Friday, March 11, 2011
I am such a naughty blogger!
I'm so ashamed of myself! 6 months since my last post. I wouldn't blame any of you for never coming back again. No, I haven't lost interest. There just hasn't been any inspiration for anything lately! I really need to get myself a good spanking. Maybe tonight? Of course, I have to practically plant a white flag on my butt and wave it under hubby's nose. In all these years, I have yet to get a 'hold you down and spank you until you kick, yell, and beg for me to stop' spanking. *sigh* 'Should I be careful what I wish for? LOL! At least I have an active fantasy life. As I'm straightening up the house, I imagine being scolded for the mess in the room. '3 half-empty soda cans? That's wasteful, young lady! Get me the hairbrush!' Anyone else do that? 'Making the bed at four in the afternoon? When you get done, you might as well bend over the end of it and get those panties down! Your lazy butt is getting a good paddling!' Grrrrrr................ Frustration! It doesn't do me any good to leave chores undone in hopes of a spanking. He just comes home from work and does them! Not complaining about that, mind you. But the only reason I leave them undone from time to time is not from laziness. More like I'm hoping to be grabbed, bent over the back of a kitchen chair, and have a wooden spoon smacking my butt while being told I've been a naughty, lazy girl. Oh well. Again, I'm thankful for an active imagination! And a wonderful husband, regardless of his cluelessness on this one subject!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Well crap!
I just found out that BlogRolling is now extinct, and it has taken all my links with it! They just disappeared! So I'm now going to have to build a new Links list. At least we know they will all be active links! Grumble grumble grumble......
Friday, November 19, 2010
A Short Story
Leigh sat at her computer, checking her email and cruising the web. She had been doing the same thing when her husband Mark came in from work and greeted her. Turning her head slightly to the side to accept his ‘I’m home’ kiss to her cheek, her eyes never left the screen, so she didn’t notice the slight frown on her husband’s face. ‘I’m going up to take my shower,’ Mark said. ‘Uh-huh,’ Leigh murmured absently, her attention still on the monitor. Mark left the room and went upstairs.
A few moments later, his sharp voice snapped her back to attention. ‘Leigh, come up here please!’ Mark called. ‘Ok, in a minute!’ Leigh called back. A few moments passed. This time, Mark hollered louder and with more authority. ‘Leigh! Now!’ She looked up apprehensively, sighed, and headed up the stairs. When she entered the bedroom, Mark was standing there, arms crossed, glaring. ‘Young lady, I don’t ask a lot of you during the day. One thing I do like to see is this bed made and the room straightened up. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask!’ Leigh rolled her eyes. ‘Sorry! I didn’t get around to it today!’ She began to make the bed, first tossing the pillows to the floor and then yanking the sheets and blanket into place.
Mark continued to lecture as she pulled the covers into place. ‘You didn’t get around to it? Well, you certainly had time to play on the computer today! You could have taken five minutes earlier to do a few things around here!’ Leigh picked up the pillows and began to put them at the head of the bed, but Mark stopped her. ‘That’s not where those need to be right now, young lady!’ He pulled them from her hands and, to her chagrin, stacked them in a pile in the middle of the bed. She knew what was coming. ‘No Mark,’ she pleaded. ‘I’m really sorry! I promise I’ll do my chores from now on!’
But Mark was not to be swayed. ‘Oh, I know you will. But I think you need a little reminder of what you need to do during the day. Panties down, please, and get up over those pillows!’ Leigh groaned, trying to figure out a way to persuade Mark not to punish her. But one look at his face and she could tell it was useless. Her face flaming, she pushed her panties down to her knees and scrambled up onto the bed, throwing herself over the pillows. Mark nudged her forward until the pillows were directly under her hips and her bare bottom was pointed at the ceiling. She buried her face in the comforter, waiting for the first smack. But instead, Mark disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, and then a moment later, gave a start as she felt the hot wet washcloth laid across her bottom. ‘You just lay there while I take my shower,’ Mark ordered as he left the room.
Leigh squirmed as the washcloth heated up her tender skin. She knew that a spanking on a warm, wet bottom would just sting even more. Her bottom tingled, as if the nerve endings in her buttocks were waking up, exploding across the surface of her skin. Whimpering, she began to clench her bottom, nervously anticipating the further explosions of whatever implement Mark decided to use on her.
