What's in a name?

I found the first two of these over at Sky’s site and the last one at Suzq’s. I think the last one is pretty accurate. Try these for yourself. Detail on the new toys coming soon! What PK Elis Means

P is for Posh K is for Kind E is for Earthy L is for Liberal I is for Impressive S is for Slippery

What Does Your Name Mean?

Get Your Sexy Name

You Follow Your Head

You're rational, collected, and logical. Generally, it takes you quite a while to fall in love. In fact, you've even been accused of being very picky. While you're cool, you're not ice cold. You just know what you want, and don't mind waiting to get it.

Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?

Gee, thanks Twin!

If you haven’t read my twin’s tattling post, go do that now, then come back! You might be thinking with friends like this… But it’s not quite like that. These vicious truths she is spreading about me are not exactly secrets to Nick. That’s the thing, he is completely aware of my shortcomings and still things I am absolute perfect!

About the toys I asked for for Valentine’s Day, yes he did say one, and yes I did whine and beg for all three, but ultimately the choice to order all three was his! I just found this out for sure when we took an early Valentine’s Day today since we had several hours alone this morning. More details about this in a later post.

About the blood, I did NOT try to get them to take 2 pints. I was begging for a gallon. Didn’t work, they only took one pint and trust me that dose did absolutely nothing for weight loss!

You think Nick was shocked that I whined to Eva when he told me to put away the laundry, hardly! He knows I whine to her about everything but I whined about the laundry to him too. And I had to whine fast because it only took me about 5 minutes.

Now about the gym, yes she got the quote right and it was true but after we talked I went in and worked my butt off! I had told her about a time when I did go to the gym one night when it was very cold and very crowded and decided to take a nap in my car instead of going in. But that was a loooooong time ago and of course I would never consider anything like that now!

So between the arrival of the new toys, our chance to be alone and Eva spurring him on I am proud to say I got a wonderful spanking this morning! Eva’s name did come up, as he asked me “is this what Eva was saying I needed and do and you think she would approve??” Actually, yes on both counts!!!

After our fun morning Nick said something that Adam does need to hear. He reminded me that in school the person that is always tattling and going out of her way to stir up trouble is the one most in need of discipline! Therefore, Eva should get everything I got and more!! Nick said he was sure Adam would take care of this in a timely manner! Get busy Adam, Nick was in especially good form this morning!! Glad to be able to return the favor, Twin!

Strange afternoon

I have had a very interesting afternoon. A very nice looking man (not Nick) was sitting across from me staring directly into my eyes and asked me if I ever preformed sexual favors for money, drugs or other considerations. He was dead serious and I really wanted to ask “Other considerations? You mean like a spanking?” But I didn’t, I just answered no to this and most of the other question they had to ask before they would let me give blood. I have a weigh-in in the morning so I just hope they took enough to make a difference!

I am really posting today to confirm once and for all that I am truly and hopelessly insane and I am about to offer proof. Toward the end of this month I, and 5 other equally nutty teachers, will be taking 150 twelve year old and some parents on a 12 hour bus trip to Disney. See if this sounds like a pleasant relaxing trip. We board buses at 9:00 pm, after a full day at school. We drive all night; arrive in Florida in time for a big breakfast, then directly to the park where we stay until the fire works display at 10:00. Then we will finally head to a hotel where we must be sure everyone is bedded down and settled for the night. Early the next morning we head to the space center for the day, then that night to Medieval Times for supper. Up the next morning get everyone packed and loaded on the bus and then off to a second park where we will again stay until 10:00 pm, when we will once again board the bus for an all night ride home! We will arrive about 8:00 am and wait for all the parents to pick them up. Good grief, I’m tired just writing about it! I think this is my 7^th time taking this trip so I know it can be done but at times like this I can tell that I am getting older.

