Teen Talk

I had a conversation with Mollie the other day. I don’t know whether you would classify it as interesting, informative, terrifying or what. We were on our way home from school when she turned to me out of the blue and asked “Mom, what do you think of spanking?” Isn’t it strange how many directions your mind can go in a split second? Popping immediately to the front of my mind was,

I absolutely love it! What could be better? It’s done so much for my marriage. All my friends really love it too!

Then I realize that I am talking to my daughter! Driving into a ditch also came to mind but instead I calmly say,

“Why do you ask?”

She began, “Well some of my friends say that they still get spanked. I think that anyone 14 years old is too old to be spanked!”

Well, I don’t know, floated through my mind, my friends are in their 30’s, 40’s, 50’s and 60’s and they are still getting spanked and loving it. None of them have any plans to stop in the near future.

What I said was, “Expect for special circumstances, I believe spanking loses it effectiveness around age 4 or 5. And then I’m talking about a pop on the rear for things like back talk or crossing the road alone.”

“Special circumstances”, she asked, “what do you mean? Is there anything you would ever spank me for at this age?”

I thought this was a good time to let her answer. So I just raised my eyebrows and gave her a questioning look and asked “What do you think?”

“Yeah, I guess so” she answered “ I remember that look you gave me when we were watching that show where the girl climbed out her bedroom window to go off with her boyfriend. I guess that would do it.”

I just snorted and said “You got that right!”

We were quiet a while then Mollie started laughing. She said “I remember the last time you spanked me!” I had to laugh too. At about age 3 she took a big can of baby powder and powdered my entire bedroom. Bed, dresser, closet and especially the dark blue carpet! But I was a modern mother, you don’t spank children, you reason with them and give a time out whenever necessary. So I sternly explained what she had done wrong and that she was not to play with the baby powder again and to stay out of my room. I then put her in her room for a 5 minute time out. Didn’t I handle that like a modern parent? I thought so until the next day when the little devil did exactly the same thing to my room again! I decided to revert back to old fashion parent training and gave her a paddling appropriate for a 3 year old and sent her to bed early (while I had to clean the bedroom again!). The best part was the next morning. I went in to get her and the first thing she said to me was “Mommy I been tinking, I don’t tink I am going to powder your room today.” I told her I thought that that she had made a good decision. Score one for the old fashion parent!

She is probably wrong. I don’t think there is anything she would do that would cause me to spank her. I just don’t think it would ever happen. But then again if I caught her butt going out the window…

U all Rock!

Had to spend more time thinking this week, it was fun. I hope some of you smart people did alliterations with this. I love having smart friends!

Ultimatum – I’ve been whining for one. They just sound exciting.

Uneasy – The delicious feeling you get when you are whispered to in just the right way.

Uncomfortable – I have spent the last 35 years or so being comfortable, bored but comfortable. The original discussion with Nick about spanking was uncomfortable. And I am most grateful for the times my rear end has been uncomfortable since!

USA – don’t always agree with all decisions our government makes, but I love it here and I am proud to live here.

Uranus – I am so grateful that I got to quit teaching science so I do not have to teach 6^th graders about Uranus.

Uncouth – I am grateful for Sar and her stories about Cowboy when he is being uncouth.

Understudy – I will be grateful for any part my son may ever get!!

Unique – Each and every one of my friends out here are completely unique. And I am grateful for each and every one of you!

Umbilical cord – I am glad it reaches all the way to college.

Under (bottom) – It’s the place I want to be.

Understood – I am grateful to find a place after all these years where I feel understood.

Underwear – I have some nice ones but I still spend way too much time in granny panties. I gotta do better.

Unhealthy (food) – Sadly they taste the very best: chips, donuts, candy, snack cakes, Cheetos, suckers, Dortios, honey roasted peanuts, pork skins, popcorn, brownies, pop tarts, marshmallows, honey buns, crackers, cookies, fried apple pies, moonpies, soft drinks, Big Macks, hot dogs, deep fried oreos, Little Debbie’s cakes, sugar pops, ice cream, fries…

Nothing to Say

I’m at one of those spots where I want to post but I have nothing to say. I don’t do interesting things like laundry. I have no real problems with BJ’s. My husband knows all about Sky and already likes her. I don’t always do lesson plans, after 18 years I know what I am going to teach the next day and thankfully my boss does not require them – yet! I do not have a vacation coming up; my birthday is still a bit away. Thank goodness my husband doesn’t play football. But he does know I blog so I don’t have that worry. Didn’t get to the round table but don’t want to switch although he has let me show him how each of our toys feels.

I would like a trip. Nick and I haven’t had much time alone lately. Real life creeps in if you don’t beat it back. The house refuses to clean itself, meals don’t prepare themselves or clean up afterwards (I usually don’t either). Paying the fees to the gym or buying vegetables to keep in the refrigerator won’t make you thinner or healthier. All this seems terrible unfair to me. I think I will feel better once we have a few evenings just the two of us. Meanwhile I’ll keep reading maybe I can find something to steal.

The Carrot or the Stick

Nick said something the other day that left me unsettled but I couldn’t put my finger on why. I still can’t but I have learned to go with my feeling on some things so with out understanding why here goes.

The weigh loss has been slow and steady, nothing flashy, but usually in the right direction. I got a wonderful reward a week or so ago for my overall loss and it was wonderful! I loved every minute of it. So you would think that when he mentions that when I reach another milestone I could expect another such reward I would be thrilled. It actually caused a tightening in my chest that was not a good feeling at all. And a warning voice in my head said “No, no, don’t, this won’t work, stop!”

When it comes to the carrot and the stick, I am definitely a stick girl! The goal seems too far away. I have a voice in my head that tells me my version of what I think Nick is thinking. In case you didn’t follow you might want to read that last sentence again. What it said was “I have offered a reward, but you don’t seem to be reaching it so you must not really care if you are not willing to work for it.” You do understand that Nick has never said anything like this, he only mentioned the possibility of a reward in the future a day or so ago. Yet this voice is loud and persistent in my head.

I will love receiving a reward any time that he feels I deserved one. But I need him to decide and spring it on me when he makes that decision. I don’t work well toward a reward. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. What I need are consequences. I used to dream of that angry husband grabbing me and giving me what for. But really that is not what I want. I just want some definite, certain guidelines. I want us or actually him to decide a reasonable goal for weight loss in a week or two weeks time. I just want him to say “You need to lose ______ amount of weight in _____ amount of time. If you don’t I am going to _______________.” He could do the same thing with household tasks. Not just “Clean the house.” But pick one or two thing that need to be done and what will happen if I don’t get them done. He doesn’t need to be mad. It is not his responsibility to tell me to go to the gym or how much to eat. It’s just like in basketball when a player travels or steps out or bounds, there is a penalty. No one is mad or shocked at what happens next. Everyone in the game knows what to expect. The player either avoids breaking these rules or tries to do so in a way that won’t be detected.

I know this is what lot and lots of you do. And I know Nick might be unsure that this would work better that a reward. But I know it will. I’m not topping its just that he was also unsure when I very first mentioned spanking - would really like it. He worried that day dreaming and fantasying about it for years was still vastly different from the real thing. He was right! It has been so much better than I thought it would be!!! So without trying to explain myself I just have to go with the same gut feeling - this will work best for me.

For play or for consequences I would love to see spankings snuck in whenever possible, early morning, any time Mollie may be out of the house for a bit. If we have the time for a quickie or better yet a leisurely – wonderful!! But if time only allows for a quick spanking I want to grab the opportunity. I know what the spanking does for my thought process. I know it keeps the silly grin on my face and keeps me focused on who I am. It keeps my thoughts focused on Nick and how much we love each other and what we are discovering together.

