Little by Little

how offended...

2007-06-08T19:02:00.000-04:00

how offended
the birds must be(e)
at all the noise
we who-mans make
so much raquette... and yet
that good ole failure to

communicate

laff birds do in the dark
while quiet wise
they nest

and onandonandonandon
we din on our best

Worth Living

2007-06-08T14:37:00.000-04:00

Life isn't worth living, unless it is lived for someone else.

-- Albert Einstein (with hearty concurrance from Guy)

no i won’t

2006-12-20T19:39:00.000-05:00

in the fraction of a second

from the time i fell until

the time my poor head hit(ted)

and all consciousness was gone

in perilous sweet succession

i flashed, i love…

HER

i figure i won't be doing

what i planned

and if wake up

i won't put off another

day of whowhatforever i love…

HER

Where Have I been?

2006-12-15T07:20:00.000-05:00

I’m not even sure I know. It’s been one hell of a roller coaster ride for the past... hmmm, I guess it’s been almost two months now. Time flies even when you’re not having fun it seems.

What started out as going north to take Mother for a simple eye surgery back in October turned out to be way much more than that. The morning she was to have her surgery she woke with a fever and severe stomach pain. We ended up in the ER instead of eye surgery clinic. There we stayed for a week. She was discharged on Friday and I (maybe she did too) came home from the hospital with the freaking stomach flu. (Much thanks to the folks at the hospital for that!) I bounced back quickly... Mama was a different story. She was back in the hospital come Tuesday morning... may have been Monday morning... I’m not sure I even know at this point.

After nearly another week in the hospital again I got her home the second time and nursed back to health to where I thought she could be left on her own and I headed back south. I wasn’t even home a full 24 hours and she was taken back to the ER. She wasn’t admitted, but this still meant I was headed north again, this time to move things forward quickly to get her moved down south. In a matter of a week to a week and a half I had her house cleaned out of everything she wasn’t bringing south, got her house on the market for not even a full 24 hours before it was sold. The second week my brother came in and helped with the big stuff that I couldn’t get cleared out on my own. In a few days he was there and gone with her back down south. She had left her home of over 30 years for the last time. I had to stay behind for a few days to wrap some little things up with the realtor and such.

It was all becoming so final way too fast. The realtor was there Saturday morning taking pictures and what not. By Saturday afternoon the “for sale” went up in the front yard... the lock box was on the front door and my head was left spinning. Reality smacked me upside the head. No matter how much you think you’re prepared for something like that you’re really not! I’ll get to see my childhood home one more time, that’s it. There are so many memories there... good and bad. It’s the place I nursed my father while he was terminally ill; it’s the place where he passed away; it’s the place I had to nurse my mother back to health for a year after he passed away. The good memories outnumber the bad ones by far though. Even the bad ones aren’t regrets, rather something I’m thankful I did.

By Saturday night the realtor called and said they had someone very interested in seeing it and asked if I could be there to tell them what could be sold with the house. They came Sunday morning and by Sunday night we had full asking price and cash at closing. One major worry out of the way... mostly. We still can’t relax until those papers are signed on closing day.

My brother and mama had arrived at his house the Friday before the house sold, by Monday she was back in the hospital now awaiting surgery. Now her place up north is sold, her place here isn’t finished, she’s in the hospital at my brother’s... still 4 hours away from me, she’s awaiting surgery that’s probably going to take place about the time we’re suppose to close on her house. The good news is when her place is finally finished she will only be a couple minutes away from me. That makes me very happy!

The day after Thanksgiving I had to have my precious cat put to sleep... not much over a month after my dog. The day I was on my way back home from my mama's (the first trip up there) the Pessimist called me and said I needed to hurry home... that there was something wrong with her. Apparently she had had a seizure. It’s all still a mystery really. They did blood work when I got her to the vets and now she was in kidney failure. For two weeks we did everything we could; home fluid treatments daily for a week, then every other day for another week. She had become lame after the seizure too, seeming to be in much pain... so I was having to force pain medication down her mouth three times a day... antibiotics twice a day... kidney medicine three times a day... not to mention the fluid treatments that involved sticking a needle in the back of her neck... all of this in a cat that was feeling like crap and didn’t even want to be touched lovingly let alone the way I was having to. I struggled daily as to whether I was doing the right thing, but the vet kept telling me there was a chance she could come out of it... so of course I had to try. Two weeks was long enough... it was only torture for her and I both. The final straw was when I took her back for her weekly visit and the blood work revealed the kidney failure was worsening. My decision was made... the humane decision. So now we’ve went from three pets to one... the one left being the same age as the other two. Yes, the past two months have been nothing else but pretty much sad, but here I am forging right along, as we all must do, right?

So, where am I going from here? Heck if I know. This is where we have to take it day by day I suppose. That’s hard. Not to mention the holidays coming up. Dare I say Bah Humbug?

On the brighter side of things... I did get to spend some quality time with Guy while I was there. In spite of all the chaos and sadness... there he was. That part was nothing short of pure wonderful.

So that’s where I’ve been and what’s been going on. There hasn’t been a dull moment, for sure... just wish I had better things to write about right now. We’ll prevail. We always do. Things always work out for the best in the end... somehow.

I hope everyone else has been well and are ready for the holidays. I should probably wish all Happy Holidays now because I just don’t know where I’m going to be from one minute to the next right now. So Happy Holidays to all.

Home Again...

2006-11-14T06:56:00.000-05:00

I'm home again, but only for a few days before heading north again. I hope to do a real post before I leave again, but I make no promises. *sighs* What a past three weeks it has been! If plans go as they should I should only be gone the weekend, for now.

Anyway, I hope everyone has been well. ♥

Just An Update

2006-10-30T18:34:00.000-05:00

Just so you know we've not fallen off the face of the earth... MY little one's stay up north has been extended... all our friends are in our hearts and prayers... please keep us in yours...

all our best... g

Thursday's ramblings

2006-10-19T07:50:00.000-04:00

Edit: I had started writing this post last night, but blogger was being quite temperamental and it just wasn't worth the fight, so here I try again.

Man o man, did we ever have the most horrendous rains yesterday. I don't think it stopped at all during the daylight ours. It wa so foggy this morning. When I look out my back door I am always so fascinated by the fog... the way it lays behind my house. It was quite overcast until lunchtime then we had the most beauftiful afternoon. This first picture was from this morning. I took some more this afternoon when my dog and I went for a walk. And gee, was the singular form of dogs ever hard to write. I'm not sure I am ever going to get used to this. *sighs* It's just so different. My other dog is still so lost. It's like he doesn't even know how to go outside to the bathroom without her. It breaks my heart!

The rain we had yesterday was so fitting for the grief I was feeling. Mourning the loss of my beloved dog, and missing the heck out of my Dad on his birthday. I'm happy to say that as they day wore on I found my spirits lifting. That's not to say that some little thought of P hasn't cropped up and made me weep like a baby, but I've accepted that as part of the moving on process.

When I went to take S out this morning for our walk, I walked by the couch looking to see if P was awake. Will I ever stop doing that? Yeah, I know... eventually... then it will even happen from time to time. I can't believe I'm actually writing this without tears in my eyes or streaming down my face. I'm going to be just fine... I can actually say that today, and it feels good.

Thanks for your comforting comments; it was nice reading them today, and I didn't even cry!

As you can see I am totally fascinated by water on the subjects of my photos, and when put in black & white... Wow! This is a leaf on my Crepe Myrtle. S was romping around, chasing shadows of leaves falling beside me. (Yes, he is a very simple four legged fella) The hardest time I think I'm having with him without P around is getting him to go to the bathroom... go figure. He still acts like he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. She was such the leader; poor S just followed her every move.

The Pessimist and I are headed north Saturday to go to my mother's place. We'll be back Wednesday, so I'll be offline during that time. She's having eye surgery (again) Monday. I hope to get an abundance of fall pictures on the way and while I'm there. However, the weather is not supposed to be that great. Saturday is supposed to be chilly but sunny, so hopefully I can get the good pics on the drive there. There's a chance of snow there Monday!!! Ugh!!

Well, blogger is being temperamental again, so I give up on trying to upload anymore photos. Check out my Picasa Web Album if you want to see anymore. They'll be uploaded shortly I hope.

I don't think that I mentioned that B passed the written part of his driver education course with a 96. He just has to wait for the call to do the driving part of it now, but he has to have his complete neurological workup first. That happens next month. He goes to get his pressure checked in his eyes this afternoon. I pray his pressure is down. I have no idea what they're going to do if it's not.

Enough rambling for now folks. I hope everyone has a good day. ♥

An Empty Space & Happy Birthday

2006-10-17T11:44:00.000-04:00

Ya know, it never ceases to amaze me how when something so traumatic happens life just... well, it just goes on. Laundry has to be done; dinner has to be made... just the little every day “life” things still has to go on.

Yesterday we had to have one of our dogs euthanized. One of the dogs I just had out on my walk with me Saturday morning. She was old, but yet so young. You would have never guessed she was ten years old, even on her worst days. She played and played then played some more. We’d been watching her go downhill for the past week, yet she just plowed right along. She enjoyed our walk so so much Saturday. Her and our other dog just romped and romped together. The house is so empty. I was just talking to Guy, telling him there are so many “not anymores”; no more bedtime and morning rituals, no more picking gobs of dog food up, no more sharing the couch, no more “touch me” nudges; so many “not anymores”. Our other dog is so lost. He doesn’t understand where his sister is; how come we left with her yet came back alone.

We’re all just beside ourselves. There’s too much “space” here now. She was a huge dog. The best dog we ever owned... so smart... too smart... so human it was scary.

I don’t think any of us have any tears left, but I’m sure there will be more, and more, and more, and more... even when we think there aren’t anymore.

Our baby girl is gone, yet life still has to go on.

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Edit: I decided to go ahead and make this next bit a part of this post too. It just seemed fitting.

Warning: Very raw “stuff” follows. Read at your own risk! Those who don’t like it can just move on and take your freaking ideas on what I should post on OUR blog right back out the door with you. DO NOT F*** with me on this!!

Happy Birthday

On this day in 1938, hard to believe you would be 68. You didn’t know love until you met your would be wife. She then would give you the life you always dreamt of. She would give you her unconditional love that you never had as a child. Later she gave you your first child, a son that would love you unconditionally and in turn you would do the same. You finally knew what it was to be loved.

You didn’t have the “normal” childhood, you see. You didn’t have a stable home. You were shifted around from place to place. You were struck way too often by the hands that were supposed to love you.

