Broken

I wish I were writing a post about all my glorious exploits from Shadow Lane and Las Vegas. I wish I had some exploits to write about. But I spent the entire weekend in my hotel room and I didn't play once, not even with M. Not once. And it sucked. I ventured out for the vendors' fair on Friday, the dinner on Saturday, and a lunch on Sunday: about an hour per day. Other than that I was stuck in our room, sick. I am really, really tired of being sick. It's ruining important events and getting in the way of my life, damn it.

I know I'm whining. I know lots of people who wanted to go to Vegas and couldn't go at all. I know lots of people who struggle with chronic illnesses far worse than mine. I am grateful for the loving support of my friends and my wonderful husband. Truly. But it still sucks to feel broken all the time.

The Twilight of my Days

Sorry I've been so quiet lately. I've been struggling with some health things that are screwing up daily life, work, and other plans, so there hasn't been much time for posting. And though you'd *think* that would mean a halt to all things spanking in the house, it's been quite the opposite: M has taken to spanking me daily. I think it's his way of trying to make me feel more secure and loved in the midst of confusion and chaos. Which is a pretty good approach, actually.

But the real topic of this post is Twilight. When I first posted about the Twilight series, I had no idea what I was starting. Do you know that if you Google "Twilight spanking fanfic" that this blog comes up #4? "Edward spanking Bella" earns me #3. And a full third of the people who found me via search terms on the web came through some combination of "Edward," "Bella," "spanking," "Twilight," and "fanfiction."

Which means there is a serious dearth of Twilight fanfiction out there, people! I haven't written any: I've only written about my desire to read some. I shouldn't be famous for this! (No comments about what I *should* be famous for, thank you very much.) Get going!

Choose your own ending

Assuming that my post from last night accurately reflected my feelings and some of what came out of my mouth, which story ending do you think is more plausible?

ENDING 1:

M snapped the laptop lid closed and stared sternly down at Iris. "Bed. Now." He put the laptop on the floor.

She closed her eyes and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

She trudged off to the bathroom and washed her face.

She changed into a nightie and slipped under the sheets.

When M came into the room to tuck her in, they had satisfying and delicious sex.

She drifted off to sleep happily.

ENDING 2

"I SAID, 'I don't want to go to bed!'" she said. "And you're not my boss and you can't make me."

"Careful, little girl," he said, silkily. "I am your boss sometimes. And naughty little girls who don't take care of themselves definitely need bosses."

"Hmph!" She tossed her head and looked away, pouting. "Well, I'm not going to bed."

"Yes, you are."

"Says you."

"And my hairbrush."

"Hmph!"

"If that's the way you want it. OK."

"Hey, wait! Where are you going? No, I'm good, I'm good! I'm going to wash my face right now! Really! Come back!"

A mad scramble toward the bathroom door, interrupted by a determined M with something unpleasantly ebony-like in his hand.

Protests, pleas, and promises.

Deaf ears.

A sound hairbrushing over jeans, one party wordless, the other quite vocal.

A pause.

Sniffle. "I'm sorry."

"Good."

Quiet.

"Can I go to bed now? I'm a good girl."

"Go wash your face."

A brief but productive interlude, wherein a face is washed.

M sitting on the bed, stony-faced.

Iris in a nightie, scooting under the covers.

"I'm sorry I was naughty. I love you."

"I love you too. And now I'm going to spank you."

"What?! But I already got spanked! No!"

"You got spanked for being disobedient and sassy. Now you're getting spanked for not taking care of yourself."

"But, but--"

More damn hairbrush.

And then sex.

**********

So you think you know me, huh?

Well, smarty-pantses, it just so happens that the real ending was #1.

#2 was a fictional foray for your pleasure.

I do not want to go to bed.

I am not tired.

I am not grumpy.

I am not misbehaving.

I do not want to wash my face.

I do not want to put on pajamas.

I do not want to go to bed.

I do NOT want to be hairbrushed.

I SAID...

For Kelly

...because she apparently shares my obsession. This is the best (and only) fanfic I've found.

Incentive

Happy New Year, everyone!

A great one has fallen

I was heartbroken to learn that my dear friend Vince, one of the founders of Chicago Crimson Moon, died last night after suffering a massive heart attack this weekend.

I join many across the country in mourning the loss of this generous, gregarious, wonderful man. He was a gentleman, a joker, and a dyed-in-the-wool spanko. He welcomed many into the spanking world with graciousness and good cheer and he will be remembered with fondness by many.

Love you, Vince.

Fried to a crisp