Merry Christmas!

Well, I made it through Chris and sparkle's visit.* We had a wonderful kinky time with them, snuck in as much grown-up time as we could, and thoroughly enjoyed all the non-kinky, kid fun with the princess. However, as sparkle points out elsewhere, I got spanked twice (hard) and she didn't get spanked at all. Which I think is unfair, to say the least. The next time we see them we'll have to figure out an Equitable Spanking Plan. Perhaps it could be applied to tops as well. (grin)

Today isn't a holiday for everyone, of course. But I do hope that wherever you are, you are with people who love you and that you have the ability to tell them that you love them too.

*Thanks to Student Discipline, Rose, and Raven for their help and suggestions!

Help!

Sparkle and I are trapped in my house with two tops! And only the princess to save us!

We definitely need an infusion of brats/subs/bottoms to tip the balance in our favor.

Otherwise, heaven help us!

;-)

The Truth About Hotel Glasses

OK, I am not even remotely a germophobe. I'm more in the "thirty-second rule" club. But this is pretty darn gross. Watch at your own discretion.

Iris Rule

Thanks to brilliant suggestions by Google and two wonderful women whose names start with S, I am making a list of new rules. Rules for tops. Especially tops whose names start with M or C--but feel free to apply them liberally in your own top situations.

Rule 1: No spankings allowed when the spankee is sick. This is cruel, unusual, and only makes me feel sicker longer. Which means that someone is prolonging my illness. Which is not a nice thing to do. But since some tops are sneaky, this also requires:

Rule 2: Spankings earned while someone is sick cannot be accrued or made worse because they are deferred. Basically, when I'm sick I get carte blanche to complain and not follow all the rules perfectly. Because I'm SICK, that's why.

Rule 3: No collusion between tops allowed. If one spanks me, no one else can spank me for earning a spanking from the first one. And no one can interfere with the punishment of another to add to it or make it worse. Tops should not talk amongst themselves unless one of them is convincing another to let me off the hook.

Rule 4: No new nasty implements allowed in the house. Not even if they're smuggled in in pretty wrapping paper and put under my Christmas tree. We have quite enough horrible things without adding to the collection. This includes anything made from ebony, rubber, lexan, dragon's anything, or exotic hardwoods. Lovely leather, especially from The London Tanners, is welcome.

Rule 5: All punishments must be agreed on ahead of time. This means no surprise consequences that were not publicized ahead of time. Like, for instance, being spanked for getting sunburned. Or finding out too late that not getting enough sleep while away on vacation counts as a spankable offense. All rules and corresponding punishments should be discussed and noted (preferably on paper) before they may be enforced.

This is all I can think of at the moment, but I am definitely open to suggestions from other non-tops. Additions, anyone?

Spanking the Sick One

If your girlfriend had been home all day long, miserable and sick and alone, would you spank her? Even if she said that she still doesn't feel good and is achy and doesn't feel good?

Of course you wouldn't. That's because you're nice and you understand that when there are pre-existing agreements for things that have to get done, they don't apply when people get sick. Which means that you don't take someone by the hand, lead her into the bedroom, pull down her pajama pants, bend her over your knee, and spank her. You cuddle her and baby her and bring her more Vernors.*

Now could someone please explain that to M?

It's too late for today, but might save me for tomorrow.

* To be fair, M did do all these things too. But who's interested in being fair when you're sick and just got spanked?

Entertaining the Sick One

I'm sick in bed today. :-( The for real sick kind, too. I went to work and they sent me home even though there was a big crisis and I know they could have used the help. I suppose it wouldn't have helped much if I infected everyone else. Had to pull over on the drive home so I could throw up, which was not fun, in case you were wondering.

(Have I garnered enough sympathy yet?)

So anyway, in between naps and sips of Vernors, I'm amusing myself with YouTube and Dances with Werewolves. Maybe if I feel up to it I'll do some work on a PowerPoint for next week. Or maybe I'll just snuggle down and try not to be so freaking miserable.

