Wednesday, November 30, 2005

HaloScam Help

Help ! MY little put this HaloScam stuff on here and it's unclear if it's working properly... so here's a screen shot of what the comment pop-up window SHOULD look like... if you're seeing something different... please post a comment (sighs) and let me know... if MY little one posts a comment, I am gonna SKIN HER ALIVE !!

Thanks to all... g

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

beach beach beach... that's all i ever hear

for the beach lovers who need a kick in the butt...

the photo's mine from too long ago...


maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

for whoever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

-- e.e. cummings

Monday, November 28, 2005

(Blah) Monday Morning Funny

A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine."House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa." "Pencil," however, is masculine: "el lapis."

A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?" Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.

The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computer"), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

(No chuckling... this gets better!)

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ("el computer"), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won.

Interesting Quote

Kinda ironic this quote found me today, I didn't find it. It's rather fitting perhaps...

"I have had just about all I can take of myself"

-S.N. Behrman

Sunday, November 27, 2005

A Work In Progress?


It seems that I’ve been bottling my feelings up inside me again. I’m not sure I’m at the point that I can agree with that. Maybe I have and just don’t realize it. This has always been an issue for me. Guy is making me write this because he’s been giving me hard time for the last week or so about not talking about how I’m feeling, trying to take on the world myself and not letting him in on it. I do know I do this. I’ve mentioned before that I’m not much the “talker”. I’ve always, my entire life felt that I can deal with MY problems and feelings as just that, MY problems and feelings. I try to change that, to be more open, but it’s just not an easy thing for me. At times I can express my thoughts and fears and joys, but other times I just want them to stay just where they’re at, with ME. To me, that’s just where they belong. Now, I know when you have a mate, that’s not right. That’s why I’m trying to change that. I WANT to be able to share everything I feel with him. Well, part of me does anyway, the logical side of me. He says I’m a wounded soul. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.

Whenever I’ve went too long without opening up to him, there is only one solution; being over his knee, being soundly but lovingly spanked. Maybe blistered is a better word for it, seeing how stubborn I am. Some of the worst spankings I’ve received from him have been for not sharing with him. It’s my biggest rule, and one he takes VERY seriously. It’s the first thing we talked about the first time he ever spanked me.

With that being said, according to him I have one hell of a blistering coming my way. I don’t look forward to these. For one reason, they hurt like HELL. Another reason is, there is SO much emotion involved. Sure, afterwards I’m happy as can be that it happened. Only then do I know it’s what I needed. I feel so much closer to him; I’m easily able to open my WHOLE self up to him, to express every thought, fear and joy that has been buried so deep down in. Once again, all feels right with the world, or at least between us anyway.

I know I need to learn to reach out more to HIM. Old habits die hard I suppose. I wonder if, in this sense, I will always be a work in progress. Does it ever get easier? I trust him with everything I am, there’s no doubt about that. I can honestly say that it’s not a trust issue. He means the world to me. He is my life. He knows me better than anyone has ever known me my whole life. So why don’t I open up to him... reach out to him... lean on him more? I wish I had the answers. The only answer I have is... I’m me, in all my complexity.

He’s pretty fed up with me in that sense at the moment and I know what kind of spanking I have coming. It will be a long, hard, emotion-releasing spanking to beat all spankings. He won’t stop when I beg him to stop, pleading that I’ve had enough. He will only stop when he KNOWS what he’s done has accomplished the goal he had in mind. He’ll stop when I’m laying limp over his lap, reduced to a puddle of tears, ready to pour my WHOLE heart out to him. He’ll then gently wipe my tears away and hold onto me tightly. He’ll reassure me that my heart is safe with him, and not only is it OK to lean on him, to reach out to him, to open my heart to him, but it’s what’s expected. It’s what’s good and right. He will teach me that is the only way a relationship can survive. Will I always be a work in progress?

Saturday, November 26, 2005


I've added Haloscan comments here, so if anyone experiences any problems I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know. Thanks guys. :) Have a wonderful weekend.

Peace and Happiness Be With You and Yours

I just want to say to all of you that celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you had a wonderful one with friends and family. All my blog friends were in my thoughts and prayers. May peace be with you all during this season.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

in the dark

real snow
in the real dark

bitter cold


broken heart

Michael & Lynn - Part 3

The third and final chapter of Guy's Michael & Lynn story. I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did. Thank you again hon, for writing it for me and letting me share it with the blog world. I love you!! Now, when do I get another story?? Hmmmmmmm??? *grinning*

Lynn woke suddenly in the night. She felt Michael’s loving arm around her and was so warm. She breathed deeply and quietly and let the awareness of being awake wash over her. She took stock of her body and her surroundings and felt something missing in the night. What a long night it had been. Michael had spanked her hard twice last night, with the promise of more, but she wound up with a wondrous reprieve instead. After all the fuss she’d caused last night, he had rubbed her tender bottom and massaged and stroked and held her until she found peace. Somehow he knew what she needed. If he were awake this minute would he know?

Lynn stirred gently and pressed her bottom back against Michael, cuddling and still feeling warm and just a little sore. She thought quietly to herself wondering why in heavens name she was awake at three in the morning wanting only to feel his hands on her body; wanting to feel her bottom sting again and his kisses so deep. Should she wake him? If she did at this hour there was little doubt she’d be feeling the fire she needed soon enough. It wasn’t all that often she woke like this, and she mused silently about how their love was so wonderful. They were just so in tune she thought, and whether it was for her often needed discipline or just for the sake of their mutual passion and need, she was so keenly aware of how he filled her heart and she filled him.

As if in a dream she reached back and felt her bottom under the soft cotton of her panties. Oh yes, still a little warm back there, she thought, he spanked me well. She rubbed herself gently; wanting Michael’s hands so badly now instead. She kneaded her bottom and felt the desire welling-up as she slid her fingers to more intimate places. She stirred more urgently now. God she was wet and there was no turning this off now. She thought for a moment more, and without hesitating any longer she gently nudged Michael in the chest with her elbow. He stirred only a little, and she did it again. Again not much reaction; he was sleeping soundly and she cringed as she poked him really hard. She felt him stiffen this time, and in a sleepy surprised rumble she heard him say, “What the”? She rolled over quickly to face him and threw her arms around him. Squeezing him hard and looking into his half-awake wide-eyed stare, she planted a long deep kiss on his mouth.

He was stunned of course, but he kissed her back and instinctively returned her embrace. She held him close and reached up with both hands to touch his face. She kissed him again and allowed him to gain some consciousness. Groggily he rubbed his chest and reached up and took her hands in his. Wakening quickly now, he looked at her intently for a long moment. In the instant of realization he knew, and finally he said in a stern deep sleep voice, “What in heavens is this all about young lady”? Lynn sighed deeply and kissed him again long and deep. Backing away gently Michael sat up in bed pulling her with him. He pulled her around in front of him and they sat cross-legged face to face quietly for a few minutes while the last of the sleep left him. He was awake now she thought. Uh-oh; what have I done now.

Fully alert now, Michael looked over at the night stand with the hairbrush right where he had left it and saw their clock. He reached out and held her hands tenderly. And leaning forward and kissing her, he wrapped his arms fully around her. Rumbling quietly in her ear he said, “What in goodness sake are you doing little girl, its three o’clock in the morning”. Lynn pulled herself closer to him and whispered back, “I just needed a hug, that’s all you big grump”. “At three AM little girl”? He inquired testily. “Well sure”, Lynn giggled as she poked him gently in the ribs again. Michael gave her a mock wince, and smiled playfully, “Well you’re going to get a whole lot more than just a hug there missy”. And without hesitation he picked her up right out of the middle of the bed and shifting quickly to the edge, pulled her gently over his knee.