There is one more thing I would love to have him try. We can’t always be spontaneous at our house. But a good threat from my loving husband is always thrilling! That whispered word in my ear in the kitchen of what he is going to do later when the opportunity arises or a promise of future event mentioned at bedtime or as we are getting up keeps a girl tingling in anticipation all day, or for several days if necessary. I think a good threat is the spanko version of talk dirty to me, so it will always have my attention!

Teachers

Do any of you have any idea who makes the absolute worst students in the world? Teacher, that’s who! We tend to not pay attention, talk to our neighbors, laugh at inappropriate times, make fun of the instructor, and cuss quietly to ourselves. The masochistic who take on this task must be special teacher indeed!

Sometimes they slip; they make fun of their student’s accent. They make fun of their students Internet Browser choice, they ask what is on the screen then say they do not believe what you tell them, they tend to say sternly “Stop, don’t touch anything! Wait!” They tend to laugh hysterically when they ask what must seem to them to be a simple question only to have the teacher/student whine “How the hell do I know??”

There is no real point to this post. These are just some things that I wanted all of you to know. On and on a totally unrelated subject, I talked to Eva last night and she taught me how to use blogrolling and more successfully post pictures. Thanks Ms. Dry.

My Dad

My dad died a year ago today, November 9. This post is just going to be talking about him. He was a fascinating man. My dad was interested in everything! I remember him studying ESP, dreams, reincarnation, pyramid power, hypnosis, all the reading of Edgar Cayce and over all of this, the Bible. He was a world traveler who was always anxious to go anywhere. He loved my mother everyday of their 55 years together. And even as Parkinson’s disease and dementia rob him of so much he always remained pleasant and funny.

Daddy was a WWII veteran. Once he died I realized that I really didn’t know about his time in the service. We only knew about two things from that time, one was about a little boy, Guy Specks, who sat with Dad on guard duty and taught him French. The other thing we knew about was a beautiful girl named Antoinette that he dated while he was there. After he died we found out that he had won 5 bronze stars. We never knew, he never mentioned it.

He and his brother owned a small appliance business that their father had started. They had 5 small stores. My mom and my aunt worked with them. That meant that my mom and dad often spent 24 hours a day together for years. These little stores allowed Mom and Dad to travel the world. They could win trips by selling a certain number of appliances. It is hard to remember where all they went – Bermuda, Hong Kong, Tokyo, France, Germany, Norway, Switzerland, Spain and Africa (we went with them on that trip), England, Ireland, Ecuador, Mexico, Canada and Hawaii and Alaska, as my dad would say after given this list to someone, “Probably other places, but I don’t want to brag.”

On one trip to France, Daddy began thinking of Antoinette and decided to write her a letter. He sent it to the only address he had and it was 40 years old. She got the letter. She still lived in her parents old home. They wrote for a while and on the next year when Mom and Dad went to Switzerland they were only about 100 miles from her home so they broke off from their tour to drive down for a visit. Mom said they had a wonderful visit with Antoinette and her husband and even spent the night. Mom did comment that since she was the only one that did not speak French she could only wonder if they were planning to run off together. She didn’t seem especially worried. The night they rejoined their tour and in a little ceremony they were each given an award for being “The most Broad Minded” using both meanings of the word!


When I was little daddy taught the old men’s Sunday school class. When I turned 12 he began teaching my class. He didn’t like the literature the church had so he threw it out and began teaching all the Bible stories straight through. My friends and I came out of that class with a good background in the Bible! Daddy was a good example for everyone. He never drank. He never smoked. He never cussed. I never saw him angry. And you can imagine living with a wife, two daughters, and a mother-in-law that hated him he probably had plenty of reasons to be angry. But he was always good natured.

When Daddy was in his 60’s he saw a picture of the small mountain town where he grew up. He wasn’t able to make a good copy of it so he drew it. What he discovered, at this rather late point in his life, was that he was a fantastic artist! He became quite famous locally with his pen and ink sketches. He made the rounds of all the craft shows and always loved talking to all the people who bought his work.

Out of all his travels his favorite trip location was by far – Disney World!! He was the biggest kid. They went more than a dozen times, the last 3 times with our family. When I ask Nick if we could take the kids one more time when our son was in the eight-grade I told him we could go, just the four of us and drive it. To me one of the most romantic things Nick ever said to me was his answer to this. He said “We could make an easier trip with just the 4 of us, but your Dad loves it so much, let’s just fly so we can take your parents”. I wasn’t an easy trip; both Mom and Dad agreed to let us push them in wheelchairs for speed and ease of travel. But it was their last time there and we had a ball! I am so glad we made the effort.

It was rough as he had a harder time getting around. It hurt when I had to ask him to stop driving. I hated making decisions that were changing their lives. But Daddy was always a true gentleman and accepted that I was trying to help and do what was best for both of them. Dad and I were with Mom when she passed away at their home. After Mom died Daddy saw her often. He said that she never spoke but that he could sometimes see her and every night he could feel her getting into the bed and holding him. I never tried to argue with him because I realized that it just might be true.

I tried to work thing out so he could stay there in the home he had built for them 55 years before. But after 6 months it wasn’t working. He went to live in an assisted living center that was beautiful. I think of Theresa when I think of the wonderful nurses who took the time to talk with him, listen to him and in general petted him all the time. He loved them. His biggest fear was that Mom would not ‘go with him’ to the new place. She did. He was very happy about that.

I had the honor of being with my dad when he passed away too. One of my sisters was also there. When Daddy died nearly everyone from the staff came to his room to give us a hug and tell us how much he was loved. I was happy that he was surrounded by so much love at the end.

My mom and dad made a wonderful combination. He was always calm and even tempered; Mom would get mad about once a week and stay mad for 8 day! Most everything scared my mom, Daddy was relaxed and confident in everything he did. I know they both loved there kids and spoiled us rotten. I still miss them both, but I am very happy that they are back together. As much as I miss them I know that they are where they should be and I know that they are happy.

Was it worth it?

I know that there are lots of people reading blogs that are very interested in spanking but have not brought this up to their significant other yet. They are not sure how or if they really want to bother bringing this up at all. Let’s see if it has been worth it.

Before spanking,
we had sex at least once a month, I initiated every time I wanted child.

After spanking,
we make love two to three times a week at least. We are after each other so much it is hard to tell who is initiating.

Before spanking,
we talked about the kids.

After spanking,
we talk about spanking, spanking toys, the kids, blogging, our blogging friends, orgasms, squirting, what’s for supper, each other, Fantasy Friday, work, possible road trips, writing sex/spanking stories, laundry, discipline, Wankable Wednesday…

Before spanking,
emotionally I was almost completely shut down. I even hid my emotions from myself! I had Nick pretty much convinced that I wanted to be left alone and since he didn’t know what else to do he left me alone.

After spanking,
okay this is still the hardest but I am working on it. Nick can often tell now when I am upset even if I try to hide it. He talks to me or emails me. When I do sometimes cry (and I still hate to) he just holds me.

Before spanking,
I was at my heaviest weight ever. I didn’t really care.

After spanking,
I have lost 14.5 pounds since I got him to promise to spank my butt hard if I didn’t make goal each week! I go to the gym at least twice a week (should be more) I have had a couple of spankings for gaining. But some really great ones for losing! Nick is pushing a healthier diet. I am dragging my feet on that one but its nice to have him involved. He tells me he wants me around for a long time.

I cannot think of one single thing in my life that has not improved by telling Nick that I wanted him to spank me. Blogging ranks right up there with spanking in improving my life but one would never have happened without the other. I am 49 years old and have never been more excited about my future. We are still exploring and I don’t think we will stop anytime soon. New ideas are on the horizon, we are willing to try anything together (that’s only together, just the two of us; we don’t plan to change that!). The farther we go into this new lifestyle the more appropriate I feel that I chose the correct name for the blog. I feel like we have a New Beginning every day!