Last year I spent the day we left for Disney in the doctor’s office where they preformed blood tests and took x-rays to see why I was in such agony. My neck, hands, arms and knees were in horrible pain. Several months later the doctor figured out the problem and soon the pain was gone but it did make the trip a nightmare. Thank goodness Mollie and my niece went along last year, they helped enormously. Mollie is going back with me this year. I hope it will be much more enjoyable!! Please wish me luck!

I love my computer, my friends live inside!

Sad

I didn’t do much commenting yesterday but I feel like I spent much of the afternoon watching Theresa. Kay is a good friend of mine; yesterday her mother had a massive stroke. Although she was in her early 80 she was active, lived alone and drove. She was on her way to the doctor for a routine visit yesterday morning when she must have felt something was wrong. She pulled in to a parking lot where someone found her slumped over the wheel and called 911.

Today while I was at the hospital Kay could not say enough about the nurses that had helped them get through the past 36 hours. She spoke of the gentleness they showed not only to her mother but to the whole family who gathered in shocked sadness. I did think of Theresa as I watched these special women. I guess none of these were actually Theresa but that’s the way I picture her. Kay’s mother passed away shortly after I left the hospital I am glad she and the family were surrounded by the love and support of the nurses.

Cleaning

I asked the Lord to tell me

Why my house was such a mess.

He asked me if I has been “Computering”

And I had to answer “Yes”.

He told me to get off my fanny

And tidy up the house.

And so I started cleaning up…

The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the top part

That really did the trick…

I was just admiring my work…

I didn’t mean to click!

But click I did and oops I found

A real absorbing site

That I got so way into…

I was into it all night.

Nothing’s changed except my mouse

It’s very, very shinny.

I guess my house will stay a mess…

While I sit here on my hiney!

I can't claim credit for this poem, but if all the little old ladies in my church continue to send me such good emails I'm going to use them occasionally.

Speechless at last

I did it, I did it! I know it won’t last but I finally got Mollie so flustered she actually had nothing to say!!!

Mollie swears I always favor LJ, she calls him ‘special boy’, although she adores him to. She said he could get away with murder while I was on her case about everything. Since their personalities are so very different I can see why she thinks that. LJ has never talked back or spoken to me in anyway but with respect while Mollie argues with me if I say something controversial like good morning.

Ever since LJ left for college she has been going on and on about wanting his room. I am not ready for the switch for several reasons but the biggest one is that I don’t want LJ to feel he is losing his home, his room, at this critical point in time. This is probably more or me than him but…

She says she wants it because it’s bigger. It may be slightly but not by much. She says the closest is bigger; it has two windows, better lights, better paint on the wall, better carpet, better air everything!!

Today her argument was that her walls were too thin. She said she could hear everything that went on in the living room, what we were watching, what music we were listening to and all of our conversations. To which I answered “So you want to move to LJ room and share a bedroom wall with our bedroom?? She just looked slightly stunned and actually had nothing to say! And yes that is one more reason I am not in favor of the move!

I love the weekends!

Nice, nice Friday night. We were both tired so even though Mollie was off skiing I wasn’t sure anything was going to happen. I had played on the computer for a while then a short nap. When I woke up Nick looked over at me and said “You know there is a wooded spoon in the kitchen with your name on it!”

Wonderful! Back to the bedroom, toy box out, spoon retrieved from the kitchen, I got a massage with the little standing Stanley, my legs, my back, my butt. So nice! It was a good spanking, he used the spoon, the leather paddle and then I was not able to keep everything straight! Bless his heart he does know what I like. He gave me the vibrator and then he used the plug which was just fantastic! Once I recovery my senses I was happy to turn the table on him and completely have my way with him! What fun, this included letting him have some first hand experience with the wooden spoon. He agreed that it was very stingy! Of course I barely used it! But then again I am the spanko in the family! I have to say the sex was just out of this world but there was another part of the evening that was just as good!!

We talked about toys! I had been teasing him about a Valentine’s Day presents. We went on line looking. Now Nick is not an internet shopper but at least now he knows what I have in mind. I am looking for something that will leave a lasting impression, something I can feel the next day. That’s very rare. But it sometimes happens with his belt so I kind of want to try something in the strap family.

