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.

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!"

Naked rides and weigh-ins

I never got around to tell you about my trip and now at my age the details are already getting fuzzy. I remember being there with

wonderful women. I remember it being hot. I remember some wonderful food. I remember we had some great conversations and I clearly remember several people insisting, “I’m on my naked ride!” But, as I said, the details are fuzzy.

What I am quite clear about is that Nick and I discussed possible weight gain on the trip. He said no more than three pounds. I knew I would gain – eating and talking consume most of our waking hours on these trips, but I’d never paid attention to exactly how much. Once I got home I was right back to my exercise program and we had walked daily while I was away.

I held my breath at the WW weigh-in. I was only up 1.6 pounds and I breathed a sigh of relief. I have not let up any. I’m definitely

watching what I eat but the exercising is what I’m concentrating on. I’m still at the gym four to five days a week and when I can’t bring myself to go, I’m in the pool and I mean really exercising for at least forty-five minutes – not just floating around. I even got myself some water weights.

Yesterday was weigh-in again and I had lost 3.2 pounds! That’s a total loss of 11.2. It's time to press on and keep working.

But I have to go. I hear Nick shuffling the cards - now, I remember about that naked ride thing!

Multiple personalities?

Does everyone else have all these people living inside of them, or is it just me? I swear I don’t have multiple personality disorder. I’m well aware of each person. I know a shrink would tell me they are

just different aspects of my own personality. And I mostly buy that. I went to a counselor once who told me that very thing. I wanted to argue that Cassie and friends were just as real to me as she was, but I thought it best to let it go. 

With the old boss I had that I truly disliked, I let Cassie come out and have the final discussion with him. Man, she was perfect and he and I never tangled again. But I wouldn’t have had the guts to say all she did and she said it like a lady too. Having Cassie as a lifelong companion is a good thing for me.

But when Badass shows up – I swear I don’t always know what she’s going to say. Yes, I know I’m doing the typing but she can just cut lose and I find myself hanging on for dear life as she hits send while I’m still trying to digest what she’s saying.

This was Nick’s email the day after I got back from my trip. That’s when he mentioned I was more likely to complain than to write up significant spanking events. He said something about Wimpy’s blog and Badass had to set him straight. Here is what he sent.

Thanks for your previous input and information.  

Do you think my actions at that time were appropriate, beneficial, or excessive? I haven't noticed any discussion on Wimpie's blog so it's difficult to gauge her view on the matter. On that note, don't you agree that she has been quicker to complain about the scarcity of spankings than she has been to post on actual noteworthy activities?

Do you have any inside info on her recent trip? Was her behavior up to expectations?

I may need to have a talk about laundry (again).  I told her there was clean laundry in the back bedroom to be put away (that I washed while she was off partying) and a day later it is still there. I think she also promised that the basket sitting in the living room would be taken care of before this morning.

Any thoughts on these issues would be appreciated.

Badass replied:

First you need to know you are dealing with three distinctive women – not two. There’s your wife, PK. Good woman, a little dull, but she has her moments. She’s the one who writes the blog and first mentioned TTWD to you all those years ago. She’s more likely to complain on her site and then get lazy about writing up the results. 

Wimpy is as her name implies. She only likes spanking in theory or in fantasies. She’s likely to whine at anything other than a pat on the butt. There are times when PK or I will start something and leave her to take the consequences just for the fun of it. She’s there when you hear a lot of vocal, lots of movement, she says that’s enough before you’ve got the paddle pulled back for the first stroke. You can mostly ignore her, we do.

Then there’s me, Badass. PK won’t fight when she’s pissed. Taps all

her feelings down and holds it in. And the dumbass won’t let me out to do it for her. Anyway… she and I thought you did a fine job at the last session. She had time to think – lord know she needs that. Sorry, but you’ll never be a good lecturer. You can’t sound serious/stern enough for her to buy it and that’s okay. She’s pretty good at it given the time to get her head there. But, yes, you did a good job. You can go hard in the warm up while she’s still dressed. She can take it. Feel free to put her bent over the bed, over pillows, on all fours, whatever pleases you, although her favorite is laying on the bed. And feel free to take longer breaks if you like, relax or do other things around the house. She’s thinking during those breaks. Oh, and the plug was a nice touch, that does seem to get her attention. She doesn’t need a session like that all the time but it kinda clears the air for her every month or so because this shit is good for her, even when she doesn’t do something specific. She likes knowing you still think of this stuff and care enough to do it even if you don’t always understand.