Michael reached over and turned on the room lights. As his hand rested firmly on her panty covered bottom, Lynn was already squirming at his touch. He pinched her bottom hard down low and she squealed loudly. “You would think a girl would know better than to poke her man in the chest at three AM. I think what you really need is a good hard spanking”. Lynn wriggled her bottom enticingly under his touch, and looked back at him with that look in her eyes. Rubbing her bottom firmly Michael just enjoyed touching her so much. Her body and her behind were perfect of course, and he wasn’t surprised to find his breath quickening at just the sight of her. He rubbed her harder and felt her tense as he raised his hand high. Ten hard spanks landed in quick succession and a moan rose from deep within Lynn’s chest. “You wont be needing these for a while young lady”, Michael spoke softly as he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and stripped them down and off.

Lynn felt the warmth already building in her bottom as the cool air rushed over her bare behind. She moaned again as he squeezed and rubbed her hard and pulled her legs apart. She was so aroused and felt his hardness growing against her belly. The feelings were so powerful within her, and she heard him sigh deeply as the spanks started raining down in earnest now. He spanked her slowly and deliberately, covering her entire bottom with swat after swat. She wantonly pushed her open and vulnerable bottom up to meet his hand coming down, and he responded by focusing the hard spanks down low right in the middle of her rear. Every single swat was like electricity shooting through her and she ground herself hard into him. Sensing this, Michael spanked her soft inner thighs, pulling her legs further apart and exposing her even more. Lynn moaned loudly as he stopped the burning smacks and kneaded her burning bottom with his left hand. Michael slipped his right hand to her wetness, and she heard him groan with desire, knowing just how much he was affected by her arousal. Stroking her gently there he leaned over and whispered huskily in her ear, “You make a deep deep fire in me too sexy girl”.

Exposing Lynn even more now, Michael picked up the spanking once again; starting just above her knees and peppering every inch of Lynn’s soft thighs and bottom hard. She squirmed mightily over his knee, wanting the stinging and burning to stop but wanting more too. As the fire burned hotter and hotter, once again she raised her bottom up to each and every spank. Nearly out of control now, she twisted hard and almost crying called out, “Please”. Michael pushed her gently off his knee and onto her belly on the bed. He followed her closely, hotly breathing on her neck, biting her gently, and rubbing her sore hot bottom furiously. She pushed herself back against his hardness and felt him kissing her shoulders and back and touching her everywhere at once it seemed. Michael moved lower and kissed her red stinging bottom over and over. He rubbed her backside gently and Lynn gasped as she felt his tongue probe deeply between her cheeks. Michael kissed and tasted her tender bottom forever it seemed as Lynn’s breathing quickened and she rapidly approached the height of her excitement. Sensing her desire Michael rolled her gently onto her back and spreading her legs open wide, kissed and teased every inch of her inner thighs. He put both hands under her backside and squeezed hard as he kissed her sweet wetness and drank her in completely. He hummed and kissed and licked and squeezed again forever it seemed as the waves of such pleasure and release broke powerfully over her entire body.

Michael continued to kiss her very very gently still until he felt the calm relaxation take her. He pulled himself up beside her and drawing her close, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her burning bottom once more. They lay there together for a long time and he nuzzled and kissed the hollow of her neck as he held her tenderly in the now early morning light. Lynn dozed off into a contented sleep as Michael thought to himself quietly, how much he loved and adored her; how she completed him in every way; how much he needed and wanted her always and forever. And he thought devilishly, I think I’ll wake her up tomorrow night.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Ya Think Again ???

when you see THIS cloud formation on your way to work, turn right around and blister your little girl's behind...

Ya THINK????

When you see this cloud formation on your way to work, turn around, go back home, and climb back in bed. " YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!
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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Michael & Lynn - Part 2

Edit - When I posted this I forgot to add that this is Part 2 of Guy's Michael & Lynn story. Didn't want to get wrong due credit. :) I only WISH I could write like him!! :)

It didn’t take Lynn and Michael long to get back from the restaurant. The drive was silent all the way. Michael seemed to be brooding and Lynn just sighed and moved from one position after another trying to find a comfortable way to sit. She couldn’t of course, because her bottom was still so sore from getting two very hard spankings in the last few hours. She gave up finally, resigning herself to the uncomfortable fire that was still burning hot, and sat quietly for the remainder of the drive.

She couldn’t get the whole embarrassing evening out of her mind, and the condition of her bottom was a constant reminder. First a spanking at home, and then rising to that awful Beth’s bait, and getting a second blistering in the restaurant ladies room. She just knew the place would be buzzing about what had happened. At least that darned Beth got hers too, she thought, cringing as she recalled the sight of them watching each other in the mirror while the sound of all that bare bottom smacking rang out so loud in their ears. And well, she thought, I won’t be having dinner there ever again. I won’t be able to even get near the place with out blushing. She sighed again. She couldn’t stop thinking about what was yet to come either. Michael had promised her that the first spanking was just a warm-up, and he was usually good to his word when it came to tanning her behind. So she fretted in silence as they rounded the corner and neared home.

Michael in the meantime was thinking too. He was still quite upset with Lynn’s behavior. Dinner had been much less than what he hoped for, and Roger shouldn’t be letting Beth drink so much. He sure hoped that brat would get another good spanking tonight. One she would remember for a long time. He thought of poor Lynn too. After spanking her twice this evening already, he was sure she deserved another blistering, but he just couldn’t decide on what to do. Her torments broke his heart. They both knew it, and it had to be eating her up just as much as it was him. As much as she needed and deserved a good spanking sometimes, and as much as he knew it had to be done, punishing her was always so hard for him. He loved her so very much. He knew, as did she, that spanking was right for them in every way. But it was so very hard for her too. She needed spankings, he understood, whether for punishment or just for their own sake, or even just for being playful. It freed her heart and eased her soul. It brought balance and peace and lasting love. It did the same for him, of course. And never in his life had he loved so deeply and so much. Never in his life was he more devoted. She was everything to him. Tonight he just didn’t know what to do with her.

A few moments later, as he turned into the driveway, Michael seemed to resolve the conflict. He sighed in relief, as he opened the car door for her and escorted her slowly inside their home. He hadn’t spoken to her the entire way back, but he did immediately upon locking the front door behind them. Very gently he said, “Lynn, please use the little girls room, strip to your panties, and meet me in the living room in a few minutes. I will be waiting for you”. She looked at him with pleading eyes, but her bottom still burned, and she scurried off in no mood to be indignant or argue. As he waited patiently, Michael adjusted the coffee table in front of the sofa into the position he wanted and placed a soft pillow there for her.

A few minutes later, Lynn shuffled slowly into the room with her head downcast and wearing only her panties as instructed. Michael was pleased that she’d chosen to obey him. She had to be pretty focused on her behavior by now he thought. As she neared him and he looked at her, he was stricken deeply once again with her beauty. He always was of course. As much as there was spanking and discipline in their lives, there was deep passion and desire and sensual love too. She thrilled him and aroused him in every possible way. He couldn’t ever think of her or touch her or look at her without wanting her. He loved her so equally much for that as well. And while there was much yet to be attended to here and now, making sweet sweet love to her was always on his mind too.