She was jerked back to the moment when Mark came out of the bathroom and snatched the washcloth off of her butt. The cool air of the room hitting her warm bottom made goosebumps race across her cheeks. Looking back, she saw her husband wrapped in a towel, still damp from his shower. The storm warnings still showed on his face, so she quickly put her face back down on the bed. The noise of water running again caught her attention. She squealed as she felt Mark pull her bottom cheeks apart. He had soaked the washcloth again and this time, he held the cloth over her and squeezed it, letting the water drip down into her exposed crack and flow down between her legs. He then swiped the sodden cloth back and forth over her butt, leaving it glistening wet before tossing the cloth back in the bathroom.
Leigh was still squirming from the feel of the water when the first blow fell. She yelped, her head whipping up into the air as the acrylic paddle made contact. The sting started in a stripe across the middle of her bottom, and then seemed to radiate outward. Five more rapid hard smacks of the paddle fell, each one hitting a new pink target and quickly turning it red. Leigh was already gasping and drumming her feet when he paused after swat number six. He spoke in a low voice, making sure he had her attention.
‘Now, young lady, why are you getting paddled?’ he asked. When she didn’t answer right away, he laid down another stripe with the paddle. ‘Ow!’ she yelped. ‘Because I didn’t make the bed and get my chores done!’ ‘That’s what you didn’t do,’ he growled. ‘You’re also getting spanked because of what you did do. Now tell me what that was,’ he ordered. Again, he punctuated his question with another sharp smack of the paddle. ‘YEOW!’ Leigh yelled. ‘I’m sorry - I spent too much time playing on the computer! I’m really sorry - it won’t happen again!’ Mark lightly tapped her bottom with the paddle as he answered her. ‘That’s right. So right now you are going to be spanked for not doing your work and wasting time on the computer.’ Leigh didn’t like the sound of ‘right now’ as it has ominous connotations of further punishment to come, but she didn’t have much time to reflect on that. Mark had sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place. Never a good sign.
The paddle began to fall, hard and fast swats sounding like rifle shots in the quiet room. Leigh’s cries soon joined the fray, getting louder as Mark paddled, tightly holding her as she began to kick and buck over the pillows. Swat after swat, crack after crack, howl after howl, the smacks rained down on Leigh’s tender back side. She could feel the heat rising as the sting and pain spread. When she tried to reach back to protect her bottom, Mark simply grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm to her side. Her other hand could only grab fistfuls of the comforter and hang on for dear life. She squealed, she pleaded, she kicked, she even swore, but none of it had any effect on Mark. He continued to paddle until she no longer fought against him, her body collapsing onto the bed as she sobbed into the covers.
Mark finally laid down the paddle and sat next to Leigh, gently rubbing her flaming skin. When she finally raised her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks, he stood and held out his hand. Helping her to her feet, he then turned her towards the wall. ‘Corner. Now!’ he instructed. Leigh scurried to do as she was told. She knew the drill. Panties still at knees, hands clasped behind her back to hold up her shirt, red bottom on display as she pushed her nose against the cool wall. Once Mark had dried off and dressed himself, he went downstairs, leaving Leigh to think about her naughty behavior until he called her to come down. She knew better than to complain.
After about 15 minutes, she heard him calling her. ‘Leigh, come down here please. And leave the panties down!’ Awkwardly, she shuffled down the stairs, her eyes never leaving the floor as she followed the sound of his voice and finally stood before him in the kitchen. He pulled out the hard wooden chair at the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit down. She did so, wincing as her sore bottom made contact with the unyielding seat of the chair. Mark slapped a pad of paper and a pen down in front of her. ‘Write this down,’ he ordered. Leigh picked up the pen and wrote as Mark dictated:
‘I will not touch my computer for the next two days and I will do all my chores like a good girl.’
Leigh’s stammered protests at the pronouncement of her punishment did nothing to sway Mark. All he said before he walked away was, ’50 times, young lady! And neatly!’ Leigh began to pout, her chin propped defiantly on one fist, but she did as she was told. For nearly an hour, the only sounds from the kitchen were the scratching of pen on paper, and the occasional shift of a sore bottom on a chair, accompanied by a soft ‘oh!’ as a tender spot made contact with wood. Finally, she laid down the pen and sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap as she waited for Mark to come back and check her work. ‘Are you done?’ he called from the living room. ‘Yes sir,’ she answered respectfully. Mark soon stood behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as he leaned over her to check her sentences. He finally nodded his approval and allowed her to stand. A kiss and a hug, followed by her panties being returned to their rightful position, let Leigh know that all was forgiven. However, the fact that her laptop was now missing from the table next to her chair let her know that it was not forgotten. She sighed - it was going to be a long 48 hours.