I am also open for suggestions from any of you guys. What have you used that you felt most keenly the next day??

I know he still sometimes fights the “I don’t want to hurt you” thoughts. But I think he is coming to realize that I can take harder and longer than he used to believe and that I love it! As I told Carye in an email, I am pretty damn lucky to be 50 years old and the biggest complaint is that my husband doesn’t spank long enough or hard enough!! Not exactly an earth shattering problem!!

Snow Day!

We did it, we did it!! First time in two years but we got off for snow! Eva probably wants to throttle me since she gets 6 feet of snow every day for 6 months and we didn’t get enough to cover my carport but too bad for her, I still got a snow day.

Being a true southern I participated in a great southern tradition yesterday evening. Mention snow and we all in mass run to the grocery store for bread and milk!

Well that’s not really true, I tend to run out for chips and dip, Sundrop, cookies, pizza, pudding, popcorn, brownie mix, peanuts, cupcakes, honeybuns, marshmallows, hot chocolate, and a variety of other junk foods. Unfortunately, I am in the process of trying to lose weight. So did I think about that while I was at the grocery store? Yes I did! Did I buy food to help me continue my weight loss? No I didn’t! I mean its cold, don’t we need our insulation?? Evidently Nick doesn’t think so because as we unpacked the groceries he reminded me I have to weigh in the morning snow or no snow!

Things are pretty pleasant at home. Now my snow day is not quite the one that Eva portrayed. Mostly because Mollie is here with us but she is going skiing tomorrow night so we might get some alone time yet!

One little thing happened last night that was fun. Although it’s cold I still don’t sleep in anything but as I tried to get settled last night there was something wrong with the sheet. I got up and tried to fix it from the foot of my side and got back in be again but it still wasn’t right. So I tried to fix it by crawling around to get it where it was supposed to be. Nick finally gave me two hard pops and laughed and told me to be still! He then spooned around me to get me warm as well as to keep me still. It was just a little thing but I did go to sleep with a smile on my face.

Well here's hoping for a delay tomorrow!

Eva's afternoon

Since Eva seems to have no problem advising me to spend more time talking to Nick, I thought I would advise her not to keep some of her secrets from you. But then I thought – shoot, I’ll just tell them for her…

Eva was in the grocery store the other day went she spotted a really nice looking guy. Although she has only seen him once before there was no mistaking who he was! She gave him a shy smile and a wave.

Now the guy is a bit unnerved at this beautiful woman that he cannot place is waving and coming over to him (you do remember that beautiful twin thing don’t you). As she reaches him he asks her “Do I know you?”

Eva with total calm looks him right in the eye and says “I think you are the father of one of my kids.” Not what the poor guy was expecting to hear. But like a flashback he realizes who Eva must be. It all came back to him in a rush, the one and only time he had ever been unfaithful to his wife.

“My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table while all my buddies watched while your partner spanked my ass with that leather flogger???”

Eva looked into his eyes calmly and said “No, I’m your son’s math teacher.”

Alright, perhaps it didn’t happen, but doesn’t it make a great story?!

When figging is just not enough...

Alright folk I got this email from a friend and made the mistake of opening it at school. Sixth graders are not used to their teacher dissolving into helpless giggles but while it was funny on its own I think the thought of sharing this with all of you made it that much funnier. I hope it gives you a giggle!

Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. The following is an email he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 FM in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say she won.

Hi Sue,

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you’ve been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it’s not so bad after all.

Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It’s a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: we have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I’ve used it several times with no complaints. What I do when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It’s like working in a Jacuzzi.

Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my butt stared to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don’t have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn’t stick to it however, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.

When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I informed the supervision of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear do to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.

Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompressions stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.

As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn’t poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut!

So, next time you’re having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.

Now repeat to yourself, “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.”

Now when you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?

May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!