He rose to greet her as she approached and gently seated her on the pillow he had placed on the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa directly in front of her and reached over and took her hands in his. She couldn’t raise her head to look into his eyes, and after a moment, he reached gently to lift her chin. Lynn balked at that, but Michael was tenderly persistent and finally had her looking at him the way he wanted. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he very softly said, “You and I are going to have a long talk little one. I know your bottom’s still smarting. And well it should be, the way you behaved this evening. That little show at Vic’s is over and done. We have to talk about truth young lady.” Lynn tried to hide her eyes once more, but Michael lifted her chin again. “Well the first thing we’re going to talk about is you looking at me when I’m talking to you”, he said quietly. Looking into her eyes with great intensity he asked her softly, “Do you know that it’s OK and good to look at me and to open up your heart little one? Do you know how much I love you and how you mean the whole world to me”? The eye contact unbroken, Lynn just sighed deeply and nodded.

He went on gently, “Do you know that the truth between us is something we need? Don’t you know that I will love you no matter what you might have ever done, no matter what you might ever think or ever say or ever do?” Michael continued with his probing questions, knowing she already knew the answers. And as the gentle scolding began to sink in, Lynn’s heart raced, and her breathing quickened. Looking at him and listening, she was still in her world, not in his. Michael knew.

Lynn could feel how deeply he loved her, and she felt so terrible about lying and keeping things from him. She wanted him to understand how she loved him too, but it was so very hard to put so much heartbreak behind her. How did a person learn to trust again after all she’d been through? She felt her heart so full of love. But all that tenderness had to be defended from the ones who claimed they cared and didn’t; from all the predators, real and abstract that had wounded her so deeply. And why this all was burning in her now, she couldn’t seem to understand. Was a tiny lie really so bad? Or was it just that she longed so much to free her soul. She searched her heart and found the answer that was always there. And she knew what Michael would say; was saying now in fact so gently, as if he was reading her mind. “It’s not the lie my little one. It’s the sadness and the fear that hurts us right from the start. There’s a time to be strong and a time to be free. Keeping it all inside just lets it grow bitter and even more painful. My love for you goes far beyond all that and so much more, my love”. As the calming love in his words burned into her heart, and without any warning from within, Lynn found herself sobbing uncontrollably, as she heard him say, “Stand up little one”. Clutching at him desperately she cried wildly, “Oh Michael, I’m so sorry”.

Helping her up, he held her close and whispered tenderly in her ear, “I know you are my love, and everything is going to be alright”. He led her gently into the bedroom and sat down on the warm comforter. As she stood crying, he turned her so she faced away from him. He stroked her back gently and kissed her tenderly just above the waistline of her panties. And finally with both hands beneath the elastic, and squeezing her still warm bottom gently, he lowered Lynn’s panties slowly all the way down and off. Turning her once again to face him, and without another word, he pulled her tenderly over his knee. She didn’t resist, and as he rested his hand firmly on her bottom, Lynn just sighed and cried. “Please”, she seemed to plead. She felt him reach over her to the nightstand and readied herself for the hairbrush she’d spotted there. Crying still, she blocked everything out of her mind and tried to look back at him but couldn’t. She gasped as she felt his hand leave her. She stiffened and cried even louder, but then felt a cool soothing sensation instead of a blistering smack. Michael was rubbing lotion into her sore behind.

Oh God, her heart wailed; how did he know I really needed that instead? She sobbed even harder now; letting it all pour out as Michael worked the lotion deeply into her skin. Onto her back and into the soft skin of her inner thighs, he massaged and rubbed and stroked her skin for what seemed like hours. Lynn cried and cried. Michael comforted her. He pulled her close, embracing her over his knee. Kissing her so tenderly, he stroked her hair and touched her cheek. He sang softly to her and told her what a blessed gift she was. She finally understood, as her heart emptied out the pain, and the peace of his love washed over her. Lynn came to a new resolve to trust and truth and love.

Blog Withdrawals

No, I wasn't being rude... HONEST. My TV & internet cable went down. I thought I was going to DIE!!! LOL!! Damn, it sucks to have an addiction.

The first hour I still had hope it would be on soon. I just kept thinking to myself... My cable's never been out long at all before. It'll be back soon. There was just that little feeling in my stomach at that point.

The second hour... OK, this isn't good!

The third hour... The beads of sweat are forming on my brow.

The fourth hour... OK, don't these people KNOW that I have blogs to read!!

The fifth hour... Strong, early onset withdrawals... I'm sweating, my tummy is flip flopping, I'm shaking...

THE SECOND DAY... laying in a trembling heap on the floor. I'm done... I'm going to DIE. I just know it!!

*LAUGHING* OK, so now I know I'm addicted!! SO WHAT OF IT!!!! Go ahead, laugh at me if you must!! *grin*

I'm SLOWLY catching up with my reading and commenting. What to do, what to do!! ;)

Part two of Michael & Lynn will be posted soon. I hope y'all enjoyed my sweety's writing. He needs ENCOURAGEMENT to write more people!!! If I ask him to, he turns it on ME to write... so help me out people!! I'm begging you!!! *grin* HE'S a FAR better writer than me!!!!!

Friday, November 18, 2005

a leaf falls... loneliness

in his wonderfully cryptic and lyrical way... e. e. cummings wrote...



- e.e. cummings

Michael & Lynn - Part 1

Well the brat's off-line with broad-band trouble, but she wanted to post this "little one" inspired fiction I wrote some time ago... it's in three parts... more to come... bon appetit...

The band hadn’t started yet, and there they were, sitting together again at dinner with their friends. Oh how he loved her. There was no question about that, and she loved him. They were so close and so in tune in every way it seemed. They were smart and sensitive, sensual, and caring. You could see it in the way they looked at each other. Always holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes. And they had been together for a long time, so it wasn’t something new. They dined here often, and everyone could see it. They just glowed, and all the regulars here enjoyed watching them together.

Lynn was especially aglow tonight it seemed. Dressed in a modestly short black skirt and a silky camisole top, there was a distinct blush in her beautiful cheeks. And though she looked fine, Roger and Beth, and everyone else couldn’t help notice her shifting from side to side on the hard bench seat. It was as if she was anticipating something special. Their friends suspected of course, but what no one else knew, was that Lynn’s tender bottom was quite sore. Only a short time ago, she had received what he told her was just the “first part” of the spanking of her life. A spanking she deserved, of course, she grudgingly admitted now, but she still wasn’t able to get how bad she’d been out of her mind. And she couldn’t believe she was still feeling indignant after the “warm up” she just received. She wondered too, desperately wondered, what the rest of the evening held in store for her already stinging bottom.

Michael sat there stoically watching her fidget, holding her hand and looking at her. He was upset and she knew it. She had lied to him again. It was something she hadn’t done in a very long time, and he couldn’t imagine what she’d been thinking. He thought they’d overcome that long ago. But every now and then, the lesson had to be relearned. When they first met, she often lied, and she was a notorious brat with a reputation for getting herself and her friends in trouble. Michael changed all that in a hurry though. At first she frequently found herself in the corner with a seriously red bottom, but with loving and thoughtful discipline over his knee Lynn had become his wondrous love. Spankings now were an every day part of their life. So very often just for the sake of love and intimacy, but she still needed guidance and direction too. Tonight the “direction” was set.