Today's Tuesday!

Happy Tuesday!! Lets see how many of us have the same things so differently!


Talk – Okay, maybe type. Either way it’s what we do out here.

Tattoo – In honor of Cassie!

Teachers – I am surrounded by them. At school, here (I have learned so much from all of you that you are all included), at church – we have over 20 current or retired teachers in a small church. I like teachers, they are good people.

Temper – I need one. Does anyone have some I could borrow?

Theater – My son plans to spend his life in one and if he does I imagine I will spend a great deal of my time there too.

Thwack – Isn’t that a lovely sound?

Tiggr – What a wild bouncy pussy! Blogland would be not be as exciting without her.

Touch – Now this one is interesting. After going for 20 years basically avoiding touch it is now the thing I crave more than anything else. It might be a quick hug in the kitchen, cuddling in bed or when he puts his arm around me at church. I love it!!!

Trombone – My twin plays the trombone. I think that is so cool! I have difficulty playing a radio!

Tolerance – I cannot understand has anyone has time in their life to give someone else a hard time about their race, religion, sexual orientation, foot fetish or love of spanking. Differences are what makes the world so interesting!!

Tonight – That word holds such promise!

Teenager – I am not saying I won’t be glad when the ‘dealing with teenagers’ period of my life is over but I am not sorry to experience it with each one of my kids.

Nick is really a T and I love his name and I love him!

Some Hair Color Meme

Alright Theresa, I like your meme - here goes!

What bad thing happened to you this week? A ton of extra stupid paper work was dumped on me on Thursday that had to be done by Monday. It took hours!! I had to stop teaching, get the kid a sub (babysitter) so I could write 38 plans telling how I was going to teach. Why couldn't I just teach!!!!

What good thing happened to you this week? Got Nick a lap top. Mollie swears that we are sitting in the living room IMing each other. Well, almost!

What did you have for breakfast? One bite of a banana. I had to come here and check on everyone and didn't have time to eat anything else.

What is your favorite color? Blue or Purple

What is your favorite fast food chain? McDonalds, I have already supersized myself!!

How much did your last fill up cost you? $42.00 all I can think if WTF!

Do you have a job? I do at the moment, but if they keep pissing me off like they have lately you better ask again tomorrow. It's not the kid, it's the stupid government regulations.

If you had one wish in the whole world excluding winning the lottery what would it be? Well if I had 2 I would use one to find out why Theresa wants me to listen to Nick so much. But if I only had one it would be that all the pretty leaves stay on the trees or at least fall in a nice pile by the road so they could be suck up.

What time do you get up in the morning? Between 5:30 and 6:00. I used to get up every morning and read the paper. Now I get up to check on everyone!

What are your pet’s names? Lincoln, Abbie, and Xander.

Do they have nick names? Not really, but the dog think his name is "You are not coming in here with those muddy feet!" Abbie thinks her name is either "Get off my arm while I am trying to type!" or "Stop scratching the couch" or "Get down before you knock everything off!" Xander thinks his name is "Sweet kitty, you are so good. Come lay with me!" We don't show favoritism in this house.

How many times a week do you screw up word verification? Take a wild guess, I took it off my blog. Trust me I had nothing to do with them. It's definitely Eva's doing!

What is your favorite spanking position? I don't know, that cold washing machine has a certain appeal. But if I can't have that probably on the bed OTK or over pillows.

What is your favorite spanking implement? So hard to chose!! Defiantly something leather. I guess the leather paddle or his belt.

What is your favorite food? Anything that I don't have to cook and any and all junk food.

Coke or Pepsi? Coke products. Diet Cherry Coke at the moment.

What is the best thing about blogging? The people, the people, the people!!! The feeling of acceptance, the feeling that I am understood, the feeling that I have resources. I have girl friend that I can talk to every day. And the best of all through all this I found my way to Nick and I love him more than I ever have.

What color are your toenails? The same color they were when I was born. When I put on nail polish I feel like I can't breath.

What is your favorite cocktail? Not a clue, I don't drink. I used to like Kalua and Cream, but it just put me to sleep.

What is the worse part of your job? Anything that takes me away from actually teaching.

Have you implemented any new words into your vocabulary lately? Nick is always asking if I have checked on my peeps or what my peeps are up to.

It's the weekend!!

I really love the delurking day and having everyone stop by! Please come back often and leave a comment any time you would like.

I have had a very nice Friday. Well not at school, school is very annoying these days. But once home things began looking up. Mollie had been invited to a party and after making sure the parents were going to be there, off she went. Nick had commandeered the computer when I got back (he was commenting, I later found out) so I took a quick nap (quick nap, Eva!). When I woke up he asked if I had any plans to go to the gym tomorrow – Saturday??? I told him I didn’t feel very motivated to exercise these days. That was either the right or wrong thing to say because a short time later I had motivation to burn. Yes there was definitely burn! I think I’m probably going to the gym tomorrow. Tread mill maybe, not the bikes.

Anyway I was really motivated to write today by something I learned about Eva when she did her 100 question meme. Now I have always thought of myself as a big chicken about most things but on one point I really have her beat!

Several years ago the kids and I were off to a friend’s house to feed the cats. When we were close to the house I kept noticing something off to my left. There didn’t seem to anything along the side of the road so I finally turned for a good look. Coming out of the seat belt well was a snake. When I turned to look it’s head was about 2 inches from my face.

Since the kids were with me I decided against wrecking the car. No one had seen it but me so I told Mollie to move to the passenger side of the car. We were only houses away from our destination. As I pulled in I told my both kids to get out quickly and leave the passenger door open for me. I slammed on the breaks and we boiled out of the car. I quickly called Nick and a friend from the neighborhood.

Nick soon arrived with work gloves and a hook. Although he could see it down in the car door he couldn’t get it out. Our friend may have had the best idea – he told us to slap a ‘for sale’ sign on the car and never get in it again! The biggest problem was getting the car home. Nick offered to drive it but I said I would if my son sat in the back seat to tell me if it started to come out again.

We had only gone a short distance when I hear a soft “mom it’s coming out again…” I had had him put on the gloves – in case. So I asked him if it was out far enough for him to grab it and his quick answer was “Oh no!” I’m driving from nearly the middle of the car when he tells me it’s out about 6 inches I pulled into a parking lot and told him to give me the gloves! I put them on and made a grab for the snake, I missed but he went back down. I was near home so I took off. At the house I threw it into park and turned to look at my uninvited passenger. One more quick grab and I was able to get the snake just behind the head. I had it but it took Nick and me both the pull the nearly 4 foot black snake from the seat belt well. Nick released it in the woods and we were about to keep the car after all.

I suppose the basic idea behind all this is while Eva had me beat on math problems, squirting and visits to sex shops, I have her beat in snake handling. Boy, I bet she’s jealous now!!

Talk to me!

This is for my quiet readers, those that never leave comments. Yes we are all talking to you today for a very special purpose. We want to meet you. Remember total anonymity!!

Let me introduce myself. Like most of us here I am in my forty’s and boy did I have to type fast to make that true! I’m a school teacher. I have a son in college and a daughter in the 8th grade. We go to church each Sunday and I take my turn teaching Sunday school and keeping the nursery.

I tell you this because when I started reading out here I assumed that anyone writing a spanko/sex blog had to be a bit strange, maybe a little perverted, a person who might have a few stories I would like to read but never someone I would want to talk with. I just hope you will realize that we really are just normal people. We are fascinated by the idea of spanking. We have been since we were little kids and if you are here you understand what I am talking about.

When I was where you are now I was truly scared to comment I felt too exposed. This was a medium that I had always been warned about. You don't talk to people on the internet!! During all my early reading days I never planned to comment, but finally I just could not help myself. I had to jump into the conversation. That was one of the best moves I ever made!

