I've been thinking a lot about all the things to be grateful for that start with J. I had a bunch of great ones, and now that I finally have a chance to sit down and type it out, I forgot them all!
Let's see if I can come up with anything.
My son. My sons name starts with J. He is such a blessing. He makes me laugh all the time. He's smart, he's funny, he's cute. He smells like a dirty dog when he comes home from football. He's the sweetest little man I know. He's extremely sensitive, and every night he prays for the sick and hungry children in the world. When the football team has to run, you will most likely find my son helping the little boy that is the slowest, cheering him on, and pushing him to the end. My son is my blessing.
Juice. I love orange juice. It's like my coffee in the morning. It peps me up and brightens my day. My mom wouldn't buy orange juice because it was too expensive. No matter how much money we have or don't have, juice is always in the house.
Jasmine. I love the smell of jasmine. It is calm and peaceful. What more needs to be said?
Joy. Life would be so unhappy without it.
Jam. I just love strawberry jam on an English muffin. Goes great with my juice
Junk food. (sung to the tune of "Favorite things", from the Sound of Music) Whip cream and chocolate, ice cream and strudel, cookies and candy and snickerdoodles. Pizza and popcorn and ju-ju bees...these are a few of my favorite things.
Last, but never least...
Jesus I don't usually like to talk about religion in this blog. I find it hard to mix religion and spanking. But the J day would not be complete if I didn't say how grateful I am that I know Jesus. I believe He died for me. I believe that I am here today because of Him. I would not be who I am without Him. Enough said.
Hope you all have a great "J" day!!!!!
later......
New addition
So I bet you didn't know I was expecting a new additon to my family. On Friday, the new additon arrived! We have a bouncing baby boy! He weighs in at 5 ounces. He's got green eyes. He's actually 9 weeks old and he's just about the cutest kitten EVER!!! We've been trying to think of names all weekend, but we haven't really come up with anything permenent. Right now we are calling him Mr. Kittles. But none of us can remember to call him that and we end up calling him kitty. So any name suggestions would be great!
Enough kitty talk for now. I bet you all think I've been holding out on you all and I've gotten some good spankings. Nope. Nothing, nada, zip, zero, zilch!
No fair! I've been really naughty. I've been sassy. I've been moody. I've been very very bratty. So now that school has started I've been anxiously waiting for my due punishment. But poor Bossman has been super busy. Not able to come home like he usually can. Not able to take care of business here at home. sniff sniff!
Bossman promises that soon we will be back on track. Hopefully this week will be the week to get things going again.
Now, do you think I should clean the bathroom today? Or should I make it extra messy so he will HAVE to spank me? These are the questions that must run thru a spankos mind. I know they run through mine!
Have a great week everyone!
later......
Update: YES, that is my kitty! I am so proud of myself! I FINALLY figured out how to post a picture! Can't figure out how to do it from the net, but I'm getting there. Sometimes it's a real curse being blonde and all!!!
here's the thing....
Ok, Ok, so I ruffled a few feathers with the teachers, Elis and Eva. All that excitement about school starting, well, they just didn't appreciate it.
So, I feel guilty. I mean, How was I suppose to know that my countdown to freedom, was their countdown to confinement? That my bliss over having getting my butt spanked, meant the end of their vacation?
If you read her blog today, you know what a horrible summer she had. I mean really horrible. She slept late, read the paper, took naps, worked out, played on the computer, oh and she found out she's a spanko. If you ask me, boring.
But really, I shouldn't be so happy about this turn of affairs. I shouldn't take joy out of reading all my blogs in peace and quiet, without having to worry about little eyes reading over mommies shoulder. Or worrying that a blog might have a red butt on display the moment it pops on the screen. I really shouldn't take joy out of drinking my juice and watching Regis and Kelly, seeing as how all summer, the juice was gone before I got up, and instead of Reeg, I got Spongebob. Nope, I shouldn't take any joy out of having those little eyes and ears at school, so that I don't have to hear for the one billionth time, MOMMY, I'm bored!!!
Now for the serious part.
I'm sorry, truly, I am. Elis, Eva, and all the other teachers out there, I bow to you. You do great works. You teach the minds of our children. You don't get paid nearly enough for the jobs you do. You have the future in the palm of your hand. It's up to you to teach these children so that they may grow up to be great things. It's up to you to mold and shape these little minds. I truly respect and honor teachers. Instead of paying millions to a guy to play baseball we should be paying you millions to teach our children. So thank you. Thank you for doing your job and doing it well. Thank you for taking the time to teach our children! Thank you, thank you, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
Serious part over.
