I have been a wife and mother for over twenty years. Now I am becoming my husband's lover, too.
We owe it all to my fellow bloggers who gave me the courage to come out to my husband as a spanko.
I do feel like this is a New Beginning for us.

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Friday, July 20, 2018

Big plans for the weekend

I’m on my own this weekend. Nick is off golfing until Sunday. I don’t know about anyone else but I like my alone time. I don’t want him gone long, but a weekend a few times a year suits me fine. Now my experience isn’t like Baker’s. You can read about that here. My weekend is one of glorious solitude. Going to bed when I like, getting up when I like, eating what I want when I want it. I get to write for as long as I like and when I’m tired of writing I have
the TV to myself … all do to the fact that my beloved kids live on their own and my sweet Nick loves golf. 

I was in a very foul mood Wednesday. Nothing really wrong – just frustrated and not able to get anything done. I was better Thursday, but not in a great mood yet. When I got up I had an email from Nick saying we might need to have a session before he left, to help me keep on track with the weight thing and as a little stress relief.  To be honest, I wasn’t really in the mood. 

However, I don’t see saying no as an option. When Nick gave me my walking orders, I headed to the bedroom. He wanted everything off and me on the bed. In order to be accommodating I’d laid out an implement as he sometimes asks me to do. I put out one I got from a dear friend this summer. He decided to choose for himself. 




He did not go easy! In fact he spanked pretty hard as he talked of the importance of continuing my regular gym visits. We have some big eating events coming up over the next month. His directive was for me to not gain during that time.  And honestly that is more than reasonable if I make the slightest effort. He then pulled out some of our worst implements as a painful incentive/threat to ‘encourage’ me to make this goal. 

I wasn't in the best mood when we began and I was almost surprised that my mood was greatly improved after the spanking. That doesn't always happen these days. I think the hard spanking helped. And I think it will stay in my mind.

If you need me, I’ll be at the gym. 

Thursday, July 19, 2018

TBT - Ode to a Repair Man

Throw back Thursday again today. I first wrote this in 2006, but it's certainly still true. I wonder if anyone else can relate. The question is, have you ever helped your HOH try to install an appliance or repair pipes or such? I have to do this occasionally and it is not one of my favorite activities. 


‘Ode to a Repair Man’


or

How to help your HOH replace a dishwasher
while the pipes under the sink fall apart as he touches them.


Have you ever tried to help install or replace a dishwasher, or some other appliance? I have some tips:

Rule one – Shut up. He does not want your help verbally; he does not want your opinion, your suggestions or anything else from you that requires speech.

Stay close. This is not the time to sit at the computer and laugh your ass off at someone’s post, relax in front of the tube or chat on the phone to a friend. This is especially true if the phone conversation includes how long it is taking to get the appliance installed. (see rule one)

Other helpful hints would include learning the names of basic tools. If he asks for a wrench, he does not want the needle nose pliers. Do not ask “Well, can’t you just use that?” (see rule one)

Realize that 99% of his questions are rhetorical and do not require an answer. Questions like, “Where did I put the damn screw?” “Why is this piece of shit falling apart?” and “Who needs a fucking dishwasher in the first place?” should not be answered. (see rule one)

Try to keep the flash light shinning in the direction he is looking. If you stare longing back toward the computer the light will veer away from the correct spot. If he grabs it out of you hand, don’t say “Your head got in the way.”(see rule one)

Lastly but not least - all finger gestures must be done out of sight of the HOH and comments like ‘Bite me’ and ‘Kiss my ass’, while perfectly acceptable, must be said in you head, not muttered aloud. (see rule one)

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Pup approved spanking

You all know I was dead set against Mollie getting a puppy. And I still maintain I was right. But, of course, she got one anyway. And the one she got is as close to being perfect as you could ever want. 



