My New Year's Baby

hey little one

my resolution's done

you're MY New Year's baby

AND I DON'T MEAN MAYBE

Your Friday Funny

OK, since I'm being lazy on part four of my story, and there is absolutely no spanky fun to share... here is a end of the work week funny...

A little boy and a little girl attended the same school and became friends. Every day they would sit together to eat their lunch. They discovered that they both brought chicken sandwiches every day!

This went on all through the fourth and fifth grades, until one day he noticed that her sandwich wasn't a chicken sandwich. He said, "Hey, how come you're not eating chicken, don't you like it anymore?" She said "I love it but I have to stop eating it."

"Why?" he asked. She pointed to her lap and said "Cause I'm starting to grow little feathers down there!" "Let me see" he said. "Okay" and she pulled up her skirt. He looked and said, "That's right. You are! Better not eat any more chicken." He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said to the little girl, "I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I'm starting to get feathers down there too!" She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her.

She said "Oh, my God, it's too late for you! You've already got the neck and the gizzards.

*WEG*

:)

Hey everyone,

Christmas is OVER!! YAYYYY!! Oops, sorry... didn't mean to sound so happy about it... well, yeah I did. *grin* I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. I was out of town and just got back last night. I want to thank everyone for the holiday greetings. Time for me to get back in the loop now and see just what the hell I've been missing. I hope everyone has a happy, healthy and a new year full of love and spankings. *hugs to you all*

looking ahead

while memory may form us and give us pause at opening that next door, we look ahead to a new year with hope and anticipation...

and more than ever and for always...

we look ahead with love...

blessings on blessings on blessings to you all...

hol(low)day reminders

what is a hol(low)day
except a man's invention
to mark a time worth note

when your mark on me
is deeper and more lasting
than forever

when your star burns
everlasting bright

when you are in me
full time

when with every breath
i love you more

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

-- E.E. Cummings - 1931

Still Alive

Hey everyone... yes, we're still alive. * sticking my head out* Is Christmas over yet? No? Didn't think so. *crawling back into my hole*

I hope everyone is coping better than I am. I want to say a big heartfelt thank you to all you that left such supportive comments and well wishes. It really did lift my spirits to some degree. Y'all actually made a smile run across my face.

Bonnie, you're so right, life does go on, and so does the blogging world, and as usual, you put it so well. Thank you.

Searabbit, It's nice to know that I'm not that only one that's slowed down on the reading and posting. I hope your move went well and you're enjoying your new place. My thoughts and prayers are still with you. I'll be with my Mother for Christmas, so I won't be alone. It really wouldn't have been that bad being alone, honest. As you said, it's so commercialized. I remember the meaning of Christmas and that's the important part.

Shyanne, Thank you so much for all your supportive emails. You're so kind and caring. Thanks for always having a shoulder for me to lean on and an ear that's always open. I hope that things have calmed down for you as well and you have some peace about you during this time.

Poiesia, Thank you so much as well for your kind and uplifting sentiment. You're right, blogging shouldn't be a pressure, but I hope I'm not the only one that sometimes lets it feel that way. I just need to get a grip, that's all. *smile* I hope you're getting through the chaos better than I am.

Storm, *laughing* I just LOVE the way you put it just the way it is...lol. You know damn well you're one of my favorite commenters! *laughing* I've actually missed the snide comments and pissing you off. *grin* So it shall resume! Be warned! And oh, btw, I know I'm a little shit, I admit it. *grin*

Wind, Thank you so much. It will destress *some* when the holidays are over. I give my congrats to you and Storm once again. I'm so happy for you both. Now, keep him in line, would ya? LMAO! Just kidding, just kidding!

lagirl, So good to see you here again. *smiles* Thank you so much for the comforting words. You're so kind.

Janeen, Awww, thank you!! Things will get better eventually, I guess I just have to hang tough until they do. Do a little kicking and screaming in the mean time and I shall prevail. *smile*

So to all of you, thank you again. *huggin all of ya*

My Apologies

Man oh man, am I ever down today. I haven't read any blogs or even been to my own today. I haven't answered emails or NOTHIN! I'm getting overwhelmed with the holidays, they're always so stressful for me, not to mention that Christmas day is rather sad for me, for it was the day my first child was due. Not to mention that my son won't be with me either this year, and I just found out that he definitely has glaucoma and has already started treatment. Also another Christmas without my Father. He was always the highlight of our Christmas. Knowing that my Mother is sad this time of year saddens me deeply as well. There's several other "little" (well ok, maybe not so "little") things too that I can't get into on my blog. Anonymity ya know. There's several things that are going on in my life that if I spoke of them here and the wrong people happened upon this blog, it'd be a dead give away. The glaucoma thing would probably blow it as well. Hmmm, decisions, decisions.

I really wanna go see my godchildren and their parents, and I can't seem to get that worked out. So what I really wanna do for Christmas is just curl up somewhere all alone if Guy and I can't be together. Alone would be good, it really would. It would benefit the few readers we have some as well, I might be able to get some writing done! (See, I'm not just thinking of myself! Hmmphh!) I wonder if my Mother would be totally heartbroken if I told her to go ahead with her plans without me (going visiting at Christmas) and then I just go take over her house? Hmmmm, now THERE'S a GOOD thought. Then I would be allllll alone. It would be good. I need some alone time.