For your enjoyment, gentle readers, here is another "Little House" spanking. I just love seeing Nellie get her comeuppance.

You Found Me!

More fun search terms that Google used to route people to this site:

er story Not so much here, sorry. But Natty has a great story about kinky goings on in the ER, if you'd like.

iris sin blog I'm guessing this has to do with the housewarming party that M and I had a month ago, but I'm curious about the idea of a sin blog. I mean, it sounds like delicious reading, but I'd be too afraid it would turn into documentation of events that are better left undocumented, if you know what I mean.

sierra salem gives a good spanking
I have no idea. Perhaps someone else has first hand knowledge?

sunburned backsides or spanked backsides Oh dear. This sounds a little too close to an adventure I had a while ago with sparkle and Mija. I am ever so much more careful now in applying sunscreen. No sunburned bottoms here, thank you very much.

And my absolute favorite:

iris rule I think this is an excellent idea. Iris should definitely be making the rules and other people (ahem, cough, Chris, cough, M, cough) should be subject to them. Don't you agree?

A Little Girl Day

This morning I woke up from a lovely dream where a tall, curvy, maternal (not motherly, maternal) woman was leading my by the hand down a hall into a room to spank me. The spanking never came to pass in the dream (other events intervened, as often happens in dreams), but I started the day feeling distinctly submissive. Not naughty, not sexual, just kind of calm and submissive.

M and I did crossword puzzles and watched football for a while and then I asked if I could have a little girl kind of day. I didn't want to misbehave; as a matter of fact, I desperately wanted to be a very, very good girl today. One who trots along, doing as she's told, and doesn't have to make any decisions. So M directed me through my getting ready ("Good girl for getting dressed. Now we're going to get some breakfast and we're going to try a new place.") and gave me lots of hugs and praise. I didn't make any decisions without asking permission, including what I ate at breakfast and how much of it I ate. When we got home, he took me by the hand, led me down the hall into our room, and gave me a gentle, lovely good-girl spanking. Not because I was bad, just because I'm Iris and sometimes I need to be reminded that I'm loved.

And then he gave me a list of things to do for the rest of the day. Not too many, but just enough to make me feel like I'd accomplished things. I, um, haven't quite finished the list, but I think I'll go get started. After all, I really do want to be a good girl today.

I Love YouTube

It turns out that you can have a lot of fun with YouTube and variations on the word spank. So I'm going to share some of my favorites with you in the coming weeks. Here's one:



I agree with Uncle Charles, though Mija, Niki, and Bailey might say otherwise!

Why Can't I Do This?

Why doesn't the world go all black and purple when I'm getting spanked, huh? Huh?



But then I guess I've never cried after four measly hand spanks either. Wimp.

Giving Thanks

People, events, and things for which I am thankful:

My darling M
Health
Family
Chris, sparkle, and the Princess
All the PB authors
Curves
Being kinky! (Yes, I am determined to be thankful for it, even when I battle it)
Peppermint Joe-Joe's (only available at Trader Joe's, but seriously. If you can get them, buy three boxes.)
A fulfilling (if exhausting) job
You! I am thankful for you, dear readers

Any particular thanksgiving you want to post, leave it here.

Reality becoming Fantasy

I'm a bit behind in my blog reading, so I only just discovered Niki's post about the repercussions from a misplaced pea. First of all, I really love real-life accounts of spanking, especially from people I know. (I can just hear HH's voice...) It's satisfying on a level different from fiction because it has the extra ring of truth--gasp! there are actually people out there getting spanked!--and because the accounts are stripped down to the essentials. And let's face it, Niki writes really well. I've been enjoying replaying the scenario in my mind just as it was written and I suspect I may replay it, um, later too.