Mollie and friends are tooling around southern California as I write this. Nick and I are babysitting both the cat and the dog. Mollie’s cat has always hated me for some reason. If I reach to pet her I’m usually in danger of having my hand ripped open. My strategy for this visit has been to completely ignore her and it seems to be working. For the first four days she was here, I put down food and didn’t even speak. Never tried to approach or pet her. On the fifth day she rubbed against me and I ran my hand over her side once and then stopped. She did not turn and try to rip me to shreds. That’s major progress.   

But this puppy, Maggie, is an angel. So sweet, so laid back, so obedient – she is a true joy. I open my front door to let her go out and tell her, “Go potty” she strolls out, squats, pees and trots back to the door. She sits on command, shakes, and waits when I put her food bowl down until I tell her she may have it.

One of her favorite spots.

I do love Goldens and I’ve toyed with the idea of getting a puppy once or twice. I think now I won’t. As good as Maggie is puppies do take up a lot of time and you sure can’t shut the door and head off for a weekend away. I think I’ll like keeping Maggie for Mollie when necessary and I won’t feel any guilt about asking Mollie to come look in on the cats when we take a week-long trip we’re planning for fall. But I think it will work best for Nick and I to enjoy the grandpup. Spoiling her a little and sending her home.

And one more wonderful thing about this pup – the sound of a good spanking and fine love making don’t affect her in the least! Nick had a birthday Saturday. When we got the time to celebrate I waffled about putting her in her crate but decided against it. Through different implements, various vocals and the ups and down, bending over and other movements on and around the bed she lay peacefully in the floor occasionally lifting her head, cocking it to the side and observed us without interfering. To which I say, Good Dog!

I don’t think I’ll report this last piece of good behavior to Mollie – I think I’ll just let her discover this on her own one of these days.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

TBT - Spicing things up

I told you yesterday that I was babysitting Mollie's cat and puppy while she flies off to the other side of the country. She's all grown up now and quite independent when the mood strikes her. Nick and I love our empty nest now that the children have flow the coop - but as you can see here there was a time when Mollie was all up in my business. I first posted this in December, 2006.


I listen to people out here.  Really I do, so after reading Tiggr and Theresa and a few other places I just decided that I would get some ginger root when I was at the store.  Mollie was with me but what
does she know about cooking, except that I don’t do it? She asked me what in the world it was and I just told her it was a spice.  I wrapped it up and stuck it in the fridge.  I hadn’t given it any more thought than that.  I didn't know if I was going to try it, I didn’t know if I was going to tell Nick I had gotten it.  It was just there, wrapped up and tucked in the back of the crisper drawer, and then forgotten.

Last night I was sitting quietly blogging away. Nick and Mollie were in the kitchen when Mollie shouts to me, “Mom your ginger root is still in here what are you planning to do with it?”  Well to
me it sounded like “Mom you left your dildo on the counter in here, do you want it”.  

Now if you have been reading here you know I am pretty good at thinking on my feet fending off Mollie’s questions.  But my mind was totally numb.  I knew I was blushing, I could feel it, but I was trying not to burst out laughing!  Unfortunately trying unsuccessfully to hold it back caused it to burst out more like a sob and Mollie ran in to see why I was crying.  Of course I was laughing so hard that tears were running down my face. She wanted to know what could possible be so funny.  I couldn’t come up with a thing. I just kept laughing and shook my head at her, which of course made her mad.

I really need to remember what Bonnie tried to say in one of her posts.  A belt or hair brush on the couch is not a dead give away to the average vanilla person.  I am sure some people cook with ginger.  But I’m not some people!  Would anyone out there be interested in a teenage?  We could work out some kinda time share maybe.  Think about it and let me know.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Quick update


What’s been going on here?

·     Daily exercise. It still sucks.





·     Helping Mollie get ready for a cross country trip.





·     A let’s clear up and transgressions spanking. 
Forgetting to turn off lights and fan, 
forgetting to turn on the pool pump 
and just in general.




·     Learning what I have to do to dog and cat set for the week Mollie’s gone.





·     Late evening (after dark) skinny dipping.


(Yes, of course that's really me.)




·     Finally getting a little more written on my latest book.






