Wednesday, May 14, 2008
A Real Punishment
I just posted at Punishment Book, so check out the story of my latest spanking over there.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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. :-)
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. :-)
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
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
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
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
De-stressing Spanking #2
Damn.
I can't believe I'm writing another entry so soon.
Seriously.
I'm actually not stressing about the wedding now. It's been fun lately, planning in my head (no concrete decisions yet) and making appointments, but not really doing a whole lot of anything.
My job, on the other hand, is pretty stressful lately. Lots of really tiny, really important details to track and not lose. And while I'm capable of that, I'm really more of a big-picture kind of girl. But it's the deal for now (and the foreseeable future). Which means that I'm stressed at work and taking it out on myself.
And possibly on those around me.
Tonight I got home, tired from the day, with one hand/arm completely full of groceries for our six dinner guests (invited by M), and the other hand loaded with my purse, our mail, and my keys. And couldn't get into the apartment. Even when I kicked and knocked on the door. After dropping the groceries, most of the mail, and my keys, M finally opened the door. I was not pleased.
"Surly" is the word M might have used.
Fast forward past me being annoyed and snapping at M, then trying to make nice while still stressed, then biting his nose (playfully, I swear!), then accidentally boxing his ears (no, really. I genuinely would not do that ever on purpose). Then realizing that I was not being nice and walking back to his office to apologize.
En route, he met me in the hallway, cheerfully accepted my apology, and dragged me into the bedroom. I didn't know what was going on, but didn't protest. He flopped me over his knee, over the bed (we have a tall bed), and I caught sight of the three implements on my vanity. Serious leather straps, all. Um, yikes.
I got scolded. And strapped. Hard. Over my jeans, but still. He said that he knew I was wound up and that I really needed to be spanked. And more than being spanked, I needed to know that I was being spanked, which meant that it actually needed to be louder than sharp. (An unusual occurrence for me.) So I got strapped. Until I settled way the heck down. And then I got snuggled.
And I apologized sincerely for all my behavior.
And I de-stressed.
Sigh. I guess it does work.
I can't believe I'm writing another entry so soon.
Seriously.
I'm actually not stressing about the wedding now. It's been fun lately, planning in my head (no concrete decisions yet) and making appointments, but not really doing a whole lot of anything.
My job, on the other hand, is pretty stressful lately. Lots of really tiny, really important details to track and not lose. And while I'm capable of that, I'm really more of a big-picture kind of girl. But it's the deal for now (and the foreseeable future). Which means that I'm stressed at work and taking it out on myself.
And possibly on those around me.
Tonight I got home, tired from the day, with one hand/arm completely full of groceries for our six dinner guests (invited by M), and the other hand loaded with my purse, our mail, and my keys. And couldn't get into the apartment. Even when I kicked and knocked on the door. After dropping the groceries, most of the mail, and my keys, M finally opened the door. I was not pleased.
"Surly" is the word M might have used.
Fast forward past me being annoyed and snapping at M, then trying to make nice while still stressed, then biting his nose (playfully, I swear!), then accidentally boxing his ears (no, really. I genuinely would not do that ever on purpose). Then realizing that I was not being nice and walking back to his office to apologize.
En route, he met me in the hallway, cheerfully accepted my apology, and dragged me into the bedroom. I didn't know what was going on, but didn't protest. He flopped me over his knee, over the bed (we have a tall bed), and I caught sight of the three implements on my vanity. Serious leather straps, all. Um, yikes.
I got scolded. And strapped. Hard. Over my jeans, but still. He said that he knew I was wound up and that I really needed to be spanked. And more than being spanked, I needed to know that I was being spanked, which meant that it actually needed to be louder than sharp. (An unusual occurrence for me.) So I got strapped. Until I settled way the heck down. And then I got snuggled.
And I apologized sincerely for all my behavior.
And I de-stressed.
Sigh. I guess it does work.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
De-stressing Spanking #1
It may surprise some of you to know this, but I am a fairly intense person. I tend to throw myself into whatever I do with lots of energy, high self-expectations, and a good dash of humor. So it may not surprise some of you to know that I've already had a mini wedding meltdown.
Before I go any farther, I want to state for the record that my entire goal for the wedding and the planning process is that I enjoy myself and everyone around me enjoys themselves too. I've been through and to enough weddings with Bridezillas that I know a lot of things to avoid. I know that things will go wrong. I know that it won't turn out exactly how it is in my head. I also know that no one besides me (and maybe my mom and my sister) will remember the food, the flowers, or my dress. All the details that brides spend so much time planning? They are part of the experience and the event--and that's what guests remember. They remember a happy couple, they remember feeling comfortable and welcomed, and they remember having been a part of the day. So. My plan is to NOT go nuts.
On Monday night, after M proposed (and we called about 40 people), I was tired. Excited, floaty, and tired. So I climbed into bed and couldn't sleep. Not a bit. I wanted to sleep, but it was like I'd had 20 cups of coffee. But that was ok, because Tuesday at work I got to tell a whole other batch of people, so I had more adrenaline to keep me going. Tuesday night: still couldn't sleep. By Wednesday I was starting to feel overwhelmed. I'm planning the wedding in a state 2000 miles away and I've been trying not to overwhelm M with too much weddingness. (He's interested, but only to a point.) I came home around 9 from a dinner, looked at M and a friend of ours sitting in the living room, and said, "If I don't go to bed right now, I'm going to fall apart." So, like a good girl, I went to bed. Stared at the ceiling. Ran through reception site options in my head. Firmly told myself to stop thinking about wedding things. Meditated. Did progressive relaxation. Two and a half hours later, I got up, opened our bedroom door, walked into M's office, and burst into tears. Absolutely lost it. I was so tired, so overwrought, and all I wanted to do was sleep. M was wonderful. Soothing, cooing, snuggling, rubbing--all of his best tricks. (And still we had to resort to sleeping medicine.) And I finally fell asleep, thank God.