So, as the title of this post says, I apologize for not answering email or reading my favorite blogs, or commenting on mine or others. Please bear with me and be understanding and I'll return to my carefree (keeping my feelings buried better) self. So continue on, I'll catch up eventually.

And by the way, to all my regular faithful commenters, you mean a lot to me. I cherish each and every comment. You know who you are, and I thank you, and I thank you for blessing me with such wonderful blogs to read. All of you are great writers who express yourselves so eloquently and I'm honored to have met all of you through our little kink. Y'all are just great... period! Blog on!

The Day Things Would Change Forever - Part Three

Read part two here.

She was screaming to herself, if I KNEW better than to turn and look, why the hell did I? She’d heard that tone a couple of times in the past and knew what it meant. Was she testing him? Did she really want to see if he had it in him? Was she unsure that he could give her what she needed? Was she trying to push him away by disobeying him? All these questions were racing through her mind at once; all the while she was trying diligently to focus on what he was saying.

She was brought back to her present crisis by a sharp smack to her already blazing fanny.

“Do it now!” He barked.

Her eyes pleaded with him. She had never seen him so ungiving. She thought the look in his eyes was so cold. She didn’t fear him by any means, she knew how much he loved her, but yet she was so fearful of what he was about to make her do. He was testing her obedience now, she knew. Did she have it in her? She just didn’t know at the moment. She did know however, that if she didn’t make a move soon, neither one of them were going to be very happy.

She slowly reached above her head to the branch that loomed over her. She just couldn’t believe she could actually get herself in this type of situation even though she was standing there with a bare, glowing backside.

“I’m getting rather impatient!” His voice thundered in her ear, his breath hot and ominous on the back of her neck.

He reached down and grabbed both of her fulsomely red cheeks and squeezed hard. She jumped and yelped, and immediately broke the branch off and all but threw it at him.

She remembered hearing him growl harshly, but the rest was almost a blur. She had pushed him over the edge. He dropped the switch to the ground, grabbed her by the arm and swung her around swiftly. He landed twenty swift, well aimed swats to her derrière as he had a monstrous hold on her elbow. She danced from foot to foot as she squealed over and over as each scalding swat connected with her vulnerable behind. He grabbed her harshly by her shoulders and stared straight into her soul. She hated when he spanked her like this. She felt so little, so weak, so embarrassed as she danced all around, trying to get out of his reach.

“Young lady, I am going to wear your ass out with this switch now! You’re going to learn once and for all today who is in control here. There will be no doubt whatsoever when this day is through, and you will not dare to disobey me again! The tone in his voice was so menacing.

He bent down and snatched the switch off the ground and extended it out for her to take. She looked at him as if she had no idea what he expected from her.

“Clean the leaves off this, walk back over to the picnic table, lay it on it, and bend your ass right back over it! Don’t you move once in place! I’ll be nearby. Do NOT turn to look at me young lady!”

She wondered where or what the hell he was going to be doing. Strangely enough she somehow found herself feeling more complacent and rather sorry for what she had done. She couldn’t understand why she was suddenly feeling so submissive. She was so confused.

“Damn these feelings!” She said aloud, but barely audible.

As she began doing what she was told she started having a conversation with herself.

What the hell am I feeling? Why do I all of a sudden want to make him happy and so eager to please him? Why do I want to so willingly accept what he’s about to do to me now? Why all of sudden is he the only thing that matters to me? These questions had become all too frequent lately. She wondered if she would ever be able to find the answers.

She was bent back over the picnic table as instructed, not so much fearful of what was to come as she was before. There was almost a calm about her. As she heard him approaching her from behind, her heart started racing again. She thought it would beat out of her chest. She wanted so badly to tell him how she was feeling, but she was almost scared to speak. She was at the point she just wanted this all to be over with. She was ready to accept what he decided she needed and was eager to obey.

“Now young lady, stand up, face me, and hand me that switch the proper way!”

She knew what the proper way was. She wanted to scream to him that she was ready to do as he said, but all she did was obediently hand him the switch. There weren’t any words needed anyway from her. He felt her compliance. It didn’t change his knowing of what needed to be done though. However, he was beginning to find it more and more difficult to be so harsh with her, but he knew that if they were to continue on as the couple they both wanted and needed to be he had to continue on the path he had begun. So continue on he would.

He took her brusquely by the elbow and led her back over the picnic table. She heard him groan as he rubbed her bare ass vigorously. They had dabbled in spankings as foreplay on numerous occasions, and new how turned on they could both get by it. Was he getting turned on now, as she was? Her head was really reeling now, and he knew it. She loved to hear him groan whenever he rubbed her ass during foreplay. He knew this made her crazy with desire. To really mess with her mind now, he leaned into her, gently brushing up against her backside so she could feel the growing bulge in his pants. He pulled away just as quickly as he had grazed her backside with his hardening cock that was straining to get out.

As he backed away he shook his head as if to bring himself back to the task at hand. He knew she was really thinking now. He chuckled to himself.

Did I just feel what I thought I felt? Oh my God, she thought to herself, he IS turned on TOO! I know he is!