When I'm in control, I’m a combination of Cassie, mostly Sue and all PK’s repressed emotions. PK should incorporate me a little more, but she doesn’t.

As for the laundry. She’s about a 10% forgetful and 80% lazy and 10% stubborn. She told me she’d get the laundry when she was damn good ready and you could just kiss her ass until then or do it yourself (I never said that! I just…) Shut up, PK. This is my letter, write him yourself if you have anything to say.

She wasn’t bad on the trip. She was her usual calm, unemotional self. Only good things were said about you. She really does love you. And as usual she was well behaved (boring as shit), but what can you do?

Ask me anything. I have no problems spilling her secrets.

Badass 

Badass,

Thanks for the response. It is good hearing from you (all of you!).  It is very helpful having this insight into everything PK.  I do at times wonder where lazy leaves off and stubborn or testing enters the picture.  In either case I guess that I need to talk to PK about her need for improvement.

I will be counting on you to not only answer my questions but also to volunteer input as you see necessary.

N

So this is what's going on around here these days. Could be an interesting summer.

TBT - answering comments

When I came across this post I definitely wanted to put this up as a TBT.  I'm not trying to step on toes here but I feel strongly about this and the question I ask at the end is important to me still so I hope I get some answers. I couldn't find the original post where I talked about this, but this one was from March, 2015. 

In the spirit of March I have a question for my readers. Does it matter to you if a blogger answers their comments? I have always really tried to do this whenever possible.  I know I miss some occasionally, but it’s very important to me. I know most of the bloggers I read do answer comments, so I can tell it's important to them too. But as a reader, does it matter to you? Do you come back and read after someone answers comments? I guess I'm asking my lurkers to jump in here and help answer this question.

Bonnie had this as one of her ‘rules/suggestion’ for blogging when I first began and I really took it to heart. I remember when I first found bogs and I was blown away by what I was reading. It was weeks before I had enough nerve to leave a comment. But when I went back to look the next day and my comment had been answered, the blogger had taken the time to talk to me, I was not only dumfounded I was hooked! And I’ve been here ever since.

Since that time I’ve always felt that if someone takes the time to read what I’ve written, and then to go the extra mile and comment on it, I want to talk to them. Commenting and answering one another’s comments was the way I’ve met my best friends out here. I can’t imagine what I would have missed if I hadn’t answered their comments and developed real friendships.

Going back and answering comments takes time – trust me I know. But I feel it's part of blogging. If I don't have the time to answer my comments, then I don't have the time to blog - because it's all part of the same package. 

If I visit a blog and comment a few times and the blogger doesn't answer or say anything about my comment, I get the feeling they don’t want to talk. And that’s okay, but I usually stop commenting too. I guess because time is always limited I’m going to talk to the bloggers who want to talk with me.

I think I described it once as walking by your neighbor’s yard and waving and saying something like, “Nice day we’re having” or “Your yard is beautiful” and they never look up or say a word… I still go by but sometime, but I don't say anything.

So that’s my question for all of you. Do you expect an answer to comments you leave, or do you just leave it and move on? Please let me know.

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Breaking the cycle?

I had a wonderful trip and I plan to tell you a little about it but I had a note from my sweet man pointing out one of my very few flaws -  You are quicker to complain about the scarcity of spankings than to post on actual noteworthy activities. So, I’d like to take this time to do just that.

Many of my readers know my basic blogging cycle. I write about day to day

things, often off topic for many weeks. Then I get quiet for a while, then I post about being pissed and depressed about the lack of TTWD in my life. Nick usually steps up for a short time does a little spanking and all is well for a period of time then the cycle begins again.

Just before my trip Nick stepped up before I went into one of my down times. Actually, he was way ahead of schedule and I say, go Nick! We had a very interesting email exchange. Truly we exchanged more than emails and I had the tanned tush to prove it.  Here’s the email he sent.

I'm proud of the progress you have made and the effort you have made towards regular activity.  That being said, I wonder if it is time for a maintenance session or a "don't get complacent" session.  Then there are always the issues of better housekeeping and prompt attention to laundry If so, you or one of your friends or alternate persona should let me know.  If that is the case also pick a suitable time to get in the proper mind set as well as mesh with all the other things going on.  If not needed at this time convince me of same.

Always ready to "lend a hand".

I answered with the following, at least I wrote part of it. Many of you may remember some of my alter-egos.