A few moments later, his sharp voice snapped her back to attention. ‘Leigh, come up here please!’ Mark called. ‘Ok, in a minute!’ Leigh called back. A few moments passed. This time, Mark hollered louder and with more authority. ‘Leigh! Now!’ She looked up apprehensively, sighed, and headed up the stairs. When she entered the bedroom, Mark was standing there, arms crossed, glaring. ‘Young lady, I don’t ask a lot of you during the day. One thing I do like to see is this bed made and the room straightened up. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask!’ Leigh rolled her eyes. ‘Sorry! I didn’t get around to it today!’ She began to make the bed, first tossing the pillows to the floor and then yanking the sheets and blanket into place.
Mark continued to lecture as she pulled the covers into place. ‘You didn’t get around to it? Well, you certainly had time to play on the computer today! You could have taken five minutes earlier to do a few things around here!’ Leigh picked up the pillows and began to put them at the head of the bed, but Mark stopped her. ‘That’s not where those need to be right now, young lady!’ He pulled them from her hands and, to her chagrin, stacked them in a pile in the middle of the bed. She knew what was coming. ‘No Mark,’ she pleaded. ‘I’m really sorry! I promise I’ll do my chores from now on!’
But Mark was not to be swayed. ‘Oh, I know you will. But I think you need a little reminder of what you need to do during the day. Panties down, please, and get up over those pillows!’ Leigh groaned, trying to figure out a way to persuade Mark not to punish her. But one look at his face and she could tell it was useless. Her face flaming, she pushed her panties down to her knees and scrambled up onto the bed, throwing herself over the pillows. Mark nudged her forward until the pillows were directly under her hips and her bare bottom was pointed at the ceiling. She buried her face in the comforter, waiting for the first smack. But instead, Mark disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, and then a moment later, gave a start as she felt the hot wet washcloth laid across her bottom. ‘You just lay there while I take my shower,’ Mark ordered as he left the room.
Leigh squirmed as the washcloth heated up her tender skin. She knew that a spanking on a warm, wet bottom would just sting even more. Her bottom tingled, as if the nerve endings in her buttocks were waking up, exploding across the surface of her skin. Whimpering, she began to clench her bottom, nervously anticipating the further explosions of whatever implement Mark decided to use on her.
She was jerked back to the moment when Mark came out of the bathroom and snatched the washcloth off of her butt. The cool air of the room hitting her warm bottom made goosebumps race across her cheeks. Looking back, she saw her husband wrapped in a towel, still damp from his shower. The storm warnings still showed on his face, so she quickly put her face back down on the bed. The noise of water running again caught her attention. She squealed as she felt Mark pull her bottom cheeks apart. He had soaked the washcloth again and this time, he held the cloth over her and squeezed it, letting the water drip down into her exposed crack and flow down between her legs. He then swiped the sodden cloth back and forth over her butt, leaving it glistening wet before tossing the cloth back in the bathroom.
Leigh was still squirming from the feel of the water when the first blow fell. She yelped, her head whipping up into the air as the acrylic paddle made contact. The sting started in a stripe across the middle of her bottom, and then seemed to radiate outward. Five more rapid hard smacks of the paddle fell, each one hitting a new pink target and quickly turning it red. Leigh was already gasping and drumming her feet when he paused after swat number six. He spoke in a low voice, making sure he had her attention.
‘Now, young lady, why are you getting paddled?’ he asked. When she didn’t answer right away, he laid down another stripe with the paddle. ‘Ow!’ she yelped. ‘Because I didn’t make the bed and get my chores done!’ ‘That’s what you didn’t do,’ he growled. ‘You’re also getting spanked because of what you did do. Now tell me what that was,’ he ordered. Again, he punctuated his question with another sharp smack of the paddle. ‘YEOW!’ Leigh yelled. ‘I’m sorry - I spent too much time playing on the computer! I’m really sorry - it won’t happen again!’ Mark lightly tapped her bottom with the paddle as he answered her. ‘That’s right. So right now you are going to be spanked for not doing your work and wasting time on the computer.’ Leigh didn’t like the sound of ‘right now’ as it has ominous connotations of further punishment to come, but she didn’t have much time to reflect on that. Mark had sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place. Never a good sign.