But now my mind has turned the reality into fantasy: Niki, sparkle, Mija, Bailey, IrishRed, Princess Gail, and me sitting and enjoying dinner at the restaurant at the Suncoast. Niki giddily flicking a pea across the table, only to be answered with a french fry. Someone else joining in with a cherry tomato, and then some Diet Coke, and then...

Fast forward to the nervous young ladies being escorted out of the restaurant by HH, Chris, Pablo, Ian, and M. Disheveled, food-smeared, giggling nervously. All taken up to one suite and soundly spanked together for our misbehavior.

Uh, excuse me. Time to go replay some stories* in my, um, head.

_____________________

*Seriously, girls, what do you think? Staged food fight at SL 08? Grin.

Who's Surprised? Anyone?

Your Score: SPANK SLUT

You are 100% spankable!

You loved to be spanked, good and hard, with any available object. You will take it as hard as anyone is willing to give it. You are probably guilty of provoking your lover into spanking you, by flagrant misbehavior or verbal challenges. Hell, your ass is probably red right now. We wouldn�t be surprised if you are standing at the keyboard, because it hurts to sit down.

Link: The How Spankable Are You Test

Still Here

Nope, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. The party was wonderful--thank you to everyone who had such good recipe advice! We had apples, cider, nuts, chocolate, champagne, and lots of other decadent food that was definitely sinful. Lots of fun, but lots of work. We're both recuperating a bit this week and I'm trying to keep my head above water with two crazy jobs. Believe it or not, it has been weeks since I've been spanked for real. I've been too stressed to misbehave and too preoccupied to be a brat.

No, really. It happens.

M and Iris are Living in Sin!

M and I are having our housewarming party next weekend to show the new apartment to our (mostly vanilla) friends and family. I need suggestions for food to serve: things that are easy to make ahead of time and don't require a lot of work to keep warm or cold. Basically I want to set them out and not worry about them again.

I've done a bit of research and found some things that would fit with the theme of the party, like Mississippi Sin Dip and Deviled Eggs. To drink: Original Sin, perhaps. Grin.

Other ideas? (I'm actually soliciting help here, folks.)

Fun with Google

I've always loved looking at the random "What the Net Dragged In" topics from others' sites. It took me a good while to figure out how to access it myself,* but I have been tracking visitors and trends for the last few weeks and have some interesting things to report. Mostly, I'm interested in the things that people have entered into search engines that made them click on this blog. The most fun ones:

"sierra salem" torrent Now, I think Sierra Salem is a very sexy girl. Enviable figure, beautiful hair, and oh yes, a gorgeous bottom. But torrent? Um, sorry.

chris strokes Hee, hee. I wonder what they were actually looking for--perhaps a man with that name? So many perverted things come to mind, I can't even start listing them.

have you been spanked today? Um, not today. But yesterday. And truthfully, I probably will get spanked before the evening is out. It's been that kind of week.

And my particular favorite:
tingly sensation eyes My eyes! My eyes! ;-)

*In case you're wondering, you can sign up with Google Analytics, put an html code thing on your page, and then access all the data.

A rant, er, story about tops

Once upon a time there was a sweet, charming, extremely well-behaved Iris. She transgressed ever so slightly a rule that was set in stone. Feeling guilty (as all good, honest Irises do), she confessed to both M and Chris, throwing herself on their mercy. But they showed none, and she received punishment from both.

[I'm pausing a moment to let you catch your breath from the shock.]

[No, no, take your time.]

She shouldn't have been surprised, given the nature of tops. And she wasn't. She was even gracious in her acquiescence to their toppiness. But she was shocked (shocked, I tell you) by their toppy collaboration.

M's punishment was swift, immediate, painful--and over quickly. Chris' punishment was long-lasting, a little embarrassing, and not-so painful. It included (OK, was comprised entirely of) 10 minutes in the corner bare each night for 5 days, plus a sign I have to keep in my car for two weeks.

Anyway.

One top is NOT (not, I tell you) supposed to interfere with the punishment of another. So why did I spend 12 minutes in the corner tonight after being spanked? Toppy interference, that's why!