Of your childhood you learned this is not the way to build a home; this was not the way to treat a child. You learned so much from your childhood. From an early age you learned how a child was supposed to be treated; not the way you and your sister were treated. A five year old wasn’t meant to be left at home to feed and change the diaper of a newborn baby girl while the parents were out getting drunk.

You saw how not to treat a woman; you now knew how to treat your wife, by not what you saw, but rather what you didn’t see. You were so much better than those people that were your “parents”. They weren’t a mother and a father; they didn’t deserve that title.

Three years later it was time to complete your family. You finally had your little girl. In your eyes now your family was complete. You had a wife to love that loved you back more and more with each passing day. You had a son that worshiped the ground you walked on; not because you were “dad”, but because you earned that. You had a little girl that loved her daddy more than life itself; not because you were “daddy”, but because you earned it.

You taught by example. You didn’t preach “do as I say”. You taught “do as I do”. You never knew what church was as a child or a young man. Not until you met your wife did you know there was another life out there. You chose this life over the one you knew. This is what you wanted for your family. Somehow through your messed up childhood you learned how to build a family; how to build a home. This just shows what an extraordinary man you were; to grow up the way you did, but to know that it wasn’t right; to know there was more.

You vowed to build a stable home for your children and your wife. You vowed they would never be struck by the hand that’s supposed to love them. You stood true to all your promises; all your vows. A hand was never laid upon them. You earned their respect as you vowed you would. You taught your children how be respectable human beings by being one yourself. You took your life as a child and used it to show your children what is right and what is wrong; to show your children how to love.

Today is your birthday, Daddy. I honor your life; I honor your memory. Next month will be three years since your passing. Three long years without my daddy, but I feel your presence every single moment; I feel you holding my hand.

I know you met P at heavens’ gates at 4:10 yesterday afternoon. I know you welcomed her with open arms. I know her bark was telling you she was home finally, and like you, no more was she suffering. You and P take care of each other, Daddy.

B says he’s wishing you Happy Birthday today too. He misses his grand dad.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

All my love,
Your little girl (for always)

Saturday Morning Walk

2006-10-14T22:27:00.000-04:00

I found all kinds of goodies out on my walk today. The sunshine ended up being quite warm as the day wore on. It was in the mid to up 70's by days end. The dogs and I had a nice long walk in the woods. It was peaceful and the dogs just had a grand old time.
I just can't get over the colors of the fall weeds. There was pink, red and purple... and some of the wildflowers out there were just beautiful. I have no idea what this whiteish flower/weed is, but it was awesome looking. (As always, click on the photo for a larger view) I even found some honeysuckle.
I uploaded 35 photos to my Picasa Web Album, but that didn't even begin to put a dent in the 218 photos that I took this morning. After that I went back inside and made potato soup for dinner. Yummy! The rest of the evening and night was spent just pretty much lollygagging around. A nice Saturday all in all.

Brrrr!!!

2006-10-14T08:35:00.000-04:00

Don't I live in the South? Last time I checked I did, so can some explain to me please why I woke up to a cold 35° this morning. It's only mid October for crying out loud! By Sunday it will be lows in the mid 50's again. Up and down, up and down; welcome to the South; apparently not the deep enough south!

Even though it was freezing this morning, the sky is absolutely beautiful with not a cloud in sight. If I didn't dread winter so bad I could enjoy this morning as the crisp, clear, flawless looking morning it is. It's only supposed to be a high of 66 today, which isn't too bad actually. After it warms up some I plan to take the camera and the dogs and go for a nice long walk in the woods. Hopefully I can get some good pictures. Unfortunately, to get any colorful leaf pictures I have to hop in the car and head north. We don't get enough rain here in the summertime to produce the gorgeous colors. We get the few like you've seen in the picutres, but you can't get a full blazing tree. At any rate, I'm looking forward to a long, peaceful walk in the woods... just me, my camera, and my dogs.

I hope everyone has a great weekend! ♥♥♥♥

Just Stuff

2006-10-10T22:17:00.000-04:00

I'm still here... just sittin in the background dealing with "stuff" that sometimes I think is getting the better of me. I've still been out a lot taking pictures, enjoying the gorgeous fall weather that is not long for this area. (The rain will set in soon) The temps have been ideal, except for this past weekend, which was miserable for the south. It was cold (to me) and rainy. Today was beautiful.

The Pessimist and I are going to venture out to this new State Park soon that we found out on one of our adventures. I'm looking forward to that actually. Just getting away with my camera in the warm sunshine.

As you can see, Guy and I changed our template. Nothing fancy. I just needed something to drown myself in, while it lasted anyway. I still have the hankering to do more. I just wanted something simple for now. That's my state of being right now... keep it simple.

Today I have dealt with two deaths in one day... one being my mother's former co-worker and good friend that had cancer. The other being my aunt's best friend that had a heart attack we presume... My sister in law having major surgery and my brother being a butt, not keeping me posted... dealing with some outrageous stuff concerning B. and his father. I admit I am a bit overwhelmed and not feeling real optimistic about things at the moment, but I will prevail, eventually... This I know, I always do; I don't know how, but I do.

"This too shall pass."

Kitty Litter Cake

2006-09-24T12:37:00.000-04:00

OK, this is kinda funny.

Read the ingredients and stuff first and then look at the photo!

This is for all us cooks out there looking for something just a little different. *grin*

Want to have a little fun at a party? Prepare this recipe. It's completely edible, but everyone may not think so. *grin*

CAKE INGREDIENTS:

1 box spice or German chocolate cake mix
1 box of white cake mix
1 package white sandwich cookies
1 large package vanilla instant pudding mix
A few drops green food coloring
12 small Tootsie Rolls or equivalent

SERVING "DISHES AND UTENSILS"

1 NEW cat-litter box
1 NEW cat-litter box liner
1 NEW pooper scooper

DIRECTIONS:

1) Prepare and bake cake mixes, according to directions, in any size pan. Prepare pudding and chill. Crumble cookies in small batches in blender or food processor. Add a few drops of green food coloring to 1 cup of cookie crumbs. Mix with a fork or shake in a jar. Set aside.

2) When cakes are at room temperature, crumble them into a large bowl. Toss with half of the remaining cookie crumbs and enough pudding to make the mixture moist but not soggy. Place liner in litter box and pour in mixture.

3) Unwrap 3 Tootsie Rolls and heat in a microwave until soft and pliable. Shape the blunt ends into slightly curved points. Repeat with three more rolls. Bury the rolls decoratively in the cake mixture. Sprinkle remaining white cookie crumbs over the mixture, then scatter green crumbs lightly over top.

4) Heat 5 more Tootsie Rolls until almost melted. Place them on top of the cake and sprinkle with crumbs from the litter box. Heat the remaining Tootsie Roll until pliable and hang it over the edge of the box.

5) Place box on a sheet of newspaper and serve with scooper.

6) Enjoy!

Scroll down for the image.

A Day at the Mall

2006-09-22T09:30:00.000-04:00

“Did you see that?” Lynn shrieked as she tugged hard on Michael’s arm nearly pulling it out of place.

“See what!?” He growled.

She had been pushing his buttons all day with her whining and pouting and Michael had nearly had all he was going to take.

“He just swatted her behind, not once, but twice!” Lynn squealed.

Just then Michael landed two hard swats to Lynn’s behind.

“Like that you mean?” Michael rumbled deeply.

Lynn yelped and looked wide eyed at Michael.

“What the hell was that?!”

“Hmmm, if you have to ask I’m certainly doing something quite wrong! I promise to correct this grievous error pronto little girl!”

Lynn looked at Michael as if he had two heads protruding off his shoulders. She yet to understand why he was so annoyed with her.

They had been out all day. Lynn had to buy a new dress for a work function that she was required to attend. Now Lynn isn’t a shopper in any way, shape or form. She despises it, has no patience for it and would rather knock anyone down that so much as even smiles at her. They argued the whole time they were getting ready to head out for the day; Lynn saying she wasn’t going to be in attendance, Michael saying she most certainly was. Lynn isn’t much of a people person period; she’d much rather be home, wrapped snug in Michael’s arms with his attention solely on her, and Lynn most certainly had his undivided attention before they left the house this morning.

Lynn’s whining earned her a brief stint over Michael’s knee for a warm, bare-bottomed, warning not long after she got out of bed. Apparently it was a bit too brief; although Lynn whooped and hollered like a wounded animal in the wild. She was quite adept at dramatization.

Now they were at the mall strolling down the hall. Lynn was trying everything she could to stay out of the dress shops; first she was whining that she was hungry, now it was that she had to use the little girl’s room.

Michael had Lynn firmly by the elbow.

“Of course you can go to the little girl’s room, little girl.”

Lynn eyed Michael warily. She didn’t like the tone in his voice combined with the term “little girl”.

“You best hope that no one is in there with you!”

Lynn gasped knowing exactly what Michael meant...

My Morning Discovery

2006-09-21T11:52:00.000-04:00

And look what I found on my morning walk! This was taken on macro of course, but it was still HUGE! I love the difference in the texture of the stalk and the crown. I have so many photos of mushrooms that I collected over the summer. Just thought I’d share. :)

Thursday Nothings

2006-09-21T08:40:00.000-04:00

Look what I found on my shepherd's pole of my hanging plants yesterday. The photo isn't all that great I'm afraid because my camera had to be sent out for repair. I took this with B's camera, which I hate, and don't know how to use properly. This little fella was no bigger than a nickel! We have bigger ones in our yard all summer long, but I've never seen one this small or in this location. I was just mezmerized by its size and appearance. It was silver in color and almost didn't even look real. It's just the little things in life that amaze me most. ;)

I'm really trying to get used to the idea that photos like these will be over shortly as winter approaches. Luckily, where I live I can pretty much keep flowers like mums and pansies around through the winter months with some careful attention.

Soon they will be replaced with photos like this. This picture is of an ice storm we had last December. If we have any kind of winter activity here this is what it usually is. Sometimes I miss seeing the snow. If it's going to be dreary looking I'd like to have some snow to brighten it up once in awhile. Of course I'd really rather it be sunny and 70° all winter long.

Anyway, I hope everyone has a thrilling Thursday. :)

Beautiful Sunday and A Funny

2006-09-17T10:26:00.000-04:00

Fall is in the air. It's been a beautiful weekend here. 80's and low humidity. Perfect weather. Time for long walks along the lake with my Guy, hand in hand. It's getting to be the time of year you can actually enjoy being outside here. It doesn't last long though. We have few fall like days, then it goes into our rainy season. Time to enjoy the one we're having today. I hope everyone has a beautiful Sunday!

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A Sunday funny for ya...

Oh yes, now I remember how thankful I am to be beyond this!!

