TBT - How I became PK

When I began blogging I chose the name Elis. It was the name I was going to use if I ever ran away as a kid. I never wanted to run away, so the name just sat there in my head gathering dust until I needed as alias for blogland. That is who I was supposed to be but it didn't last long. I say Eva, dear friend and blogger from long ago gave it to me. She insist I did it to myself. As you read here, I think you'll see we're both right. I will say that if I'd known at the time I was going to be a published author I would definitely have found something more elegant and romantic. But when I started writing PK was how I was already know and this is the way it happened.

The original Fantasy Friday was a guessing game. The idea at the time was for several of us that had become friends to write fantasy stories and send them in. Then everyone could guess who wrote it. Many of us had begun to recognize each others writing styles so we worked hard to try to fool each other.

I had become close friends with several bloggers at the time. Friday morning as soon as I got to school Eva – my best buddy mind you, emailed me about the Fantasy Friday story. Her first words were “It’s got to be Grace!” I had to agree it did sound like Grace so when I got home that night Grace got my vote. Eve and I talked about it a couple of times over the weekend and then Monday morning I got to read the reveal. The author wasn't Grace – it was that sneaky Eva herself!

So… well I’ll let you read what Eva posted later that day. (Her words are in red and she is quoting my emails and comments in blue.)

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I was so excited to wake up and see my story. And yes, I definitely had some fun with Elis over it. Guilty as charged. I saw Ellis' comment on the reveal post. It said:

"I'll tell you what Elis' face looks like right now! Pissed!


(Really? Kinda like this mean little kitty?)


I'll get her! LOL! What kind of friend intentionally leads someone to the wrong answer!?

(One who wants to mess with your mind a bit?)

The first email I got from her last Friday said "It's got to be Grace!" It was Nick that said "I don't know it could be Eva."

(That Nick, he's a wise fella~ you ought to pay more mind to him.) 

Just wait, just wait. I'm plotting now!"

(Should I be skeered ?)

And actually, I was the first one to post on the Fantasy Friday reveal this morning:

"Yes, I too would love to see Elis face when she sees this today.....

I suppose I should ask her to forgive me cuz I did mess with her head a bit on Friday, pretending it HAD to be Grace and all.....


Forgive me, Elis?"


Oh, but wait. There's more. I got to work this morning and sent her a "Good grief, is it Monday already, Have a nice day" kind of email. It was really nice and all but what do I get in return? Have a look.....


"I'll get you." 

(As in "I'll get you, my pretty?" Oh, dear.)

Its one thing to jump to the wrong conclusion, but you PUSHED me!
 
(Yes, but I'm a good guy. It was for your own good. Yeah, that's it. It was for your own good.)

And what really makes me mad is that Nick said he thought it might be you.

(Told ya, he's a very wise man that Nick)

Dog-gone-it!

(Yes, dog gone it... isn't Elis cute when she's "pissed?") And if I seriously thought for one second that Elis was REALLY upset with me, I'd be on my knees apologizing. We'll see what her response to this post is though. ROFL

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LOL! It was all in fun and we got a big kick out of that day. Several of my friends started calling me 'Pissed Kitty' - even Nick when I got on a roll, so it ended up sticking. I got a kick out of it and eventually the PK became permanent. I felt like I had been re-christened by my buddies. So now when I hear Elis it sounds like a stranger. I never intended to be PK but for better or worse I feel that's who I am.

~o~

And speaking of Fantasy Friday, I have a great one going up for you tomorrow. Be sure to come by!

1, 2, 3 ... Life Changing

As a kid, I did something I bet many of you did - I looked up spanking in the dictionary (for you young people, the dictionary was an ancient form of google.) That dictionary told me:

Spanking is a common form of corporal punishment involving the act of striking the buttocks of another person to cause physical pain, generally with an open hand. More severe forms of spanking, such as switching, paddling, belting, caning, whipping, and birching, involve the use of an object instead of a hand.

That was as titillating as it got back then.