The moral of this story?

Tops should mind their own business! (Also, tops can't see if you stick your tongue out at the corner.)

Hmph.

(Oh, and if you don't mind, I'd just as soon you didn't tell M and Chris about this.)

M/M spanking

Natty just posted about something that Kayley posted a few weeks ago. (And yes, I feel like a high school sophomore just saying that.)

It made me think again about how much I love M/M stories. Not just like them. Really love them. When I first got into the scene, I came into the world through stories. First, Laura's Story Corner. I read voraciously, anything and everything I could get my hands on. Some of the stories turned me on; others shocked me; still others disgusted me; some even scared me out of my wits.

Now, much later in my evolution as a kinky woman, I am less shocked. I have more refined tastes and know what I like and don't like. But I am still surprised and still evolving. Every once in a while I read something or see something and think, "Hmmmm...now that looks interesting." Or I don't even think that, but some explosion goes off in my brain and I become instantly aroused. (Which is in and of itself a clue.)

I discovered M/M stories several years ago when I came across Ranger's stories. (I'm not sure that's the most recent link, but that's the best one I have.) Ranger led me to Rolf (same link as above), and then I found Nelson and LJ. And I fell head over heels in love.

Now, I am extremely picky when it comes to fiction. I no longer read voraciously or accept anything as good. I have enough experience in the scene and its literature that I know I can find better--or dream up better. These authors write extremely well. The characters are lively, the dialogue engaging, the punctuation impeccable.

Natty wrote: Like Kayley, I suspect what fuels my M/m fantasies are the fact that most spankings in non-kinky fiction are boys being spanked by male teachers and parents. And historically speaking, boys were far more likely to be whipped than girls.

The genre attracts me for different reasons, though. (Granted, I'm talking M/M, not M/m. So perhaps I'm talking about an entirely different genre than they are.) But I think one of the reasons I love M/M so much is that the feminism debate can't enter the picture at all. There's no question of the woman being weaker or more deserving of discipline because of her gender. In fact, these authors tackle the question of discipline head-on and resolve it simply with the "different people have different needs" argument. Which works much more cleanly in a same-gender relationship than in a hetero one. That simplicity holds a strong attraction for me. I'm free to identify with either character and free to enjoy the relationship without worrying about her motivation or his prejudices. I can enjoy the sexual spark between two people, enjoy the bratting of one, the calm sternness of the other, and the harmony that occurs in a well-functioning (if fictional) discipline relationship. And it's a good escape. Without sexist rhetoric or my internalized concern that I'm participating in a non-feminist discourse. (The liberal arts education kicks in far too easily!)

So what about you? Are you drawn to this genre? Or another genre in which you don't/can't particpate? Any reasons?

A Day to Celebrate!

Happy Love Our Lurkers Day, everyone! And Happy M's Birthday! (Two reasons to celebrate!)

My little blog hasn't been going long, but the stat counter suggests there might be one or two people who come by to read without commenting. All readers are welcome, with or without comments, but I admit that I am terribly, terribly curious about who is out there. Are you all people I know? Are you people I have never met? Are you bloggers or non-bloggers? Into discipline, sensual, sexual, romantic, or other kinds of spankings? Totally vanilla and just browsing to get a glimpse of a different world?

So please feel free to leave a comment. A wave is just fine. A smart remark or witty retort would be wonderful. And if you don't want to leave your name, that's just fine. On the other hand, if you want to tell me a bit about yourself, please do!

And if you want to leave a message but don't know what to say, leave birthday greetings for M. :-)

Are we there yet?

Chris and sparkle have a remarkably bright daughter. She is truly a delightful child: generally amiable, definitely opinionated, and always up for fun. In the last few months, however, she has developed the unfortunate habit of actually paying attention to adult conversations. And repeating what she hears.