They were getting ready to go out for dinner when she came to him and admitted what had happened. Near tears, she had a very hard time getting it out. Sitting on the bed, he calmly listened to the whole story. He knew she kept things from him. Even after being together for so long. He didn’t understand why, of course, because they always came out in the end, and there was nothing he didn’t love about her. But he conceded her need to make up her own mind when it was time to come clean. He respected and loved her enough to know how hard it was for her to let things go. He knew she needed patience and tenderness, just as much as she needed spanked.

There was little time before their dinner reservation, so he was direct. “Come here young lady”, he said sternly. She walked toward him slowly in her pouting way, and as she neared, he just reached out and pulled her quickly over his knee. He lifted her skirt up over her bottom and pulled her panties straight down to mid-thigh. He rested his hand firmly on her bottom, squeezed hard, and asked, “Are you allowed to lie to me young lady”? No answer. Ten hard smacks to her bottom and he repeated the question. This time he heard a timid “no”, to which he replied, “You’re so right about that Missy, and if we didn’t have reservations in half an hour, this would be one devil of a spanking right now little girl”. “This is just your wake-up call”. And with that, he spanked her bare bottom hard for a full ten minutes without saying another word or stopping even once. Kicking and wailing like crazy now, Michael stopped and sat her up abruptly. Still defiant, he could see, he glared at her and said, “Get ready; we’re not going to be late again”! When she didn’t move quickly enough, he stood her up, swatted her very hard again and said raising his voice only slightly, “NOW”.

The short drive to the restaurant was quiet. Lynn was musing over what might be coming later on, and Michael was obviously still unhappy with her behavior. On arrival they met Beth and Roger at the bar and claimed their reservation. And here they were now, Lynn squirming uncomfortably, trying to hide it, Michael looking at her intently, and Roger and Beth casually looking over the menu. Beth had been drinking some it seemed. “May I have a drink”, Lynn asked. Michael just shook his head no, and Lynn started to pout but thought better of it. It didn’t take Beth long to figure things out. She looked at Lynn and piped up in a childish sing-song taunt, “Somebody’s in trouble and I know who it is. What did you do this time smarty-pants”? Blushing deeply, Lynn looked at her and just glared. Michael looked at Roger as if to say, tell that brat to mind her own business. Roger understood immediately and leaned over and whispered something quietly in Beth’s ear. Michael held Lynn’s hand tighter, hoping dearly that this wasn’t going to get out of hand. A few minutes went by quietly. The waiter arrived and they all ordered. There was little conversation, and Lynn finally nudged Michael and said she had to use the ladies room. He stood and helped her up, and Beth chimed in, “I’ll go with you”.

In the nicely appointed and spacious ladies room, Beth started right away. “You got a spanking before coming over here, didn’t you”, she asked? Lynn blushed again and just sighed. “Let me see how red”, Beth said boldly. Lynn shook her head furiously, but Beth persisted, “What in heavens name did you do now you big brat, let me see that fanny of yours.” Lynn diverted her with the truth. “I lied to him, and he’s really going to blister my behind after dinner”, she said quietly. Beth appeared shocked. “Wow”, she said, “Roger takes the belt to my backside when I do that. I don’t envy you kid”. Lynn cringed and said, “Well Michael won’t use the belt, and I’m already stinging like a bees nest landed back there. I have a feeling I won’t be sitting so well for a few days”. Curiously, Beth nodded and asked, “He doesn’t use the belt; why not”? Lynn gave her a determined look and said, “It’s a long story, so you just mind your own business you instigator! And ease up, will you, I’m in enough trouble already.” Beth took the hint and they washed up and returned to their table.

The band was playing now and though it wasn’t crowded, the place was getting loud. Beth had another drink, and then another as they finished their dinners without much conversation. When it came time for desert, Beth ordered yet another drink. The rest passed on anything more and made small talk while they listened to the entertainment. As the waiter served coffee, Beth, now obviously having had too much to drink, suddenly looked at Lynn and said with obvious delight, “Liar liar pants on fire”. Lynn glared at her, and Beth squealed loudly as Lynn kicked her hard under the table. “I asked you to stop it”, Lynn almost yelled. “Oh Yeah”, Beth countered girlishly. “Yeah”, Lynn responded, as she kicked Beth again. “Well you are, so there”, Beth almost hollered. Roger and Michael looked on for a moment while the exchange escalated. As the two girls adolescently tormented each other, it became obvious the night was lost. Michael gently squeezed Lynn’s knee and asked her quietly to settle down. Roger did much the same with Beth, but there was no stopping them now it seemed. Beth was intoxicated, and Lynn was furious. Michael leaned over and spoke firmly in Lynn’s ear, “Settle down now young lady or we’ll deal with this right here and right now”! Her anger and embarrassment momentarily redirected, Lynn looked at him stunned and said, “You wouldn’t dare”. With that challenge, Michael stood up and grasped Lynn by the wrist. Pulling her gently but firmly from the booth, he said, “You’re coming with me little girl”. Lynn didn’t struggle, and Michael looked at Roger and sighed deeply. Roger didn’t hesitate one bit, and there was Beth standing too. Their waiter noticed the quiet commotion and with Lynn still firmly but gently in his grasp, Michael motioned him over. He handed the waiter a twenty dollar bill and told him to have the band play loud. Together, he and Roger quietly ushered Lynn and Beth back to the restrooms.

Inside the ladies room, Roger checked to see no one else was there, and quietly locked the door. Both men pulled their ladies over to the wash basin area and Michael leaned back and stood a shocked Lynn in front of him, her eyes downcast. The scolding began in earnest now. “What in the devil is the matter with you two”, Michael asked sternly, “I knew the two of you were horrible little brats when you were alone together, but this is too much! You can’t even behave yourselves while we’re all together any more. Do you really think you can get away with this”? Roger chimed in and scolded Beth too, much the same, and in her state, she just smarted off. “Enough of this foolishness. Thank you for ruining a perfectly pleasant evening you two”, he said, “You are going to get it right now”!

With that, Michael and Roger stood up and pulled Lynn and Beth over the counter top. Skirts were raised and their panties pulled down quickly as Lynn and Beth just looked at each other in the mirror. Lynn had such a forlorn look on her face, and Beth, obviously having had one too many drinks just sported an obnoxious smile. Lynn was mortified, bent over like this with her bare bottom on display and having to look at Beth in the same condition. Still red and sore, she shifted her feet, and silently cursed Beth for getting her in even more trouble. Michael listened for the band and heard it was loud enough to mask what was going to happen next. Holding her around the waist, he landed the first hard smack on Lynn’s already sore behind. She gasped and struggled, but he held her tight. Roger quickly followed suit. Soon, smack after smack after smack rang loudly as Michael and Roger mercilessly peppered their bare bottoms hard. Scolding all the while, they landed spank after spank as the girls grimaced and stared at each other in the mirror. As swat after swat landed on Lynn’s sore behind, she couldn’t remember when she had been more embarrassed. God, she thought, how could I let Beth get to me like this again and again? And Lord in heaven, she thought, what if everyone can hear us getting spanked like little girls.
Well it seemed like forever to Lynn as the spanks rained down hard and the sting burned so hot. Her face got red. Her nose ran and tears welled up and overflowed as Michael relentlessly spanked all over her bottom and upper thighs. Resigned to her fate and knowing she deserved even more, Lynn burst into tears and just went limp. Michael sensed this immediately and stopped the spanking. He stood her up, pulled up her panties roughly and adjusted her skirt. He held Lynn close and wiped her tears gently, as Roger continued spanking poor Beth’s backside. Lynn cringed with every ringing smack, thanking heaven that this ordeal was over for her. Roger seemed to be spanking even harder now, and at last Beth was crying too. After a few more spanks, he seemed satisfied that Beth had learned a good lesson and the stunned Beth’s panties were quickly raised too.

