD!* *SMACK* *STOP IT!* *SMACK* *YOU MEANIE!* *WHACK* *OW OW OW!* *WHACK* *OUCH! STOP IT!* *WHACK* *NO MORE!*

Three rounds of this and suddenly Mark felt the mood shift. Leigh’s upper body sank into the couch cushions and her hips no longer bucked wildly over his knee. Her feet were still drumming the carpet, but her vocal protests were now mixed with sobs, and the demands that he stop changed to apologies and promises. *CRACK* *OW!* *CRACK* *I’M SORRRY DADDY!* *CRACK* *I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL!* *WHAP* *I PROOOOMISE!* *WHAP* *PLEASE!* *WHAP* *I WON’T BE BAD AGAIN!* *SMACK* *DADDDDDY!* *SMACK* *OW! I’LL BE GOOD!* *SMACK* *YOW! I’M SORRY I WAS NAUGHTY!* *WHACK* *AAHHH! I PROMISE TO BE GOOD!* *WHACK* *I’M REALLY SORRY DADDY!* *WHACK* *~WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!*

Mark now eased up on the strength of the swats, but still continued the rapid speed. Another three applications of the pattern and Leigh’s crying was now hard and constant. Her pleas had dropped off to an occasional *I’M SORRY!* or *I PROMISE TO BE GOOD!* when she could catch her breath. Her bottom was crimson red and Mark could feel the heat coming off of it. He knew there would be some bruises, but none that would last any length of time. Leigh’s nickname at home was Iron Butt, and they both knew that her punishments had to make their impact at the time they were given since they never had any lasting effect on her physically. She was always disappointed by this as she had fantasies about the ‘I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week!’ scenario but knew that wasn’t possible for her. Her fiery bottom would fade back to white even before the evening was over, so Mark knew he had to get his message across during the spanking. He kept paddling until he felt her lying limply over his knee, sobbing her regrets into the cushion. He concentrated six last sizzling smacks on her sit spot that made her jerk and squeal and then laid the paddle aside.

Leigh lay still over his lap, crying pitifully as her husband began to gently rub her blazing bottom. After a few minutes, she had calmed down to a few hiccups and sobs. But as the fog cleared from her brain, she realized that they probably weren’t finished yet since Mark had not allowed her to stand up. Plus, she was suddenly remembering the items she had seen on the end table before she was upended. So it came as no surprise when she felt Mark slip his fingers between her buttocks and spread them. She could only groan and clench her fists as she felt the tip of the lubricated plug forced into her tight hole. She made herself breathe deeply and relax, jumping only when the plug had slid all the way in and her cheeks closed around it, trapping it in place. She moaned, her bottom twitching from side to side on Mark’s lap as she adjusted to the intruder, the base of which protruded and poked painfully into her swollen cheeks.

Mark now helped his wife to her feet and Leigh instantly began her after-spanking dance, hopping from foot to foot as she scrubbed at her bottom with her fists, trying to ease the sting. Mark never let her do this for long as he knew the effects faded fast enough on their own without any help. Taking Leigh by the wrist, he pulled her over to the dining room table and down on to one of the hard wooden chairs. Leigh yelped as her hot plugged bottom made contact with the unyielding seat. She wished he would let her stand in the corner as usual. Instead, Mark now put several pieces of paper and a pen on the table in front of her. She looked at him quizzically. ‘Write this down!’ Mark ordered. Leigh quickly picked up the pen and copied down what Mark told her: ‘I’m sorry I was a naughty girl and I promise never to pout like a brat again. Thank you for spanking my bare bottom, Daddy.’ Leigh cringed at the words even though she agreed with them. Her shoulders slumped at Mark’s next order. ‘You will now sit there on that plug and write that 100 times. I want it neat. When you are done, you will read the sentences to me and we will finish your punishment with the six cane strokes I promised you. Now sit up straight and get busy!’

Leigh shot up in her chair, grabbed the pen and began to write. Her bottom throbbed on the hard wooden seat but that thought was pushed aside by the task at hand and knowing that she still had the cane coming later. She tried to take her time with the sentences, hoping to delay the inevitable. But Mark saw through her. After an hour, she had only finished 30 lines. Mark growled in her ear. ‘If you don’t stop dragging this out, I’ll make it 12 strokes.’ That was all Leigh needed to hear. Her hand began to fly over the page. It took her another hour and fifteen minutes to finish. She laid down the pen and shook the cramp out of her hand as Mark came over and inspected her work. ‘A bit sloppy, but I’ll let it pass’ was his decree. Leigh breathed out in relief, but it was short-lived.