I discovered this new phase in her development rather by accident, during a long car trip where I jokingly whined from the backseat to Chris (the driver), "Are we there yet?" The princess picked up on the question and has apparently taken to asking it. Sometimes ad nauseum, as sparkle can attest. So although I did not specifically teach the child to say it, I have been given credit for introducing it into her vocabulary.

And just as sparkle threatened, she did in fact give me 56 swats* with their rubber paddle last weekend when they visited. They weren't ridiculously hard, but 56 swats with anything rubber leaves a definite sensation. In this case, it was a warm, glowy, tingly sensation that had me pleasantly flying. M and Chris were an appreciative and mostly well-behaved audience (though one of them did keep asking sparkle if we were there yet).

And I can't be quite sure, but I think sparkle enjoyed herself too. :-D

*The original 50 swats, plus 6 more for the 6 times she said it on the car drive to our house that weekend. Sigh.

I Should Know Better

You'd think I'd be more comfortable with myself, my needs, and my identity by this point in my evolution as a kinky person. I mean, I've spent thousands of hours reading about this, writing about it, thinking about it, and talking to intelligent (and not-so-intelligent) people about it. I have counselled newcomers to the scene. I have taken great pride in naming and claiming my need for discipline.

So why on earth do I still trip over myself? Why do I sabotage myself by trying to be something I'm not? Or rather, why do I try not to be who I am?

Sigh.

The last week or so I've been hormonal. And struggling with stuff. And trying desperately to do it all on my own. M stepped up and offered to help, even setting a deadline and a rule. And what did I do? I got anxious, self-conscious, insecure, and self-destructive. When M tried to step in and help again, I pushed back and resisted his help because I was afraid of being too needy.

Actual conversation in the middle of my spanking today:

M: What is going on with you?
Iris: I'm just trying to take care of this on my own.
M: And how's that working for you?

At this point, we both started laughing, since I am clearly not handling it well.

M pointed out that since 1.), I can't do it on my own and 2.), he wants to help me, the easiest way to accomplish this is to not resist when he's trying to do something. And then he hairbrushed me silly.

The man may have a point.

More M*A*S*H fun

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Courtesy of Dr. Ken!

Oops! When Dr. Ken sent me the picture, I thought it was so cool that I posted it without thinking. Sorry, Endart! If you want to see it again (or for the first time), go check out the original site. :-)

I Love M*A*S*H

Watching M*A*S*H reruns the other night. Margaret (aka "Hot Lips") gets engaged and comes back bragging about her new fiancé.

Col. Potter (looking at his picture): He's a Lieutenant Colonel.
Margaret: Oh, yes, sir. I could never love a man who didn't outrank me.

Hee hee.

Yes, I'm still alive. Working on a longer post in my spare time. Decorating the new apartment, planning a housewarming party (Theme: "M and Iris are Living in Sin!"), and playing Betty Crocker every night.

Chris, sparkle, and the princess are coming to stay for the weekend. I imagine there may be a retribution spanking at some point; sparkle and I will keep you informed. :-D

Oh. Dear. God.

I am so dead.

http://asparkle2.blogspot.com/2007/09/fair-warning.html

I'm back!

Sweet, sweet internet. My very intelligent, highly skilled, and much beloved M has managed to configure our internet connection. Never mind the boxes piled everywhere (and I do mean everywhere). Never mind the unassembled and unpurchased furniture. We are online! (Lest you think I'm being sarcastic, I am genuinely grateful. Boxes will take forever to unpack; I've been having internet DTs.)

And here is an example of just how brutal my love can be. He hairbrushed my foot! Well, actually, he hairbrushed my backside hard enough to make me kick high, and then he hairbrushed my foot. As SarAdora would say, Tsk.

The Rules

A few weeks ago, sparkle posted this list of her rules, both old and new. It got me thinking about the rules that I've had at different times and in different relationships, so I decided to make a similar list.

Permanent Rules
(Rules that never change and seem to be embraced by all disciplinarians I've had.)