Dear Kotex,

I recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my panty liner had a bunch of "Kotex Tips for Life" on it. Annoying advice such as:

Staying active during your period can relieve cramps.
Avoiding caffeine may help reduce cramps and headaches.
Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep you hydrated and feeling fresh.
Try Kotex blah blah blah other products.

Obviously the individual behind this was someone who has never possessed a functioning set of ovaries. Go ahead and tell a menstruating woman that drinking 6-8 glasses of water will help keep her feeling fresh. See what happens and report back. I'll wait. While you're at it, dump out the coffee at work and remove the chocolate from the vending machine. I garan-friggin-tee that the first responders will be females who just ovulated.

Look, women don't need or want tips for living on feminine hygiene products. Younger girls are already hearing "helpful" crap like that from their elderly relatives. Veteran females have already concocted their own recipes for survival, many containing alcohol. Printing out shit advice while sneaking in ads for the brand that was already purchased is just plain annoying, not to mention rude, and enough to send a girl running to the Always brand.

Mostly we'd like to forget that we even need these products. It's not a fun time, but DO NOT try to cheer us up by adding smiley faces or bunnies or flowery cutesy crap to your products or the packaging. Put the shit in a plain brown wrapper so we can throw it in our carts discreetly and have it blend in among the wine and beer. There is nothing more annoying than having a blinding pink package announcing your uterine state to everyone in the store.

So take your tips for living and shove them right up your ass.

Ovarily Yours,

Miss PMS

Happy Birthday Guy !!!

2006-09-17T00:01:00.000-04:00

*weg* OK everyone, it's time to wish Guy a Happy 50th Birthday !!! (Sorry hon, just had to do it !!) You know I love ya though !!!

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Seriously though hon, I hope you enjoy your birthday ! Thank you for everything you do for me and the pessimist and for B. We all love you bunches !

You're always there when I need you. No matter what you're doing you always drop everything for me. You always tell me I'm number one in your life and you show me every day just how true that is. You've always been my rock in times of crisis. You've always had an ear to listen when I've needed to vent, or just needed a sounding board. You've been my shoulder to cry on, you've been my firm guiding hand. You've been my friend and lover. When I look back at everything we've been through together over the years, you've never let me down.

We can, and do talk about anything and everything. You're understanding, caring, compassionate, intense, and passionate. Your heart knows no bounds. You're everything I could possibly want/need in a man. You know me like no one else could. I'm so thankful for that.

I love you !!! Happy Birthday !!!

Technical Difficulties

2006-09-12T07:38:00.000-04:00

Just wanted to let y'all know that we're aware of our technical difficulties. Our background server is temporarily out of service and we're in the process of looking for a back up, so pardon the mess in the meantime.

Now I would say "back to our regularly scheduled program", but we have none of that here! So back to what you were doin! ;)

I hope everyone has a good day! And ohhhh, I didn't get my Gratitude Tuesday completed for this week. *sad sighs* There were just too many interruptions here, so I will hang on to what I've started and try to work on it throughout the week for next week.

I hope everyone has a good day!!

A Picture For CeeCi :)

2006-09-11T08:29:00.000-04:00

I saw CceCi's comment to Guy's picture with the bug, and I do SO share her love of finding a bug in my flower pictures, so I wanted to share this one this morning. :) Click the picture to enlarge.

Beautiful, Peaceful Weekend

2006-09-11T07:26:00.000-04:00

The virtually flawless morning sky that accompanied me on my Sunday morning walk.
A storm threatened when I took my Sunday evening stroll. Menacing thunder was all it could muster up. It was beautiful, one direction was a dark sky, another direction was nothing but blue sky, then another direction it was like this pic. I love thunderstorms, even as a child. My father gave me my love of them. He used to gather us up and take us out to the garage, there I would sit on his lap, safe and snug in his strong arms watching the spectacular lightning show, jumping as each strike lit up the sky and awing at the booming thunder. He taught me how to love the storms, but also to respect them.

It was a pretty peaceful weekend here. Much of nothing Saturday. Sunday we grilled steaks out on the grill and brushed the dogs in the warm evening sun.

I'm thankful for the beautiful weekend and what peace came along with it. My mother and I had nice long talk yesterday. Her spirits seemed good. She went to her friends church yesterday instead of hers. They rotate once in awhile, accompaning one to their own, then to the other the next. Then they had a full day out running around. It's good to hear that she spent the day out and about. I wish I were there to do that kind of stuff with her too.

So all in all a good weekend was had. I hope everyone else enjoyed one as well. Happy Monday to all. :)

Update: And look what I was blessed with this morning. There was a beautiful sunrise in the south!

A Need

2006-09-10T19:42:00.000-04:00

I woke with such a need deep inside me. I nestled warmly next to him. He stirred sleepily, flipping over to face me. He saw the tear beginning to find its way down my cheek, and he wiped it away gently with his tender touch. “Would you?” I whispered. “Mmmmm, would I?” he said, as his lips were brushing mine ever so gently. He flipped the covers gently off of us, and picked me up so gently and laid me across his lap. He rubbed my bottom with so much tenderness the tears began to well up again. These weren’t tears of sadness, you see. They were tears of love; the love I woke up to lying right next to me. He was sleeping so peacefully, but yet I could feel his love so strong. This is the greatest feeling one could ever feel.

As he rubbed my bottom so gently he leaned forward and whispered, his voice cracking, “You know I will little one.” There began our affirmation of love for one another.

MY little one

2006-09-10T11:40:00.000-04:00

i was out early this morning... thinking of you as always... how you are my peace and my joy, and how only in you is there reason and meaning and more in me...

and so I only wanted to let the world know once again, that's HOW it is...

forever and forever... MY beloved little one...

i am your Guy...

The Night Sky and What Digital Imaging Can Do With a Bad Picture... LOL

2006-09-09T16:02:00.000-04:00

I stepped outside last night and snapped this picture of the beautiful moon that was so big and bright in the virtually flawless night sky. It was the most beautiful reddish/orange. The picture didn't turn out so well of course, so I decided to play with it in Digital Imaging by applying some filters. I just thought it was kinda cool looking.

Friday's Musings

2006-09-08T08:52:00.000-04:00

This is a pic I snapped the other day when we had a storm rolling in. The sky was just awesome!

B had his first driver ed. class yesterday. He said he was "a bit overwhelmed". LOL! He has NO idea.

He has seizures, so this will be an issue I'm sure. He hasn't thought about that. In the papers that he brought home last night for me to fill out asked if you have any kind of seizure disorder. They're pretty much under control with his meds though. I'm sure pretty much won't cut it though. He panicked regardless. I haven't even checked into this. I guess I've just wanted to wait until the time comes to put off dealing with the answer. I have a feeling he won't be continuing this course after he goes in with the forms this evening. We'll see I guess.

I'm think I'm going to TRY to start Gratitude Tuesday this coming week. I'm going to try to start working on my list later today if time permits.

Nothing much to talk about here really this morning. I'm feeling rather optimistic still this morning. I choose to feel no less! For every negative that comes at me today I will pose a positive... maybe even two!

I'm going outside to play with my dogs in the beautiful sunshine of this day!

Have a wonderful day everyone!

Toodles!

It Was A Blue Sky Wednesday Afterall...

2006-09-07T08:12:00.000-04:00

And this morning! :)

After a dreary looking start to my day yesterday, this is how it actually turned out... for that, I was ever so thankful.

I'm still hanging on to my positive outlook this morning, and I was able to maintain it pretty much through the day yesterday. We had to take our dog to the vet yesterday for a anti-inflammatory injection. She's getting old. :(

All of my sons (Let's refer to my son as "B" from now on) after school clubs and such started yesterday so I had to pick him up after school yesterday. I will be running my behind off now, taking and picking him up. All a part of the joys of being a mother. His driver ed classes start this evening. This is seriously disturbing... lol. I can't believe he's that age already. Dammit, I'm getting old.... I despise him for that, as if it's his fault... lol.

So I came to a conclusion last night when I should have been sleeping; I think in order for me to be able to get my feelings out when I'm feeling low (which is hard for me to do) I'm going to write something positive for every negative. That way I don't feel like I'm stating only the negative, and won't feel so guilty about it. Maybe that will help me become better at writing on my low days.

We have sunshine this morning... YIPPPPEEEE! :)

OK, I'm off to do the laundry thing and back here to do some more surfing before I get on with my day. I hope everyone has a great day! Let's all stop and find something to be thankful for today. Just one of the many many things I have to be thankful for today is my Guy. I love you hon! Tell the idiots at work I said to leave you alone!!! :)

Toodles folks!

Wednesday's Ramblings of All Things Great and Small

2006-09-06T10:03:00.000-04:00

I woke to dreary day in the south, but that's OK, I'm choosing, or trying very hard at least, not to let it make ME "dreary". I want a new daily outlook on life, no matter my circumstances here, and I'm pretty certain I have to give CeeCi the credit for this. I've spent much of the past couple hours (yes, I should have been doing other things, but after I finished on her site I found that this was most important too) perusing much of her July posts.

See, I used to be this person that was always happy go lucky no matter my life's circumstances. Since my father passed away, or even became ill rather, I let that slip away. I had this revelation quite sometime ago even, but have chosen not to do anything about it. I've been too "weary". I'm still weary, maybe even wearier than ever, but that doesn't mean I can't try to make it better. Living with a pessimist doesn't help matters at ALL. My room mate sees nothing good in life at all. I was able to resist her way of thinking until my father became terminally ill, then I guess I gave in. Well dammit, I don't want to think like that anymore... I'm weary of it. I hide it well from those that surround me because that is just who I am. However, I let my mind succumb to it a lot anymore. No one knows but me, well Guy does, I know.

I know I have plenty to be weary about... my mother's illness, my life situation.. living with such a "downer" of a person, my sons glaucoma isn't under control at the moment, so that's a worry. The list could go on but there's really no point in it, so go on I shall not. My father wouldn't want me to continue feeling like this, nor does Guy think too highly of it. He senses much that I don't talk about ya know. He's so in tune to my words, or lack there of in some cases. I'm going to start thinking of the things that I am grateful of and vow to take on a more positive outlook, despite the pessimism that I live with. In short, I'm going to become that person I was before I let my father's illness and consequent death make me a bitter person inside. I lost a lot of my faith along the way somewhere. I am self-aware now, well I have been for quite sometime... the difference is now I choose to change it. I've more than likely picked a bad time of year to do this with the upcoming winter months. (Is there really a bad time to change your outlook on life though? Maybe I should have said a "difficult time" instead) Winter is my "blue" season. Combine the short days with a lack of daily sunshine equals "blue" for me. We get hardly any snow to speak of... the rare flurry or two, but lots of rain and a good bit of ice here.