As both girls slowly regained their composure, the awareness flooded over Lynn and Beth once again that they had to go back into the dining room. Blushing and apologetic, they begged to head straight for the cars. Michael and Roger thought for a moment and agreed the girls had been embarrassed enough for now. As they left the ladies room, however, two couples were standing there in anxious amazement. Lynn and Beth hung their heads and brushed by them in hurried shame. “Wait for us at the door”, Michael said as the girls rushed fretfully to the lobby. He and Roger quietly walked back to the table, apologized to the waiter for all the fuss, paid the tab and met the girls back at the entrance door.

As they walked to the car together, Michael held her hand and calmly scolding once again said to Lynn, “I don’t know what got into you tonight little girl, and I’m so sad you had to get a spanking like that. But don’t you think I won’t do it again, if you behave like that in public again. And don’t you think for a minute that this night is over yet. And don’t you think for a minute that you haven’t earned every single blistering swat”. As they drove home in silence, Lynn wondered at how much he loved her. She wondered too how he knew her and understood her and knew what she needed. How he cared so much for her, and how she loved him too. Shifting her weight, she winced in the seat thinking that Beth was in for a much longer evening too. And she felt peaceful inside, knowing she still had so much to share.

Gotta Love These Quizzes

Thank you shyanne and searabbit for this cute little quiz.
Alice Result

Which DISNEY character are you most like?
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Thursday, November 17, 2005

This One Is "Storm" Inspired

I was on Storm Rider's blog this morning and I'll be damned if he didn't inspire me. I'll get ya for that Storm. *grin*

He was asking what our favorite implements are. As said in his comments to his question, I would think that it would have to depend on what the spanking was for. That's how it is for me, and also depends on my mood. As I said in my comment to him, when I'm wanting that close, intimate contact with Guy, nothing beats just being over his knee, him rubbing my bottom softly at first. Then to feel his hand leave my bottom, not knowing what is going to come next. If he's going to bring his hand gently back down or if it will be with a resounding smack.

If I'm just in an all cuddly mood, I like the gentle rubbing of my behind followed by gentle pats, followed by more gentle rubbing, followed by firmer pats, steadily increasing firmness in the rubbing and the pats until there is a nice sting and healthy glow built. Nothing else in the world seems to matter when I'm over his knee. There is a time and a place for the mild spankings, and I love them. I just love the feel of his hands on my body... period. It's electric and soothing at the same time. He has this special way that he ever so gently rubs the back of his hand across my face that just makes me melt. The look in his eyes while he's doing this is indescribable; the tenderness but yet the intenseness of the love that is between WE. There is such a fine line between that intense look of love and the intense, stern look in his eyes when he's unhappy with my actions.

We have several implements in our collection. Several of which I thoroughly detest. The CB paddle tops that list. Now if any of you recall our pics of "
Fred & Ginger" you'll remember just how nasty looking those things are as well. I've never received true punishment with those yet, but I have gotten several whacks from each, and lemme tell ya, they are right up there with the CB Paddle. I cringe just thinking about all three of them. I DO NOT, and yes I will repeat, DO NOT want punished with those things. He knows this. I hate that he knows

Then there is this fly swatter him and I picked up from Bed Bath & Beyond. It has NOTHING to do with flies, I assure you. It creates this constant, most intense burn that I've EVER felt, with very little effort from the spanker, and it leaves little tiny marks all over the behind! It has me trying to wiggle away from him within seconds!

Well, that's a tiny peek into my head and into our "arsenal". Maybe we'll post some more pics of his implements of choice later. :)

A Morning Funny

Two old ladies are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. One of the old ladies pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues smoking.

Maude: What in the hell is that?
Mable: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Maude: Where did you get it?
Mable: You can get them at any drugstore.

The next day, Maude hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers. "Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel."

The pharmacist fainted.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Why We Need

This is something that Guy made me do some time ago when I was about to get one hell of a spanking. My reasons are first, then he responded with his reasons. Now mind you, remember when you read, that I know I am a grown woman and can make right, reasonable, and sensible decisions in my life. Sometimes I just CHOOSE to let HIM. I do admit that I CAN let my "moods" make my decisions for me sometimes... that is when HE steps in... that is OUR agreement. I have submitted to this. It is what works for US and it's what BOTH of us desire, and this is where each of our "heads" were at that time.

Why I feel I need this spanking that we've been planning are as follows:

  1. To help me remember that I can not only pour my heart out to you, but it's what's expected of me, and I can expect no judgment whatsoever in return from you.

  2. Because I have lost focus on just about EVERYTHING in my life.

  3. Because I DO know that a good, long, burning spanking even if not for punishment can refocus me, my thoughts, and most importantly, my heart.

  4. To remind me that it's YOU that does, and is going to forever love and take care of me.

  5. To remind me that it's YOU that knows what's best for me, even when I don't.

  6. Because it's what is good and right between you and I.

  7. To remind me that it is you that makes the final decision, but yet will listen 100% to any input that I might have.

  8. To remind me that I need your approval on many things before making rash decisions or doing something that is going to harm me physically or emotionally.
And the reasons I feel I need this spanking that we've been planning are as follows:

  1. To show you that your heart and your spirit are safe with me and that I love you and accept you and cherish you unconditionally in all of your ways.

  2. To show you that you are truly beautiful in your intelligence and your complexity, and that I delight in every aspect of your being and your heart and your soul and your body.

  3. To show you that your happiness… your emotional and physical well being are more important to me than anything… more than my own… more than forever.

  4. Because I know that spanking is an emotional and physical and sensual “center” and “release” for us, and the trust and the intimacy and the bond and the freedom we want and deserve in our lives won’t reach its potential without it.

  5. To show you that there are NO limits or secrets or angers or lies or fears or pains or fantasies or thoughts or desires or feelings, past, present, or future that you cannot and should not share with me. I will honor and respect and love them all.

  6. To free you from the pain you hold inside your heart… It is so much more devastating and debilitating than any sting or welt or bruise you will ever know.

  7. To waken the wonder and joy of life and love in you, and to renew your sense of focus and direction and desire to love life.

  8. To know the utter joy of holding you in my strong and loving arms, honoring your tears, and expressing and experiencing the peace your love and your trust gives me.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


The Reason

This is a story that Guy wrote for me in December of last year. One of my favorites. Thank you for letting me post it hon.

The Reason

The reason for the spanking didn’t seem to matter sometimes, whether it was for the release that came from their mutual passion, or because she was getting the real discipline she so often needed and deserved. Sometimes spankings started off playfully and got very serious, as he recalled some rule she had broken. Often when the spanking was for punishment, it was serious from beginning to end, but sometimes, discipline got hot. Neither could always tell as the spankings started, and they accepted the phenomena as part of the profound intimacy they had discovered as they shared their hearts and grew in everlasting love and affection. It was their “dance of life” and just as it bound them together as tightly as chains; it was their soul’s freedom too.

Right now, she was so aroused and taken she couldn’t even remember the reason. Her bottom was on fire, burning, and burning so hot, like bees had landed and stung every single square inch of her bare skin from just below her waist to far down on her thighs. She vaguely recalled his hand landing over and over again on her bottom. She remembered the sting of wood, and the blistering spasms with each stroke of the strap. She remembered being turned and taken and turned again; they had been everywhere tonight, wicked scolding and loving words too. There were kisses and fingers and wet and sting everywhere. He had gently spanked her front as he feasted on her sweetness and he’d bitten her sore bottom hard as he probed her pussy and her bottom hole so deeply with his fingers and his tongue. She had come to waves of orgasm twice already as he kissed her everywhere, one moment pain, and the next, ecstasy. One moment animal, the next, the tenderest soul in creation.