Before she could even think anymore she heard the swish of the switch cutting through the air. She gasped and grabbed on to either side of the picnic table. As that first lick cut into the middle of her backside across both soon to be welted cheeks, she let out a scream that would wake the dead. She didn’t even remember or care that they were still in a public place. He gave her a minute to let the burn from that first lick sink in before he drew the switch back again.

OH MY GOD, she screamed to herself. I can’t take this! I can’t take anymore! What was I thinking before? I must be crazy to have thought I could do this!

As the second lick landed right below the first one she jumped up grabbing her bottom, and dancing from foot to foot. She couldn’t help it. As she stood there dancing and clutching on to her scalding cheeks she screamed, “No, no more, I thought I could do this, but I can’t! No more please! I wanted to obey you, show you I could do this, but I can’t! I wanted to please you, but I can’t!"

She was in a state of panic now. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders again and stared straight into her deep brown eyes.

“You CAN and WILL do this young lady!”

“No, no, I can’t, I’m sorry! Please!”

He went to guide her back over the picnic table, but she began fighting him all the way.

Oh my GOD, I want to do this for him, she thought, but I just can’t! How did I ever think I could?

He roughly threw her back over the picnic table and placed one hand firmly in the small of her back.

“You had best stay put young lady or we’ll warm you up good again with the palm of my hand until you’re ready to do as I say, THEN the switching will continue. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. It’s all up to you.”

No way could she take a spanking like he intended on giving her had she not complied, and then a switching on top of it. She didn’t know how, but she ended up staying in place, and before she knew it the switching had resumed.

The switch scalded her backside over and over again, from top to bottom, from one side to the other, and down the tops of her thighs. As each lick cut into her she heaved herself up onto the picnic table a little further each time, trying to get away. He chuckled to himself a little at this. He had to commend her though, not once during the rest of the switching did she jump up again. Twenty good licks with the switch and the switching was over. She was sobbing and gasping so hard she didn’t even realize he had stopped. He was going to lift her up and into his arms, but as he placed his hands on each of her arms he still felt that rigidness in her body.

This won’t do, he thought to himself as he threw the switch aside.

He came up behind her and rubbed her welted ass vigorously. She whined and sobbed at the roughness of his hands.

“I don’t think we’re done here yet young lady! I had hoped that would be all that was needed, but I fear I was wrong. You still haven’t let go, have you?”

He didn’t expect an answer to his question, he already knew the answer. She hadn’t offered to move from her present position, so he stepped to her left side and swung his arm back and landed his iron hand hard atop her welts from the previous switching. Her sobs began anew. There was less fight in her now as swat after swat made contact with her reddened ass. Soon she was limp and sobbing freely over the picnic table. This was where he had wanted her to go. Free. Purged of all her guilt. Crying effortlessly. Free to feel her true feelings. Free to accept that this was truly what she needed and wanted; to be taken in hand, to be controlled by him. Free no longer to be the stubborn woman she often times was. She knew now that she no longer wanted to be “free”, she wanted to be his. Through him she wanted to be set free. This, he wanted for her too.

He stopped spanking her when she finally went limp. She continued to sob as he rubbed her throbbing backside. When he stopped rubbing she began to stand, until she felt his hand press firmly in the small of her back again, pressing her back atop the picnic table.

With his hand holding her there she heard the clanking of his belt buckle. She began to panic again.

Surely he wouldn’t! She thought to herself. There’s no way he would! Or would he?

She heard his belt slipping through the loops, but then she heard it drop to the ground. She was confused, and being rather naïve perhaps, she hadn’t a clue as to what he was doing.

She next heard his zipper. Her mind began to go wild. It was then she came to the realization that he was going to take her, right here, right now, in the wide open space. He was going to fuck her in public!

As he let his pants drop his cock sprang free, very eager to be out and about, only to be filling something else full very soon.

He sidled up behind her once again and grabbed her by the hips, placing her just a bit further up on the picnic table. He gave her a slap on each ass cheek and told her to stay put. He slowly, torturously ran his cock between her cheeks, and then entered her aching pussy forcefully. She was ready to cum already. He felt her muscles tightening around his cock.

“Don’t you dare cum yet young lady!”

He thrust in and out of her aching pussy hard and fast.

“You don’t cum until I tell you you can cum! Understand?”

He landed a good firm swat to her bottom.

She groaned an inaudible answer.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her hard back against him, plunging his cock even deeper inside her. His thrusts became faster and faster as he felt his own release approaching.

He swatted her bottom again excruciatingly hard. She yelped in pleasure and in pain, not knowing where one ended and the other began. She felt his cock getting harder and harder and she knew he was ready to cum. One more hard swat to her ass and he told her to cum, right now.

“You cum for me NOW young lady! Right now!”

With that, he exploded forcefully, sending her over the edge with him. He fucked her harder and faster as they both came together, releasing all their pent up feelings and emotions.

As they rode out their release together he slowed his thrusts and gently continued to fuck her with wave after wave of pleasure.

He collapsed atop her, panting heavily in her ear.

“You’re mine young lady!” All mine! And don’t you ever forget that!”

He raised himself off her and gently rubbed her bottom.

“THIS is mine too! He said, patting her ass firmly. “Mine to do with as I please! Isn’t that right, young lady?”