1.) Take care of myself
This is the broadest, most basic rule. Parameters can be defined differently by different tops, but are generally the same. They include eating, not deliberately going to dangerous places by myself, not driving recklessly (I am a very good driver, but have been informed by Chris and M and Yoni that if I were to ever get a speeding ticket I would be in big trouble from them all), and generally not endangering myself. More specific interpretations have included not peering over sand cliffs to see the rushing torrent of water (M), not driving on my cell without an earpiece (Yoni), and not getting sunburned at the beach (Chris).

Yes, I've been spanked for most of those.

2.) No texting while driving.
This is a newer rule for me, but unfortunately one on which all my disciplinarians agree. And I agree that it's safer, but sometimes it would be so much more convenient to shoot off a quick text--and sometimes that happens while I'm in the car. But I have promised to be careful.

I have been spanked for this a little. Mostly threatened and roundly scolded for thinking about it.
3.) No bad behavior
I really am generally well-behaved, despite what this blog might imply. But I do get impatient and I will vent my frustrations occasionally with a stamp of my foot or a flash of my tongue. This bothers M more than any of the others, but all of them have spanked me (or swatted me) for it.

Currently, the penalty for any tongue-sticking-out whatsoever is a hairbrushing. Period. No haggling allowed.

Temporary Rules
(Rules that have been in place for certain periods of time with certain disciplinarians.)

1.) Do my reading/work
When I was in grad school there were a couple of times when I asked M and/or Yoni to help give me some structure. I was falling behind in reading for classes, pushing papers to the last minute, and generally spiralling downward. Having an external sense of accountability helped me get things accomplished and kept everyone more sane.

This was one of the more regimented examples of the rule.

2.) Take care of myself
Sometimes I get really bad at watching out for myself, so I have more specific rules about what to eat, when to go to bed, or things like that. These are short-term things, since neither my tops nor I wish to get into a 24/7 control relationship. They are set up to protect me when I'm not doing a good enough job taking care of myself and they last "as long as they need to." (grin--can you tell I've heard that before?) Consequences include reporting in at various times to my disciplinarian, spanking for falling short of the expectations, lines, and early bedtime.

That just about covers it. Seems like sparkle does have more rules than I do!

Out of Whack

I just posted something new over at Punishment Book.

Go check it out.

As promised. . .

I'm just dropping in for a minute to put up the lines I said I would/was forced to post. M had a family reunion all last week (we went there straight from Shadow Lane) and we are in the process of moving to a new apartment now. Updates might be less frequent than I'd like, but I'll do my best.

Oh, and thank you to everyone who has posted such lovely comments!

Shadow Lane 2007

M and I just got back from Vegas and the Shadow Lane party. Highlights from the weekend:

· Doing a role play with HH, where I was an 18-year-old miscreant caught out after curfew, causing a breach of the peace with drunk and disorderly conduct. As an American tourist, I didn’t know that the British deal with such behavior in a barbaric and archaic fashion: by dressing the girl in a school uniform and sending her for “corporal correction.” Mmmm, lovely.

· Playing with M in a suite party and gathering a crowd because of the intensity of the spanking. It wasn’t for punishment—purely fun—but my endorphins were flowing and I took a seriously hard session with a wooden paddle and a thick strap. It was so hard that Niki Flynn was literally cowering in the corner watching! One gentleman asked me very politely afterward, “Um, was that typical?” Grin.

· Feeling very well cared for by M and Chris as I struggled with some of my own demons. And being surrounded by supportive friends.

· The last evening of the party, a group of good friends in our room. Niki Flynn, HH, Chris, sparkle, Mija, NY Irish Red, Bailey, Ian the London Tanner, Tony Hamilton, and Aurora. Much merriment, champagne, spanking, and teasing.