On her knees now with him swollen deep inside her, she was full like never before. She felt as if she were in a new and other world, sensing only the two of them. There was such oneness to it all, this other world. He had asked, of course, “are you sure,” and her response had been to relax and wantonly press back into him. Tentatively with some fear, he sensed, but with trust too; she knew his only true purpose was her pleasure and the peace that comes with love. He had been so gentle and slow, waiting for her to breathe and to relax, his cock glazed with the wetness from her pussy. And now she could feel every rapid beat of his heart as his cock seemed to grow harder and throbbed inside her bottom.

She wondered at the fear that kept lovers at a distance, and how they had never shared this gift before. He moved so slowly and gently and deeply inside her. Slowly, pausing to revel in the sensation of a new set of nerve endings discovered and explored; marveling at the fullness and the certainty of being taken and owned completely by the man she loved. There were a million sensations, the hot stinging of her bottom coupled with the utter fullness of his cock in her ass. The waves rose once again and she came as powerfully as she had ever known. She heard him groan too and felt him buried in her, pulse after pulse after beating pulse of his ejaculation filling her even more. It seemed to last an eternity, but at last, they collapsed together on the bed in a heap. Spent and taken and feeling so overwhelmingly beloved; feeling so very well spanked and so very well taken, she thought, “he loves me and my god, we’ve grown again.”

Speaks for Itself

Japaneses Proverb -- If you fall down seven times... get up eight

Monday, November 14, 2005

SpankEinstein Awakes (aka The Special Theory of Bratitivity)

With apologies to my friend Albert…



l = LOVE (L is NOT a variable, it's the "Constant")



b x ba = t
t x ho = s
l + s + d = r


L = dS2

A = Ω

© Guy - 2005

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Not trying to bring the "mood" down on our blog again... but this brings me happiness thinking about this, so that's how I wish for everyone else to view this post.

My Dad was an avid lover of the Rhododendron and I just happen to find this today. I thought it was pretty ironic that 2 years ago today was his memorial service and I ran across this. It really made me smile.

I hope everyone is having an enjoyabe Sunday. :) Posted by Picasa

Good Morning

Wavin from the hills...

Saturday, November 12, 2005

little one little one

little one little one
where have you been
stomping and whining
and crying again

throwing a tantrum
with each little care
a miserable fit's
got me ready to tear

some sense into you
to quiet that sass

at the toss of a hat
you're a serious brat

if you don't settle down
i will blister your ass

© Guy - 2005

Friday, November 11, 2005

and for all you cat lovers...

Click For Your Mental Health Update

this is an audio post - click to play

Another Morning Funny

Not much spanky stuff going on, so here is another morning funny for those of you who haven't heard this one...

Husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop with their nine children. A blind man joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find it overloaded and only the wife and the nine kids are able to fit onto the bus.

So the husband and the blind man decide to walk. After a while, the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the blind man as he taps it on the sidewalk, and says to him, "Why don't you put a piece of rubber At the end of your stick? That ticking sound is driving me crazy."

The blind man replies, "If you would've put a rubber at the end of YOUR stick, we'd be riding the bus ... so shut the hell up."

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Hormone Coaster Moofs

another freudian typo perhaps, and so it stands...

what a miracle wonder you ARE... MY little one...

blessed am i, my father's son and more... i am a complicated man... *moof* *moof* *woof* *woof*... forever and for always... obsessed with your well being and your peace and more... forever and for always... i am YOUR guy

Enough Of The Somber Mood Here... *weg*

Time for some laughs again!! :)

Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper
according to lights and darks.
Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see husband
along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note
to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.
Get in the shower. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long
loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.
Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added
Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.
Condition your hair with grapefruit mint-conditioner.
Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes
until red.
Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body
wash. Rinse conditioner off hair.
Shave armpits and legs.
Turn off shower.
Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.
Spray mold spots with Tilex.
Get out of shower.
Dry with a towel the size of a small country.
Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.
Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.
If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.


Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave
them in a pile.
Walk naked to the bathroom.
If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her making the
woo-woo sound.
Look at your manly physique in the mirror admiring the size of
your wiener and scratch your ass.
Get in the shower.
Wash your face.
Wash your armpits.
Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.

Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.
Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.
Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stick on the
Wash your hair. Make a Shampoo Mohawk.
Rinse off and get out of shower.
Partially dry off.
Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of
tub the whole time.
Admire wiener size in mirror again.
Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.

Return to bedroom with towel around waist. If you pass wife,
pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the woo-woo sound again.

Throw wet towel on bed.


I’m finding myself surprised, for some strange reason, that my “moods” are changing so quickly this morning. I woke up feeling a little on the sad side... slow, not wanting to get up. After I got up, got some coffee in me I felt my mood lifting a little, feeling like I was going to be just fine today. *knowing I still will be* I made my blog post about my Father then I became reflective, sad again even. Thought and am thinking way too much about my Mother right now, worrying about how she’s going to get through this day, feeling I belong there with her today. My conversations with her last night wasn’t all that great. I can hear it in her voice. It’s hard for me not being there right now.

So now my mood is becoming somewhat different. I’m feeling anger and bitterness which in turn, turns me into a rebellious little brat. *sighs* Going to be a long long day I think. I keep telling myself to get a grip. Maybe I will yet.

If I Had My Way...

I wouldn't be doing this!!! *growlin*

I have to admit, I'm not like Guy when it comes to stuff like this. Notice he said "I" in this next statement... "in doing that I decided our energy would be better spent in sharing some of "the stuff we're made of"... so much more than DNA... and "why" it really is "worth it"..." Yes, he's MAKING me do this dammit. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, rather what I am saying is that I like my "stuff" kept right where it is, thank you very much. I know where it is, and where to "dig" if/when I want/need it. However, it seems I have no choice in the matter. So here goes CRAP...

My Father was a remarkable man. He was a teacher, a giver, always a learner in the fact that he always had an open mind to keep learning more. According to him you could never learn enough. He was tough, yet gentle... strong, yet tender... wise, yet not all knowing.

My Father was away a good bit when I was younger. I used to talk to him EVERY day on the phone when he was gone. He always called to tell me good morning before I left for school, always called when I got in from school to see how my day went, and always called to tell me good night, and all three times reminding me how much he loved me and missed me. I was an Army brat and sometimes in the summer I used to get to go with him... not often, but on a few occassions. I remember so vividly how he would "show me off" to everyone.

When my Father WAS home he made up for all the time that we had to spend apart. I was his shadow. He was always teaching me stuff he knew. He's where I got my love of horses, the outdoors and not just doing girly stuff. I always remember him telling me that it was important to be a well-rounded individual. We may have not had a tremendous amount of quantity time, but rather QUALITY time. We used to ride horses together, just him and I. He was my riding partner for many years. He even taught me how to build fence, and at 7 years old he had me driving our chevy pick up around our property. We used to cut firewood together and then my family and I would have huge brushfires from the scraps that were left over.