All she had the strength to do was nod her head. He knew she knew. He had finally got her to where he and she both needed her to be. He embraced her gently from behind and kissed the back of her neck.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He smiled lovingly at her.

“I love you too!”

“Thank you for giving me what I needed and what I wanted.”

He smiled again and said, “Would it have been so hard to just tell me what you needed?”

She coyly replied, “Yes.”

He laughed as his cock began to come to life again. He pressed it against her backside and she groaned with desire yet again.

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OK y’all.... I have an idea where to take a part four if anyone is interested in reading another part to this. Maybe this one got a bit too long for some? Let me know what ya think, and please, be honest!

Opportunity and Defining Moments

I can’t honestly explain the feelings that compel this post, but there’s a sense of peace and joy in me that’s undeniable and begs sharing… It could be my sense of mortality that’s led me to getting this before you this morning, and perhaps that’s what this post is all about… a sense of opportunity and sharing and defining moments and more…

It started with me musing about defining moments… those brief instants in our existence that can set our paths for a lifetime; some are horrific… some are bliss… all are nonetheless profound… somehow the concept of marriage wound into these thoughts… not marriage as a defining moment, but the deep intent of marriage… which is to me, a declaration before the community of a bond that’s good and full of hope… This post, then, is a declaration to MY little one and to you… in joy and hope and more…

Defining moments… they’re called tipping points these days, but there have been many names. We attribute the characteristics of our spiritual and intellectual and emotional and physical beings to them in an attempt understand ourselves when, in simple fact, the event itself becomes our essence.

Now I’m not talking about the day to day routine moments. While they define us too, and so often obscure our focus, I’m talking about the ones we think of as providence or miracles or fate or kismet, and how our choices, good and bad, bring us to these crossroads. Ready or not, here we come… Ready or not, here we are. Make a choice and accept the consequence. The act of not choosing, now or ever, can be a defining moment too.

I’ve said enough now, I think, to let you have your own thoughts and your own way with your own destiny… what I really wanted to tell you all and MY little one was this incontrovertible truth of me:

Oh MY beloved

Every moment in my life led me to you, and I am thankful and blessed beyond my ability to express… the joy and peace I know in the gift of you and in your love. I wanted everyone to know it too. You are the defining moment of my life.
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Now my dear friends… if you feel this way too, please seize the opportunity to tell the one you love…

Blessings to you all… g

She's Out of Control - Part 1 - a new Michael & Lynn Story

As he looked at her standing in the corner with her jeans and panties at her knees, Michael thought, I’m fed up ! Well, not fed up in a “that’s it forever” sense. No, that couldn’t and wouldn’t ever ever happen. But his patience had been worn so thin by Lynn’s “moods” that it was a real challenge to keep his temper and not lash out in frustration and anger. He admitted to himself in his own dismay, that perhaps he’d even done that. He admitted how wrong it felt, and how “control” was something they both needed when everything seemed stacked against their loving and growing and their intimacy.

The last few weeks had been a litany of crisis. Their friends and loved ones had been hurting and Michael and Lynn hadn’t been able to reach out and help them. They didn’t even have the chance to help themselves. One thing after another had interfered with their privacy for weeks now, and it was so near the boiling point, Michael knew it was either action or misery. So action it was, and as he looked to heaven he thought silently feeling he’d waited too long; Lord you know how I do love her, but she’s out of control, and today is judgment day. It’s going to be a long time before she forgets today.

Now Lynn had been in the corner for almost an hour. Stewing and stewing and stewing, she was far from contrite. And Michael had already applied one devil of a warm up spanking. Her bottom had a seriously warm blush now. The scolding had been wicked too. He’d had her up one side and down the other with every nuance and detail of her “moods” as he called them. How she allowed herself to lose focus and wasn’t able to keep the things she couldn’t control in their place and perspective. How she buried her thoughts and fears and how they made their way out in the form of bad behavior that drove him crazy. Lynn knew it, but she wasn’t in the “mood” to hear it either. Too late now she thought; he’s fed up and I’ve had it.

She shivered deeply as the tone of his voice still hung in the air; that rumbling “look out young lady” voice that could wither her on one hand, cut deep, or soothe her deepest soul. But still, even as she recalled his warning that she “wouldn’t forget today,” she felt unsettled and defiant. Yes, even as he’d said as he held her chin and gave her one of his penetrating looks; she felt “out of control.” She felt little hope that anything Michael might do would change it. She thought too, so oddly; I’m hungry.

Michael glanced over at her in the corner again as he completed the preparations for more surprises than even Lynn could imagine. He was determined to get this nonsense behind them and establish some ongoing sanity once again. He’d let her stew enough, he thought, and all but one paddle was hidden from her view, as he outlined every step one final time and came up quietly behind her. He rested his hand on her shoulder and felt her shiver as he spoke intensely into her ear, “come with me little girl… there’s not going to be much talking, but there’s going to be a whale of a lot of spanking.”

He grasped her firmly under the arm and pulled the shuffling and still huffy Lynn not too gently to the wide upholstered chair he’d placed in the middle of the room. Michael made sure she had the chance to see their wicked long paddle before he sat down and stood her before him. He noted her forlorn look as he torturously removed her jeans and panties. But without a word he stood up and got to “positioning her just right;” knees about half way back in the deep seat and pressed tight against the chair arms. Michael bent her forward at the waist, but not too much. So Lynn was “hugging” the low chair back almost, half-bent over, half in a kneeling stand-up… excruciatingly vulnerable, Michael thought. Just the way I want her.