What’s going on at your house?

Thursday, July 05, 2018

TBT - Early morning naked gymnastics

When I put up these TBT it's not to be profound or anything. They're just post I think you might enjoy.   This one was first posted in October, 2006. Mollie was thirteen at the time and visions of an empty nest were far in the future. I dedicate this to all of you trying to do your own version of TTWD while your nest is still full. 


This will be a bit of rambling and not nearly as exciting as the title would indicate. First you need to know about one rule in our house that in my mind should never be broken. It ranks up there with the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. The rule is - Nick always gets out of bed first!

This started out naturally enough when we were first married.

He had to be at work at 6:30 AM and I had to go in at 9:00. He had mentioned, before we were married, that his mother always got up and fixed his dad a big hot breakfast before he went to work. I, of course, asked if he thought she would get up early enough to come to our house and do that. But evidently that wasn't the point he was trying to make. When it finally dawned on me that he was hoping that I might do something along this line, I offered to rise up on one elbow and point toward the kitchen. Actually that never happened, I just slept.

I am not the only one to depend on Nick rising first. The paper carrier depends on him too. It throws the poor man off on the rare occasions when I have gotten up first. When Nick gets up first the paper carrier always throws the paper on the arm of my chair where it belongs. But when I get up first the dummy throws it way out at the end of the driveway! This is extremely inconvenient on cold or wet mornings. I was a bit worried about this when Nick got laid off for a while last year. What would the poor paper carrier do? Nick being the good guy that he is still got up before me. The paper carrier was happy, the paper landed on my chair and I was happy too because Nick often had breakfast ready when I got up.

Last night was a wonderful night. Mollie actually got to sleep early we felt comfortable making a bit of noise so the locked briefcase (aka toy chest) came out and there was a small fun spanking followed by some great loving, so great that we neither one had the energy to put away all the toys. No problem, Nick is an early riser and Mollie is a typical teenager and is never awake before 10:00 on a Saturday.

But the bed felt so good this morning, and he felt so good, and he felt me up so good that one thing lead to another and it was a really good morning. But we drifted back to sleep, not late - 8:30, but that's very late for Nick and of course it never occurred to me to get up first. Panic did not ensue until he headed for the shower and I heard him talking to Mollie. I knew if she was up that early she was headed to my room. All I could think of was, 'Keep her talking, honey.' So in a panic I am flipping across the bed, buck naked, throwing toy

in and slamming the lid and twisting the locks. Fast as I could I flipped back, with my butt up in the air as I tried to get the case back under my side of the bed and my butt back under the covers before I had company. I am really not used to gymnastics when I first wake up but it was worth the effort. 

Mollie came in for a quick good morning without the trauma of the knowledge that her parent's collection of spanking sex toys were feet away . I taumatize the poor child enough by teaching at her school, this is a trauma she can do without!

Tuesday, July 03, 2018

I need your advice

I have a slight dilemma and I’m hoping you all, with your incredible wisdom, can help me solve it.  I wrote this post and this post a while back talking about getting together with some friends/acquaintances from high school. While I’d had some true insecurities about meeting with them everything went well.

Months later we got together for lunch and it was less enjoyable.
They reminiscing were about sneaking out of their parent’s home late at night, riding around and drinking. I wasn’t with them for these events. I had enough sense to avoid them even at seventeen-years-old. I think I grew up before they did. So, most of what they talked about at this luncheon was foreign to me and  very boring.

They’re talking about getting together again at the home of one of these ladies later this month. Besides not wanting to sit through boring conversations of the stupid things they did in high school, I
know through FB that at least two of these ladies are so opposite from me in their political views it makes my teeth hurt. I would never bring this topic up to them, but neither would I be able to quietly listen if they did. 

My question how do I politely refuse an invitation to this definitely boring and possibly explosive gathering? They are asking in advance for dates we’ll be out of town so they can plan around people’s vacations. I don’t want to alienate these women, but I don’t want to visit with them either.

Suggestions?