Saturday morning

Raise you hand if you think I have been pushing Nick, teasing, taunting and whining about the general lack of spanking in my life lately. Thank you, you can put your hands down now. I was pretty sure that it was falling on deaf ears around here. Mollie had been in and out quite a bit but nothing.

Mollie had a babysitting job Saturday morning, Nick took her about 8:00 and came home to find me alone and waiting for him. Any detail whore want to know what happened then?? He sat down to read the friggin paper while I cleaned the living room! Depressing, discouraging but I figured that I had made my position clear and I wasn’t going to bring it up again!

What does any women do when she feel spank deprived and horny? She emails her twin to complain. Eva was particularly unimaginative in her advice to just talk to Nick. Like that was going to happen, (Eva usually at least suggest slashing someone tires if I am annoyed at school – she must like Nick) But then as I was finishing up the living room Nick asked me if I would like to join him in the shower. SCORE!

Nice shower, Nick washed my hair. Then back to the bedroom Nick had the toy box out and I started to crawl up on the bed, my favorite position for a good girl when Nick stopped me and had me bend over the bed first. It seemed he wanted to discuss the laundry a bit. I can’t always tell what he is using but that first implement gave a pretty good sting. I guess it didn’t help any that he had to step around the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.

After the laundry discussion I got to crawl on up on the bed and he pulled out several fun toys! He brought out the vibrating plug which is always fun I know for sure the flogger came into play as well as the leather paddle. The sex was fantastic!! But even after a good spanking and great sex I wanted more and he was in the mood to indulge me. He got out the big mean paddle that he made for me. It lived up to its name and I was soaring. I feel so good about today and as I read back over this post its quite obviously why he sat and read his paper before anything else. There was no way he was going to stop me once I started cleaning – he was probably in shock. But it was a good day for him too. The living room got cleaned and now there is no longer dirty clothes at the foot of the bed.

Year old meme

All about ME

I remember reading this for the first time on Cassie's site when I first started reading blogs. Here is my attempt. It was harder than I thought it would be. Thanks Theresa for posting this again.

My Personality:

-Mostly upbeat
-Optimistic
-Southern – all you southerners know what that means

My Sexual Preferences:

-Heterosexual (but watching two women can also be erotic)
-I am a spanko through and through
-Like my buddy Theresa I too am anal erotic. (I feel I see a lot of this in the blogs I read. Is this a spanko thing?)

My Fears and Inhibitions:

-Being found out – not as a spanko, just in general, all my secrets revealed.
-Reading aloud to adults
-Crying when I really don’t want to
-Being forced into a job that I do not feel qualified for

My Strengths:

-I am a loyal friend
-I am a good teacher
-I can usually make others comfortable

My Weaknesses:

-spelling
-Weight control
-If I am around someone who is sad or hurt about something I will often become depressed too.

What I Like About My Appearance:

I was upset that this one took me so long. I think I am about average looking but I had a hard time coming up with something particular that I really liked. This is the best I can do.

-I think I look comforting. People will come up and talk to me, kids or adults with out being in the least intimidated.
-I like the fact that I look like my twin!

My Background:

-Two extremely loving and supportive parents
-Small town girl
-The baby of the family (does it show)

What I Love:

-Nick and spending time alone with him
-My son and my daughter
-When I crawl in bed and Nick rolls over and spoons around me
-The changes in me and my life brought about by blogging

What I Loathe:

-The fact that our country is at war while I have an 18 year old son
-That most people view our lifestyle as something strange and unnatural
-prejudice in all forms, racial, gender, sexual orientation, religion …

What I Could Take or Leave:

-Teaching – only this year mostly I love it.
-Most outdoor activities
-Any household chores

PSS

I’ve been lucky. I have never been troubled by PMS. No problems with OCD. No one in my family is ADHD. I am very grateful to have avoided these. But I haven’t avoided everything. I have PSS and I have it bad -- Pre-Spanking Syndrome! I didn’t coin this term, it was Cindy from His to Spank, His to Love. But as soon as she mentioned it I knew I had it! And I know I have suffered with it most of my life.