“Don’t dare move little girl,” Michael rumbled deeply as he picked up the paddle from its resting place. “Don’t you dare move. There will be fifty of these young lady.” “Awww hell,” he growled at her, “Maybe a hundred, it depends on YOU.” And without hesitation the first blistering crack landed hard right on Lynn’s tender sit spot. So hard it took her breath away, Lynn gasped and finally wondered MY GOD.

Michael was intense now thinking; heaven help her, this is going to sink in once and for all. He slowly paddled her bare bottom very hard. Just enough time between each wicked crack for Lynn to catch her breath before the next. Not even bothering to keep count, he was going by her reaction and the change in the color of her bottom. From the pink blush to red to a white hot blistered ass. Over every square inch of her bottom, just what he wanted, a white hot blistered ass. Michael paid close attention to Lynn’s accelerated gasps for air. He paid close attention to the deep welting marks the paddle made. He paid close attention to what he sensed was that Lynn was finally, "dear god" he thought, paying attention too. Holding her own to be sure, but after what seemed like many more than fifty blazing cracks, Lynn let go the longest and the deepest sob he had ever heard.

No satisfaction here, he was spanking with real purpose, and he stopped paddling her and watched closely as she started letting it all out. Lynn was heaving and gasping and sobbing and crying openly now, but he sensed her strength and stoicism too. It wasn’t time to stop just yet, and he dropped the paddle to the floor and picked her up forcefully and carried her to the bed. Michael quickly sat and took her over his knee. Still not saying a word while she blubbered and sputtered incoherently, he picked up their pocket strap and laid hard into her already searing bottom. He rained welting thwack after thwack after thwack onto her white hot behind. Lynn was really pouring it out now; heaving uncontrollably with each cruel lick of the strap, her body and her heart racked with the sheer and utter release of all the inner pain. At last, it penetrated her deeply enough and it burned so badly, she collapsed and went limp over Michael’s knee. Weeping and crying almost in a frenzy; almost bitterly at all she’d let build up and not let go, Lynn found the peace of the other world she needed and where only Michael’s love could take her.

As if to blanket her and keep her warm, Michael pulled Lynn closer and leaned his bare chest over heavily against her burning bottom. Lynn couldn’t see the tears in his eyes, and he wasn’t ready for her to see them just yet. He held her so tightly as she cried and cried, feeling it all pouring out, but knowing still she needed more. An hour passed it seemed like this, maybe more. Time was forgotten as it should be, and as Michael rocked her slowly and silently, the pain ebbed and Lynn started to settle, only to break down again and be held closer yet. Who knew how long it was, when Lynn’s tears and sobbing subsided. Good lord her bottom hurt. What had he done to her, but still over his knee, she felt his gentle hand on her scorched and blistered bottom. “Lotion,” she husked out weakly, imploring him for some relief to the vicious burning back there, and Michael quickly complied. Or so she thought, as she suddenly realized what Michael was rubbing in, wasn’t lotion.

Lynn bolted to her feet in a vulgar painful dance. Crying again in the renewed heat he made with the Icy Hot sports cream, she lunged for him. But Michael was standing and anticipating already. He stepped aside and brushed her easily into a heap on the bed. Lynn scrambled to right herself, but before she could, Michael gently tossed her jeans and her panties on her and rumbled in a tone that curled her hair, “YOU WILL GET A GRIP ON YOUR ANGER TOO YOUNG LADY,” Michael roared. “Get your pants on, we’re going for dinner.”

Lynn was about beside herself now. Her behind was on fire, almost as much as her temper. But she heard that voice and knew better than to defy him now. She glared at Michael, but she saw deep and intense truth in his eyes. There was no gloating or playfulness or sympathy for her. There was without question, a look of determination and love so respectfully deep that she was overwhelmed by the power of him. She felt loved and taken and owned, and despite the incredible anger and burning, she moved quickly to obey.

Lynn dressed slowly, wincing with every move, and Michael who’d been changing too, provided a hot wash cloth for her to “clean up her teary ass face.” Lynn took the wash cloth brusquely, and closed her eyes as she pressed it to her face and let the heat calm her some. She breathed deeply into the hot towel for a few moments and gathered her wits. She felt so odd. Her bottom hurt and burned and burned so badly. Every move was an effort, but she was aroused and hungry too. With a final deep breath and sigh, Lynn settled on that Michael was in control now, so she took the cloth away and tossed it like a dirty rag back to a patiently waiting Michael.

Moving slowly and painfully, just as she was about to pull her jeans up over her still roasting rear end, she heard Michael say, “Stop right there young lady.” Good God what now, Lynn alarmingly thought. She didn’t have a second to wait, as it turned out, as Michael approached and pulled her firmly over his hip. He pulled her panties down once again and gave her bottom one hard smack. Lynn groaned. Michael pulled her legs apart slightly and slid two fingers between them to test what he’d sensed. Oh she was wet alright. Dripping wet in fact, just as he’d suspected and wanted. Just as he needed too, he admitted to himself. But again, she had more to think about, and as he planned all along, Michael pressed their larger, already lubricated plug deeply and firmly into her bottom.