Enough rambling for now I think. Time to get on with my day here. I may come back later and add to this if I feel the need. I think I'm going to start out my day with writing my feelings, (like I should have been doing all along) be it good or be it bad, be it spanking related or be it not spanking related.

One last note before I move along. My son starts driver education classes tomorrow. Fun fun, joy joy! NOT!! LOL! I've informed our whole town to head for the hills!

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I'll share a cute joke that was passed along to me as well:

A six-year-old boy told his father he wanted to marry the little
girl across the street. The father, being modern and well-schooled in handling
children, hid his smile behind his hand.

"That's a serious step," he said. "Have you thought it out completely?"

"Yes," his young son answered. "We can spend one week in my room and
the next in hers. It's right across the street, so I can run home if I get scared of the dark."

"How about transportation?" the father asked.

"I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles," the little boy answered.

The boy had an answer to every question the father raised. Finally, in exasperation, his dad asked "What about babies? When you're married, you're liable to have babies, you know."

"We've thought about that, too," the little boy replied. "We're not
going to have babies. Every time she lays an egg, I'm going to step on it!"

For My Sweetie (weg)

2006-09-06T08:10:00.000-04:00

Here ya go hon !! LOL... mine is kinda cheesy, but made me giggle this morning. I got this idea from our sweet CeeCi ... Thank you dear CeeCi !!! (weg)

Pics

2006-08-28T08:43:00.000-04:00

Pics 1 & 2 are of our recent trip to Cooper's Rock

Pics 3 & 4 are of my last trip to my Mama's. I just had to stop at a "scenic overlook" to snap these pics when I saw the beautiful view.

BOO!!! ... As Well As Some Rambling ;)

2006-08-27T14:26:00.000-04:00

Life is a funny (not ha ha funny either) thing isn't it? I stepped away from the blogging world five whole months ago. Haven't been reading blogs or anything. The reason for this? I haven't a clue!! There isn't always a clear answer for everything. I don't even know that this post means I am back. All it means is that I felt like writing today, for the first time in months.

I've disabled comments (unbeknownst to Guy even) for some unknown reason. Maybe cuz I'm not sure if I'm back yet. *shruggin* When we first started this blog it was a venue for me (us?) to open up, a place for me to get things out of my head that I don't easily talk about. A journal of sorts for me. I had been reading blogs for quite sometime. I discovered them when my father was sick. After he was tucked away peacefully as he could possibly be given his illness, I escaped reality through the blogging world. It was a wonderful escape too.

I don't really know where I am going with any of this. I am rambling. It's what I do best ya know. I don't even know what compelled me to write this morning. Funny how it can just hit you all of a sudden, when for months, it's gone.

It's been an uneventful summer really. Guy and I took a trip to Cooper's Rock and my son and I got to visit my mother for a week around the first of this month I think it was. He ended up staying a couple weeks with her and his other grandmother after I left. It was a nice visit, just not long enough for me. I think he had a real nice visit with them as well. He came home a week ago today and started school this past Friday. I think it's so stupid to start school on a Friday. I can't believe he's a sophomore this year. Where the heck does time go? He was so slack last year in school. It really bothers/worries me. He's so intelligent, but seems to lack common sense. *sighs* I guess that could just be the teenager in him though. Who knows. He has all honors courses this year and says he's headed toward the field of oncology. ( I wonder why) Not really, I KNOW why. For anyone that's read this blog in the beginning knows that both his grandfathers passed away due to cancer. I know it had more of a profound impact on him than he ever lets on. But if he is serious about the direction that he is heading, man o man does he have a lot of buckling down to do. He can do ANYTHING he sets his mind to... anyone that knows him, knows this too. But will he is the question. Only he knows that answer. At fifteen, I guess I need to learn to accept that is all pretty much up to him now. Of course I still have guiding to do, but figuring out how to do that without letting a teenager know your doing it is almost next to impossible, especially a hard-headed, stubborn MAN-CHILD. At fifteen, are they already pretty much the man they're going to be? My best friend tries to tell me they are. I just don't know. Maybe they are... I guess maybe I think they probably are too... I dunno. *shaking my head* Ramble ramble ramble! That's all I do. On to the next subject of rambling...

I haven't written a story one over the summer, though I've had several ideas and attempted to start one. I spent a lot of time outdoors. Planted flowers... had two beautiful tomato plants that produced very yummy tasting Goliath tomatoes, until they got attacked by fungi! *groan* We still got several good tomatoes though. I took tons of pictures with a camera that Guy gave me... pics of our dogs, and a newfound fascination of mine... mushrooms... yes, I said mushrooms. *shaking my head* They're all over my yard this year and some of them are actually beautiful... pics of the beautiful summer skies and of my flowers and whatever else in my twisted mind that I thought was picture worthy.

I can tell by looking at my flowers that summer is coming to a close soon... which makes me so sad. The gloom of winter... UGH. It rains here so much in the winter generally. Doesn't get super cold though, just gloomy. I am such a summer person. I thrive in the summer it seems and go dormant in the winter. I dread the time change... so little daylight. Even these white "fluffly" (as my son used to call them when he was just a wee one) clouds threaten me with the imminent fall, then winter months that are too quickly approaching.

It's still sunny and HOT here for the time being, and will be up until the last of October, so I'm trying to enjoy what summer months are ahead instead of dwelling on what is to come. That's never been an easy task for me when it comes time to summer ending. I'm usually not too bad about taking one day at a time, but summer ending, *sighs* I dwell on terribly.

I hope everyone has had a nice summer. I've thought about everyone in their own little part of the world... Storm, Wind, Padme, CeeCi, Janeen, Bonnie, Naughty_One, Searabbit, and of course, dear sweet Poiesia too and all the wonderful people that I've shared idle banter with. To all, enjoy the rest of your summer. :)

Remarkable Discovery

2006-06-25T19:37:00.000-04:00

This photograph of a hummingbird moth reminds me on this, the anniversary of the day we met, of how remarkable discovery can be...
so amazingly blessed am i... the day you walked into my life... when i discovered you...

MY beloved... MY little one...

-- g

Birthday Greetings

2006-06-18T18:59:00.000-04:00

Hey Everyone...

Wish MY little one a Happy 40th birthday !

in time

2006-04-29T18:46:00.000-04:00

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me

2006-04-14T06:52:00.000-04:00

dominic has
a doll wired
to the radiator of his
ZOOM DOOM
icecoalwood truck a
wistful little
clown
whom somebody buried
upsidedown in an ashbarrel so
of course dominic
took him
home
& mrs dominic washed his sweet
dirty
face & mended
his bright torn trousers (quite
as if he were really her &
she
but) & so
that
's how dominic has a doll
& every now and then my
wonderful
friend dominic depaola
gives me the most tremendous hug
knowing
i feel
that
we & worlds
are
less alive
than dolls &
dream
-- e. e. cummings

A Rant...

2006-02-28T13:45:00.000-05:00

Well, I’m still here.... just sitting in the background. The reason for my absence from the blogs is due to health reasons mostly.

I must admit though, that it goes just a bit deeper than that. I’ve debated for weeks now to post or not to post, but now I’m being *made* to pretty much.

I’m not a good sharer of my feelings and “what’s wrong with me”. I started this blog to do just that actually, with a spanking twist. I’ve lost focus on the *true* reason I started this blog, to have a place to learn to open myself up better. Well, guess what? I’m not learning.

I’ve gotten a few ‘hints’ from some people in the past that if it’s going to be a spanking blog, then that’s what it needs to be, meaning no emotional shit/baggage intertwined. I’ve gotten hints that my “humor” that I sometimes post (my jokes) do not belong on *my* spanking blog. I guess I’ve let this get to me more than I’ve cared to admit, or even realized, to be honest... until recently that is, and I’m actually embarrassed to say that I have. I’ve never wanted to get into the ‘blog drama’, and actually *refuse* to. (This will be the last time there will be a post of this subject matter on this blog, or at least I hope it will, that’s how I plan it anyway.) The truth is, I know that I don’t ‘owe’ anybody anything out there in the blog world, but what it comes down to, and the reason for this post, is that anyone’s blog that I visit I enjoy, and I *do* miss the interaction with all of you. I miss Storm busting my chops, and I his, and so on... you know who each and everyone of you are, and I treasure every interaction we have on one another’s blog. Let me say, just so my regular readers, and my regular blogs that I visit will know, that it has been *none* of you that has taken part in this.

I will guide those of you that have chided me for making this blog *more* or *less*, (however you choose to look at it) than a spanking blog to my very first post. I said it would be a “refuge” for me... a place for me to express my feelings out loud, so to speak. I never made a claim that it would be *completely* about spanking. Excuse me for not living up (to you few who seem to think that you have a say as to what content I put on my blog, and seem to think that *I* owe *you* anything) to your standards. Excuse me hell! There is nothing to excuse. This is *my* blog, *not* yours. I can take constructive criticism rather well, but when you try to tell me, and not in a very nice manner, what content to put on my blog, well screw you. Go somewhere else! I just don’t understand where people *think* they have the right to try to tell people what they can and can’t put on their blog. If people don’t like my jokes and me sharing my feelings on my blog, then *leave*! Ya know, Guy and I are *so* not into this for the blog “hits”. I could care less how many hits I have, and if I lose readers for this post, then by dammit, so be it. I don’t care one way or the other. Gawwwwd, where did I lose focus at on this?

For weeks I’ve thrown the idea around in my head of starting a second blog for my attempts at getting stuff off my chest that I find so hard to share, and for posting my “humorous” stuff, but the truth of that is, is that it will have spanking “stuff” in it too, because some of the stuff I have a hard time sharing is spanking “feelings”.

I’ve went and done what I’ve seen several other bloggers do, and what I’ve said I would *never* do, and that is let what others say and think get under my skin. Yes, shame on me, and shame on me also, because I’ve shared *none* of these feelings with Guy. The first he will have heard about it is when he reads this post. Woe be my behind.

Anyway, I’m not sorry for the rant, so I won’t say that I am. There may or may not be a post coming about little (and big) things that are going on with me. I guess it depends if I decide I *want* (and to you little snots out there, you will *not* persuade me one way or the other... If I do indeed decide to start another blog for that purpose, it’s *only* because I had been milling it over for weeks now, long before any of you started feeling like almighty God, and flattering yourself enough to think that you have a say as to what I put in my blog) to start another blog for just that.