The paddle began to fall, hard and fast swats sounding like rifle shots in the quiet room. Leigh’s cries soon joined the fray, getting louder as Mark paddled, tightly holding her as she began to kick and buck over the pillows. Swat after swat, crack after crack, howl after howl, the smacks rained down on Leigh’s tender back side. She could feel the heat rising as the sting and pain spread. When she tried to reach back to protect her bottom, Mark simply grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm to her side. Her other hand could only grab fistfuls of the comforter and hang on for dear life. She squealed, she pleaded, she kicked, she even swore, but none of it had any effect on Mark. He continued to paddle until she no longer fought against him, her body collapsing onto the bed as she sobbed into the covers.
Mark finally laid down the paddle and sat next to Leigh, gently rubbing her flaming skin. When she finally raised her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks, he stood and held out his hand. Helping her to her feet, he then turned her towards the wall. ‘Corner. Now!’ he instructed. Leigh scurried to do as she was told. She knew the drill. Panties still at knees, hands clasped behind her back to hold up her shirt, red bottom on display as she pushed her nose against the cool wall. Once Mark had dried off and dressed himself, he went downstairs, leaving Leigh to think about her naughty behavior until he called her to come down. She knew better than to complain.
After about 15 minutes, she heard him calling her. ‘Leigh, come down here please. And leave the panties down!’ Awkwardly, she shuffled down the stairs, her eyes never leaving the floor as she followed the sound of his voice and finally stood before him in the kitchen. He pulled out the hard wooden chair at the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit down. She did so, wincing as her sore bottom made contact with the unyielding seat of the chair. Mark slapped a pad of paper and a pen down in front of her. ‘Write this down,’ he ordered. Leigh picked up the pen and wrote as Mark dictated:
‘I will not touch my computer for the next two days and I will do all my chores like a good girl.’
Leigh’s stammered protests at the pronouncement of her punishment did nothing to sway Mark. All he said before he walked away was, ’50 times, young lady! And neatly!’ Leigh began to pout, her chin propped defiantly on one fist, but she did as she was told. For nearly an hour, the only sounds from the kitchen were the scratching of pen on paper, and the occasional shift of a sore bottom on a chair, accompanied by a soft ‘oh!’ as a tender spot made contact with wood. Finally, she laid down the pen and sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap as she waited for Mark to come back and check her work. ‘Are you done?’ he called from the living room. ‘Yes sir,’ she answered respectfully. Mark soon stood behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as he leaned over her to check her sentences. He finally nodded his approval and allowed her to stand. A kiss and a hug, followed by her panties being returned to their rightful position, let Leigh know that all was forgiven. However, the fact that her laptop was now missing from the table next to her chair let her know that it was not forgotten. She sighed - it was going to be a long 48 hours.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Father's Day
Hope all of you dads out there have a good day. It's been almost seven years since I lost my Dad, but I still think of him all the time and miss him like crazy. Love you Daddy!
Friday, June 18, 2010
OMG - 5 Years!?
I just went back to the beginning of this blog to see when I started it - I had forgotten. And I was amazed to see that my first post was May 1st of 2005! I had read on another blog that she had been there for 4 1/2 years and that she thought that was ancient for a blogger. So I guess that makes me an old lady - LOL! Granted, there have been times when I disappeared for a while, but I think that happens to all of us. And there are lots of other bloggers who have been around longer than me. But even though there hasn't been anything earth-shattering or particularly prolific posted on this website, I still thought it was worth a little Happy Anniversary post to me. I'm glad to still be here and still plugging away at TTWD.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Obsession
I don't know if it's just that time of year, or what, but I seem to be obsessed with spanking the last few days. Trolling the internet for hours, watching videos, looking at toys, searching out new links, etc. Somehow it just seems like I've seen it all and there's nothing new out there. If anyone has stumbled upon any really good links lately, let me know!
I just watched the last half of Apollo 13 on TV. That's one of those movies I've seen a thousand times but I'll still surf to it anytime I catch it on. And, as always, I'm in tears during that scene of reentry! Hey, at least Ron Howard can make me cry right now - hee hee hee!
Just played Aces Up on pogo.com for a while. Earned a new rank - Miss B. Haven! Sheesh - everything I do right now I manage to find some sort of spanking connection.
Ok - enough of this for now. There is housework that needs to be done (haven't done the dishes or made the bed yet!) so I guess I should tear myself away from this laptop and get to it. (Heh - laptop - I can think of another laptop I'd like to be on - STOP!) Hopeless. Catch you all later! (Oh, and I checked all my Blogroll links, removed any dead ones, and added a bunch of new ones, so check them out!)