Lynn gasped at this new intrusion. Dinner hell, she thought, as she took another hard swat from Michael’s hard hand. But the next thing she knew, Michael had pulled up her panties and her jeans, and spun her around to face him. He had the most incredible look in his eyes and on his face. There wasn’t so much as a hint of cruelty or pleasure or satisfaction she saw. But his eyes were filled with understanding and love and determination. Good heavens the determination she saw. She tried to avoid his eyes, because she knew he was “in” her. Michael took her firmly by the shoulders and said quietly with the most profound sense of love she’d heard from him in their long life together, “Let’s see you sit pretty with that in your burning ass young lady, while we have a long quiet dinner. When we get back, just you guess what will be replacing that plug. You’re going to get a fucking you won’t forget either young lady.”

And with that, Michael gave Lynn another hard smack on her burning sore bottom, took her firmly under control, and out the door to dinner.

Global Warming?

Ahhh, the proof we need that the planet is truly warming. *grin*

it's a snowin now...

it's early... maybe a foot by morning...

let's hope so...

g

An Oldie, But A Goodie

Incase y'all haven't heard this one...

According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers til after they give birth in the spring. Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl. We should've known... ONLY women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.

The Day That Things Would Change Forever - Part 2

Read part one here.

They sat quietly on the bank of the lake, her staring out into oblivion it seemed. Her mind was reeling though. He knew it was. This wouldn’t be the first time he had spanked her. She wasn’t too keen on it at all, or so she kept telling herself, but she knew it actually helped her the few times he did. They discussed it at great lengths afterwards. This would be the day that it would be implemented into the rest of their lives.

He sat beside her silently holding her hand as he watched the last family leave the lake. He had his plan all laid out. When the last family faded out of sight he would stand and pull her up with him.

As the sun was setting over the lake with its warm glow reflecting on the water he stood, bringing her with him. She balked at first, not ready to go home. Little did she know they weren’t going home yet. She stood with him and let him embrace her in a gentle hug. The tension was so thick, her body rigid. He broke their embrace and pulled her along behind him to their favorite spot along the wooded path that lined the lake. With everyone gone he knew this would be the perfect spot. She was still clueless to his plan. She followed him quietly to the picnic table that they frequented often. He sat down on the bench and pulled her down to sit on his knee. He wanted to know what possessed her to dump their son on their friends and stay out all night while he was away on business. All she could do was shrug. He didn’t see much need for words at the moment because she wasn’t going to offer him anything until her bottom was glowing.

He swiftly stood her up and immediately over his knee. She didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late. She gasped and squealed as she fell helplessly over his knee. He quickly threw one leg over hers to hold her in place. Still protesting with her hands flying back to cover her soon to be well spanked behind, he pinned them right to the small of her back. He immediately got down to business, raising his hand high and landing it sharply or her shorts covered bottom. She squealed even though he knew she had way too much protection covering the intended target for her to feel much impact from it. As he began in earnest she began her pleas. Never had she been so embarrassed her entire life. Her mind was racing. What if someone happened along and heard the activities, or even worse, what if someone actually SAW the activities? She thought she would just die. Was he going to bare her bottom for all of nature to see? He would all right, she just didn’t know it yet. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she was too aware of her surroundings to allow herself that luxury. She was in total shock that he upended her like this and was now spanking her backside in public. He hadn’t even spanked her that many times during their relationship, let alone to be doing in public? She was still in the anger stage, fighting him every step of the way when he stopped abruptly. The few times he had spanked her she knew this wasn’t the way he ended it. She didn’t know if he was actually feeling sorry for her and was going to stop or if he was going to (gasp) bare her bottom next. She was soon to find out.

He all but threw her on the ground as he stood with intense purpose. She was shocked by his forcefulness. He had to actually grab her to keep her from falling to the ground. He pulled her up by her elbow and held a tight grip as he stared deep into her soul. He shook a finger at her and the scolding began. Everything she thought he’d say when she debated whether to do something that she knew he would frown upon was being said now. She had to admit to herself though that she never really dreamt that he would spank her, especially in public! There was ten minutes of solid scolding and him shaking his finger at her as she stood there feeling like a naughty child. She could feel the tears wanting to come, but as always she fought them back hard.

He was determined to get through to her today. His aim was to break through her anger and fears. He thought that spanking her publicly could achieve this quicker, even though he knew that it was very unlikely that anyone would happen upon them. The embarrassment of a spanking was a big part of it all, and knowing that she had disappointed him to the point of him resorting to this type of thing really affected her. She often wondered why he didn’t do it more often. She secretly desired this for a long time. She liked the closeness that she felt to him after the few times that he had spanked her, but what she couldn’t quite understand was the tingle she felt in her most private place each time he spanked her. Even now, fighting back her tears as she stood in front of him being scolded like he had never scolded her before, she began to feel that tingle again. Man oh man, what the hell is up with this, she thought as she was fighting to control all her emotions.