My Father made me the tough nut that I am. In his final 2 1/2 years of life we had many talks. Many of them being him telling me how proud he was of me and me telling him how proud I was to be his daughter. He told me there were many traits of his he wished I didn't have. Just a few of them were: His stubborness, his needing to be tough "at all cost". I remember those words as a child and remember thinking, this man is so tough and so strong but yet so loving and so gentle. I want to be just like that. He used to tell me... beg me... not to keep things bottled up inside me. I have to admit that's one thing I didn't learn well. I assured him that even the traits that he wished I didn't get from him I could make good use of.

He left this earth knowing how proud his daughter was of him and me knowing that I had made him proud as a daughter.

Daddy, two years ago today you went to your heavenly home... no more suffering. I held your head in my hands and kissed the top of your head as I said good bye for now. I think of you every day and today I celebrate your life. The time I spent with you during your illness is something that I will NEVER regret. I assured you of this repeatedly and I meant it from the bottom of my heart. I take care of Mama, as you asked me to do, as best I can, being so far from her. I look at her and remember you, it is then when I realize where I got my stubborness from and so proud to be the daughter of the two most wondeful people I've ever known. I'm celebrating you today, Daddy.

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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Women Are Apples... Men Are Wine

I just had to share this. :)

Women are apples... Men are wine...

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the
tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes
take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The
apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man
to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Men.... Now Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and
it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into
something acceptable to have dinner with.


the stuff we're made of - part 2

my father was a complex man... a 1st generation american born of italian immigrants... a veteran of the navy and a tirelessly hard working family man... he loved having fun too, and we always did so much outdoors... we settled in a home in the country with plenty of room for gardens and orchards... a good forest in the back and a huge field for grazing horses in the front...

one hot summer evening, we'd all been working in the yard, and a large white tail doe wandered quietly into the field and dad was determined to have venison... i remember he whispered so loudly and urgently to my mother... "shhhhh... get the clothesline mommy (italian men often called their wives mommy... i think it was a madonna thing (laffin)... get the clothesline quick"...

he fashioned a quick lasso and took off running... vaulting the fence athletically, swing the rope over his head... he spookedg the deer immediately, of course, and it loped indifferently off into the cornfield next to the pasture... dad wouldn't give up, oh no... he chased the thing and you could hear him swearing and puffing and puffing swearing for miles it seemed...

sweating like mad and covered with scratches from the briers he returned to the yard fifteen minutes later, rope in hand, all he could get out as my mother, my sister and i stood there laughing was... "my god mommy could that thing run"

blessed am i... i am my father's son and more...
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More Tagging...

OK, I'm gonna try to answer some more questions here. These were Janeen's... ya brat. LOL!

At what age did you have your first spanking fantasy?
I'm not sure the exact age, but it was WAY young, maybe as early as 5 or so. *shruggin*

What is your fondest spanking fantasy?
I have Two of which would be...being dragged out of a store/restaurant by the arm, knowing I was going to get a spanking.... Scary as hell, but yummy as hell too! And being spanked in the woods.

How often would you prefer to be spanked?
You're kiddin right? EVERYDAY... multiple times a day if it's just a nice warm kinda spanking that leaves me all tingly and even a little sore so I can remember it.

What is your favorite spanking position?
OTK is my absolute favorite... the scary as hell, but yet yummy one, for some reason is me standing, with Guy having a strong grasp on my arm and wailing on behind.

How much do you want to spank me for creating these questions? LOL
If I were inclined to spank... I'd blister your behind GOOD! LMAO!

To answer shyanne's spanking question...
What is your favorite spanking toy:
Guy's hand. Another scary but kinda yummy one for me is the belt. :)

I'll answer Bonnie's questions too, :) even though I wasn't tagged, I thought they were interesting.

At what age did you realize you had a special interest in spanking?
Again, not sure the exact age, but WAY young.

How often are you spanked?
Not damn often enough!

What percentage of your spankings result in sex?
Recently, more of than in the past. Not sure of the percentage.

What percentage of your sexual encounters include a spanking?
Almost all in some way or another.

Who administered your first adult spanking?
A very dear friend (the husband of my friend that was in the car accident)

What is your favorite implement (other than a hand)?
This was answered on up ^

What is your least favorite spanking implement?
Oh my, I have many... the CB paddle for one... but I think it all depends on my mood too.

Have you ever been spanked during intercourse?
Oh yes!!

What is your favorite spanking position?
Answered on up ^

What is your least favorite spanking position?
Over the back of a chair

Do you consider yourself to be submissive?
I don't know what I consider myself, other than a spanko.

Describe your favorite spanking outfit (other than naked).
I myself don't have any.

What is the strangest place you’ve ever been spanked?
In a hallway in a mall, and in a dark parking lot. Is that even strange?

What was the most severe spanking you have received?
I have two, one from Guy and one from my friend's husband... both for being an immature, irresponsible brat, at the time... I'm sure.

What is your favorite spanking fantasy scenario?
Answered on up ^

What was the strangest spanking implement ever used on you?
The sole of a shoe maybe *shruggin*

What is your favorite non-spanking kink?
Hmmmmm, I'll have to get back with you on that one.

What celebrity would choose as a fantasy spanker?
Tim McGraw, Sean Connery. I could continue on if you'd like. LOL

What celebrity most deserves to be spanked?
Too many to name... ask Guy, he'd say Rachel Rae... LOL!!! Is she a celebrity?? Nah, guess not really.

Have you ever asked for a spanking?
Yes, it's pretty easy when I "want" one... way too hard when I "need" one.

OK, I think everyone has been "tagged"... I think everyone is tiring of the memes anyway now.

the "to every day there is a season the stuff we're made of count your blessings post" - part 1

This our "blue" time of year folks... November 10th marks the second anniversary of MY little one's father's death... a strong and inspiring and loving man who left us way too soon... the season change and more all add up to weary us and give us pause to ask all the old questions without answers... the "why's" you know... in doing that I decided our energy would be better spent in sharing some of "the stuff we're made of"... so much more than DNA... and "why" it really is "worth it"...

So we're going to have a bit of a celebration of fathers (mine was killed when I was only five if you recall) in honor and in love and in respect and in hope... and I encourage you all (on your own blogs perhaps)... to talk about your "stuff" in this context (not necessarily your fathers)... to celebrate our blessings along with MY little one and me... we'll post some "truth" on an ongoing basis from time to time... in honor and in love and in respect and in hope...

I'll go first...

there was a wonderful traditional italian bakery in my home town... they only made a few hundred loaves a day of the best hard crust bread you can imagine, and my father would wake my sister and i at 5 AM every saturday morning so we could get our share before they sold out... the scene was always the same... the tiny white block bakery building, the incredible smell of fresh bread and the sight of the wood fired stone ovens tended by brothers who loved their toil and thanked heaven for the chance to be alive...

we'd buy our bread and climb into the back of the old sedan (foreshadowing another post), getting a stern warning from my father each and every time... on the way home, my sister and i would lop the end off one still hot loaf and scoop the soft warm insides into our eager tummies... dad always yelled when we got home with one loaf wiped out and then he'd take the crusty remains and have them with milk and a little sugar holding my sister and i on his strong and loving knee...

everything about our little "ritual" is like yesterday to me... blessed am i, my father's son and more...