I moved on from those ancient time, but my interest stayed the same and in 2006 I typed spanking into my computer search bar. Approximately 150 million suggestion were generated in .3 seconds. From this 150 million I chose to click on ‘My Bottom Smarts’ written by Bonnie. And in the time it takes to click a button my entire life changed.

I devoured Bonnie’s blog and many I found on her links like a starving man devours a banquet. Then I realized you could comment, then the bloggers commented back! From these bloggers, I got the strength and courage to come out to Nick. And from that we developed a closeness that had been missing for the first twenty-three years of our marriage. I changed my hairstyle. I began sleeping in the nude. I began writing spanking stories – I felt like I was coming out of a cocoon and I could be my true self, at least here on the blogs where it was safe.

I had no idea what I was doing and no idea where this blog might take me. At that time, I didn’t know that it would lead me to the best friends I’ve ever known. I didn’t know it would give me a voice and the courage to use it. I didn’t know it would give me my long-held, secret dream of being a writer. And I didn’t know it would give me a deep, rich marriage instead of the ‘marriage lite’ we’d had for years.

The idea of spending so much time writing a spanko/sex blog would seem amusing to some and a monumental waste of energy to others. But I’m so grateful to Bonnie and those other bloggers I found back then. I can only hope that I’ve been helpful to others who have stumbled across my blog over the years.

Yesterday, July 22, was my twelve year blogging anniversary.   I won’t blog forever. An even dozen might be a good place to stop. But I think I’ll try for a baker’s dozen and then see what happens. 

Big plans for the weekend

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

the TV to myself … all do to the fact that my beloved kids live on their own and my sweet Nick loves golf. 

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

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

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

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

If you need me, I’ll be at the gym. 

TBT - Ode to a Repair Man

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

‘Ode to a Repair Man’


or

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pup approved spanking

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

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

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

One of her favorite spots.

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

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

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

TBT - Spicing things up

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

I listen to people out here.  Really I do, so after reading Tiggr and Theresa and a few other places I just decided that I would get some ginger root when I was at the store.  Mollie was with me but what

does she know about cooking, except that I don’t do it? She asked me what in the world it was and I just told her it was a spice.  I wrapped it up and stuck it in the fridge.  I hadn’t given it any more thought than that.  I didn't know if I was going to try it, I didn’t know if I was going to tell Nick I had gotten it.  It was just there, wrapped up and tucked in the back of the crisper drawer, and then forgotten.

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

me it sounded like “Mom you left your dildo on the counter in here, do you want it”.  

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

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

Quick update

What’s been going on here?

·     Daily exercise. It still sucks.

·     Helping Mollie get ready for a cross country trip.

·     A let’s clear up and transgressions spanking. 

Forgetting to turn off lights and fan, 

forgetting to turn on the pool pump 

and just in general.

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

·     Late evening (after dark) skinny dipping.

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

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

What’s going on at your house?

TBT - Early morning naked gymnastics

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


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

This started out naturally enough when we were first married.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I need your advice

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

Months later we got together for lunch and it was less enjoyable.

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

They’re talking about getting together again at the home of one of these ladies later this month. Besides not wanting to sit through boring conversations of the stupid things they did in high school, I

know through FB that at least two of these ladies are so opposite from me in their political views it makes my teeth hurt. I would never bring this topic up to them, but neither would I be able to quietly listen if they did. 

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

Suggestions?

Now about my third husband...

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

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

I read carefully on other blogs to see reasons why other husbands spank, not counting sexy or just for the fun

of it spankings. Mostly it seems to be for momentary lack of respect  for their HOH - bossing him around , talking over him, back seat driving, not letting him lead, not listening and being generally snotty. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spanked for telling my husband good-night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TBT from the south

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



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

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

The woman shakes her head no.

Then he asks, "Kin ya breathe?"

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

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

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

Naked rides and weigh-ins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Multiple personalities?

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for your previous input and information.  

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

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

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

Any thoughts on these issues would be appreciated.

Badass replied:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Badass 

Badass,

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

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

N

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

TBT - answering comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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