Mark now made her stand and then pushed her down so that she was bent over the dining table. Her upper body lay on the cool surface, her still warm plugged bottom jutting out. Her husband then instructed her to prop herself up on her elbows and he handed the pages she had written to her. ‘Read!’ he barked. Leigh sighed and began to recite the lines. She gasped when she suddenly felt the thin cane rubbing up and down across her bottom. Gripping the papers in her fists, she haltingly read out the words. The rubbing of the cane was making her very nervous. She had gotten through number 15 when she heard the swish and then felt the bite of the cane on her bottom. She yelped and leapt upright, clutching her backside. Mark immediately pushed her back down. ‘Keep reading, young lady, or I’ll still make it 12!’ he threatened. Leigh choked out a sob but did as she was told. Another swish and a crack of the cane after line 34. Again after line 48. Since 6 didn’t go into 100 evenly, Leigh was never sure when the next one was going to land. She gritted her teeth and kept reading. Another hard stroke after line 66. She made it through number 81 before the cane swished again. Now crying opening, she sobbed her way through the rest of the lines, knowing that the last and hardest stroke was still to come. Mark waited until the last moment, bringing the thin reed down hard on her striped bottom as she finished number 99. The last sentence was more of a lengthy wail than any coherent words, but he let it pass.

Mark let her lay over the table as she collected herself. He then gently plucked the plug from between her marked swollen buttocks. Leigh groaned in appreciation and relief. Mark kept her in place for a few minutes as he massaged her sore backside. When he realized that she was enjoying his attentions just a little too much, her hips beginning to sway and her bottom pushing back towards him, he pulled her to her feet and turned her to face him. Holding her by both arms, he made her look at him and put on his sternest face. ‘Have you gotten the message that I am not going to tolerate any bratty behaviour, little girl?’ he growled. ‘Yes Daddy,’ Leigh managed to blurt out. She always found it hard to answer when he talked to her like she was a child, even though she knew she had acted like one. He went on. ‘Do you understand that any repeats of that behaviour will result in more sessions with your pants pulled down and your naughty bare bottom getting smacked?’ Leigh could only nod. ‘Good girl,’ Mark told her. He pointed across the room. ‘Now get that butt back in your corner for another 30 minutes and then we will be done. Move!’ he roared when Leigh hesitated, looking at him pleadingly. With a squeal, she turned and fled to the corner. Mark threw himself on the couch, worn out but glad that he got to enjoy the view of his contrite wife as she stood with her hands on her head and her nose to the wall, her red glowing bottom in plain sight. They both knew it was not her last time over his knee, and while neither looked forward to it, they were both thankful – Leigh for knowing that Mark cared enough to correct her when she got out of line, and Mark for knowing that Leigh loved and trusted him enough to allow him to do so.

It's coming, it's coming!

Ok, I get the message! I am now working on part 3 of the story about Leigh's bad day (down to the last few paragraphs actually). Sorry it has taken so long, but what with moving over Christmas and all the other crap that has happened in the last six months, I just haven't been in the mood for spanking stuff. Well, the mojo is starting to come back so I decided to give it a go. And there have been so many nice comments from those of you who were waiting for the next installment that I had to get moving. I promise I'll have the story posted in the next day or two. Of course, it would be easier to keep that promise if I had the threat of a spanking hanging over me - LOL! But that isn't going to happen so I'll just have to do my best to keep it on my own. Watch this space!

Britney Spears

My husband and I were talking last night and the subject of the train wreck that is Britney came up. You know, I have a lot of compassion for people that have fallen and need a little help getting back to their feet. It happens. But where Britney is concerned, I just have this overwhelming, gut feeling, that what she really needs, what would do her a world of good, is a good old fashioned bare butt spanking! I'm sorry - I have tried to work up some sympathy for the girl, but she just seems to take every chance she is given and fling it back in the face of authority! She acts like a spoiled little brat who apparently thinks the world revolves around her and she can do whatever she wants and not have to answer to anyone. Does anyone else just really want to see someone take this child by the ear, drag her over their knee, give her a good talking to, and then blister her bottom? No fantasy about doing it myself, of course, as I am strictly a M/F bottom. And I don't have the desire for this to happen just because I would like to see her get what she deserves. Nor am I trying to plant some vision of kinky celebrity porn in the minds of you guys out there. I truly get the feeling that she really needs someone to put their foot down and show her what discipline is all about and how to get some in her life. I think it could only improve her attitude towards things. Any thoughts?

New Toy

What fun stuff you can find on ebay! And cheap, too. With shipping, cost me about $5. It has raised rubber bumps on both sides, one side short for gentler treatment, and the other side longer for when you mean business! I suppose it is to help protect the spanker's hand. So when is someone going to start worrying about protecting the spankee's butt?! I know, I know - if we could just behave we wouldn't have a problem. But where would the fun be in that?