However, by last night he was not quite as love-y. We had dinner and then I was on the couch, watching Season Two of my current favorite show in the whole world (don't laugh, it's really good), when he walked up and held out his hand for the remote. I didn't whine, I didn't plead, I didn't look up with Bambi eyes. I just said, "No!" and tried to wrestle it away from him. Which, in retrospect, was perhaps the wrong idea. When he went to the bedroom to get the hairbrush, I darted in the bathroom and closed the door. He waited patiently, but I wasn't coming out. I mean, really! What were my options? Not good. Finally, I heard him call from the bedroom, "Young lady, this clock says 8:15. For every minute you're in there past 8:15, you're getting a huge paddle swat." Crap! Options getting worse by the minute! Literally. I poked my nose out and saw him standing in our bedroom, looking very stern. The moment I put my toe inside the room, he tossed me over his knee on the bed and started spanking, hard. Then he pulled me back upright and dragged me over to the corner: hands behind my back, no touching the wall. Then it was back over his knee for spanking with his hand, the leather paddle (I think), and the horrible ebony hairbrush. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! I was fussing and kicking, but my energy gave out pretty soon. He finished me off with 10 very hard paddle swats, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "If you put one foot out of bed, you'll be back in the corner, then you'll be blistered worse than this with the brush, and then you'll head into the corner again. Got it?"
And then I got put to bed, with a slight interruption for some delightful sex. :-) I slept for 12 hours straight. :-)
Before I go any farther, I want to state for the record that my entire goal for the wedding and the planning process is that I enjoy myself and everyone around me enjoys themselves too. I've been through and to enough weddings with Bridezillas that I know a lot of things to avoid. I know that things will go wrong. I know that it won't turn out exactly how it is in my head. I also know that no one besides me (and maybe my mom and my sister) will remember the food, the flowers, or my dress. All the details that brides spend so much time planning? They are part of the experience and the event--and that's what guests remember. They remember a happy couple, they remember feeling comfortable and welcomed, and they remember having been a part of the day. So. My plan is to NOT go nuts.
On Monday night, after M proposed (and we called about 40 people), I was tired. Excited, floaty, and tired. So I climbed into bed and couldn't sleep. Not a bit. I wanted to sleep, but it was like I'd had 20 cups of coffee. But that was ok, because Tuesday at work I got to tell a whole other batch of people, so I had more adrenaline to keep me going. Tuesday night: still couldn't sleep. By Wednesday I was starting to feel overwhelmed. I'm planning the wedding in a state 2000 miles away and I've been trying not to overwhelm M with too much weddingness. (He's interested, but only to a point.) I came home around 9 from a dinner, looked at M and a friend of ours sitting in the living room, and said, "If I don't go to bed right now, I'm going to fall apart." So, like a good girl, I went to bed. Stared at the ceiling. Ran through reception site options in my head. Firmly told myself to stop thinking about wedding things. Meditated. Did progressive relaxation. Two and a half hours later, I got up, opened our bedroom door, walked into M's office, and burst into tears. Absolutely lost it. I was so tired, so overwrought, and all I wanted to do was sleep. M was wonderful. Soothing, cooing, snuggling, rubbing--all of his best tricks. (And still we had to resort to sleeping medicine.) And I finally fell asleep, thank God.
However, by last night he was not quite as love-y. We had dinner and then I was on the couch, watching Season Two of my current favorite show in the whole world (don't laugh, it's really good), when he walked up and held out his hand for the remote. I didn't whine, I didn't plead, I didn't look up with Bambi eyes. I just said, "No!" and tried to wrestle it away from him. Which, in retrospect, was perhaps the wrong idea. When he went to the bedroom to get the hairbrush, I darted in the bathroom and closed the door. He waited patiently, but I wasn't coming out. I mean, really! What were my options? Not good. Finally, I heard him call from the bedroom, "Young lady, this clock says 8:15. For every minute you're in there past 8:15, you're getting a huge paddle swat." Crap! Options getting worse by the minute! Literally. I poked my nose out and saw him standing in our bedroom, looking very stern. The moment I put my toe inside the room, he tossed me over his knee on the bed and started spanking, hard. Then he pulled me back upright and dragged me over to the corner: hands behind my back, no touching the wall. Then it was back over his knee for spanking with his hand, the leather paddle (I think), and the horrible ebony hairbrush. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! I was fussing and kicking, but my energy gave out pretty soon. He finished me off with 10 very hard paddle swats, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "If you put one foot out of bed, you'll be back in the corner, then you'll be blistered worse than this with the brush, and then you'll head into the corner again. Got it?"
And then I got put to bed, with a slight interruption for some delightful sex. :-) I slept for 12 hours straight. :-)
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
BIG news!
So first, a mea culpa for not posting sooner. A variety of reasons, including me going through my apparently seasonal loss of interest in spanking (seems to be every spring, which is counterintuitive, but that's what it is). Also we've just been really busy. And I'm sorry not to be posting anything long, witty, insightful, or juicy. But here's the news:
M and I are engaged!
Hopefully this will make up for some of my recent absence. And I really will try to be better about posting, even though I'm now planning a wedding. :-)
M and I are engaged!
Hopefully this will make up for some of my recent absence. And I really will try to be better about posting, even though I'm now planning a wedding. :-)
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