He sensed he was beginning to lose her attention. It was time to get serious with the spanking. He reached down and began to unfasten her shorts. He looked up at her to see the terrified look on her face. “You can’t!” She screamed. “I can’t?!? I believe I AM!” “You can’t bare my bottom out here!” She screamed. “Not only can I, but I WILL! I think it’s just what you need!” Her anger was reaching its peak just as he let her shorts fall to the ground and pulled her completely out of them. Without another word his foot was on the picnic bench and she was bent right over his thigh. He started fast and furious, leaving no place on her exposed derrière untouched. She squirmed and wiggled like you wouldn’t believe, trying to set herself free. The harder she fought, the harder he spanked. He began to concentrate on that super sensitive “sit spot” where bottom meets thighs. Her squeals became shrill screams rapidly. She no longer cared about whom, if anyone was hearing or even watching for that matter. All she cared about now was the heat that was rapidly building on her backside.

He lifted her off his thigh and guided her over the edge of the picnic table. Her protests went unheard. With one hand planted forcefully into her lower back she was unsure what she was hearing. It was an unfamiliar sound to her when she was being spanked. Dare she turn to look? This was all so new to her really. She wasn’t sure how he would react if she tried to turn her head to look. She was jolted from her thoughts by the sound of his voice. "You stay put young lady, don't you dare move!" She felt so exposed with the cool evening air brushing her bare, freshly spanked globes. With that, she felt his hand leave her back and her mind was racing again. What was that sound? What the hell was he doing? She knew she dare not look now, after hearing the tone in his voice.

Even More Pre-Holiday Cheer

Well this is no shameless plug, but it sure seems interesting enough...

Elves Gone Wild looks innocent enough (yeah right)... until you scroll down to the parody of the Little Drummer Boy... Paddle My Bum *weg*

Lyrics only unfortunately, but worth a hoot !!

Who Wears the Pants? *weg*

*Knowing I'll get my fanny spanked for this one* LMAO!


Mike was going to be married to Karen, so his father sat him down for a little chat.

He said, "Mike, let me tell you something. On my wedding night, in our honeymoon suite I took off my pants, handed them to your mother, and said, Here - try these on."

She did and said, "These are too big, I can't wear them." I replied, 'Exactly. I wear the pants in this family and I always will.' Ever since that night we have never had any problems."

"Hmmm," said Mike. He thought that might be a good thing to try. On his honeymoon, Mike took off his pants and said to Karen, "Here - try these on."
She tried them on and said, "These are too large. They don't fit me." Mike said, "Exactly. I wear the pants in this family and I always will. I don't want you to ever forget that."

Then Karen took off her pants and handed them to Mike. She said, "Here -you try on mine."
He did and said, "I can't get into your pants." Karen said, "Exactly. And if you don't change your smart ass attitude, you never will."

Asses?

Life is all about asses
you're either covering it,
laughing it off,
kicking it,
getting it spanked,
spanking it,
kissing it,
busting it,
trying to get a piece of it,
or behaving like one ...

More Pre-Holiday Cheer

Just days before Christmas, Santa Claus and his elves are hard at work building toys. When the endless hours begin to take their toll, Santa retires to his bedroom for a nap. Just as his eyes close, a hard knock at the door rattles him from his slumber. He pulls a pillow over his head, but the knock continues, louder and louder. Furious, Santa stomps to the door and throws it open, only to find an angel holding a Christmas tree. "What do you want?" Santa erupts. "Santa, I'm your Christmas angel, and I brought you your Christmas tree. Where do you want me to put it?" And that is why we put angels on top of Christmas trees.

The Day That Things Would Change Forever - Part 1

He walked in the door and immediately called her name. He was going to put an end to this nonsense once and for all. I can’t even leave town for two days, he thought to himself. He searched all the places in the house she would normally be, but there was no sign of her. Her moods had gotten the best of her. He blamed himself for letting it go on longer than he should have. He always tried to let her work at her inner conflicts independently until they reached the point he would decidedly see that she was no longer trying.

She despised needing him like this. She wanted to do it all on her own, but the stresses she faced everyday became too overwhelming for her at times. This would prove to be one of those times. She struggled for days, trying to get the “want” to ask for his help. It didn’t seem that asking had ever been a strong point of hers, but he had serious plans for changing that. They hadn’t been together all that long, but he knew her like they had been together for an eternity. She wasn’t all too comfortable at first, him being able to see straight through to her soul. She was a very private person, keeping her thoughts, fears, joys, and fantasies pent up deep down inside her. She learned early on in life this was the only way to be truly “safe”. She went through life wearing her smile on the outside for everyone to see. She had numerous friends in her life and one best friend. No one really new the true her. She shared everything with her best friend, well, almost everything. There were certain things that were reserved for only her.

He had left her Tuesday without giving her what he felt she needed with great reluctance. He often found himself being such a softie with her at times, only to try to let her learn to accept who she is and to try to work out her own conflicts herself to some degree. This doesn’t work out so well sometimes. He vowed this would be the last time he doubted himself. He finally decided that he knew what was best for her in the time they had been together, and it was time to put it into consistent action. No more would he set back and watch her do this to herself.