That aside, I hope all of you are doing well and that spring is just around the corner for all. I will be back eventually. Take care all of you.

2006-02-25T12:36:00.000-05:00

all wondrous things
all miracles exist
and reasons passion bliss
art thou to me

'tis no wonder then

each breath and thought
or heart beat strong...
each storm curse wire walk
all reason(s) kiss

be all alone for thee

It Waits...

2006-02-23T18:44:00.000-05:00

"Now everything changed. My childhood world was breaking apart around me. My parents eyed me with a certain embarrassment. My sisters had become strangers to me. A disenchantment falsified and blunted my usual feelings and joys: the garden lacked fragrance, the woods held no attraction for me, the world stood around me like a clearance sale of last year's secondhand goods, insipid, all its charm gone. Books were so much paper, music a grating noise.

That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain running down its sides, of the sun or the frost, and of life gradually retreating inward. The tree does not die. It waits."

-Hermann Hesse, Demian, 1918

is it just me...

2006-02-12T14:51:00.000-05:00

is it just me... or could everyone use a little summer about now...

MY little one and I are hanging in there, but it's been one dreary weary time of late...

keep focused on the blessings of your love...

g

The Day Things Would Change Forever - Part Four

2006-02-06T10:20:00.000-05:00

Sorry folks, but I’ve been under the weather for awhile in several different ways and not spending any creative time at the computer, or any pleasure time reading my favorite blogs. Hopefully I’ll be back up soon and resume my normal activities.

In the meantime, here it is... long overdue that it is... part four of my story. I just got it finished up this morning. Hope you all enjoy. For those of you that haven’t done so... you may read part three here.

When we left our new spanking explorers he had tested her limits and she had gone further than she ever imagined she could, or even thought she had any desire to. He awoke a part inside of her that she wasn’t even aware existed, and he was so uncertain that he should even take it where they ended up, but there was something that just felt “right” about it all to him. The spanking beasts are alive and well in them, and their lives are taking on a whole new meaning now that they’ve both discovered what the other had been suppressing for so long.

They boarded their boat and headed out to their favorite cove of the lake. The sky was a beautiful blue; not a cloud in sight. It was a perfect day. The sun was hot and made her skin tingle. Somewhat secluded, the cove also had the occasional passerby. She loved to dissolve all abandon and jump in the lake in her birthday suit. He always chuckled at how free she seemed out there in their special cove as she jumped in as bare as the day she was born.

He had such plans for her, yummy plans that she was so totally oblivious too. He now knew how much she was turned on by his dominant presence and how much she needed and wanted this. Likewise, she now knew how it was such a natural part of him. It was truly what he was about; not in a demeaning sort of way, rather in a loving, wanting to give her what she wanted sort of way. He was all about her, and she him.

He let her throw caution to the wind and let her get back to nature. As she bared her breasts, he stood in awe of her beauty. She never saw herself as beautiful in any sense of the word; this lead to many chidings from him. He always wanted her to see her outward beauty, but as much as he wanted her to see that, her inward beauty was much more important; this he wanted her to see most of all. In one way or another he would get this across to her; it may take some time and patience, but he would succeed. Heaven help her when he set his mind to something.

She looked at him teasingly, invitingly as she dropped her top to the floor of the boat and let her hair down and shook it out seductively, inviting him to follow her. He dropped his trunks enthusiastically and jumped in behind her. She swam away from him quickly, turning to look at him, all the while grinning broadly. She let him finally catch up to her. He grabbed her firmly and teasingly scolded her for swimming away from him. She was a strong swimmer, but he still didn’t like her getting too far away from him. He kissed her deeply as he pulled her to him. She returned his passionate kiss and was rewarded with a firm squeeze to her needy bottom.

“This”, squeezing her bottom even more firmly now, “needs some serious attention, doesn’t it young lady?”

She felt the goose bumps crawl all over her body.

“Mmmmmm” she cooed and nodded her head emphatically.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her passionately once again. She could feel his erection growing rapidly.

“Follow me,” he whispered.

She grinned as he pulled her along as he swam to shore. He spied a log there that looked very promising. She giggled all the way. He looked all around them before reaching the shore to make sure they were alone. The thought of someone possibly passing by sent an electric surge through her.

He propped one leg up on the log and patted his thigh. She knew exactly what he intended for her to do. She eagerly laid herself across his thigh; her breasts free and inviting for his touch. Her nipples erect from the air that brushed against her wet, bare breasts. Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. He softly caressed her bottom, feeling the goose bumps that covered her flesh. Without warning he landed a sharp, crisp smack to the freely presented orbs. She gasped at the shock and sensation that coursed through her body.

“Mmmmmm, do that again,” she cooed.

He smiled broadly. More than willing to oblige her he landed two quicker, sharp smacks to each cheek. She could feel the warmth beginning to build. It radiated straight to her quickly dampening pussy.

He caressed her nether cheeks once again. She could hear him groaning as he caressed and gazed at the bottom he loved so much. He could never tire of seeing this piece of beauty lying bare before him.

He slid his fingers slowly down the crevice to her moist area, slick with her arousal. He gently caressed her pussy that was beginning to ache badly with desire. With one had caressing there, the other landed a quick volley of smacks to her soon to be very happy behind.

Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack.

One after another landed sharply; igniting a fire in more than just her behind as his fingers worked their magic elsewhere. Her groans of desire fueled his passion, and his erection grew harder and harder.

“You like that, don’t you young lady?” His tone was that of a mock sternness.

“Mmmm hmmmm!” She crooned. “Do it again, please?”

He was all too happy to comply with her wish.

Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack

The volley of smacks increased in their intensity. The healthy glow that he loved seeing painted on her behind was forming nicely now.

“Harder please, honey? I need it harder!” Her voice urgent.

He spanked down low where her bottom meets her thighs. He knew just how much this fueled her fire. Repeatedly and with great strength he continued the welcoming assault on his intended target. She was becoming less stoic now, but not from the pain of the spanking, rather from the pleasure that the spanking was bringing. He built the warmth gradually, but steadily; just the perfect pace to build the stingy pleasure that she wanted so badly right now. She was more than ready for him to take her right then and there; however, he wasn’t ready yet. He had much more spanking on his mind.

She begged him to take her hard and fast right now.

“Patience little one, patience!”

Her need was so strong, and he knew it.

He continued the onslaught to her reddening derrière. With each swat his cock swelled more and more. She reached down and grasped it firmly in her hand. As each swat connected with her bottom she squeezed it firmly. He groaned his approval over and over again.

Her bottom was pleasingly warm and tingly, as was her pussy. With the next swat as she squeezed his cock she began to stroke it slowly. She was determined to make him take her NOW. As she stroked, he spanked harder and began to scold her gently.

“Tsk tsk tsk! I know what you’re doing here!” He chuckled. “I’m in control of this situation here, not you, young lady!”

She would have giggled at that had her need not been so strong. All she could do was grumble her disapproval. She needed to feel him deep inside her pussy; thrusting deep and hard. She felt his passion with each swat, but she needed more. She was being impatient, she knew.

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her back so she couldn’t continue her ministrations to his stiff cock. The spanking started in earnest now. He rained down swat after swat; from top to bottom, side to side; leaving no spot feeling left out. She kicked and squalled and howled and flailed. Her bottom was on fire now, and that just fueled the fire deep within her pussy.

He paused and ran his fingers down to her slick wetness and stroked her roughly. He felt her body tensing, trying to fight off her first orgasm. The need for her release was too intense.

“Not yet honey, hold on, please!”

“I can’t, I can’t!” She begged.

The tone in his voice was sure to send her over the edge. His tone changed drastically, mostly for dramatic purposes; to test her.

“I said, NOT YET!” He boomed.

“Please please honey!”

“If you cum now you’re going to go cut a switch.”

She didn’t want the switch. She was ready for his cock, not the switch.

“Now do as you’re told!”

She was surprised at how she held on. He spanked her for another solid five minutes, all over her bottom. He spread her cheeks just enough to spank her most sensitive area.

“OH! Agghhh! Oh Gawwwd! Aggggggggggrrrnnnnnn! Uggggnnnnnnn” Her sounds weren’t even audible.

He was sure she was properly prepared now. He lifted her up and stood her in front of him. He pinched each nipple roughly.

She groaned and cooed and wiggled under his touch.

He slid his finger down to her dripping pussy and slid a finger deep inside quickly; thrusting in and out several times, bringing her to the very edge of her climax. His fingers roamed back up to her nipples and pinched roughly again.

Again, she begged for him to take her. It was time.

He bent her over the log that was previously his spanking bench. The roughness of the log on her belly was actually a wonderful sensation. Her legs and arms were suspended in air. It was all up to him.

He squeezed her bottom roughly several times and groaned his desire. He parted her cheeks roughly as his cock entered her pussy all at once.

She gasped at the sudden intrusion even though she was thoroughly soaked. He seated himself as deep as her pussy would allow immediately. He inserted one finger gently into her bottom hole and massaged gently as he stayed perfectly still inside her pussy.

She gasped and groaned and cooed and tried to wiggle around.

“I’m going to cum honey, I’m going to cum! PLEASE!”

With his free hand he landed a good hard swat to her left cheek.

“Cum for me, NOW!”

He alternated swats to first her left cheek, then her right cheek.

She felt everything in her being tense up as her climax approached. As he felt her pussy tighten around his throbbing cock he pulled out and thrusted back in forcefully. She thought she would pass out from the pure blissful sensation. She bucked and screamed as she came over and over again.

He continued probing her bottom with his finger as his cock worked its magic in her pussy. Her bottom hole was tightening around his finger as her orgasm continued on and on.

Her screams of pleasure could have been heard from miles around. She wanted him to release his hot sperm so deep inside her, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He had more plans in store for her.

As she came down from her pleasure trip he slowed his thrusts to gentle probing. He let her recover and regain her senses before he released his cock from her pussy.

She groaned her disapproval when he slid his cock out. It was still rock hard with desire. She started to rise from the log and he landed five brisk, scalding smacks to each cheek.

“I didn’t tell you to get up, now did I?” He chided.
She squalled and wiggled, trying to get away from the rapid onslaught to her bottom, not from the pain, but because the pleasure was still too intense. She thought she was sure to cum again from the smacks.

“You need to learn to stay put until you’re told to move, young lady!”

She groaned knowingly.

He quickly and roughly bent her back over the log. As her head was going down she thought she caught movement in the woods just ahead of her. It was just a passing thought in her much aroused state. She didn’t give it any more thought, but that would change soon.

Once he had her positioned to his liking he got right back down to business, or maybe it should be said pleasure, intense pleasure for them both as it turned out.