I have made wonderful friends here. No I do not know where they live and I will probability never see them. But they are good friends. Blogging is a good thing in my life. I would love for you to say hi! If you are still not comfortable then wait until you are and say hi then. Although it is anonymous please use a name, any name you want to make up, just so we will know it’s the same person.

Hugs,
Elis

Lightening

You Are Lightning
Beautiful yet dangerous People will stop and watch you when you appear Even though you're capable of random violence

You are best known for: your power

Your dominant state: performing


I don't suppose that it comes as a surprise to any of you that I came up as lightening too. Just like Lily and Eva. I don't think that the people who know me in real life would agree with any of this. If I didn't know myself real well I wouldn't agree with any of it either.

After my rant yesterday I am wondering if there is a problem occurring in society that could be prevented in part if more information about our chosen lifestyle were available. We all know women who seem to seek out abusers. Several people that write here have said that they have been in abusive relationships in the past. Could it be that some women are seeking what we have here without actually understand what it is that they are really looking for. I really don't know but I could sure see it happening. I know that I was fascinated by the bad boys in high school and early 20s. I didn't ever have the courage to date one. Maybe I was just too scared, maybe I was too smart -- but I was still fascinated. I am so grateful God led me to Nick. If I had actually gone after one of those bad boys I could have ended up an abused wife instead of a loved, cherished, protected and happily spanked wife.

This is only a test to seen if I know what I am doing. Can I link to Eva's site?

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 other 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. I’TS 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 damn 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.

Say... What about S?

S was fun with some of my favorite word of all time in here. And my gratitude for all things seems to be growing by leaps and bounds these days!

Son – Each of my children is a delight and a joy in my life. As I watch this creature I gave birth to become a man my delight in life continues.

Squirm – What a delicious feeling! Whether from a look, a touch or something I am reading it is always a wonderful feeling.

Snow -- I don't care what Eva says. I love snow and it gets me out of work!

Sensuality – An entirely new feeling for me and I love it.

Submission – What volumes have been written to explain what this is and why we embrace it to greater and lesser degrees. It is a feeling for me and one I am still working on.

Swollen – Face it some things feel great when swollen!

Safe – This life style makes me feel safe. I am no longer alone as I often felt. I have a partner who loves me and I feel safe.

Sight – To be able to see the beauty all around us. To see the faces of those we love. To read and write with ease. This is an amazing sense.

Salt – I eat way too much and I love it.

Sarcasm —My old buddy. My friend. My salvation in most situations and an invaluable and necessary teaching tool.

Sar – The writing of this fascinating women can cause me to completely lose track of time and the world around me as I become totally absorbed in the world she share with her readers.


Swing –Minds out of the gutter. I still love to find a good swing and fly toward the sky as I did as a child.


Sex—I was going to say duh. But after Grace’s wonderful post I want to stop and give more credit to this wonderful gift that I have only recently learned to be grateful for.

Spanking –If this isn’t on you list you definitely deserve one, now go back and add it!

School – My livelihood, a source of joy and frustration.

Scripture – Now if you want to do some good reading, please let me direct you…

Sigh -- So many way to think of this and I am thinking of all the good one.

Spread eagle – Do I really need to explain?

I Love It!

Well how do you like the new look. I told you I would be working hard this weekend! Oh, I can’t even type that with a straight face! You are obviously looking at another masterpiece created by the lovely, brilliant and multi-talented CeeCi!! I took most of her day yesterday but she tells me she enjoyed herself and since I believe her to be a woman of her word I will just thank her again! I hope if there is anything she ever needs that I can provide she will just let me know. I have the bail money stashed away but of all my friends out here somehow I feel CeeCi with be the last to have need of it. As for many of the rest of you, I’ll be expecting your call!

CeeCi as I told you by email you are an angel and I love you!!! Thanks a million!

Early Morning Naked Gymnastics

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 the 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 that didn't seem to be what he was hoping that I would get from that particular story. 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 carport! 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 brief (aka toy chest) case came out and there was a small fun spanking followed by some great loving, so great 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 real good morning. But we drifted back off 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 thing 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!

Questions

I have spent this evening asking more questions about more things than my entire 6th grade class has this year. Could be because I am more interested in my topics that my students are about fractions. Go figure? I am playing with my blog this weekend so it might not be very interesting and it may appear and disappear as I try to figure everything out.

Perfection

It hasn’t taken Eva and me long to find one other thing we have in common. We are perfect. I don’t mean to brag it’s just that, try as we might, we can’t do anything to make our husbands mad. We have been married too long, they like us too much. We fear our longing for discipline just won’t ever happen because they think we are perfect and truly who are we to argue with them, they are HOH after all so they must be right!

Eva brags, she said that she used to know how to make Adam mad (that’s just her showing off) but now she has lost her touch. I never learned how in the first place. For the first 23 years I didn’t see any need to make Nick mad and now that I might find it interesting I have had no practice, I just don’t know how.

Will we ever know the joy of a suddenly pissed husband who grabs us for a quick hot little spanking to show us whose boss? Probably not, you can’t argue with perfection!

Cyber Buddies

Eva talked about how friendships develop out here. I know this is the thing that stunned me the most. I came here looking for spanking stories and for spanking pictures. I was not looking for friends, I was looking for anonymity. I never planned for my husband to ever know I had looked up spanking on the internet. I knew I was never going to tell him. All I really wanted from the internet was something that would partially satisfy my longing for my ultra secret desire. I knew I would never have the nerve to ask for it in real life. Reading about it, seeing some pictures was as far as my imagination could take me. I didn’t know anything else was a possibility.

Thank God, and I mean that sincerely, things didn’t work out as I had planned. I have friends in real life. I like the people I work with, we have some couples that we go out with. But close, really close, friends you can talk to about anything – well, this type of friend become very scarce as you get older. The new friendships I have found here came totally out of the blue. I never expected these new friends and I never expected to find a twin.

I think it makes me feel young. Eva and I laugh about feeling like we are in middle school again. It’s like we all run home every day and get on the computer (like we used to get on the phone when we were kids) to see what everyone has to say or what they have done all day. We talk about sex, hopefully more accurately than we did in junior high. We discuss what we are doing with our boyfriends, and what we want our boyfriends to do to us. We have pity parties and rants and celebrations. We all even have a crush on the same boy, Paul! So yes, I feel young out here making friends. I feel excited. I want to get together and have that sleep over I suggested to Grace. Now that would really be fun! Maybe someday.

But until that time I want to thank all my new friends, that includes lots of people these days, all those who’s blogs I comment on or folks I email. I have read on the internet several times that the definition of a friend is someone who will bail you out of jail, but a really good friend is someone who will bail you out, drive you home and say “Damn that was fun!” I think have made some really good friends!

R you ready of Tursday?

Tuesday again folks! Tons and tons of R’s but in a way that makes it harder that Q. I try to pick some I am really grateful for. Thanks again CeeCi!

Risks – I owe a great deal to being able to take a risk. Things like an overwhelming love for my husband, an entire new lease on life and the best friends I have made in 20 years.

Restaurant – Remember, I only have a kitchen because it came with the house.

Rules – You have to have a few just so you can break them once in a while.

Reckless/ reveal – Actually this one is for Maggie!! Be reckless girl; reveal your desires to MrC!!

Rain – I love the rain, especially summer rains, but any good storm will do. Of course I don’t want to have to go out in it, I just want to watch.

Records – CD are great, but I loved my old records. I still have my old 45, since I just found them at my mom’s house. The old record albums were such a big part of my teens and twenties. I miss the large album covers.

Recliners – I sit in my recliner and blog away, before I blogged I sat here and read novels, or watched TV, or slept, or talked on the phone, or held the kids on my lap. My recliners over the years have been good buddies.