Hey honey, thanks for the email. Maintenance might not be a bad idea. My head still isn’t where I’d like it on the weight loss. The trips to the gym are for my other health concerns so I’m doing it for those reasons and hoping the weight will come off too. But while I’m doing it, I’m not ‘into it’ in my head. Not sure how to fix that. There is still a big part of me that wants to completely blow it off. I don’t think I ever recovered from Sunday lunch, I do a little better when I’m not cooking Sunday lunch for the family, but I really like my chicken. I was still surprised I didn’t go back down because I did exercise a ton and ate pretty well the rest of the week. Oh, well.

My focus is all over the place, I always do better in general when I’m writing. That hasn’t actually happened much this year. I finally think I have the story the way I want to write it when puppy-gate burst on the scene and then there’s my trip to get ready for. I know you can’t fix any of that but I feel very empty inside when the words aren’t flowing out. Maybe after I get back.

I’m thinking either late either Saturday or Sunday evening might be a good time for maintenance. I just need you to pick the day and the time best for you and I’ll get my head in the best space I can. Well two more things, I’ll need the blind fold and multiple fans too.

Thanks for thinking of me,

Love you

Psssst… Is she gone? Your damn wimpy ass wife needs her ass busted! No, she’s not lying but she can put a spin on the truth! Yes, she is excising, and

she’s not overeating – though I don’t think she’s had a veggie in weeks. But if she would get her ass off FB and candy crush she’d get a hell of a lot more writing done during the morning time she does have. She knows what she’s doing wrong most of the time and if you give her time to think about it before you wear her I’ll tell her what’s what. A carrot doesn’t do that girl a damn bit of good, she need the stick –  or paddle or belt or something as a motivator. I think if you burn her ass up every three or four weeks or so it would do her a world of good. She knows the reasons you need to do it probably better than you do. So when you think it’s time you give her a little notice and together we’ll get her where she needs to be. Don’t be a wimp, maintenance doesn’t happen every day and it should be something she’s going to remember. I know you like to give her breaks and that’s okay – but let her really know you care. And you can do that by having her feel it the next day.

Don’t make this a sex game, but if she reaches back or kicks too much, you have the cuffs. Cuff those feet together and tie or weigh them down and that should take care of that. I don’t know why she needs this shit, but she does. And don’t worry if she doesn’t say that much. She is usually still and quiet when she is listening – to me or you. You won’t need to do this every day, not every week, maybe not even every month – but probably close to that.  And the dumbass won’t even tell you. Sometimes she doesn’t even realize it until you mention it and give her time to think and realize what she needs.

Should you need to talk to me you can reach me at her email, just say you need to speak to Badass and I’ll get it before her.

Keep swinging,

Badass

PS. Oh shit! She’s back? 

Wimpy

Nick’s final comment was:

Badass,

Thanks for the much needed heads up.  Much of this info matches my suspicions. I’ll have to make some decisions when I figure out our schedules.

I just wanted to let you know things are moving right along in the PK/Nick house hold. But I may need to break Badass' fingers if she keeps typing.

Trippin'

I told you I was trying to make the goal of losing ten pounds before I headed out on my travels. I made it!! Now the new goal is not to blow it on this trip. Nick says no more than a three pound gain or... well, you know.

I won't be gone long, I just wanted to see some wild life in their natural habitat. I may not get the chance to see all of these but I'm sure I'll see at least one.

TBT - Gotta Rant

I'm sure some of you have read this before. I know I re-posted it at least once. It is one of my favorite post I've ever written. This was first posted October 31, 2006, long before Fifty Shades. We all spent a lot of time worrying about what would happen if we were somehow 'outted'. It was a worry for a long time, not anymore, but I do remember well. I'd love to know what you think of my rant.

Gotta Rant

An email from a friend got me all stirred up about this topic so pardon me while I rant but I am just so mad. I want to know where the rest of the world gets off thinking that what we enjoy and the lifestyle we chose makes us some type of sicko that should not be accepted in polite society!

Many people enjoy massages; often they pay big bucks to have a stranger give them a massage. They talk about how good it felt and how relax they felt afterwards. If their friends, family and colleagues have any thoughts on the matter most would think, “Yeah, a massage would be great”. I hate massages! Often people I barely know come up behind me and start rubbing my shoulders. It hurts likes hell! I want to scream at them. If I say anything about not wanting them digging their digits into the muscles near my neck I get a strange look and something like “You don’t LIKE that? There must be something wrong with you! You are way too tense”!

