Thursday, October 2, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Advice, Please
Thank you all for the wonderful marriage/sex/kinky advice. I'm sure we'll, um, use all of your suggestions in one way or another. :-)
Anyway, I need help on a more serious front. M and I have a dear friend who has agreed to be our iPod DJ for the reception, but I have to help her make up the playlist. I'm seeking ideas for the dinner playlist and the after-dinner-dancing playlist. Dinner music will be Michael Buble/ Frank Sinatra/ jazzy-ish. After dinner, anything goes.
We need to fill up several hours with music, so I'd appreciate any and all ideas. sparkle suggested that we take our top ten or twenty favorites and make them into an iTunes playlist, so maybe we can do that.
Anyway, I need help on a more serious front. M and I have a dear friend who has agreed to be our iPod DJ for the reception, but I have to help her make up the playlist. I'm seeking ideas for the dinner playlist and the after-dinner-dancing playlist. Dinner music will be Michael Buble/ Frank Sinatra/ jazzy-ish. After dinner, anything goes.
We need to fill up several hours with music, so I'd appreciate any and all ideas. sparkle suggested that we take our top ten or twenty favorites and make them into an iTunes playlist, so maybe we can do that.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
SL08: Marriage Advice
My bestest sparkle threw an absolutely delightful shower/bachelorette party for me during the weekend in Vegas. We had wine, cheese, really good cookies, and a whole cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. Delicious.
I am truly not a shower-games kind of girl, but sparkle planned two fun games and came prepared with prizes for the winners. She also had a tiara for me that is VERY sparkly and says Bachelorette on it and a magic wand with a double sided star for bopping people; one side says Good Girl and the other says Bad Girl. Very fun.
One of the games she made up involved a series of 3x5 cards with questions printed on them. Guests at the party were each given three and had to write answers/advice designed to be thought- and laughter-provoking. (In a future post I may show evidence of the prize given to those who provoked a laugh from me.)
I thought you might be interested in adding your sage advice to the wisdom of those who were there, so I've reproduced some of the questions below. (To truly recreate the atmosphere and give the best advice possible, you may need a couple glasses of wine and something sparkly to wear on your head.)
1.) I really need to make him laugh. What can I do to amuse him?
2.) I really need to cry and it's not his fault. Why should I burden him with my drama?
3.) What came first--the sperm or the egg? And why should I not get to orgasm as much as possible?
4.) I really need to sleep. What can I do so he'll keep his hands to himself?
5.) He thinks I need some time in the corner. What can I do to keep him from getting bored while I'm there?
6.) Do you know how turned on I would be if he ran the vacuum? How can I convince him?
7.) Wine would stain the bed cover. What can I put on my body that he'll lick off?
8.) Some people don't know when to leave after a dinner invitation. What polite thing can I say to make them go away before my bedtime spanking?
8.5) Some people I don't want to leave after dinner. What can I say so they'll stay past my bedtime spanking--without pajamas?
9.) If I don't spank someone I'm going to scream. What can I do to get him to bend over and take it like a big boy?
10.) I'm hormonal and crying at Cheerios commercials. Should I buy a stock of home pregnancy tests yet?
11.) My bottom is bruised and sore. What can I do to get some sympathy around here?
12.) I really want to have sex. What can I do to interest him?
12.5.) I really need a spanking. What can I do to interest him?
Any and all answers are welcome, but especially funny ones!
I am truly not a shower-games kind of girl, but sparkle planned two fun games and came prepared with prizes for the winners. She also had a tiara for me that is VERY sparkly and says Bachelorette on it and a magic wand with a double sided star for bopping people; one side says Good Girl and the other says Bad Girl. Very fun.
One of the games she made up involved a series of 3x5 cards with questions printed on them. Guests at the party were each given three and had to write answers/advice designed to be thought- and laughter-provoking. (In a future post I may show evidence of the prize given to those who provoked a laugh from me.)
I thought you might be interested in adding your sage advice to the wisdom of those who were there, so I've reproduced some of the questions below. (To truly recreate the atmosphere and give the best advice possible, you may need a couple glasses of wine and something sparkly to wear on your head.)
1.) I really need to make him laugh. What can I do to amuse him?
2.) I really need to cry and it's not his fault. Why should I burden him with my drama?
3.) What came first--the sperm or the egg? And why should I not get to orgasm as much as possible?
4.) I really need to sleep. What can I do so he'll keep his hands to himself?
5.) He thinks I need some time in the corner. What can I do to keep him from getting bored while I'm there?
6.) Do you know how turned on I would be if he ran the vacuum? How can I convince him?
7.) Wine would stain the bed cover. What can I put on my body that he'll lick off?
8.) Some people don't know when to leave after a dinner invitation. What polite thing can I say to make them go away before my bedtime spanking?
8.5) Some people I don't want to leave after dinner. What can I say so they'll stay past my bedtime spanking--without pajamas?