He quickly and roughly parted her nether cheeks and she felt his rigid cock breaching her most private hole. With him taking her this way she was suddenly more aware of her outdoor surroundings. The possibility of someone happening upon them heightened ALL of her senses. Even with him entering her bottom she couldn’t help but to giggle nervously to herself at the thought of getting caught.

She gasped. “He’s going to fuck my ass!”

The revelation sent her senses soaring.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

He knew what this did to her, just as she knew what it did to him. For her, it was the ultimate form of possession. In this form of love making it seemed she could feel his passion and love for her the most. She loved the way he gripped her bottom firmly as he took her as his. There were times she just HAD to have this from him. For him, it was a “claiming”, so to speak. He knew she loved to feel his power over her this way. She always felt remarkably close to him after any form of love making or spanking, but when he took her this way that feeling was even stronger than she ever thought possible. She knew how much he needed to take her this way from time to time. They always fed off each others needs.

After the initial breach he took her quickly. His cock felt so enormous in her bottom. She loved the extreme feeling of fullness his cock gave her. He seated himself fully and began pumping in and out her quickly. He grabbed each bottom cheek and squeezed roughly, heightening her pleasure. With each thrust his animalistic groans became more and more audible.

She couldn’t believe he was fucking her ass in a public area. It wasn’t like there were people surrounding them, just the fact that they could be happened upon at any moment.

He began smacking her ass hard as he thrust in and out her. Her squeals and moans were becoming louder and louder with each thrust and swat and the thought of being caught kept racing through her mind. She was amazed at how this was fueling her excitement. The excitement in her was even more powerful than we he spanked her and fucked her pussy over the picnic table in the secluded area of the lake.

She felt his cock swelling more and more as his impending release approached. The more his cocked swelled the closer she came to her point of ecstasy. She was trying so hard to hold off so they could cum together. With one more firm grasp to each of her bottom cheeks and the last fury of spanks she felt his passion burst deep inside her ass as her violent waves of orgasm overtook her. He continued to pump in and out of her, slower now. His groans and her squeals and moans of pleasure filled the air. He felt her pussy contract over and over again; even as his thrusts slowed she continued to have wave after wave of pleasure.

They both returned to their senses and he just lay atop her gently, holding her close for several minutes. He stood back up and caressed her bottom gently. He pulled her up and held her close from behind. He traced his fingers up and down her stomach, across each breast and down to her drenched pussy. He ran his finger through the wetness, caressing her there lovingly. She cooed her approval.

As she laid her head back against his chest she caught movement once again in the woods. She immediately felt her face flush and her heart race. She turned and whispered nervously to her lover that someone was watching them. He couldn’t see what she was seeing, nor did he care.

He grabbed her by the hand and they ran down the sandy beach and hopped in the lake. She felt the cool water making her nipples erect. He pulled her to him and held her close, nuzzling her neck. Her mind was on the being that she just knew was watching them from land.

She whispered in his ear that she just knew someone was watching them. She could even feel the presence now. He just laughed and shrugged it off. They cuddled and nuzzled each other in the cool lake water for several more minutes until she just couldn’t take it anymore. They swam back to shore and climbed back on their boat and grabbed their clothes.

Once dressed they headed towards the woods. As they approached they heard giggling. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing; there before their eyes were a young couple. He had her bent over a fallen tree, his cock buried deep in her pussy and spanking her behind fast and furiously. They could hear her squeals of delight with each smack. They had to laugh quietly as they couldn’t help but to gather that this was the first time they had partaken in this kind of activity.

The young man looked up and saw them standing there, smiling, as if he was saying thanks. Shortly after, the young girl saw them standing there and jumped in shock. Her face blushed even more than it already was.

With that, they let the young couple alone to explore what they had just found to be as delightful as they did. They smiled to themselves as they walked away, knowing that they just might have possibly awakened the beast in someone else.

tagged again

2006-01-31T15:30:00.000-05:00

alright... Storm Rider tagged (grumbling in my sleep) me, so here it is...

Eight Things I Would Require In a Perfect Partner: (all of which, let me make most clear, are embodied exponentially in MY little one, because she is INDEED PERFECT for me; however, also which could never even begin to be expressed or communicated in a mere "list" or even words)... AND... these must NOT be construed as being listed in some order of preference... read on...

a deep sense of "goodness" and honesty (not perfection)
an open heart
an open mind
a "need" for spanking in her life
a wry and often warped sense of humor
a love of music
womanliness (not to be confused with femininity)
a mind of her own

Five Guilty Pleasures/Activities: (guilty ?? guilt is the antithesis of who i am... love is liberating... what guilt could there be in that ?)

taking care of MY little one in every conceivable way
spankin MY little one's bare bottom
eatin MY little one's pussy til she faints
rasberry yogurt, peanut butter and whipped cream (together)
chocolate anything

Virus Alert

2006-01-28T16:31:00.000-05:00

If you receive an email entitled "Bedtimes" delete it IMMEDIATELY. Do not open it.

Apparently this one is pretty nasty. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer. It demagnetizes the stripes on ALL of your credit cards. It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR, and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play. It will program your phone auto dial to call only 0898 numbers.

This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank. IT WILL CAUSE YOUR TOILET TO FLUSH WHILE YOU ARE SHOWERING. It will drink ALL your beer. FOR GOD'S SAKE, ARE YOU LISTENING?? It will leave dirty underwear on the coffee table when you are expecting company. It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine.

If the "Bedtimes" message opened in a Windows XP environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub. It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk.

WARN AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN !!

And if you don't send this message to 5000 people in 20 seconds, you'll fart so hard that your right leg will spasm and shoot straight out in front of you, sending sparks that will ignite the person nearest you. Send this warning to everyone!!!

THERE'S A LOT OF SADNESS IN THE WORLD !!

Right now, as you read this, 17 Million people are having SEX !!!

And look at you - you're on the computer!!!!

mercy...

2006-01-26T18:03:00.000-05:00

well for goodness sakes folks... a whole new look...

AGAIN *weg*

MY little one's been under the weather some, but we've been collaborating in the background to bring this on line...

we hope you like it... please wish her well and keep us in your thoughts and prayers...

g

ps... we'd like to thank Janeen for inspiring this new site design too... She's sweet and creative and generous and more... hugs to Janeen !!

g

The Birds and the Bees

2006-01-22T09:03:00.000-05:00

The Birds and the Bees - The Modern Version

A little boy goes to his father and asks "Daddy, how was I born?"

The father answers: "Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway!" Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, I upgraded my floppy to a stiffy and then your Mom agreed to do a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a blessed little Pop-up appeared and said: "You've Got Male".

Happy Sunday Everybody :)

were i so wise

2006-01-18T13:34:00.000-05:00

were i so wise

i’d not have hoped
and dreamed
(too) so much

or believe(d) in miracles
(like i do)

or wish(ed) everyone

i did love(d) so

wouldcouldwas
alive and free (and warm) forever

beyond the days given me
that i wouldn’t have to hurt
or grieve

but then

it’s not at all unwise
i know (or even blessed enough)
i've been

to have held on you
and not let go
amen

Thanks

2006-01-17T18:29:00.000-05:00

OK, so after posting my little anger-rant-mad at God-shaking my fists at death post and all your wonderful, kind, heartfelt, thoughtful, caring, considerate, attentive, sympathetic and helpful (I think you get the idea) comments I think I'm going to find my way through yet another death of a close loved one.

I think I've stumbled my way through the anger phase, for now anyway. That's not to say that I won't venture back down that path again, but I'm trying to get past that and look at it in the way that I had to look at my Dad's death... at least he's not suffering now, and all I want for him is to be at peace, and he is. All I want for his family is for them to find that peace in knowing that his pain is over. I know my Mother with be there, in her wonderful, attentive way, for his grieving family. I only wish that I could be there for them as they were for me during my Dad's illness and death. I've accepted the fact (knowing I don't have to like it, but have accepted it) that I can't be and they without doubt understand that being 400 miles away now it just isn't possible. It makes me sad of course, but they have my Mother, which makes me feel just a little bit better about it all.

So to all of you that left your heartfelt sympathies, thank you! You're all wonderful people and I'm blessed to have met all of you through this thing we do. It's nice to know that readers aren't only there through the fun spanky stuff, but they come back and offer advice, sympathy, hugs and so much more when times are tough and not so fun. Thanks again y'all!

And now back to our regularly scheduled program...
(If we have such a thing around here!)

When The Phone Rings In The Still Of The Night

2006-01-16T09:40:00.000-05:00

When the phone rings in the still of the night... when you get that sinking feeling that it just isn't good news... when you let it ring more than you have to because you just know that it isn't good news... when your brain is screaming at you not to answer... DON'T!

The phone never rings past 9 PM at my house, rarely that late even, so when things were quiet and my phone rang at 10 PM my heart plummeted south, even north too, at the exact same time I think. I knew why the phone was begging to be answered. It was like my brain was screaming... if you don't answer it you big dummy then it can't really have happened, but no, that logical part of my brain kicked in as if begging to get the heart wrenching news.

"He's gone", the words echoed in my head. "What?" Is all that would spill from my mouth. Why is it when you know exactly what was said in the presentation of bad news you have to make the bearer repeat themselves?

My Mother's best friend's husband passed away yesterday afternoon after a short battle with leukemia. I'm relieved that he didn't have to suffer, but I'm angry again. Angry that he had to get sick to start with. I'm SICK of death. I'm SICK of bad news. I'm SICK of that word... CANCER. It screams at me from every corner. Dare I admit that I'm angry at God? I am, you know, and I admit it, here for all the world that comes here to read. Yes, DAMMIT, I'm angry at God.

Now it's time for my Mother's best friend to go through the exact same thing she herself has been going through since 2003. My Mother isn't alone now, not that she ever was. Is this going to help my Mother by taking her mind off her own grief, only to find it still there some point later? Will this make my Mother's grief twice as bad? I guess only time will tell.

Now it's going to be even harder for her to leave her home to come to my brother or myself, where she can be taken care of. I know she needs to be there for her best friend. I want her to be there for her, but at what price for her own health? Stress and sadness manifests itself physically in my Mother. Will this bring on another health crisis for her?

I'm sick and tired of sadness, of death, of illness. I have to wonder when it will end. It's been one person after another since my Dad became ill in 2001. I stand this morning screaming to the heavens for it to just END. DAMMIT, JUST STOP! I've had enough!! NO MORE!!

Tagged By Janeen

2006-01-15T18:48:00.000-05:00

Janeen caught me!