Read – I do love to read. Our house is overflowing with books and I know there were thousand’s of books at Mom and Dad’s.

Remote control – I know only a few of us admit to watching TV, but for those of us who do, this is the greatest invention!

Reduce – I’ve tried it, I like it and I want to keep doing it.

Ladies Choice

When it comes to weight loss this week I have great news, bad news and more great news! First great news Nick sent me an email Friday morning saying that he was really proud of me for the overall weight loss of about 14 pounds in 3 months. It’s not flying off but it didn’t fly on either. He said when I got home that after reading Todd and Suzy that he might not have been as forthcoming with rewards as he could have been (thanks guys for getting him thinking!). He said Friday night would be ladies choice! Mollie was at a pj party so the house was ours.

We were in no hurry we ate supper and watched a bit of TV. He brought me a glass of wine, though I don’t usually drink at all but it was nice. He went back to the bedroom and called for me in a bit. He had soft lighting, scented candles a very nice setting! On the bed he had laid out most of my favorite toys. He said I could chose any or all and pick the order of their use but once I chose all I could tell him was when to switch to the next one. This was a wonderful idea because it meant things could go on for as long as I liked!!

I started off with one of Grace’s favorites the paint stirrer. And though I don’t remember the exact order he used the flogger, the small wooded paddle, the leather paddle, the crop he made and his belt. It was superb! The only bad new about the whole deal was that I actually had gained some this week. According to Nick’s chart, however, I am still under the line because I lost over 2 pounds last week. But he decided to finally wrap up the spanking with his choice – the big, mean wooden paddle that he made. So I got 10 of his best to make sure I was going to stay focused on the overall goal. Well that lit a fire on a well spanked bottom!

After that it was just a swirl of wonderful sex, cuddling, touching, vibrators and plugs. Sensations on sensations! We did anything we could think of and then some. What a fantastic evening! As we went to sleep all curled together I had an old, soon to be forgotten memory float past. It was of a time when I always wore a nightgown to bed and slept on my edge. It was a time I did not want sex and I was going to avoid touch if I could. What a change, even in our sleep we seek each other out, he touches me all during the night and I love every minute of it. This is the best thing about winter coming!

And my last bit of wonderful news occurred today. I ended up at the mall with 4 eighth grade girls to celebrate Mollie’s birthday. I actually ditched them quickly (although they thought it was the other way around) to do some shopping myself. I got new pants and they were 2, let me repeat that, 2 sizes smaller than I have been wearing! I think I am going to take the plunge and get rid of clothes as I out grow them. I have never done that before, just tucked them back in the closet. Now they are leaving because I’m not going back.

How did you get here?

Hello everyone – and I mean everyone. I have a question for all my friends and also any lurkers that drop by. My question is how in the world did you get here? I am assuming for those of you with your own blogs you didn’t wake up one morning and say “Well I have a free afternoon; I think I’ll start writing a spanko sex blog!” I want to know what drew you to the internet in the first place. What were you looking for? What did you find? How long did you lurk? What pushed you to start your own blog?

I started looking for spanking stories and pictures several years ago. Found some interesting stories, they were fine but nothing earth shattering. I dropped it for several years and then last spring I just thought I would look again. That’s when I found My Bottom Smarts and Bonnie. I had no idea what it was. As far as I knew blogging was something teenagers did on the computer. I read everything on Bonnie’s site and it was several day before I even saw the little place at the bottom of each post that said “comments”. So I clicked on it and was surprised again to realize that this was a back and forth type of communication with real people. I soon branched out to other sites. I was dying to leave a comment. Everyone was talking about a topic that I had thought about for years!! I had to get in on it!

I could see the comment box. I could see that there was a place to click so that I could comment anonymously. I knew what it said but I couldn’t help believe that if I left a comment, even anonymously, my name, address, age, weight, sexual preferences, and mother’s maiden name would show up on every computer monitor in the free world along with my picture with the word ‘pervert’ written across it. Well maybe not every monitor, but at least my boss, my colleagues, my preacher, my husband and my in-laws (and they don’t even have a computer). Can you say paranoid? But finally I could stand it no longer. I left a comment and waited. Two amazing things happened: the sex police did not show up and Bonnie posted a response to my comment. That was it, I was hooked.

I branched out to Nothing Random, Cassie’s Space, A Spanking Good Time and A Day in the Life. It wasn’t long until I leaped in with both feet and got a blog of my own. I love it, love it. I thought I was just going to get to read and write about spankings. I had no idea I would find such wonderful friends. There are people here in all stages of this life style. Bonnie, Cassie and Sar all their married life, Eva, Tiggr and Grace on and off for several years, I only came out 6 months ago, Lily more recent than that, Theresa and Suzq beginning new relationships, and Maggie – what are we going to do about Maggie! She hasn’t told her husband yet. She deserves a spanking for dragging her feet so!! I’ve met CeeCi and Paul two of the smartest people I know. I add more sites often, Todd and Suzy, Anne Elizabeth and others I will think of as soon as I post.

When I went looking for spanking stories and pictures I never expected to find friends much less Eva, my twin sister (except for the age difference and the fact that we have different parents)! So friends how did you get here? Let me know here or on your blog some time. For those of you lurking you are most welcomed any time. When you feel comfortable please leave a comment. Its fun, it’s private, and you will find friends here.

Brat meme for Tiggr

I couldn’t make it on the trip for Tiggr so I thought I would do her brat meme while she was away.

Is your sink always full of dirty dishes? No, we got the dishwasher fixed!

Is your car in the driveway because it won’t fit in the garage? We don’t have a garage.

Are you late a lot? Nope, never. I have to be there at least 10 minutes early.

Are your credit cards out of control? Nope again, if they don’t get paid off each month I have heart palpations.

Do you love animals? Duh! I worked for a vet for 8 years and loved hundreds of pets over the years.

Are you afraid of some of the stuff in your fridge? YES! I am afraid I am going to have to cook it!

Do you like surprises? Not really. I do better if I know what’s coming.

Is your laundry backed-up? Wait, I’ll go ask Nick or Mollie.

Are you creative? I can be, but my art has been put on hold for blogging at the moment.

Are you overweight? I think so a little.

Do you scrounge for receipts on April 14? Nope the ones I need to keep are filed away.

Do you like pretty things? Sort of, I am not real girlie, but I like things like quilts and that type of pretty things.

Do you love life in spite of the mess you are in? I love life and I don’t think I am in a mess at this time.

Do you like to please? I do like I please and Nick pleases, no one else.

Do you use the “but” word? Not much anymore, but Theresa had the best answer to this questions.

Do you like celebrations? Not great big ones, but with family and a few close friends, Yes!

Are you still paying for the gym you don’t go to? No I usually go 2 to 3 times a week.

Do you love children? Most of them.

Is it hard for you to say, “NO?” Hell no, not any more!

Are you spontaneous? Not as much as I want to be.

Do you “over-goal?” No I just take life as it comes.

Are you always looking for your keys? No, Nick put me up a hook and I always hang them up.

Are you afraid of your mailbox? No, my son has started using snail mail. I get real letters.

Are you often over-drawn? Not in the past few years.

Are you a procrastinator? I try to procrastinate but sometimes I don’t get around to it.

Do you have too much stuff? YES! My stuff, my parents stuff, my uncles stuff, my kids stuff, I think everyone stores their stuff here.

Do you like decorations? I love to see it, but I am not much good at doing it.

Are you a perfectionist? Not in any way shape or form!

Do you love to play? I you are referring to a good spanking as playing, then you better know I do!