I see people at the gym lifting weights so heavy they look as though they are going to tear a muscle. Runners and cyclist are taught to run or ride through the pain for the benefits on the other side. Huge men are paid bazillion dollars to slam into one another to get a ball moved down a field. All of these people are engaging in activities, by their own choice, that both hurt like hell and are activities that some others would never ever want to do. Yet they are considered normal. People will let them talk about what they enjoy doing and it’s even acceptable to encourage other to at least give it a try.

I enjoy being spanked. I love the sting, I love the afterglow, I love the achy soreness the next day, I love the feeling of release, I love the emotional closeness I feel with my husband, I love everything about it! Spanking is good for my physical, mental and emotional well being. I am not even encouraging others to try it. I am just saying it is a wonderful thing in my life.

So how come I would be the one to possible lose my job if my superiors were to discover that I blog about it. At best I could expect to be ridiculed, thought of as unnatural or perhaps perverted. IT'S NOT FAIR! I am just as normal as those who like massages, lift weight, run or play football. But no, our desire is strictly taboo. I want to stand up and yell “I’m damn mad and I’m not going to take it anymore” instead I have to sit here and type “I’m mad and there is not a damn, friggin thing I can do about it!”

And if you don’t mind if I rant on, another topic we are discussing on our blog is about our sex life. This would also make our friends and family gasp in horror and heap embarrassment on us. WHY? If I was reading blogs to improve my cardiovascular system that would be fine, if my boss or family found out they would be proud of me. I could ask all the question I wanted to and gathering all the information I could. But if I want to learn about my sexuality, if I want to learn more about how this part of my body how it works and ways to improve or enhanced the quality of an orgasm – oh my, heaven forbid! And speaking of heaven, God created our bodies and included in the female special added features strictly for pleasure having nothing to do with reproduction. So evidently He intended for us to enjoy this part of our lives. There is nothing wrong with researching how our bodies are supposed to work.

We are talking about sex and spankings on our blogs. I am not standing on the street corner yelling these things at folks that do not want to hear it. If you do not want to hear my opinions on these topics you wouldn’t have read this far. I know that none of us are embarrassed in the least by what we read or write yet we are all afraid of others finding out, because others won’t understand. I want my blog to remain a secret. Not only would I have to live with the embarrassment if it were discovered, my family would also. But if anyone I know does find my blog and tries to make me feel guilty or threats to tell others I am going to print this post off, shove it in their face and tell them to kiss my ass!

My friends, I thank you for allowing me a place for my rant. I knew I would be safe here.

Still Trying

I’m not going to turn this into a diet/exercise blog but I’ll still come here and update my progress every once and a while. I have continued the trips to the gym and I made a compromise on the times I go. I found a class I like – chair yoga (senior yoga.) Do I

sound old or what? But I do like it and yoga was one of the things my doctor recommended. I attended the first class and enjoyed feeling stretched out, but nothing was particularly hard. Then I got up the next morning and everything was sore. I think it was doing more than I’d realized.

When to go to the gym was an annoyance. The yoga class is at 8:30 so I can get there without having to get up at the crack of dawn and it still gets me home in time to feel like I have my morning to write. That’s two days a week and then I go in the afternoons three days a week to work out with the elliptical machine and some moderate weights.

I’ve had minor glitches in my WW program. I missed the weigh in last week while puppy sitting.  This was my choice, Mollie said she’d be fine. But I didn’t like to think of that tiny puppy in a crate all day so Mollie’s home until 7 am, I would go about 11 and let her play for about an hour and then Mollie’s back home around 3:30. I’m only doing this one more week then school’s out for the summer. But I still made it to the gym each day.

The real WW issues came up with the southern answer to the death of a loved one. Food. We were able to have my uncle’s

funeral this past weekend. We had family in from all over the country – I told you we are a close family. Several cousins came all the way from the west coast. We gathered one evening at my Aunts condo – a home where four or five could visit comfortably, but there were twenty-three of us there that evening and there was enough food to have fed each person there for several days.

I’m sure I ate too much, but I was aware of each thing I chose and later recorded it on my WW app. Let’s just say I did way better than I would have in the past with wiser choices and knowing when to stop. I’ll be weighing in later today and while I don’t think I made my ten pound goal before I head off on my vacation I’m still proud of myself for continuing to try. If I keep working maybe some of the cousins I saw will be able to notice a difference when the reunion comes around in August.

On another note, I was asked to join the June Instagram challenge. I can’t tell you how much I don’t know about Instagram or how it works, but I said yes anyway and Mollie has helped me. The goal is to post at least 15 time in June. If you are on Instagram, please come by!

@pk.corey