The thing is I shouldn’t have it! I know why Cindy must suffer with it, I understand that Theresa is going to have to deal with it a while longer too. But I live with the cure and I still have it. I feel guilty when I think of how some of my friends long to be with their spankers and I sit here alone with Nick while Mollie is babysitting and … nothing! Yes I am being greedy, and needy and unfair. Last Wednesday was wonderful, I wrote about it and truly it couldn’t have been any better. But I asked him for the date. And like Eva said once – sometimes it just doesn’t count unless it’s his idea.

And if there is anyone out there who doesn’t think I DESERVE a spanking let me just add, while I was sitting here writing a slightly complaining post about him, while I sat snug in my recliner, under my warm blanket, cat by my side – Nick cooked supper, brought it to me, got me a drink and carried my plate back to the kitchen and reached down for my computer to put it back on my lap. While I sit here and complain!

I could almost guarantee that what ails me could be cured in a 10 minutes session every few days with the wooden spoon, the leather paddle or his belt. If we could sneak this in when Mollie is asleep or gone and even if we need to put off the loving for another time, I can promise him it would be like money in the bank!

Well you guys tell me (and Nick) what you think, should my whiney butt be ignored or spanked??

Trust

Nick and I have an extremely laid back relationship. I don’t know if issues of trust or jealously have ever come up. We married a little late and I think we both knew what we were looking for and we knew we had found it. I know we are together because we want to be. I suppose if one of us had wanted something else we wouldn’t still be here together.

An incident that happened several years ago shows our trust. I came home from work one day; Nick was already here stretched out on the couch. I settled down to read the news paper when Nick said casually “Do you have anything you want to tell me?” I looked over at him because it seemed like a strange question. He just looked back and waited. I couldn’t think of a thing I needed to tell him so I said “Nope, nothing new.” So he asked again “You sure you haven’t got anything important to tell me?”

Now when it comes to Nick and my marriage my conscience is a pure as the driven snow. So I asked “What in the world are you talking about?” Nick laughed and said “I got a call earlier from a representative of the Jerry Springer show. He told me that my wife had something important to tell me but that she wanted to do it on the show. The man said that the show would fly us all expense paid so that you can tell me whatever it is.”

I was totally dumbfounded! “So what did you tell him?”

“I told him I wasn’t interested in being on the show, which seemed to confuse the guy. He said, but sir you don’t understand we will fly you both here free.” Nick told him again no thanks. We really weren’t interested. The guy tried one more time. “Sir this means a lot to your wife, she wants to tell you something very important!” Nick’s response was “Well then I’m sure she will tell me. Thanks for calling by.”

I sat there amazed at this story. I asked “Did you get his number?? We have to call him back!”

“Why?”

“How else are we going to find out what I want to tell you?!”

We had a good laugh over the call. We never did find out if it was for real, if someone got the wrong number or if it was one of Nick’s friends, some of whom were, and are, capable of a good practical joke!

But I have thought a lot about that call over the years. I know some husbands would not have been as calm as Nick, as quick to brush it off. It could have caused some real problems in some marriages. I love what it says about our relationship, the fact that he utterly dismissed the possibility that I had anything negative or important that I was keeping from him.

Okay, I was keeping from him my desire to be spanked but that was something I kept hidden from everyone in the world and at that time I planned on taking that information to the grave with me so that doesn’t count!

I have a good guy folks – I hope everyone gets this lucky!

Wonderful Wednesday!

I know we have all had some pretty fine weekends since I’ve been reading blogs. Weekends are always nice. But I’ll match my Wednesday afternoon/evening against anyone this week!

I dropped Mollie off at her babysitting job on my way home form school. Nick was there when I got home and we talked a bit about our day. I checked out a few blogs and then I napped for a bit in my recliner. When I woke up I felt refreshed and ready for actions.

