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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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?

Monday, July 02, 2018

Now about my third husband...

In Friday's post, I told you about two of the personalities dwelling within my husband, Nick and Spanky. Today I’ll tell you of the third. I’m not as fond of this one as I am the other two. This one often annoy me.

We’ll call this guy Obie, for oblivious. I'm a spanko. Through and through from birth. I want some realism in TTWD. I crave it.  But none of the three aspects of my sweet husband understands this in the least. 

I read carefully on other blogs to see reasons why other husbands spank, not counting sexy or just for the fun
of it spankings. Mostly it seems to be for momentary lack of respect  for their HOH - bossing him around , talking over him, back seat driving, not letting him lead, not listening and being generally snotty. 

Well, guys, I don’t do any of those things. No, I’m not a saint it’s just easier for me to go silent, thinking ‘whatever’ rather than to argue. But occasionally I do things that I bet any HOH out here would have me marching straight to the bedroom for a sound spanking. But not Obie. He never even seems to think of it.

My example, Nick has asked me to turn on the pool pump each morning. We need to run in long enough each day to keep the pool clean, but not 24/7. I can’t seem to remember to turn it on. I forgot three days last week. On the third day he asked,  ‘Is the pump on?’ I told him I was so sorry, I’d forgotten again. Each time I’d say ‘I’ll run turn it on right now.’ But by then he’d just give me a slightly annoyed, slightly disappointed look and be halfway down the stairs to do it himself.

I love that he’s not picky and punitive about every little thing, but if I’d been the HOH, it would have gone something like this, after my hiney was bare and bent over the bed.

“I’ve asked you to do something simple and easy to do. I can understand your forgetting one day – but three days in a row? You could have put an alarm on your phone or you could have just remembered I asked you to do it. I’m betting you’re going to remember after this or your backside’s going to wish you had.”

I bet I would have remembered too! Like Ella said in her post the other day when she spoke about the connection ‘between the brain and the bottom.’ 

But ‘this thing we do’ never once occurred to Obie. I even waited a few days before writing this because he was busy that night. I wondered if he’d think to spank for it later. But no. He never seemed to think about it again.

Some of you might be thinking that I could have pointed this out to him and he would quite possible have spanked. But once again, that would have put me in control. It’s the control I’m trying to lose.

I think I’ve remembered to do it the last few days because I was thinking about writing this post. To the best of my knowledge Nick has never spanked me about anything that really annoyed him. It what makes me know he only views TTWD as a game. When he’s talking about laundry or teasing about little things he’ll spank. But when it’s something like being lazy and forgetful of something important or he’s really mad at me about something, spanking never seems to enter his mind. 

I’m not saying I'm anxious to have an angry husband grab me up and spank me, though I would submit. I don't think I'd have to worry for one minute about this happening often with Nick. But I do wish he wouldn’t be so oblivious to legitimate reasons to spank.



Friday, June 29, 2018

Spanked for telling my husband good-night


You all know about my multiple personalities so I think it time to introduce you to Nick's. 

First off there’s Nick. My wonderful husband. He loves me. He takes care of me. He makes me laugh. He cooks and cleans and does the laundry. He takes care of the yard and the pool and the cars. All this while still working and helping to take care of his dad. When I came to him with this crazy idea – wanting him to spank me, he was surprised, confused and most importantly, willing.

When we began, I had visions of exploring my submissive side, accountability, some discipline. None of that really panned out, but one of Nick’s personalities really enjoyed this new aspect of our relationship.

Meet Spanky. Spanky was around a lot in the beginning, less so now. He could come up with lots of reasons to spank. Not big spankings, rather little things – like anytime I bent over in his presents, anytime I walked by naked, basically anytime his hand and my butt were anywhere close to one another. Now he mostly hangs out in the kitchen where he loves to reach for those handy pervertables.



But yesterday Spanky was back with a reason. I love reasons, but I think this one was a stretch. Show of hands, how many of you have been spanked for telling your husband good-night? I mean really!

Nick has, what is to me, a strange schedule. He gets up in the middle of the night and goes to work. He gets up between 3:30 and 4:00 in the morning. He leaves the house between 4:30 and 5:00. I like him to tell me by as he’s leaving, even though I’m barely awake. I usually answer, “Love you.” He tells me it sometimes takes him saying good-by several times before it penetrates my sleeping state. 

The other morning he says, “By, I’m leaving now” and in my sleepy, near comatose state I muttered, “Night, night” and rolled back over for another two and a half to three hours of blissful sleep.

Evidentially, telling your hard-working husband, leaving for work well before dawn, ‘night, night’ is a no-no. Spanky made this known to me just before we were heading out the other night. Yes, ol’ Spanky just pops up where you least expect him.

But Nick did turn to me as he headed to bed last night to wish me a cheerful good morning!

Now my husband has one more distinct personality. I’ll tell you about him Monday.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

TBT from the south

Just in case ya'll ain't heerd no good southern humor lately...



Two hillbillies walk into a bar. While having a shot of whiskey, they talk about their moonshine operation.

Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, "Kin ya swallar?"

The woman shakes her head no.

Then he asks, "Kin ya breathe?"

The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.

The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue. The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar.

His partner says, "Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick Maneuver', but I ain't never seed nobody do it afore!"