I just watched the last half of Apollo 13 on TV. That's one of those movies I've seen a thousand times but I'll still surf to it anytime I catch it on. And, as always, I'm in tears during that scene of reentry! Hey, at least Ron Howard can make me cry right now - hee hee hee!
Just played Aces Up on pogo.com for a while. Earned a new rank - Miss B. Haven! Sheesh - everything I do right now I manage to find some sort of spanking connection.
Ok - enough of this for now. There is housework that needs to be done (haven't done the dishes or made the bed yet!) so I guess I should tear myself away from this laptop and get to it. (Heh - laptop - I can think of another laptop I'd like to be on - STOP!) Hopeless. Catch you all later! (Oh, and I checked all my Blogroll links, removed any dead ones, and added a bunch of new ones, so check them out!)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
A Spanking Code
I'm thinking that maybe what we need in this house is some sort of code for "I'm feeling out of sorts and really need you to take charge and give me a good old fashioned spanking". But I'm no good at just asking for one (as most women aren't). Maybe a sort of 'code' would work. I'm debating suggesting to hubby that we set up a couple of things that I 'have' to do everyday - say, make the bed and do the dishes. Since I don't work outside the home, this is far from unreasonable. I do lots of other things around the house every day. But these could be the trigger chores. When I feel the need, I could just 'forget' to do one of these things. Oh - here comes the fantasy; follow along and insert your own mental pictures.
He comes home and sees the kitchen is still a mess. I hear 'Young lady, come here!' A lump in my throat, I follow his voice to the kitchen. 'Why aren't these dishes done?' he demands. I stammer and mutter something about not having time. 'You're home all day, missy. You have time to load the dishwasher and clean up around here!' He pulls out a kitchen chair, pushes me down over the back of it, yanks down my panties, grabs a wooden spoon, and smacks my bottom with it until I am yelping and promising to do better. Then I have to do the dishes - by hand! - with my panties still down, red backside on display while he watches. Then to the corner to think about my sorry excuses. Oh my - is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
Or now - fade to bedroom. He has gone up after work to change clothes and finds the bed in disarray. 'Young lady, come up here right now!' he bellows from upstairs. I trudge up the steps. 'Yes sir?' I squeak. 'Why didn't you make the bed today?' I stutter out an apology and claim I forgot. 'You forgot? Well, maybe you need a reminder!' I am made to lay across the messy bed, my face in the wadded up bedspread and a stack of pillows under my hips. (I protest, but am of course told that if the pillows had been where they belonged, I wouldn't be in this position.) Panties are pulled down and his trusty paddle is applied repeatedly to my bottom. When I am suitably toasted, I have to make the bed with my panties still down so he can see his handiwork. Then I am sent to the corner to stand with my hands on my head while he showers and changes clothes.
Hmmmmmmm........ what? Oh sorry - I'm back now. *Sigh* If only it would work and if only I could be sure he would be consistent about it. Something to think about and maybe I'll get the nerve up to suggest it!
Oh shit - what if I really did just forget to make the bed one day and wasn't trying to send any signals? Oh well - guess I'd just have to suck it up and take my punishment like a good little wife. Can't have a dominant, take-no-shit hubby if I'm calling all the shots. And maybe it would rub off in other situations - sometimes he asks me to do things, and when I don't get them done and give some excuse, he just accepts it and doesn't fuss at me. Then I feel guilty - I'd feel better if he would put his foot down and spank me when I don't do what I'm supposed to. I am definitely one who needs more motivation and less spoiling! Actually, I have never had a REAL 'you're getting a spanking whether you want one or not because you deserve it' spanking, so I don't really know how I'd react to it. But I'd like to find out! Ok - I'm rambling now as I'm thinking off the top of my head. Fairly sure you don't care to read that, so I'll stop now. Later!
He comes home and sees the kitchen is still a mess. I hear 'Young lady, come here!' A lump in my throat, I follow his voice to the kitchen. 'Why aren't these dishes done?' he demands. I stammer and mutter something about not having time. 'You're home all day, missy. You have time to load the dishwasher and clean up around here!' He pulls out a kitchen chair, pushes me down over the back of it, yanks down my panties, grabs a wooden spoon, and smacks my bottom with it until I am yelping and promising to do better. Then I have to do the dishes - by hand! - with my panties still down, red backside on display while he watches. Then to the corner to think about my sorry excuses. Oh my - is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
Or now - fade to bedroom. He has gone up after work to change clothes and finds the bed in disarray. 'Young lady, come up here right now!' he bellows from upstairs. I trudge up the steps. 'Yes sir?' I squeak. 'Why didn't you make the bed today?' I stutter out an apology and claim I forgot. 'You forgot? Well, maybe you need a reminder!' I am made to lay across the messy bed, my face in the wadded up bedspread and a stack of pillows under my hips. (I protest, but am of course told that if the pillows had been where they belonged, I wouldn't be in this position.) Panties are pulled down and his trusty paddle is applied repeatedly to my bottom. When I am suitably toasted, I have to make the bed with my panties still down so he can see his handiwork. Then I am sent to the corner to stand with my hands on my head while he showers and changes clothes.