· At said party, Chris was spanking me with one of Ian’s paddles and Ian objected to the slight inflection in my voice as I counted Chris’ strokes. Mr. London Tanner decided to teach me a new way to count and put me over his own knee. One stroke per cheek, and I had to count from one to ten on one side and ten to one on the other. (Got that?) It’s supposed to be like this: Smack “One!” Smack “Ten!” Smack “Two!” Smack “Nine!” Confusing at best, right? Except Ian, sadist that he is, started giving me two in a row on the same cheek. But I managed to keep it all straight, even confusing him at one point. J And the room cheered when we were done.

· The (ahem) 8 hour drive home from Vegas to LA. It could have been traumatic, but because we carpooled with Chris and sparkle, it was as fun as it could possibly be. We groaned, teased, reminisced about the weekend, and planned for the next party.

A Mystery

Some of you know that I am something of a bumpersticker connoisseur. So I was delighted and astonished today to see TWO cars sporting a bumpersticker I'd never seen. It is a black outline of a paddle with the words Asylum St. Spankers on it ("Asylum" and "St" are in small letters on the handle, "Spankers" in large letters on the face of the paddle). I'm tickled to relay that both cars were bright red in color, but I am puzzled as to the genesis of the sticker. Does anyone know whence this comes?

A bit of background

I don't want to write a whole autobiography here (most people reading this blog already know me, either in real life or from PB), but I thought I should probably set out some kind of introductory post. At least an intro about me and spanking.

I have been interested in spanking for as long as I can remember. Before I was old enough to realize that it was sexual, I knew that I was fascinated by spankings: reading about them, catching snippets in the movies, hearing parents threaten their children in supermarkets, listening to stories from family and friends. So even though I thought about it a lot, it wasn't until sometime in college I realized that all this interest was related to a specific tingling sensation and perhaps that meant it was sexual.

So yes, spanking is sexual for me. Most of my orgasms involve me being spanked or me thinking about spanking--it is possible for me to come without spanking being involved, just not common. At some point I'll probably resurrect a survey I did for an independent study in grad school about sexuality, sexual orientation and BDSM, but we'll leave that for now.

On top of being sexual, though, spanking is about discipline for me. It took me a while to come to terms with that: I was lucky to come of age in a time where spanking doesn't seem perverted or terribly unusual, but discipline? That was a whole other game, thoroughly contradictory to my liberal arts and feminist training. And probably fodder for another later post. Suffice to say that I am now at a point where I recognize that spanking-as-discipline is at least as important to me as spanking-as-sexual-expression.

I have been incredibly blessed to find strong, supportive communities and individuals who have helped me articulate my needs and find ways of having them met. Crimson Moon was the first place I found people who were totally comfortable with spanking--they had fought their own personal battles and come to peace with themselves and their needs. Through CM I met Yoni and Tasha, a couple who have become family--in fact, we were in a relationship for a time. They gave me the gift of acceptance and taught me that it is in fact ok to need to be disciplined/punished.

Through Crimson Moon I also met M. In the beginning of our relationship, he was unconvinced of his capacity to be a disciplinarian, but needless to say, he has changed. We continue to negotiate the scope and boundaries of discipline in our relationship, but he is a wonderful man and I am lucky to have him.

Chris and sparkle and their Princess became good friends through other scene friends, and they became a lifeline for me when I moved to Los Angeles over a year ago. When M and I broke up for several months, Chris stepped into the role of disciplinarian. Which means that I technically have three disciplinarians: Yoni, Chris, and M. Two of them live more than six hours away (Yoni lives in New York!), so they don't do much on a daily level, but there's still the capacity for Iris to get into a world of trouble. And neither Yoni nor Chris has much compunction about emailing M and asking him to spank me for something.

For all this blustering, you'd think that I'm constantly in trouble. I'm not. I'm a good citizen. I mostly obey traffic and other laws. I am sassy and bratty--some times more than others--but am also kind and sympathetic and very interested in helping people (my profession dictates that).

And that's enough about me for now.

Have you ever had to. . .