Do you know WHAT to do, but don’t do it? Got to say yes on this one!
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Q Day

My son knows that I blog. He thinks it hysterical and swears he is someday going to write a book entitled “My Mom’s a Blogger”. He thinks we are a bunch of sweet little ladies only discussing our children and cooking tips. He was here last Monday and I took him shopping. On the way back he I said I had to get to get to the computer. He wanted to know what was so important so I told him it was ‘P’ day on Tuesday and that was the day we listed thing we were grateful for beginning with P.

You can imagine the look I got from an 18 year old boy. The look was half superior, half condescending as he reached over to pat my leg and said “Mom you’re so lame.” I content myself with knowing he could possible have a psychotic break if he ever reads what if actually write. So as the lame mother of 2 teenagers, I will begin my Q’s:

Quickie- I know we all love the long, slow-paced, loving, passionate afternoon into evenings, but lets not for get the joy of an unexpected quickie!

Quilt – I know I used this last week too, but I do so love quilts. I love the color, the texture and the history of a quilt. As it gets colder and colder I love them more and more.

Qualm - If we didn’t have qualms about some of the things we like all this spanking would lose some of its mystery.

Questions – I love to ask questions of other, it’s what I do for a living. Its fun when people as me questions, especially if I don’t have to answer if I don’t want to.

Quote - I have a book where I write quotes I like. My sister (who writes fan fiction on for the X-Files on the internet) has the following quote from Robert Heinlein on all her emails to me

“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.”

I think of that more and more as I write!

Quiver- That delicious feeling you get when your lovers tongue touches you anywhere.

Quintuplet- I am so grateful that I didn’t have them!

Quirt- This is a special leather riding whip of braided leather with a short handle. See the things you learn blogging.

Quietude – I love the feeling of peace and tranquility this can bring on. ‘Quiet’ is not a normal in my life and when I get it I treasure it.

Quirk- We all have our own quirks and we have all made each other feel comfortable about at least one of them.

That’s about all this lame mother has to offer today. I am looking forward to everyone’s Q’s.

Pushing

All of you know that I have been whining and griping about what I want. Nick has been reading too. When Mollie decided to go home with a friend Friday afternoon it seemed like a good omen. Nick had sent me a nice email earlier in the day so I was excited about the evening. We went out for a light supper and came home to an empty house. We headed to the bedroom and Nick held out the blind fold. I was happy to put it on but when we laid down together Nick wanted to talk. I think most of us out here feel we write better than we talk. I know I do, so I was a bit at a disadvantage. The conversation wasn’t really what I wanted to hear.

I know what he was saying was true. He talked about the idea of being in charge. While he wasn’t totally opposed he wasn’t completely in favor of it either. He said that it is difficult to change gears after 23 years of being equal partners to suddenly start telling me what to do. He also worried about and wanted to know what would happen when one day he told me to do something and I just didn’t ‘feel like playing’. He is wondering if I am playing head games with him. If I didn’t make it clear at that time the answer is - No, I am not playing head games. I do not view this as a game. I do not want it to be a game. I am not trying to saddle you with the responsibility of another child. I don’t expect you to tell me every move to make. But if you want something from me that you are not getting tell me and I will do it. You mentioned 2 areas that you would like me to work on. I will give it my best effort. Sometimes it will get away from me. Remind me that you expect.

He also talked about something else that bothers him. He has lived the vast majority of his life under the rule he began learning as a small boy – you don’t hit girls. He has no problem with what we are doing, fun, sexy, erotic spanking that we both enjoy so much. He is uncomfortable with going too much farther. Bless his heart he has tried to do everything I have asked of him, he really has. And I do appreciate that he was this honest with me. We finished talking and he gave me what I wanted.

He spanked me hard, harder than he is comfortable with. All I could think of was how much I was topping from the bottom and that I was pushing him. I felt like he was only doing it for me, not us. I was a hard spanking and I learned a lesson, it just wasn’t the lesson I was expecting to learn. I learned if it wasn’t right for both Nick and I, then it wasn’t right - period. So I want to say to Nick – I’m sorry. How about I back off a bit and quit pushing. Let’s have fun and enjoy each other. If you are willing we can have a wonderful fun time with spanking for the joy of it and be thankful for the closeness it has brought us. We can keep looking for toys in a variety of stores; you can sneak a pop to my rear any time you want to. And yes you can feel free to tell me to put down the computer and do something around the house! I may gripe and complain a bit, but I will do it!!

After the spanking we made love and snuggle for a while. Nick got up before I did and covered me with our softest quilt. I don’t know exactly what happened then. Did I just go to sleep? Did I lose consciousness? When I finally ‘came to’ I felt like I had experienced the best sleep of my life. I don’t know if I was in the world or not.

I love my husband. As I think back over the past 6 months I cannot believe the changes in my life. I owe all of this to Nick. His willingness to accept my feeling, my ideas, my friends (we talk about you guys a lot) and to be honest with me when he is uncomfortable makes me a happy women. I spend a lot of my day thinking of him. He keeps a grin on my face enough to really annoy my fellow teacher. I am the most contend I have ever been in my life. I find great joy in blogging and I realize the blogging is what got all this started, but the most important thing is the relationship and how we have grown into a real couple. Blogging got this started but we are the prize.

Happy Birthday, PAUL!

Paul, my friend,
You came to my site the first time I ever posted. I told you then that I felt like I had been visited by royalty. I still feel that way every time you come by. I wonder if you have any idea that love and respect I have for you. Your marriage was and is the ideal that we all look to. We see that an old fashion marriage can be just as wonderful as we imagine.

You are unique in our blogging world! Is it any wonder we all love to read your Gratitude Tuesday list? It is another view into the mind and heart of someone we all want to know better. I know we are the ones who should be giving you gifts but I am going to ask one from you to the rest of us. How about a story or two sometimes? I can come up with more than 2 dozen places you could post them and I am not even thinking hard yet. You already give us so much of your time and I know you don’t want to do a blog full time but we will take anything we can get!

I would love to fly across the pond to give you the biggest hug in the world. I wonder how Mel would have felt knowing so many women have such feelings for you. I can picture her laughing and saying “Sorry girls, he’s all mine!”

Happy Birthday!

Elis

Stolen teen meme

Oh why not , I can be just as immature as everyone else here goes--

1. Are you wearing shoes? I am not at work or church so no.

2. What color is your backpack? It’s black and purple.

3. Are you sick? Nope, feeling pretty good at the moment!

4. Is the bathroom door open? Unless one of the cats has pushed it close, yes.

5. Are you on a laptop? Yes! And I love it. It even went with us on vacation this last time.

6. Are you watching MTV? Nope, M.A.S.H.

7. Are you smiling? Yes I am, it’s been a nice evening.

8. Do you have on eyeliner? Don’t own any.

9. Are you blonde? Since God and I are fighting over the color (He wants gray I want anything else) I could be blonde at some future date, but not at this moment.

10. Are you in high school? I teach at my old high school, it’s a middle school now. Does that count??

11. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Nick doesn’t let me date.

12. What is your favorite name? I love my son’s name is my favorite.

13. Does your school start in August? Yes, but it used to start in July when I was teaching year-round school and I loved it!

14. What was the last thing you said to a mate? Night honey.

15. Is your ear pierced? Actually they both are.

16. Do you live in Florida? Nope, born and raised in the same little town. I’m staying.

17. Do you type with your feet? No but maybe I will learn to walk on my hands?

18. Have you dyed your hair red? Yes. I did it to get Mollie to get off my back about it but I really liked it.

19. Are you tired? It’s almost midnight, I am very tired.

20. Are you "Fake" at times? Who isn’t.

21. Is Alcohol Bad for the Soul? Can be.

22. Are you bored? Not anymore!!

23. What time is it? 11:50 PM

24. Chocolate or peanut butter? Chocolate only! I do not like peanut butter!!

25. How many kids would you like? 2 just like I have!

26. Possible girl names- Well I someday want another kitten, I had planned on naming her Grace. But now that I have a friend named Grace I’m not sure.

