Fun with Text Messages

Did you ever notice how sometimes one simple phrase leads to a whole other conversation? And how those other conversations often lead to someone getting spanked? I had two of those last night.

Grin.

The first one was with Chris; he reported on the events fairly accurately here, so I won't reiterate them. But I did have a hunch that texting a fireman about a potential fire hazard in my bed might get a reaction.

The second one happened over the course of the evening. M had a meeting last night, so he set the Tivo to record the Lakers-Spurs game. Before he left I said, "I'm going to watch the game. Do you want me to text you periodic updates?" Being the diehard fan he is, he answered in the negative, rather emphatically. About half an hour later I texted him and said, "The Spurs are up by 80 at the end of the first quarter!" He texted back a raspberry. And that was all in good fun.

Fast forward to the fourth quarter of a very exciting game. I was chatting online with a vanilla friend of ours and mentioned that I'd teased M about the score--and that I thought he should do the same. A few minutes later he wrote, "Just sent the text." And we pretty much left it at that. M's meeting went really late and by the time he got home I was half-asleep. The conversation went something like this:

M: Are you asleep, love?
I: Mmmphgf.
M: Ohhh, I'm so tired!
I: I'm sorry, sweetie. Wanna snuggle?
M (climbing into bed): I actually want to watch the game.
I: OK, baby.
M: S wrecked it for me, though. He sent me a text that said, "Bummer about the Lakers."
I: [snort of repressed laughter]
M: What?
I: [snort of less repressed laughter]
M: What?
I: I told him to do that.
M (leaping out of bed): What?!
I (squealing and flipping onto my back): No, no, no!
M: You're going to be saying that more in a minute!
I: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow ... ow! (You get the point.)

We were both laughing, though he spanked me really hard with his hand and the hairbrush from my nightstand. :-( I fell asleep happy. And he did too: the Lakers won.

Twin Spankings

Is is sexier if you don't know what they're saying?



I just love the first girl getting spanked over his arm: yum.

Layers

Not much new to report around here. We're busy with jobs, lives, wedding plans, and general things like laundry. I did get spanked this weekend. M made it a temporary rule that I wasn't allowed to touch or pick at the peeling skin on my shoulders because he was (justly) worried that I would scar the skin. But it's just so cool, you know? The skin was coming off in sheets--crocodile sheets! So I did give in to temptation and then confessed (of course). Which meant that he decreed a spanking for me, and I, being the overtired girl I was at the moment, got downright sassy. (I think he said "mouthy, naughty, and defiant"--or something like that.) I really didn't think he was going to do anything at the moment and that's always a mistake (particularly if you voice that conviction). He took me in the other room and hairbrushed me with the ebony brush and then said that I deserved another hairbrushing the next day. Sheesh! So I got spanked two days in a row (within 12 hours) and I had to stand in the corner after my second spanking. Which is not very nice at all.

Don't worry. I'm pretty much recovered. ;-)

Red All Over

Just when I thought I was starting to heal from my punishments last week, Thursday came around. Which meant that D came over and I got spanked. I won't bore you with details (grin), but it was hard and heavy and I ended up very red and ultimately bruised. The red has to do with how hard he spanks, and the bruised has to do with where he spanks, which is far too high, too low, and too sideways for my taste. (Not dangerously so, you understand. I won't play with anyone I consider even remotely dangerous. I just happen to have a VERY low tolerance for what I consider too high and he spanks on the sides of my butt and my thighs, which I think is totally unfair. I don't expect to have a lot of input on this. ;-)) I've broken out the Arnica for the first time in a long time and we're running low.

And then just when I was starting to heal from that, Sunday came around. Which isn't a special date in particular except that M and I spent about four hours walking around outside and I got the absolute worst sunburn of my life on my back, chest, and shoulders. I am in so much pain (even two days later) that I have a hard time wearing clothes, I can't lift my arms above my shoulders, and the skin on my shoulders looks like bubble wrap (I'm blistered). I'm pushing the limit on how much aloe with lidocaine I can apply in a 24-hour period, popping aspirin and vitamin E pills like chocolate chips, and I even came home from work early today so I could work from home and not have to wear clothes that bit into my scorched flesh.

Before you ask: no, I'm not in trouble. M is being very sweet, rubbing vitamin E and aloe on me and giving me sweet attention. I know that Chris would have spanked the hell out of me if he lived nearby (c.f. an event from two years ago), but I'll be well-healed by the next time we get together. So I'm not getting spanked. But I am very, very red. And very, very in pain.

Sympathy, please.

A Real Punishment

I just posted at Punishment Book, so check out the story of my latest spanking over there.

What's the Difference...

...between a "mean" spanking and a "stern" spanking? Because the sharp, sting-y, VERY ouchy spanking I got from M last night was apparently not "mean," it was "stern." Felt pretty mean to me. I got grabbed, tossed over his lap on the bed, and spanked hard. And then when I thought it was over, he pulled down my pajamas and spanked me harder. :-( Mean, right?

Sadly, no Thursday updates today. The group has conflicting schedules, so anyone salivating in anticipation of a detailed orgiastic report (cough, Chris, cough, Paul, cough) will have to wait another week. :-)

Funny Hairbrushes

A little something to brighten up your mid-week. I remember seeing this on TV (though not in the original, obviously) and loving it. Make sure to watch all the way through: the second time is a wonderful slow motion re-take.

I Love Thursdays

So Thursdays have become my new favorite day of the week.

Not because I love my job so much.

Not because I am a mid-week kind of girl.

Nope.

Thursdays are my new favorite day because we now have two friends who are only available to come over on Thursdays. And they're fun. And kinky. One of them kisses divinely and the other can spank like no one's business. Yum.

How did we discover this? Like many good things in life, they were both under our noses (sort of). Lily has been a friend of ours for a long time, but has recently become a good friend, if you know what I mean. (And by "what I mean," I mean "she is very sexy and funny and sweet and likes to kiss both of us but especially me." Which is delightful.) She's just starting to explore her kinky side in a more public way (we're hoping to entice her to Shadow Lane with us) and she's becoming fairly adept at sassing, especially at funny moments. She loves the sensual, power play side of WIIWD*, but also enjoys watching other people get spanked.

D has been a friend of M's for a long time, but I'd never really met him until last week when he spanked me hard. Really hard. Hard enough that I was giggling and wiggling and a little bruised (and I don't bruise easily). Yum. This week he gave me a semi-mock punishment. I say "semi-mock" because the reason was nominal: I had gotten busy and hadn't checked my email for a few days, which meant that I hadn't responded to his emails. (Which is apparently really rude.) But the punishment felt real enough--I may have mentioned this before, but he spanks hard. Even just with his hand when he's trying not to bruise me because I'm trying on wedding dresses tomorrow with my mom and my sister.

Two strong, stern men to spank me for fun and for real with hands and various implements. A beautiful, sensual woman to kiss before, during, and after said spankings. Oh yeah, I definitely love Thursdays.

*What It Is We Do