We played our special card game for a while. Since it was cold Nick demanded I removed a few layers before this “strip” game started to keep things even. I can never tell if I am winning or losing this darn game. If I come up with fewer points at the end of the round I get that many swats plus the bonus card I have to draw. As well as having to remove something. The upside is that if Nick loses the round I get to do some swatting too!

I started off by cheating a bit because I didn’t take something off 2 of the times I lost. When Nick realized this I told him it always happens “Don’t pay enough attention to your wife and she will cheat on you!" He retaliated by giving me all the swats in one spot as if the target isn’t big enough for variety!

I still don’t know if I won or lost but I did find myself naked getting a good spanking so you decide! Then there was that delicious, hot loving that followed. And then I got to lie in his arms and play with the vibrator.

Could it get any better? Oh yes! I was way too comfortable snuggled in our bed to move so Nick got up and made supper. Yes it sounds sweet and it was, but he also took one look at me curled up under the comforter and knew if he wanted anything to eat any time soon cooking it himself was the best idea!

I finally did get up and put all the toys away. Except for the spatula I saw peeking out from under the bed this morning. But since Mollie rarely opens her eyes before she gets to school she never saw it.

So come on folks – be honest, can anyone beat my Wednesday?

After a bit of further reading I see that Grace can surely give me a run for my money so I will change the question: Can anyone beat mine or Graces’ Wednesday?

The way it should have been

Nick and I went shopping Saturday it should have been a real nice time but it didn’t turn out that way. As usual poor Nick doesn’t really know what was going on. He knows part; we were at a small, touristy group of shops so the stores catered to smaller size women. Don’t ever go to these places with your husband to shop. Even thought I had a really good week weight-wise, looking at tiny clothes still made me sad. By the time we got back in the car he could tell I was upset and I told him the ‘feeling fat’ part of it but not the rest.

I am working on talking to him when I get like this but I am not there yet. He was as sweet as he could be and said things to try to make me feel better, but once I let myself get to that point not much will turn it around. I didn’t want to go anywhere else I just wanted to come home and feel sorry for myself. So today I decided to try my hand at fiction and rewrite the day the way I wish it had gone.

We arrived at the shops and Nick grabbed my hand and said “Come on, new panties first! I’ll let you pick the style you like but I'm picking the colors!” This is the best place to buy panties! And the reason I needed some is that I needed a smaller size. Halleluiah!!

After that very nice beginning the fun quickly went out of the shopping trip when no stores carried my size, evidently if you are over a size 10 don’t even bother! Feeling that only the skinny were allowed to have nice clothes and not being in the mood to shop at Tents ‘R Us I became quiet. I guess that is my earliest signal for I’m pissed, I’m hurt or I’m sad. When Nick noticed that I was teary he stopped and wanted to know what was wrong. I didn’t want to talk but I finally got out that I was feeling fat.

He seemed a bit annoyed. “You are doing great on the diet, you lost more than ever this week, you need a smaller size panties and you are feeling whiney because theses stores chose to cater to only one size. Come on I have a bit of shopping to do myself.”

Did I mention that there are two really nice kitchen supply stores at this outlet? Alright I admit my mood improved considerably as we entered the store. Nick headed to the wooded spoon/spatula department. He didn’t ask me any questions as he looked over the selection. He picked up several slapping them slightly against his palm. He finally decided on a wooden spatula with slots cut into it.

As we left the store with his new purchase I was feeling quite happy as I anticipated getting home and trying it out. But instead of heading home Nick drove to the far side of the parking lot where there were no car and few lights. He backed into a parking spot and turned to look at me.

What?

Nick started “You have to stop being hard on yourself about the weight. You concentrate on losing and I’ll be the one to be hard on you if you don’t. If you are getting upset with the sizes offered tell me that that you are pissed at the variety of sizes and we can tell the stores to kiss our asses as we look elsewhere. Don’t just stop talking and shut me out. Got it?”

“Umm, sure I hear you.” Interesting speech, I hadn’t heard this before.