27. Possible Boy names- Don’t want any boy pets.

28. What is your computer? These days its one of my favorite toys of all time.

29. Ever been through or to Detroit? Not that I remember.

30. What color is your toothbrush? Blue and white.

31. Do you think abortion is good or bad? I think it’s horrible. The only thing worse is the thought of old male politicians trying to make the decision for me or any other women.

32. Are you depressed right now? No. I am actually happier than I have ever been.

Mothering

Nick was very receptive to my post. He may not understand everything (I don’t either) but he is willing to explore and what more could anyone ask. We shall see when we get some time alone.

I wanted to let you all know that for all that I say I never do anything around here I am a good mother. I know that there are certain skills I need to teach my daughter. The other night I wanted to go the gym and I ask Mollie if she would handle supper for us and told her when I would be home. She seemed pleased to be given the responsibility. Off I went to the gym. When I got back Nick was home and told me about supper. Mollie had taken full charge by looking up the number of the pizza place and ordering supper delivered. I realized that I was indeed being irresponsible in her domestic training. I called Mollie in and told her I hadn’t expected her use that method to get supper. I told her she was nearly 14 and I didn’t think there any reason to waste time with the phone book, it was high time she had the pizza place on her speed dial! And you guy thought I was teaching her nothing!

What I Need!

I’ve got an idea. Now that I have got Nick’s attention let me explain. Think back to the 6th grade. The rowdy kid always got sent outside to stand in the hall. I don’t do that because rowdy or not it’s my job to teach the little buggers. But sometimes when a child has been out for a day I will let them work on the assignment in the hall while we are checking it in the room. To prevent them from being fussed at in case the principal walks down the hall I give them a bright pink card that says “I am not in trouble”. This morning as I was coming awake, through the cobwebs, I thought to myself, I need a sign that says “You are in trouble!” Then I thought, why not?

I’ve told you I am no good at being bratty. It is not in my nature (although in my mind I have my moments). Nick and I don’t fight and I don’t want to. I know it’s not what I do that annoys Nick it all the stuff I don’t do. And here he has tons to choose from! Friday evening I was deep into blogland while Nick was cleaning in the kitchen. He asked if there was anything in the family room to go in the dishwasher. I said yeah, there was a glass. But did I get up and take in to him –no, I was blogging. I could tell when he came to get the glass that he was a bit pissed but I didn’t pay a lot of attention. Later that night when I got a short, mild spanking he mentioned it, but there was nothing to make me take too much notice.

I don’t think Nick has any idea the power I am trying to give him. Our son was home so he couldn’t have done anything at the time, but if we had been alone I would have liked him to tell me to put the computer down (I would have) and bring the glass to the kitchen then use what ever was available to bust my ass for not bringing it in the first place. I guess this is my way of being bratty. I do whatever I want to do and ignore everything else because I know he won’t do anything about it anyway.

Since Nick has an extremely forgiving nature he just doesn’t stay mad or hold all these things that I don’t do in his mind, so back to the ‘you’re in trouble’ cards. With Mollie living at home we can’t take care of things as they happen (unless we were to get lucky like Grace and Bossman did). But if some things really annoys him, or he has asked me to take care of something that I just don’t get around to he can hand me a little card (we can put a few at various places in the house). A short note can quietly let me know what he is finally bugged about. When I get a card I would need to take it and put it somewhere in the bedroom. Then when we get time and have our privacy we could take care of – whatever. Too much topping? I don’t know. Nick is pretty good at taking an idea and putting his own twist on things. I don’t want him mad or upset. That’s not his way or what I need. But I need … something.

I find myself envying Grace, Eva, Patty and Suzy(Todd). Reading their post hasn’t caused this yearning but they state it very well. I’ve asked him to read these and he is so good to read what I suggest. That does wonders for me. I am always afraid that one day he is going to say he’s not interested in reading any more. I liked what Todd said, this type of spanking may be rare but the option is there when he feel it is necessary.

And in case Nick is wondering how this will improve things if I like spankings,well... 0ne, I would hope the spanking itself would be something to avoid in the extremely near future. Two, the after effects make me want to do better. To let him know I appreciate what he is dong and that he is willing to follow through. I have tried to tell him before, I am willing to do whatever he asks. I can say this with confidence because I know him and he will be completely reasonable in his requests.

We are still working on the weight and I want to continue that and truly keep losing. But some weeks you can really try hard and still not lose. He can tell each week if I have really been trying and so far in 3 months I have only missed goal once. I don’t want to fool around with the weight thing. That is important to both of us. The household stuff, well that’s different. Will I try to test him? Probably! I just want him to remember that the spankings are what got us to this good place. My body was always here, the spankings assure that my mind is here too and we all know that that is the most powerful sexual organ.

Let's hear it for the P's

There are so many good P work that I am grateful for that I had to cut my list down to a reasonable number. I am grateful for so many things but especially these --


Paul – our best source of wisdom and reason in a sea of estrogen.

Pain – you all know exactly what I mean, it needs no explanation.

Privacy – for those of us with kids still at home this is a rare gift.

Passion – I want passion in so many area of my life, I want passion for my work, my play, my kids, and especially for my wonderful husband.

Partner – this word encompasses so many ideas, a friend, a co-parent, a lover. This is the person you trust with your life and ideas. This is the one who will always be there for you.

Patchwork quilt – I love my soft, well worn patchwork quilts that have been passed on to me from loved ones gone. The beauty and love they hold keep me warm.

Photography – a former love and one that I hope to renew soon.

Post – I love when I have something to post. I love hearing from my friends when I do.

Postwar – I can’t wait for our country to get to this part of our history!

Play – I am grateful went we get the chance to play. We don’t often enough, but it’s wonderful when we do.

Pancreas – so many are plagued with diabetes. I am grateful that this part of my anatomy is working as it should.

Pieces – a wonderful blog and gateway to some of the best stories I’ve ever read!

Penis – I am dying to hear what everyone says here. Men and women and the way they fit together is fantastic! My compliments to our Creator!

math torture/problem

At a recent spanko gathering of less than 2 dozen, 3/5 of the women were married and 2/3 of the men were married. All of the married attended with their spouses.

How many single men and women were attending looking for potential partners?

(This is paraphrased from recent newspaper filler)

So don’t blame me. This is Nick’s doing and I have nothing to do with it!! Yes I teach math. Ask me anything through the 6th grade curriculum and I can do it and explain it to you and your kids. Past the 6th grade – ask Eva or Nick. Nick will give me the answer to post in a day or so, until then I won’t give it another thought!

Bike trip

Everyone should have a day like I did today. Nick and I went for a bike ride along with Nick’s sister and her husband. Have any of you heard of the Virginia Creeper Trail? We rent bikes in Damascus, Va. and then they take us up the mountain to the trail which is an old railroad grade. It’s just a gradual downhill trail for 17 miles back to Damascus. This is the third time we have been on this trip and I’m ready to go back. It was incredibly beautiful.

Today was everything a day in the mountains should be. On the drive up we passed through beautiful little valleys dotted with farm houses and barns. There was mist in most of the valleys and the trees showed as much red, orange and gold as green. At one point we even saw a rainbow, very unusual for the morning. This was the first cold snap when we got out to ride the temperature was a crisp 44 degrees. But we were dressed for the weather and off we went!

I wish I could describe just how perfect it was. The trail is hard packed, fine gravel, very quiet. Often leaves were swirling through the air. Most of the time we were traveling beside rushing water, sometimes we would cross over bridges over deep gorges full of huge bolder and white water. So quiet, so peaceful, always a gorgeous view, and I mean always because I was riding behind Nick and he has the cutest butt! Anyway…

We were about half way down when my brother-in-law held up his hand to tell us to be quiet. Standing on the trail was a doe. She seemed totally calm as she watched us. She turned and walked into the stream to take a drink then looked back at us and walked off into the woods. I told you, it was just a magical day. We had a bit of rain, fog and sunshine. We ever stopped at a café near the bottom of the trail for chocolate cake. Could a day be anymore perfect?