She was nowhere to be found in the house. She hadn’t left him a note saying that she had gone out. Rude, thoughtless, and inconsiderate, he thought to himself. When they spoke on the phone this morning she was just too quiet. He had told her to be home when he returned, and they needed to sit down and have a good heart to heart talk. He could just picture her rolling her eyes as he heard her huff. Yes, once and for all this will end. I love her way too much for this to continue, he decided.

He picked up his suitcase that he dropped at the door in his search for her and headed upstairs to change his clothes. Before heading downstairs again he picked up the phone and called two of her bratty friends to see if they were with her or had heard from her. They hadn’t. He sighed deeply and headed back downstairs and grabbed his keys from the stand and headed out the door in search of her. He knew the first place to look. It was just a short distance from their house and a place she always went to when she was feeling like this.

He headed down the road that was lined with beautiful Bradford Pear trees in bloom. She loved this time of year. Everything was so vibrant around the lake. She loved the renewing that transformed this time of year right before her eyes. She could set on the bank of the lake for hours on end, staring out into her own little world. The number of times he wished she would just open her heart to him were endless.

As he approached the pier he saw her sitting there, knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them tightly. She was totally unaware that he was even near. He gently spoke her name, not wanting to startle her. She didn’t even hear his voice. He spoke her name gently once more, and he sighed as he startled her, bringing her to her feet in a fury. He tried to embrace her gently as she rose, but she struggled against him. She was out of control. She pounded her fists against his chest as he tried to pull her to him. “You scared the hell out of me!” She screamed. “How dare you!” She continued to try to free herself from his embrace. He decided to unleash his hold on her for fear that any onlookers would come to her because of her raised voice. He spoke in a very soothing voice to her, trying to get her to come back home with him. She would return with him now, she just didn’t know it yet. It was time for a different approach.

He sat down beside her quietly on the bank of the lake. She continued to stare off into her little world again, wishing he would just leave her alone. He wasn’t leaving without her, but he wasn’t going to push her either. He would just sit there quietly with her until she decided to speak, or until the few people that were there decided it was time to go home. Not many people came here, which is why this was her favorite place of the lake. He knew they’d be gone soon, and then he could get down to business. He would simply wait it out. Little did she know what was in store for her...

pre-holiday cheer

a little pre-holiday cheer for y'all...

if you ask me... half the world's got it's head somewhere it don't belong this time of year ! 

(It's Finally) Friday Funny

THAT HANGING THING.....?????

I thought this was TOO funny. :) I know it's past Thanksgiving but I just got this and had to share it.


For most people, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on what we've been given and savor the scents of crisp autumn days and pumpkin pie. For me, it's a little more complicated.....

One November afternoon when my daughter was in kindergarten, I picked her up after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled into the backseat. "What did you do today?" I asked. She couldn't wait to tell me.

"We learned that boys are different from girls," she chirped. Looking into the rearview mirror, I could just see the top of her head. "My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don't," she added. "Well, yes they do.." I said cautiously. I couldn't think of anything else to say, so we were quiet for a moment. Then she piped up again. "That's how girls know that boys are boys," she said. "They see that thing that hangs down and they know that he is a boy. "I mentally calculated the distance home. Our five-minute commute already felt like an hour. "Did you know that when the boys see a girl they puff up?" My palms were beginning to sweat. "Um...well..."I was still searching for something new to say, to change the subject, when she asked, "Why do the girls like the boys to have those things?" Well I didn't know what to say. I mean, what woman hasn't asked herself that question at least once? "Oh, well...um..." I stammered. She didn't wait for my answer. She had her own. "It's cause it moves when they walk and then the girls see that and that's when they know they are boys and that's when they like them. Then the boy sees the girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes her, too. And then they get married. And then they get cooked. "That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I thought she had a pretty good grasp on things.

As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage, she hopped out of the car, fishing something out of her school bag. "I drew a picture," she said. "Do you want to see? "I wasn't sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I had to sit down. There, all puffed up so to speak, looking mighty attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a great big Tom Turkey. His snood, the thing that hangs down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find so irresistible, was magnificent. His tail feathers were standing tall and proud. She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I told her I loved it - and I did - she got over her pique.

That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I'm not so lucky. Every year I remember that conversation, and to be honest, I haven't looked at a turkey, or a man, the same way since..

Cute Quiz

Thanks Janeen for this really cute quiz. :) Ya think it could be true?? *grin*


You've been very naughty this year, and you need a
severe spanking quite regularly to keep you
happy and polite.
You will awake Christmas morning to find your
stocking overflowing.

What is Santa bringing you this year?
brought to you by

Finally...

Thanks y'all, for your comments on getting this freakin haloscan image to look right. It was a lot of help. He finally got it though, no help from blogger or haloscan of course. He put a lot of work into it for me today, and I'll admit, he's not too happy with me jumping right into haloscan without checking it out thoroughly first though. Live and learn, right? *sweet demure smile* I am far from computer illiterate but I just didn't check out some known problems I guess. *sighs* Not to mention how impatient I am, and when I decide I want something, I WANT IT. *sweet demure smile again* He just loves cleaning up my computer messes anyway. LOL!

Thanks again y'all. And thank you, my dear sweet spankerman for all your hard work. :)

MORE HELP (is there an echo in here)

OK folks... this is the latest look at what it SHOULD be... lemme know please if it's NOT !

thanks soooooooo much for the debugging help !!! g