Nick opened the door and said come on. Come on where? We are out on the edge of a rapidly emptying parking lot. To satisfy my curiosity I got out too and followed him to the back of the van. He opened the hatch and told me to lean over and put my hands on the floor. It was only then that I saw he had the new spatula in his hand. I laughed; this was definitely not Nick’s style. I said “Cute! But get serious, I’m not going to let you spank me out here where somebody might see. Let’s go home!”

Nick’s answer was “I didn’t ask you if you were going to let me. Now do you want to risk being seen getting a spanking with clothes on or on the bare?” Good heavens, he was serious! I was looking around in a slight panic but since I didn’t recognizing this mood I thought I decided t0 go along. I turned around and bent over. Well the damn spatula works! OWWW! Ten solid swats with that evil thing with no warm up made quite an impression! I suddenly wasn’t sure I was as anxious to get home where he would feel more comfortable letting go. He stood me up kissed me and we got back in the car. I was stunned. But as I shifted in my seat looking for a more comfortable position I became aware that I didn’t feel fat anymore, I felt loved and cared for and cherished and I suddenly realized that I actually pretty anxious to get home!

Snow's tag.

Things

Snow tagged me for five things you didn't know about me. If I haven’t told you by now I probably didn’t want you to know. But I thought I would give it a try. (It doesn’t matter if Eva knows some of these, I haven’t blogged about them, but she and I get into some long conversation on the phone.)

1. I used to practice my flirting skills on married men. I though they were safe. I could go as far as I wanted to, knowing I had an out – they were married. I know that makes me a tease and a bitch. Strangely enough the three men I became close to are still good friends and I am still good friends with all three wives. And back then the wives all knew exactly what was going on. I still find it all very confusing.

2. A roommate I had after college was raped while she was living with me. We went trough the pre –trial together but the night before the trial the man kidnapped and raped another women. He eventually plead no contest to my friends rape. I had graduated from high school with this man.

3. I enjoy talking to and visiting with old people. I like their stories even if I have heard them before.

4. I wrote/spoke my first spanking story into a tape recorder when I was about 8 or 9 years old. No sex but pretty good sound effects. I would take it to bed with me to listen to it as I fell asleep. Would you call this pre-blogging?

5. When I was 18 I assumed that all my friends were, and would remain, virgins until they married. During the week before and the week after I started college I found out that my 2 best friends were sleeping with their boy friends. I found out the same thing about my sister and my favorite cousin. And the first week of school I learned that all my roommates slept around indiscriminately. I began to feel like I was the strange one. I still remained a virgin for another 6 years. I waited for Nick! Although I hadn’t met him yet.

I am going to tag Eva and Cassie. And to make it harder on Eve it has to be something even I don’t know!

Go Nick!

Did you catch this? My sneaky, sexy, surprising, formerly vanilla, honey – my own Nick wrote a hot spanko/sex story! Not only that he went behind my back and sent it to Tiggr on his own! I think my guy is showing great potential!

When I read Tiggr’s Fantasy Friday I always read the authors first. When I saw that Nick and Adam were listed I was pretty sure I could eliminate them right off the bat. I felt sure I could pick between Dante and Todd. Then I read the story. Hmmmmm… it didn’t really sound like either of them. Really it didn’t, so I read it again. It almost sounded like Nick, but Nick doesn’t do a lot of typing and I didn’t really think he would just send it off to Tiggr on his own, so maybe Todd? But I asked him first thing Friday morning.

Me: Did you write the Fantasy Friday story today?

Nick: Did I what?

Me: Admit it, it was you! Tell me, you really wrote it didn’t you?

Nick: Well I have to read this one it must be pretty good.

After he read it he said “So I wrote this huh?” And he walked off laughing.

I really was sure, but was I? I thought it seemed like his writing but I thought he would admit it if it was and I really didn’t see him typing it all out and sending it in on his own. So I couldn’t wait to check it out this morning and there it was and there he was! It was him, I was right!!

Heaven help me Tiggr has his email address!

I am thrilled that Nick is writing! I’m impressed and I’m proud. Here is his story!