. . . create your own line?

Part of my punishment from Chris is to write lines. Or, as he says,

200, written in one sitting. No taking breaks to do anything else until they're done...you can sit and rest your arm occasionally, but other than that, you're not to get up except for necessary bathroom breaks.

Also,

You will select the sentence to be written. It will be at least six words long and appropriate to the situation, but does not need to be incredibly specific. Do not even think about coming up with something smart-assed, or you will be even sorrier than you're already going to be.

Well, damn. I've had to write lines a few times before, but I've always had one assigned to me. It was drudgery, but didn't involve much thought. It turns out that this is really hard. Hard because so many, many impertinent, sassy lines come to mind. Hard because I don't want it to be too long. Hard because it has to be "appropriate to the situation." And also hard because

Once the lines are written, the first page will be scanned and posted to your blog.

Eep.

The Rest of the Story

Well, here's the deal. Last night, I was this close to falling asleep when I suddenly got an over-tired rush of adrenaline, said something feisty to M, and stomped my foot. He, in a sudden and unexpected fit of toppiness, turned me over his knee and spanked me. Hard. With his hand, a hairbrush, and a paddle.

This turn of events put me in a semi-submissive headspace, wherein I decided to confess something to Chris via email. I woke up this morning and found this in my inbox:

[My full name],

Don't have time to respond in detail right now as I have to go to work, but yes, you're in big trouble, young lady. I'll let you know just how much trouble when I have time to sort it out and reply more fully.

Chris

Foolish me. I immediately crawled back in bed and whispered to M, "I think I'm in big trouble with Chris." He snuggled me sleepily, and said, "For what?"

Now this particular issue is the only issue that Chris has complete authority over. It's the same issue that he was helping me with in the winter, and one for which M isn't totally comfortable punishing me. So I responded by naming the general issue and snuggling deeper under the covers, confident that was the end of the conversation. Foolish me. M suddenly tightened his grip and said, "And when are you getting spanked for this?"

Still not realizing my peril, I said, "I dunno. Probably not until Shadow Lane."

He said, "Well, if you're in big trouble, I think you should be spanked sooner. If you have to wait for your punishment, it always gets worse. I'm going to spank you now."

And he did. With his hand, the hairbrush, and that damn paddle. Again.

So that's the story.

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And in case you're wondering, yes, Chris has passed the rest of my sentence. But more will come on that soon.

Double Trouble

Not enough time to post the whole story now, but I'm leaving a teaser.

I have been spanked, hairbrushed, and paddled twice in the last twelve hours.  And that's only from M!  I've earned more from Chris, who is fortunately/unfortunately long distance.

To be continued...

Noise? What Noise?

M and I were away in the north this weekend, visiting his parents.  One night before bed we were goofing around and he threatened me with a hairbrush and a paddle.  

"You don't have a paddle with you!"  (I am bluffing.  He often does pack a paddle when we travel.)

"Oh no?"  Paddle not-so-magically appears from his suitcase.

"Yeah?  Well, you can't use it!  Way too loud with your parents next door!"  Feeling very smug and satisfied with myself.

He grins.  An evil grin.  "Nah.  I figure I give you one good crack and then start cursing: 'Ow!  My toe!  Stupid, mother-f@*#ing bed!  Ow!'"

Damn, he's good.

Oh, and my favorite find of the weekend?  The new pizza place in town, called SWACKS!  (Upper case letters and exclamation point included).  

Fun with Art

I've had these pictures for a long time, just waiting to post them somewhere. When I was in grad school I worked in the library; this statue sat in the middle of the atrium for about six months. It made working there simultaneously more interesting and more, um, distracting.

My question is this: what the hell do you think the artist thought the figures were doing?

My First Post

Welcome to my new blog!

I can't say that I'll post every day (or even every week), but I've long thought that I wanted to have my own forum for musing about life, spanking, friends, relationships, and perhaps a bit of theology.

So here I am. . .