Hmmmmmmm........ what? Oh sorry - I'm back now. *Sigh* If only it would work and if only I could be sure he would be consistent about it. Something to think about and maybe I'll get the nerve up to suggest it!
Oh shit - what if I really did just forget to make the bed one day and wasn't trying to send any signals? Oh well - guess I'd just have to suck it up and take my punishment like a good little wife. Can't have a dominant, take-no-shit hubby if I'm calling all the shots. And maybe it would rub off in other situations - sometimes he asks me to do things, and when I don't get them done and give some excuse, he just accepts it and doesn't fuss at me. Then I feel guilty - I'd feel better if he would put his foot down and spank me when I don't do what I'm supposed to. I am definitely one who needs more motivation and less spoiling! Actually, I have never had a REAL 'you're getting a spanking whether you want one or not because you deserve it' spanking, so I don't really know how I'd react to it. But I'd like to find out! Ok - I'm rambling now as I'm thinking off the top of my head. Fairly sure you don't care to read that, so I'll stop now. Later!
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Time Out For Grown Up Brats!
Now here's one that could really catch on! It was originally advertised on a UK site called Firebox. (Check out the description page on the link. Quite funny.) The Brits are very big on April Fools Day pranks, and Firebox always sends out emails offering weird stuff that doesn't really exist. But I think they are missing out on a good thing here! I bet they could sell lots of these in the spanko world. Maybe get SuperNanny to endorse a whole line of stuff..................A note on the Brit sense of humor and their April Fools jokes - they actually go to great lengths for these pranks. They advertise them on the BBC. One year it was an announcement that the spaghetti crop had failed that year. Another year it was a beautifully done ad for a documentary on a new discovery - flying penguins. They manage to suck a lot of people in.
And then I found this cartoon that just had to go along with this!
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
I Must Have An Acrylic Fetish!
This seems to be a theme for me right now - spanking-related acrylics. I really want to try out this paddle from CANE-IAC - it's called The Timothy. 2" wide, 20" long, and 1/4" thick. It reminds me of a ruler, and I get a rush from those, too. Must be something about the idea of a teacher/student disciplinary episode. I have always liked pictures of spankings with clear acrylic paddles as you can see what is going on as the paddle impacts the bottom. Of course, I don't know why that aspect of it would appeal to me as I want it used on me and I certainly can't see my own butt as it is being spanked! Guess I just hope that that view would be as appealing to my hubby as it is to me. Rulers also represent spontaneity to me - an exasperated husband grabs his bratty wife, bends her over, and paddles her with the first thing he can get his hands on - a ruler off his desk! Fast and furious, hot and stingy.
Friday, May 28, 2010
The Perfect Chair
I was just zipping around the internet, and something caught my eye (I forget what - my mind jumps around to weird associations and in the end, I can't remember how I got from point A to point B) that eventually got me to thinking about freshly spanked bottoms on display. If you have to do cornertime after you have been spanked, but don't like to stand, wouldn't this be the perfect chair? We would be able to do our time sitting down, and our spanker would still have the benefit of being able to see his handiwork - a flaming red bottom pushed up against that clear surface! And we all know that pressing just-spanked skin against a hard surface helps to hold in all that heat and sting - makes the effects last longer. Must start shopping for this or something similar now.............................
Friday, May 07, 2010
Not Much To Report!
I'm still around. If there's anyone out there who feels the need to spank me for not being more communicative, applications are being taken! Just kidding. Life has been hectic. Good, but hectic. Hubby has not been up to sexual escapades for a while, and since he connects spanking with sexual activity, well, you do the math. But I'm not unhappy. Funny how that works out. When you're both not in the mood, it's not a problem. It's actually kind of great. So you could say we're taking a break and just happy to be in each others company right now. Of course, summer is almost here, so the mood may strike us anytime now. Hope you all are having a glorious spring!
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
More fun!
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!
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.’
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