Here are the instructions:

1. Go to your blog archive
2. Find the 23rd post
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the text of the sentence in a blog entry along with these instructions
5. Tag five other people

Here is the text:

So right off I woke feeling all out of sorts.

HA!! My normal state! LOL!

This tag has made its way around. Not sure there is anyone left to tag, so if anyone is reading this and feels froggy, just leap right in. :)

Sunday Morning Funny

2006-01-15T10:36:00.000-05:00

A City cop was on his horse waiting to cross the street when a little girl on her new shiny bike stopped beside him.

"Nice bike," the cop said "did Santa bring it to you?"

"Yep," the little girl said, "he sure did!"

The cop looked the bike over and handed the girl a $5 ticket for a safety violation.

The cop said, "Next year tell Santa to put a reflector light on the back of it."

The young girl looked up at the cop....

"Nice horse you got there sir, did Santa bring it to you?"

"Yes, he sure did," chuckled the cop.

The little girl looked up at the cop...

"Next year tell Santa the asshole goes on the back of the horse, not on the top."

Another Meme

2006-01-13T07:19:00.000-05:00

This is another meme from padme. It was definitely interesting to do, to say the least... LOL!

5 Things You like about Yourself:

1. I like the person I’ve become since Guy came into my life
2. My, more often than not, ability to laugh in the face of adversity. I’m not saying I ALWAYS can, but most generally
3. It takes a lot to get me down emotionally
4. That my temper is slow to boil... but when it does, just look out. That second bit I’d like to change I think
5. I am a loyal friend and will move the earth, if possible, for the ones I love

5 Things you Don't like about Yourself:

1. My stubbornness
2. My entire life it has always been difficult for me to say “no” to somebody
3. I hate feeling like I have to carry the weight of the world
4. How hard it is for me to talk about my feelings
5. Feeling like I can handle everything myself, not needing anybody.

5 Things you Wish for:

1. For my Mother’s good health and eyesight to return... which isn’t going to happen, but I can still wish for it
2. For my son’s healthy eyesight to return and for him to stop having seizures
3. For me to be geographically close to my Mother so I can take care of her once again
4. For my Mother to be able to be happy and move on with her life
5. For Guy and I finally to be together once and for all, for the rest of our lives

5 Things You Don't wish for:

1. For the unsettledness of my life to continue
2. Guy and I to continue living our lives as they are now
3. I’ve never wished for wealth in my life, just to have what is truly needed, and the occasional ability to splurge on the ones I love
4. For another meme that makes me think this much! LOL!
5. More difficulties in life than I already have!

5 Things you would change: (this can be any area)

1. That I would have kept a daily journal of my mine and my Dad's final days together when I went “home” to take care of him when he was terminally ill
2. My Mother’s and my son’s health problems
3. Mine and Guy's situation
4. Poverty in the world
5. That my brother would have spent more time with my Dad before he passed away

5 Things you have learned to Appreciate:

1. Guy’s constant protectiveness over me
2. Guy’s wisdom
3. Good days
4. Still having my Mother on this earth, even without my Dad
5. Guy’s firm hand

5 Things You are Interested in:

1. Travel
2. Writing
3. Computers
4. Spanking and sex with Guy
5. Airplanes – Being a pilot

5 Talents You Have:

1. My ability to make friends easily
2. Being a good friend
3. Seeing the good in people
4. Giving everything my all
5. Taking a hard spanking

5 Favorite Things:

1. Getting spanked by Guy & having sex with him
2. Warm and dry weather
3. My son, even though he’s going through the snotty teenage years
4. The renewal of life that spring brings
5. Guy

5 Secret Desires:

1. To be an airplane pilot
2. To be more sexually free
3. To be spanked in a public/semi-public place by Guy
I can’t think of anymore at the moment!

5 Self Truths:

1. I can’t take on the world all by myself
2. I am strong, whether I want to admit it or not
3. I’ve accepted the fact that my Mother may well soon be completely blind
4. I NEED spanking in my life
5. I try to take responsibility for too many things that aren’t my fault and should take more responsibility in the things that are

5 Lies you have told:

1. HA! That didn’t hurt!
2. I’m OK
3. No, I haven’t been drinking at ALL
4. I only had one drink with dinner
5. Of course I called the doctor

5 Silly Things:

1. I sleep with different stuffed animals that Guy has given me
2. I want to be an airplane pilot
3. I am such a little girl at heart
4. I’ve been to an amusement park WITHOUT my son or any other kids with me SEVERAL times, and would do it over and over and over again!
5. I have panties with little handprints printed all over them

Now Tag 5 People:
Any of our readers who want to do this, consider yourself victimized!

Relfecting

2006-01-12T09:34:00.000-05:00

When I was doing the "100 Things About Me" post yesterday. It really got me reflecting on days gone by.

I got to reading old emails that Guy and I have exchanged over the years, especially our earlier ones from when we first met. I was really astounded at the point in my life he entered, and what all he's been through with me and done for me. He's been through so much of the bad stuff that has happened in my life, and yet he's still by my side, loving me more than he ever has.

He came into my life not long after I found out my Dad was terminally ill. Sheesh, I just think back of all the times he was there for me during that time, how he felt when my Dad finally found his eternal peace. He was so heartsick. He was always there for me when we had our few midnight runs to the hospital because Hospice couldn't help us with what was going on at that moment. He always picked up the pieces for me. Heck, he never failed to pick ME up when I went to pieces. I always felt I had to be the strong one during those times for my Mother and my Dad both. I didn't fall to pieces in your typical way. I fell to pieces by withdrawing, getting sucked into all the sadness that was going on in my life, not taking care of my own health problems and etc. He kept me grounded, the hard job that I know it was.

Guy told me from the beginning that he would always be there for me. On the surface I knew that he would, but deep down I figured it would just be like the others in my life that had left me or let me down, but as I sit here today I'm struck with the reality of his words from way back then, and ya know what... he IS still here... with ME! If I sound amazed at that, I guess it's because I really am. I guess I never feel worthy of someone sticking with me through the things he has. When my Dad died, he was my rock. When I was adjusting to life without him (my Dad), he was my rock. When my Mother became deathly ill and wasn't expected to make through the present night, he was my rock! When I was nursing her back to health the whole next year, he was my rock! He NEVER failed me, not ONCE! He's proven himself to me over and over again. As much as I'd like to say he didn't HAVE to prove himself, I guess he really did have to. Not that I ever consciously knew that he needed to. Regardless of whether he had to or not... he has... over and over and over again!

He's been right there for me too with many issues with my son. Through all his seizure problems clear through the recent diagnosis of Glaucoma. (And many more problems inbetween!) He's such an amazing man who knows me so well, better than I know myself. I never thought this was possible, but he's showed me it is. I now KNOW that he will be there whatever arises, be it good or be it bad. His love for me IS truly unconditional, just as he's always told me it would be.

I can't even begin to touch on what this man has done for me in the few short years I've known him, and keep this blog post down to where one could read it in a reasonable amount of time. This is just some of the bigger stuff that's he's been by my side through, and I felt compelled to write about after reading old emails and reflecting on old phone conversations and old face to face talks. Only he knows what it means to me and what exactly he has done for me because I could never put it into the right words for you all to understand.

______________________________________________________

I thank you hon, for always walking by my side, guiding me, protecting me, urging me, nurturing me, loving me, being my rock, and picking up my pieces when I was broke! I love you more and more each day, more than the day I finally realized that I was actually in love with you. Thank you for being the strong yet gentle, loving, firm handed man you are, and thanks for being MINE, always supporting me no matter what I'm doing or going through.

100 Things About me... Us (Spanko Version)

2006-01-11T13:23:00.000-05:00

Naughty_one has inspired me to follow in her footsteps and do a 100 things about me... spanko version.

I started a vanilla version many “moons” ago, but never finished it. Isn’t that a spankable offense? *grin*

Anyway, here it is.

100 Things About Me (Us)... Spanko Version

My first spanking was from a friend’s brother when I was around the age of 9, for none other than being a brat towards him. The rest is history.

I purposely bratted the hell out of him from that day on.

He never let me down on delivering a playful spanking from that day on.

When he was going to spank me he ALWAYS said, “I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank your bottom!” So of course that is a “trigger” for me.

The hardest spanking I remember from him was on my 14th birthday. There was something different about that spanking. He had a stern tone in his voice when he spoke. I knew there was something about him spanking me that I liked, even before that day, but that day I think he woke up the monster, the NEED for that disciplinarian in my life.

I was never spanked by my parents; my father was a physically abused child growing up and vowed he would never “hit” his children, thus never being spanked by my parents.
I was lovingly spanked by my aunt and uncle where I spent a great deal of time misbehaving while growing up.
The first time Guy ever spanked me; we sat outside a Borders Books beforehand, and talked about our intentions for what seemed like hours. I continuously stared at the ground, and he was continuously lifting my chin, making me look him in the eyes.

Before we even talked about spanking that day, we roamed around the bookstore forever, me being more nervous than he’d ever imagined.

When we started our spanking relationship, we never dreamed we’d end up falling in love.

The day Guy spanked me for the first time was the birthday of my cousin and dearest friend who passed away at the young age of 26.

We had only talked for a little over a month before he spanked me that day. We first exchanged emails on May 22nd, 2002.

I was spanked for real issues that day, and VERY hard.

I wore a cream colored sundress and sandals.

Guy and I understood each other’s need for spanking from the very first time we spoke.

Guy and I met through Spanking.com.

The first time we met there were no expectations for either of us. We said we’d just see if we “clicked”, and man o man, did we ever click!

Guy and I both have an incredible fondness for thunderstorms. The day we met, and the day he first spanked me for the very first time, we shared the most spectacular thunderstorm I’ve ever encountered.

Guy and regular spankings (at that time) came into my life at a time when I needed them both most.

Even though at times I don’t think so, Guy is a very fair, understanding and loving spankerman.

We use spanking for both discipline and play.

I am a total brat at times. (I know, I know, hard to believe! *grin*)

I have a bedtime which I totally HATE.

My bedtime is 10:00, which is VERY rarely ever swayed.

I don’t get to stay up late on non-school nights very often at all.

I have major sleep problems, and after a sound spanking I USUALLY sleep like a log.

One of my rules is that I must ALWAYS share my TRUE heart with Guy. Failing to do so results in a no nonsense, intense, fiery, bare bottomed spanking.

I’ve been spanked for this infraction numerous times, as well as the bedtime thing. However, I do much better with the bedtime thing now and only somewhat better with sharing my true heart.

My favorite spanking position is OTK. I like the intimacy it brings.

My favorite implement is Guy’s hand. It’s more personal.

I hate being bent over the back of a chair for true punishment.