Seeking Forgiveness

CRASH!

One brief moment of carelessness. Now the antique Oriental vase that had graced the mantel for all of her married life lay shattered at Rachel’s feet. The vase given to Kevin and Rachel as a wedding present from Kevin’s grandmother. The vase brought back from his grandmother’s service in an embassy post. The irreplaceable vase!

Rachel stared at the pieces with mouth agape and mind reeling. How was she to tell Kevin? How would he react, what would he say?

When Kevin arrived from work, Rachel met him at the door with eyes downcast. “Darling, I have something terrible to tell you, I broke your grandmother’s vase. I was rearranging some photographs and I guess I was careless. I’m terribly sorry and wish I could fix things but I know it can’t be replaced. Please tell me what I can do to gain your forgiveness.”

“Rachel, I don’t know what to say. You’re right, we can’t turn back time. The vase is history.

I don’t want you to be upset with me, what can I do to make you forgive and forget?”

Kevin stared at Rachel before finally speaking “I can see that you want and need to put this behind us. Go upstairs and wait for me in the bedroom.”

Rachel nodded and silently headed for the bedroom, unsure what Kevin had in mind. She sat on the foot of the bed, head down, near tears, with a knot in the pit of her stomach. After several minutes Kevin entered the room and sat beside her. Rachel spoke in a whisper “I know how much you loved your grandmother, and I really hate that I broke the vase. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

Kevin took a deep breath and exhaled. “Turn and bend over the bed.” Rachel did as directed. Kevin stood and obtained the hairbrush from the dresser. Turning back to Rachel he placed one hand on the small of her back and began to paddle her with the hairbrush, slowly but firmly. Kevin spoke quietly, reminding Rachel of the importance of being careful, particularly with irreplaceable items.

After about twenty good swats Kevin had Rachel remove her clothing and directed her to position herself on hands and knees on the bed. He resumed his administrations with the hairbrush until Rachel was biting her lip and wincing with the fire building in her ass. Kevin paused, gently rubbing Rachel’s reddened butt. Sliding his hand between her thighs, his fingers found moist evidence of her growing passion.

Kevin removed his clothes and positioned himself behind Rachel. Kevin, now well aroused, slipped easily into Rachel and began thrusting. Reaching around he began rubbing her breasts and tugging at her nipples. Rachel’s breath quickened with her mounting excitement. Kevin took his hands and spread her cheeks slightly, giving him a better view of her little pink rosebud, which he began caressing with one thumb. A light moan escaped from Rachel’s mouth.

Several wonderful minutes later Kevin withdrew from Rachel’s pussy and began teasing her ass with his erection. Although they had enjoyed anal play in various degrees, Rachel had never been receptive to anal sex. As Rachel arched her back and raised her butt, Kevin sensed a change in attitude.

He placed the head of his cock against her opening and Rachel pressed back against him. Kevin pressed forward and felt himself slip past the tightness of her sphincter. Rachel let out a gasp and Kevin paused, allowing Rachel to get past the discomfort and to adjust to the unfamiliar fullness.

Rachel started rocking back against him signaling a readiness for more. Kevin resumed thrusting, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the tempo as his excitement soared. After Kevin’s climax they both collapsed onto the bed, Kevin holding her tightly and kissing the back of her neck.

Rachel lay motionless, except for her heavy breathing, a slight smile on her face. She was feeling forgiven and very much loved.

Kevin was sated and spent, amazed by the episode that they had just shared. He believed that Rachel was relieved to be able to put the broken vase behind them. He thought to himself I don’t think I will ever need to tell Rachel how much I disliked that vase.

He's at it again!

My son still finds it hilarious that his dull little mother has a blog. When ever he finds something like the following he always emails it to me. This is either college freshman syndrome. Or else he is just a smart ass. You realize he must get that from his father.

This says, “Well, if you're smart enough to stand on the table you're smart enough to start a blog, so either get down or go link my blog."

What am I going to do with this boy?