Monday, November 07, 2005

Tag Poop (reprise)

Alright people... (stalking the responsible conspirators with paddle in hand)... step up and take your due... or maybe us fella's will just round you ALL up and "tag" some bare bottoms "en mass"

1. Were you named after anyone?
considerably... my birth certificate reads like Prince Charles' wedding vows... My uncle, Saint Bernard, AND my father
2. When did you last cry?
the minute i saw i had been "tagged"
3. What is your favorite lunch meat?
see # 13
4. What is your most embarrassing cd?
Neil Diamond sings Neil Young.. the early years (aka forever in blue jeans meets godzilla)
5. Where is your second home?
second star to the right... straight on 'til morning
6. Do you trust others too easily?
not "too" easily, but I give folks a wise and wary "benefit of the doubt"
7. What was your favorite toy as a child?
a copy of Caesar's Conquests in the original latin, and the professional catcher's mitt I saved for a year to buy
8. Would you bungee jump?
(twitching with lingering spinal damage) been there done that
9. Do you think you are strong?
always... don't "think"... KNOW
10. What are your favorite colors?
puce... as in that'll turn ya... but that's another story altogether
11. What is the least favorite thing about yourself?
my lack of wit
12. Who do you miss the most? Deceased?
My little one... every moment we're apart... My beloved mother
13. What was the last thing you ate?
see # 3... no wait... with deferrence to Bette Midler... something about it lookin like a "taco"
14. If you were a crayon, which color would you be?
the color of honey (pun intended)... MY honey... or... the "so big my hand won't close around it" color
15. What is the weather out right now?
about a dollar twenty
16. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My little one
17. Do you wear contacts?
contracts... we don't need no stinkin contracts... oh... never mind... I used to have em hangin all over me, but not any more
18. Last movie you watched?
Finding Neverland
19. Favorite day of the year?
Garibaldi Day
20. Where would you want to go on your next vacation?
NOT Canada
21. Favorite smells?
MY little one, lilacs, coffee, popcorn, fresh bread, water
22. What's the furthest you've been away from home?
Mars... as in the University of...

A Meme For the Spanker Types *g*

OK... this is for the SpankERS/Masters/Doms ONLY... *WEG* and I want to hear from the lurking spankermen too. I know you’re out there... I can seeeee youuuuuu. *sneaky grin* What better time to come “out of the closet” than now? Cmon, I know you can do it!

When was the last time you spanked your spankee?

What EXACTLY were you thinking while doing so?

Did the aforementioned spanking lead to sex?

What is your favorite spanking position for your spankee?

How confident are you in your spanking abilities?

Does spanking ALWAYS lead to sex?

Have you ever spanked your spankee to orgasm, no other stimuli?

What is/are your favorite implement/s?

How hard, if at all, is it for you to TRULY punish your spankee?

If time permitted (and pain tolerance of the spankee, I suppose), how many times a day would you spank your spankee?

How many times a day do you think about spanking?

Have you ever spanked your spankee in public or would you like to? If so, was it just one to a few swats? Was your spankee shocked? Were you shocked you did it? Would you do it again?

How many implements have you used on your spankee in one session?

Are there always tears from your spankee during a session?

Have you ever made your spankee self-spank if you weren’t available to do it yourself? If so, was it effective?

Do any/many of your “vanilla” friends know of your “kink”?

What was their reaction if you answered “yes” to the above question?

OK, this is enough... for now. *grin* If any brats can think of any other questions, please feel free to add to it!

I can’t WAIT to read the answers! Y’all better be good sports about this or we’re gonna band together and spank y’all! *WEG*



Your Morning Funny

This is what you can tell all your co workers this morning. *weg* Posted by Picasa

He's Been Tagged! LOL

OK, my sweety has been tagged. Ohhhhh I know I'm gonna get the blame for this... lol. Hey, it's ok, I'm TOUGH... lol. Now cmon honey, be a sport, put it high on your to do list for when you get home from work. Inquiring minds want to know!

Thanks a heap Will, just a heap. *grin*

I hope everyone can make the best out of a sucky Monday... in other words... Have a good day!!! :)

Sunday, November 06, 2005

To hell with the office, I want one of these in my HOUSE... I would chose something other than Heineken tho. *grin* Can I hon? Can I? Can I? Posted by Picasa

I Was Tagged... Again!

Thank you... AGAIN, shyanne!!! LOL!

Three things you like about yourself:
Not sure I can think of any at the moment *sighs* I'm being rather hard on myself for the time being.

Three things you don't like about yourself:
My temper, the inability to do what I'm told sometimes and the anger at life that I'm holding on to at the moment.

Three things that scare you:
The inability to control the things that happens around me, the future, and the possibility of my son having glaucoma... and the list goes on.

Three of your everyday essentials:
Guy, Coffee, and spanking ;)... and again, the list goes on.

Three things you are wearing right now:
Shorts, a tshirt and glasses.

Three of your favorite songs:
Just three? IMPOSSIBLE! So I won't even begin.

Three things you want in a relationship:
Unconditional love, consistency, and spanking

Three things that turn you on:
Simply put... The sound of Guy's voice, the sight of his hands and the spankings that he gives.

Three things that turn you off:
Disrespect, arrogance, and the COLD

Two truths and a lie:
I love being spanked, I hate being punished... but it works for me, and I am SUCH an ANGEL. *grin*

Three things you can't live without:
Guy, cigarettes (sad, I know) and my computer

Three places you want to go on vacation:
Anywhere sunny and hot, anywhere sunny and hot and, anywhere sunny and hot.

Three things you just can't do:
Sleep through the night, even if my life depended on it! Quit smoking, and eat liver.

Three kids names:
Meg, Gracie, and Ayden

Three things you want to do before you die:
Sky dive, move to the ocean... a HOT one, and learn to control my temper

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
I can only answer this about my Guy... His strong arms and hands (I think that's two... oh well), his unconditional love for me, and yes, of course, his cock *weg*

Three of your favorite hobbies:
Anything outside, spanking of course, and now, reading blogs

Three things you badly want to do right now:
Go to the hot side of the ocean, go over Guy's knee, and find peace in my life

Three careers you're considering/you've considered:
Veterinarian, nurse, and storm chaser

Three ways you are stereotypically a boy:
I like football, I can drink (alcohol) with the best of 'em, and according to Guy, I cuss like a sailor.

Three ways you are stereotypically a girl:
I act all "girly", I wear make up and I dress feminine, most of the time

Three people I would like to post this meme:
All my blogger friends have been tagged I believe

LMAO... OMG, can I EVER relate to this right now! Posted by Picasa

Back Amongst the Blog World

I'm back amongst my blogging buddies once again and getting my fingers limbered back up for the emails and posts and comments. ;)

I can't say that anything has really changed (with my mood) and all my previous problems still haunt me and not sure why he's given me back these privileges yet.

I realize that with my post yesterday (that was removed), I was disobeying him. However, it was not intended as an act of defiance. It was just me trying to do something that I don't do so well, which is organize my thoughts and feelings and let them out. Perhaps this was the wrong venue seeing how I was grounded from the blog.

I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Sir. I love you more than anything and I know you're beside yourself on what to do with me. That's not your fault though, it's mine. I'm a real troubled piece of work right now and I've shut off the world. You haven't failed me and I honestly don't believe I have failed you. I've disappointed you greatly, I know. You will get me there through, you always do. I admire greatly your patience and perseverance with me. I'm sorry I think I have to be so strong all the time. I know I don't have to go it alone, but yet I am, so to speak.

I pray you don't grow too weary of this and throw your hands up. I'm trying... slowly, but I'm trying.

The Boxer... aka Anger Management

MY little one's free to post and e-mail again... I deleted her post yesterday because her anger and frustration got the best of her and she disobeyed her "grounded" status...

"And I’m laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin’ home
Where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me, leadin’ me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
or cut him’til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains..."

-- Paul Simon -- The Boxer