The worse thing and the best thing on the trip was that we didn’t have a camera. I really missed the camera because there were so many images I wanted to capture, to keep and to share. But at the same time without the camera I was really able to see everything for myself. Years ago Nick and I took many picture trips and they were great but sometimes I got home and realized I hadn’t spent any time just looking for myself. I am hoping that we will get a digital camera for Christmas for the two of us. After we do I will learn how to post them and go to town. But I hope I can remember to stop and look for myself too.

Lost

I am just posting this to see if my blog comes up. I swear I left it right here yesterday. I did neglect it for one day, but come on! I remember that Cassie's wandered away one day but came back the next. If anyone sees mine, pop its butt and send it home. Thanks

I promise I'm not crazy!

Eva described mind blogging the other day. I am sure it is something that we all do without even thinking about it, but I know that I hold the gold medal. I know I’ve been doing it the longest. I have a first memory of mind blogging at age 11 (Yea, I know this pre-dates computers, but it’s the same idea). It wasn’t just daydreaming. I created a story, an alternate life. I added to it, refined it and polished it all through my teens and early 20. I don’t know why I started it, I had a great childhood, but the idea of spanking was not in my real life and I craved it. This was the only way. Unfortunately it was also a trap.

You don’t need to get the rubber room ready for me yet. Actually mind blogging, as I do it now, is the healthiest thing I have done in 30 years. I use it now to enhance my real life, to enrich my life with Nick and connect with other people. The way I used it before was unhealthy but I couldn’t stop. Talk about being a control freak, I created an entire world where I controlled every aspect. What happened, what was worn, what was said – everything was exactly the way I wanted it. If I was bored, scared, worried, uncomfortable, whatever – I just slipped over. Why deal with reality when perfection is just a thought away!

Unfortunately I gave her all my good traits and didn’t keep what I needed for myself. She was the one with the fire and passion, the fighter, the talent, everything. I just thought it. I only told two other people about this; a counselor I saw for a while and a close friend. Both told me it was bad for me and tried to get me to stop. My friend coined the term mind fucking (I refined it to the more accurate mind blogging now). But sometimes we would be together and she would yell “Damn it, you’re mind fucking again, come back to reality!” Excellent advice, but nearly impossible to take. Any addiction is hard to give up – but one that lives in my head. How was I supposed to keep away from it?

I don’t mean that I didn’t live my life. I did! I married, had kids, friend, a career but always, always I spent time ‘over there’. Not very fair to Nick; how to compete with the perfect scenario when he didn’t even know it existed!! And since I was going over so often there was no reason to work on reality; the other ‘reality’ was already there and handy.

If I didn’t have a handle on this now believe me I would never be saying a word here or anywhere else. Much of why I am writing this is to point out the power of blogging. Every month of my life since the age of 12, I spent time ‘there’, often weekly or daily. That’s over 35 years. I started reading blogs in May, commenting in June and had my own blog in July. I haven’t been ‘over there’ since I got the nerve to leave my first comment. That’s 4 months!! I have no desire to go, I like it here better. I am using the time and energy I wasted there to make real life better. I am taking back what I gave to her – the passion first, maybe even some of the bratty way someday! Poor ol’ Nick may really have his hands full if we totally merge!

We talk about real life and the blogging world as if they are different things. Blogging has given me back my real life. Thanks folks, I’m really enjoying it!!

Wear clean underwear

I had a bit of a panic attack at the doctor’s office yesterday. I have a rash on both my wrists that seems to be getting worse so I thought I would have it checked out. The doctor thinks it’s poison oak possible from one of out cats, but I don’t think so. I usually do this once or twice a year, just on my wrists.

Whatever -- I just want it gone. One wrist is really bad so she put me on antibodies and gave me something for the itching but she also said that a shot of steroid would help. Okay fine no problem. Until the nurse comes in and says that she needs to give the shot in my butt. Now I still have a few stray bruises on my behind and while I am a bit proud of them, I have no desire to share with other.

Do you know how quickly imaginary conversations can go through your mind? If she saw anything and asked “How did you get that bruise?” What was my best answer “Paddle or belt – I just can’t remember!” No worries if she saw anything she made no comment. But it reminded me of my mother saying always wear clean underwear; you never know when you might have to go to the doctor. It just caused me to think of ways we could be embarrassed that I never even thought of. We might forgo the hard stuff if I have a physical pending! What an interesting lifestyle we lead!

It's Tuesday!

It’s Tuesday again! I love Tuesdays! With a nod to CeeCi, here goes!

Orgasm
Orgasm
Orgasm
Orgasm
Orgasm – multiple is the only way to go!

Obey – It’s what I want to be asked to do. It is what I want to be expected to do. If we ever renew our wedding vows it is what I will promise to do.

Observe – I love to sit and watch sometimes. Not drawn into a discussion or a situation but to just be a observer.

Occasion – I love special occasions. I like people to get together and have a good time.

Ocean – The beauty, the power, the feel. Who doesn’t love sitting on the beach watching the waves crash?

Ogre – I loved Shrek!

Old-fashion – Isn’t that what we dream about, an old-fashion marriage. At least there are many aspects that I think I would love.

Opinion -- Of course I have an opinion on everything. But I love to hear the opinions of others too.

And last but not least --

‘Ode to a Repair Man’ or ‘How to help you 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 you help verbally; he does not want your opinion, your suggestions or anything else from you that requires speech!

Do 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’ are perfectly acceptable but they must be said in you head, not muttered aloud! (see rule one)

Oh, did I tell you guy that Nick got the dishwasher back in last night?

My turn to brag...

I got to see my boy this weekend!! He was in Macbeth at his college. When we got to the theater he was one of the dead bodies lying on the stage (this wasn’t his only part). After six week without seeing him I was ready to go on stage and hug him. Nick said that might not be the best thing to do! He had a small part but they had died his hair blond to match his father hair in the play and you could easily tell that they were father and son. He, of course, was by far the best one in the play!

He is really into theater. He got in this play and has done another one down there in a workshop. He has auditioned for a part in a student produced film where he got good feed back on the audition. He is trying to get into the Bachelor of Fine Arts (BFT). His college only takes 12 students into this program each year. He will know something by Christmas.

There is also a student theater flyer that was posted all around campus that featured my son as a “someone to know” in the theater. They were posted in the bathroom too which was the first place I saw it and nearly ran out of the stall to tell the family what I had seen. I loved standing off to he side and seeing others come and hug him and congratulate him and I was so proud when he would bring them over so they could meet Nick and me. All in all it was a wonderful weekend!


Now Friday night before we saw the boy, well that was our time! Couldn’t make the noise I would have liked at bed time but the loving couldn’t have been better!! So I figured that my gg reward for losing weight would have to wait until another time. At least that was what I thought until I heard the bedroom door latch about 4:30 AM.

When that bedroom door latches I am wide awake but I burrowed down deeper into the bed. Nick pulled back the cover and started on my bottom with something, but I couldn’t tell what. I was nice and a nice little burn was building up. It didn’t take too long to move on to other activities (it was the middle of the night!). Afterwards I looked to see what he had been spanking with. It was a crop, but it was not exactly like any crop you have seen. We are planning to get one someday and I know we could order one but we just want to look for one together. Meanwhile, Nick had made one! This man is creative when it comes to creating spanking toys. He has made a flogger and a wicked paddle and now a crop. He had braided the leather all the way down the handle and it had a good little flap on the end. It’s really beautiful. I’m so glad I’m married to a creative man!