When I’m punished I always have to do corner time.

Being yanked up from the sitting position, swung around, and having my behind swatted freaks me out in both good and bad ways. It is “swoony”, (to coin naughty_one's phrase) on one hand, and definitely an attention getter when he needs to get a point across.

I have never been caned.

I have NO desire to be caned.

I’ve had a switch used on me SEVERAL times.

The belt freaks me out, but Guy uses it on me and I’m learning to deal with that better.

The sound of a belt being whisked through the loops is definitely swoony material.

We have several paddles, Fred & Ginger, the CB paddle, a thin, small pizza paddle type paddle, a couple hairbrushes, wooden spoons, a very stingy fly swatter, and some implements I don’t even know what to call them. LOL

I’ve been swatted in public by Guy, but not more than one or two swats.

Before Guy, a friend of mines husband spanked me regularly. (My friend that was in the car accident) He’s a scary scary man!!! LOL!

I’ve been switched by this same man in a parking lot at night time with my bottom bared.

I’ve been dragged out of a restaurant by the elbow, being told I was going to get a spanking, with several heads turning.

I’ve been spanked in a police car. LOL! (I can just hear all your wheels turning now)

I’ve been spanked by a cop. (wheel’s turning more are they? LOL)

I’ve been spanked in the back of a regular car too.

I’ve been spanked in darkened hallway of a mall. NOT bare bottomed.

I’ve been given several swats at one time at a baseball game.

I’ve been threatened with a spanking in front of non-spanko types.

My best friend (a girl and a non-spanko) has threatened to spank me.

My friend that was in the car accident has spanked me.

I have several real time friends that I have “come out” to that turned out to be spankos as well.

I’ve been spanked in front of someone else that was being spanked at the same time.

I’ve been spanked in a barn. LOL!

I have asked a total stranger if they are a spanko. LOL!

I’ve was spanked by several different boyfriends as a teenager that probably had no idea I was a spanko, and it was never discussed.

I’ve been spanked in the woods.

I’ve been spanked on a hiking trip.

I’ve been spanked in a boat... yes, on the water.

I love it when Guy calls me his little one.

The term “little girl” makes me suck in my breath.

“Young Lady” makes me suck in my breath just as much.

I HATE when Guy makes me choose an implement.

It is VERY hard for me to go over Guy’s knee when told to during a true punishment spanking. He usually has to drag me over his knee.

I’ve been spanked over a wet bathing suit. Ouchie!

I’ve been spanked on a wet, bare behind. (Can you say ouchie again?)

I’ve been spanked in the rain.

Being swatted while standing in the corner, with Guy breathing down my neck, scolding me is both swoony and quite effective during discipline sessions.

Guy used to make me keep a journal of thoughts, feelings, infractions and etc. in our early days.

I love how Guy tenderly applies lotion to my burning backside after a spanking.

I never feel closer to Guy than I do right after a good sound spanking.

I’ve never used my safeword. (Not sure I even remember it! Hmmm, what the heck is it? Sheesh)

I can’t BELIEVE I don’t even remember my safeword.

I wonder if #73 is a spankable offense.

Guy has threatened to pull the car over and spank me, but he’s never actually done it. ;) He says he’s going to sometime though.

I don’t think I’ve ever actually asked Guy to truly punish me.

Being spanked while Guy is standing and him bending me over his thigh is VERY swoony stuff.

I have never been restrained during a spanking, other than my arms or legs being pinned by Guy’s hand or his legs.

I’ve never been blindfolded.

Not sure I want to be blindfolded either!

I have a love/hate relationship with bedtime spankings.

There’s just something to be said for going out to dinner and sitting on a freshly spanked behind.

It is VERY difficult for me to cry during a spanking.

I wish I could cry easier during a spanking.

I feel so much better after I cry from a spanking.

I feel better from a spanking, period!

I get in trouble for shrugging or saying “I dunno” when asked a question.

A few of Guy’s favorite phrases are, “Understood?” “Got it?” “And that’s the word with the bark on it!” “Little girl!” “Young lady!” “I’m going to blister your ass!” (or bottom, or behind) “Do it now!” “Just do it!” “Don’t make me tell you again!” “Pay attention!” There are MANY MANY more.

When being punished I absolutely hate being made to admit I need a spanking or to admit that I’ve been naughty.

When being put in the corner I am usually being dragged there by the elbow, and/or being swatted all the way.

It’s inevitable for me not to try to throw my hands back and cover my bottom at some point during a spanking.

#90 will usually result in more or harder spanking.

I revel (well, again, a love/hate thing) in the look in Guy’s eyes before he spanks me.

The words before, during and after he spanks me are very important!

Guy doesn’t demand I wear anything specific when he’s going to spank me.

When we get together he may ASK that I wear a dress or certain color panties, (if I wear any at ALL!) but not just to be spanked in.

I will usually ask him if there is anything special he’d like me to wear when we get together.

I love being told I’m a good girl.

We have a bath brush that’s been used on my bottom MAYBE one time. (Thank GOD!)
I am more of a discipline type spanko, but heck, I’ll take any kind! *grin*

Well, there ya have it folks. I was all over the place with this, I know. Just jotted them down as I thought of them. There’s really so much more that I could add here. I was surprised.

I hope others will join in. It would be interesting to read others. Thanks naughty_one for inspiring this. To read her very interesting list just click here.

Happy Hump Day!

Sexy Name Decoder

2006-01-09T06:15:00.000-05:00

Click on the image to have your own name decoded. :)

I have nothing else to offer in good spanky writings yet, so I shamelessly post a "filler" post. My life (or lack thereof) is soooo boring.... LOL!

Happy (is there such a thing) Monday folks. :)

Alas...

2006-01-05T09:38:00.000-05:00

...I'm sorry to say I have complete writer's block for part four of my story. I've started it numerous times, even been working on it this morning, and just can't be happy with it. I know where I want to go with it, but the words just aren't there. Sheesh, I hate when that happens. I'm sorry for keeping our readers in waiting. *sighs*

I think Guy should write one while I'm trying to get it together. *grin* Whatcha say there sweet spankerman of mine? Gonna bail me out here for the time being or let our readers continue to be bored to tears? *weg*

Help me out here people! Tell him it's HIS turn to grace us with his writing expertise again!

what a geek

2006-01-03T19:53:00.000-05:00

well now... i hope you enjoy all the foolishness of changing the "look"... what can i say... i'm a hopeless geek with a new software toy that creates all these animations too easily... changing the fool template is another thing all together... now that's a challenge for a fellow who reads documentation only on demand (grins)...

we're going to have to buckle down some and do some real spanking content... give us some time... all in good fun, and again...

hpny... g

A Thank You and Happiest of New Year Wishes

2006-01-03T07:27:00.000-05:00

I just wanted to say I hope everyone had the happiest of New Years. I hope all were safe and were able to bring in the New Year with the one they love. Some aren't that lucky. Realize what you have when you have it, and be thankful for it.

I've still been slack on reading and commenting on the blogs, and even on my own. I guess things aren't returning to normal as much as I thought they were yet. Slowly they will, I'm hopeful.

Thank you to everyone that stopped by to wish us Happy New Year. I hope each and everyone of our readers have a year filled with peace, love and happiness. Thank you to all the friends I've met through this blog. Each of you have brought something special to my life. Through you I have learned so much.... so much about each one of you... and through you I've even learned more about me. You're all special people and I'm grateful to know you.

I got a phone call yesterday that my Goddaughter is walking and talking... FINALLY!!! YIPPPPEEEEEEEE!!! She still has SO far to go yet, but it's a start. What a New Year's gift huh? I'm so relieved and thankful!!! I wish you could have heard her Dad on the phone. In all the years I've known him I've never heard him cry so many happy tears. Then her brother got on the phone and cried just as much. All her Mom could do was cry... she couldn't even talk to me. They are such special people, and I miss them so.

My New Year's Baby

2005-12-31T16:01:00.000-05:00

hey little one

my resolution's done

you're MY New Year's baby

AND I DON'T MEAN MAYBE

Your Friday Funny

2005-12-30T10:48:00.000-05:00

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*

:)

2005-12-28T09:00:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-26T13:48:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-24T07:28:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-20T14:05:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-16T10:56:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-12T18:19:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-10T21:30:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-10T10:07:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-09T13:30:00.000-05:00

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?

2005-12-09T13:17:00.000-05:00

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

it's a snowin now...

2005-12-08T20:48:00.000-05:00

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

let's hope so...

g

An Oldie, But A Goodie

2005-12-08T07:15:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-07T09:15:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-06T16:07:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-05T16:17:00.000-05:00

*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?

2005-12-04T12:37:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-04T08:47:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-03T11:45:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-03T10:34:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-02T07:48:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-02T06:05:00.000-05:00

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...

2005-12-01T21:34:00.000-05:00

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)

2005-12-01T17:26:00.000-05:00

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

HaloScam Help

2005-11-30T18:40:00.000-05:00

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

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

2005-11-29T16:04:00.000-05:00

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

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

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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

(Blah) Monday Morning Funny

2005-11-28T09:43:00.000-05:00

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

2005-11-28T08:31:00.000-05:00

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

A Work In Progress?

2005-11-27T10:15:00.000-05:00

UGH!!!!

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?

Haloscan

2005-11-26T17:54:00.000-05:00

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

2005-11-26T12:40:00.000-05:00

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.

in the dark

2005-11-23T19:24:00.000-05:00

real snow
in the real dark

bitter cold

and

broken heart

Michael & Lynn - Part 3

2005-11-23T09:20:00.000-05:00

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.

Ya Think Again ???

2005-11-22T22:30:00.000-05:00

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

Ya THINK????

2005-11-22T07:19:00.000-05:00

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!!!

Michael & Lynn - Part 2

2005-11-20T19:40:00.000-05:00

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

2005-11-20T10:11:00.000-05:00

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!!!!!

a leaf falls... loneliness

2005-11-18T21:00:00.000-05:00

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

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- e.e. cummings

Michael & Lynn - Part 1

2005-11-18T09:30:00.000-05:00

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

2005-11-18T07:50:00.000-05:00

Thank you shyanne and searabbit for this cute little quiz.

Alice

Which DISNEY character are you most like?
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This One Is "Storm" Inspired

2005-11-17T11:50:00.000-05:00

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 this...lol...

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

2005-11-17T07:39:00.000-05:00

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.

Why We Need

2005-11-16T09:07:00.000-05:00

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:

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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:

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

lbl3

2005-11-15T17:47:00.000-05:00

The Reason

2005-11-15T08:39:00.000-05:00

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.”

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