9.) If I don't spank someone I'm going to scream. What can I do to get him to bend over and take it like a big boy?
10.) I'm hormonal and crying at Cheerios commercials. Should I buy a stock of home pregnancy tests yet?
11.) My bottom is bruised and sore. What can I do to get some sympathy around here?
12.) I really want to have sex. What can I do to interest him?
12.5.) I really need a spanking. What can I do to interest him?
Any and all answers are welcome, but especially funny ones!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
SL08: Shower Teaser
I don't have time to write a full or proper post tonight. Work is hell lately and my soon-to-be-in-laws returned from six weeks in Africa to have dinner and spend the night tonight. M is already in bed (at 9:30 and before me, for possibly the first time in our entire relationship) and I am following him. Still, I thought you'd like to see the top I wore on Sunday for the shower that sparkle organized for me. Fitting, don't you think?
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
SL08: Calibration
A mini-story from the party this weekend:
On Saturday afternoon, we were lounging in Pablo and Mija's room with Chris, sparkle, and Bridget. I was lying face down on a bed and M was sort-of spanking me. By "sort-of spanking me," I mean, "we were all talking and he was hitting me with a cane (lightly) and a strap, though it didn't interrupt the conversation at all."
At some point in the afternoon I made a comment about how I'd never actually been slippered, but was curious. Pablo sighed, stood up, crossed the room to the bedside dresser, and pulled out a slipper, noting that I "really shouldn't make comments like that." (Grin.) I invited him to try it on me.
He hesitated.
"I don't know that I'm really calibrated for you," he said.
It took me a moment to realize what he meant.
I have noted, here and elsewhere, that I have an extremely high pain tolerance, particularly if I'm in the right mood. And I am not particularly vocal during a spanking. I'm not sure if this is natural, prideful, or a function of living in apartments and other close quarters. Whatever the reason, I don't tend to squeal or yelp or cry out much, even when the sensation is intense.
My dear friends sparkle, Mija, and Bridget, on the other hand, are squealers, yelpers, and criers out. Emphatically so.
I bent over and put my elbows on the bed. Paul took aim and whacked my jeans-covered bottom with the slipper. I took a sharp breath. He whacked me again, on the other cheek. I exhaled sharply. Someone in the room said, "Did you even feel those?" M said, "Oh, she felt that alright."
See, M is calibrated to my responses.* He could read my body language and breath from all the way across the room. As he said later, "That slippering made you hurt more than anything I've seen in a long time. It really made you have to hold on, didn't it?"
Um, yeah. A lot.
All in all, Pablo probably gave me 10-15 swats (M's estimate--I can't remember the count). And I really did have to hold on. Even though it was not a punishment, even though my bottom was protected through thick denim. It hurt and burned sharply, but I didn't say much beyond, "ooh" and "ow." I winced a bit but didn't claw at the air or stand up.
And according to most of the observers in the room, I must be some kind of freak.** ;-)
*I promise to try to persuade him to write a post about my reactions someday.
**Still, I'm not keen on being slippered again anytime soon, particularly for punishment.
On Saturday afternoon, we were lounging in Pablo and Mija's room with Chris, sparkle, and Bridget. I was lying face down on a bed and M was sort-of spanking me. By "sort-of spanking me," I mean, "we were all talking and he was hitting me with a cane (lightly) and a strap, though it didn't interrupt the conversation at all."
At some point in the afternoon I made a comment about how I'd never actually been slippered, but was curious. Pablo sighed, stood up, crossed the room to the bedside dresser, and pulled out a slipper, noting that I "really shouldn't make comments like that." (Grin.) I invited him to try it on me.
He hesitated.
"I don't know that I'm really calibrated for you," he said.
It took me a moment to realize what he meant.
I have noted, here and elsewhere, that I have an extremely high pain tolerance, particularly if I'm in the right mood. And I am not particularly vocal during a spanking. I'm not sure if this is natural, prideful, or a function of living in apartments and other close quarters. Whatever the reason, I don't tend to squeal or yelp or cry out much, even when the sensation is intense.
My dear friends sparkle, Mija, and Bridget, on the other hand, are squealers, yelpers, and criers out. Emphatically so.
I bent over and put my elbows on the bed. Paul took aim and whacked my jeans-covered bottom with the slipper. I took a sharp breath. He whacked me again, on the other cheek. I exhaled sharply. Someone in the room said, "Did you even feel those?" M said, "Oh, she felt that alright."
See, M is calibrated to my responses.* He could read my body language and breath from all the way across the room. As he said later, "That slippering made you hurt more than anything I've seen in a long time. It really made you have to hold on, didn't it?"
Um, yeah. A lot.
All in all, Pablo probably gave me 10-15 swats (M's estimate--I can't remember the count). And I really did have to hold on. Even though it was not a punishment, even though my bottom was protected through thick denim. It hurt and burned sharply, but I didn't say much beyond, "ooh" and "ow." I winced a bit but didn't claw at the air or stand up.
And according to most of the observers in the room, I must be some kind of freak.** ;-)
*I promise to try to persuade him to write a post about my reactions someday.
**Still, I'm not keen on being slippered again anytime soon, particularly for punishment.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Shadow Lane 2008
We're back! And, of course, we had a wonderful time. I even managed to get some relaxation and sleeping done, despite frantic calls from work on Saturday morning and the possibility that I might have to fly home early to deal with things.
There will be more posts to come in the days ahead (I promise) with details of the kinky shower sparkle threw for me and other merriment from the weekend.
Now we have to unpack and try to get organized for the week.
There will be more posts to come in the days ahead (I promise) with details of the kinky shower sparkle threw for me and other merriment from the weekend.
Now we have to unpack and try to get organized for the week.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The Fickle Blogger
It would be totally unacceptable for an entire month to go by without a post. So, um, even though it's been a full month since I last posted, I'm going to register at least one post for the month of August.
Sigh.
It's not that life has been hard. Just full.
Full mostly of wedding and work and life. M and I spent one full weekend at a premarital counseling event alternately referred to as "Jesus Camp" (though most of it was truly wonderful). We've been trying to be intentional about spending time with each other, even when I chose to work 12 days in a row and made myself sick, even when work for him is stressful off the charts, even when we're working on getting 70 wedding invitations assembled and mailed on top of the 100 California reception invitations printed and mailed. Yeah, life's been busy.
We've found some time for spanking. I'm really not stressed about the wedding or the preparations--I've chosen Flexibility as a spiritual discipline and I'm not letting myself be overworked about any single wedding issue. Wrong return address on the invitations? Who cares? Too many decisions to fit in a single day? Take one at a time. I'm proud of how I'm handling each individual thing. But the cumulative weight of it all is starting to get to me. (It doesn't help that I'm also trying to compile a voluminous file for professional certification at the same time.) So I've been spanked for general stress levels and for that ultimate sin, Not Taking Care of Myself. Which seems like a highly overrated value right now, if you ask me. But nothing serious.
At this moment, M is in Las Vegas for the Shadow Lane party; I'll follow tomorrow night. M, Chris, sparkle, and I have gotten a suite for this party: a new thing for all of us and something we've wanted to try. Sparkle has something fun planned for Sunday afternoon (I'm sure we'll fill you in upon our return). And I am trying to pack, clean our apartment for unexpected company that will stay here while we're gone, and get in as much relaxing as possible. Shadow Lane is lots of fun and it will be wonderful to see friends, but it's not what I'd call a real vacation. Too much to focus on, too many people around, and too much to do/see.
Friends, forgive me. I'm tired and a bit overwhelmed. I truly am looking forward to the weekend and despite my complaints, I truly am doing well. Life is very, very good. I am deeply in love with the man I am going to marry and I am lucky to be planning our wedding. Hopefully, the next time I post it will be with something interesting and something kinky.
Sigh.
It's not that life has been hard. Just full.
Full mostly of wedding and work and life. M and I spent one full weekend at a premarital counseling event alternately referred to as "Jesus Camp" (though most of it was truly wonderful). We've been trying to be intentional about spending time with each other, even when I chose to work 12 days in a row and made myself sick, even when work for him is stressful off the charts, even when we're working on getting 70 wedding invitations assembled and mailed on top of the 100 California reception invitations printed and mailed. Yeah, life's been busy.
We've found some time for spanking. I'm really not stressed about the wedding or the preparations--I've chosen Flexibility as a spiritual discipline and I'm not letting myself be overworked about any single wedding issue. Wrong return address on the invitations? Who cares? Too many decisions to fit in a single day? Take one at a time. I'm proud of how I'm handling each individual thing. But the cumulative weight of it all is starting to get to me. (It doesn't help that I'm also trying to compile a voluminous file for professional certification at the same time.) So I've been spanked for general stress levels and for that ultimate sin, Not Taking Care of Myself. Which seems like a highly overrated value right now, if you ask me. But nothing serious.
At this moment, M is in Las Vegas for the Shadow Lane party; I'll follow tomorrow night. M, Chris, sparkle, and I have gotten a suite for this party: a new thing for all of us and something we've wanted to try. Sparkle has something fun planned for Sunday afternoon (I'm sure we'll fill you in upon our return). And I am trying to pack, clean our apartment for unexpected company that will stay here while we're gone, and get in as much relaxing as possible. Shadow Lane is lots of fun and it will be wonderful to see friends, but it's not what I'd call a real vacation. Too much to focus on, too many people around, and too much to do/see.
Friends, forgive me. I'm tired and a bit overwhelmed. I truly am looking forward to the weekend and despite my complaints, I truly am doing well. Life is very, very good. I am deeply in love with the man I am going to marry and I am lucky to be planning our wedding. Hopefully, the next time I post it will be with something interesting and something kinky.
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