Time for me to turn on Regis, drink my juice and read my blogs! So many blogs, so little time.
(Ok, now I'm doing the mommy happy dance!!!!) later......
update: I tried for 2 hours to figure out how to post a picture of an apple on this post, just for you teachers. I just couldn't do it. I followed all the instructions, but it didn't work. I might just need a teacher to help me.
So, I feel guilty. I mean, How was I suppose to know that my countdown to freedom, was their countdown to confinement? That my bliss over having getting my butt spanked, meant the end of their vacation?
If you read her blog today, you know what a horrible summer she had. I mean really horrible. She slept late, read the paper, took naps, worked out, played on the computer, oh and she found out she's a spanko. If you ask me, boring.
But really, I shouldn't be so happy about this turn of affairs. I shouldn't take joy out of reading all my blogs in peace and quiet, without having to worry about little eyes reading over mommies shoulder. Or worrying that a blog might have a red butt on display the moment it pops on the screen. I really shouldn't take joy out of drinking my juice and watching Regis and Kelly, seeing as how all summer, the juice was gone before I got up, and instead of Reeg, I got Spongebob. Nope, I shouldn't take any joy out of having those little eyes and ears at school, so that I don't have to hear for the one billionth time, MOMMY, I'm bored!!!
Now for the serious part.
I'm sorry, truly, I am. Elis, Eva, and all the other teachers out there, I bow to you. You do great works. You teach the minds of our children. You don't get paid nearly enough for the jobs you do. You have the future in the palm of your hand. It's up to you to teach these children so that they may grow up to be great things. It's up to you to mold and shape these little minds. I truly respect and honor teachers. Instead of paying millions to a guy to play baseball we should be paying you millions to teach our children. So thank you. Thank you for doing your job and doing it well. Thank you for taking the time to teach our children! Thank you, thank you, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
Serious part over.
Time for me to turn on Regis, drink my juice and read my blogs! So many blogs, so little time.
(Ok, now I'm doing the mommy happy dance!!!!) later......
update: I tried for 2 hours to figure out how to post a picture of an apple on this post, just for you teachers. I just couldn't do it. I followed all the instructions, but it didn't work. I might just need a teacher to help me.
The letter "i"
Gratitude Tuesday is here again! I've been looking forward to it, believe it or not. I have been paying more attention to the things I'm grateful for, and if it begins with "I" I've been taking note so I can blog it. If you haven't been doing it, you should, it's a great way to keep the blessings at the forefront of your mind. On to the list.
Ice cream: The best ice cream of all time is cake batter and brownie from Cold Stone. But if your eating it at home, it's gotta be Moose tracks!
Ice tea: I love ice tea, it's delicious and refreshing!!!
Internet: The Internet has opened many doors in my life. I've gotten great ideas, I've learned many things. I've learned that I'm not the only one that likes to be spanked, and I'm not weird for liking it! I've met many great people, and have made many friends that I would never have met otherwise. What would we do without the Internet?
Invitations: Doesn't getting an invitation to something make you happy? It makes me feel like someone really does like me and wants to celebrate something with me. Getting an invitation in the mail just makes me smile.
Independence Day: This is the day we celebrate our nations birth. Something about watching fireworks and listening to the National anthem just makes me proud. I'm proud of our country. With all the turmoil in the world, I'm just grateful I live in this land of opportunity. God Bless the USA!
Ice cubes: There are so many fun things to do with ice, but I'll let you all use your imaginations on this one!
Imagination: Without imagination this world would be very boring! We all have our unique thoughts and feelings and imaginations. Think of all the things we do in life that would be boring without imagination. Sex, blogging, stories, art, even the gardens in our yards take imagination. Ever watch a child use their imagination? My son can make a stick at the beach into a machine gun. My daughter can take the most interesting pictures of herself using nothing more than a mirror and a camera. These are the most innocent forms of imagination! Life would be nothing without imagination.
I: I hope this doesn't sound pompous or conceded, but I am grateful for me, myself, and I. Sometimes that can be hard to admit, and frankly there have been times when I haven't been too grateful for myself. But I've learned that I am loved by a lot of people. If I didn't exist, my children would not be here. This world would be missing out on something extraordinary if they weren't around, for I feel they extraordinary human beings. So I'm grateful for I.
Well there you have it, the "i" list. I have to admit, this week was a little bit challenging. I mean really, how many things can you think of that begin with I? I can't wait to see what everyone else came up with!
Of course there is one more thing I'm thankful for but it doesn't start with an I, it starts with a S. Can you guess what this might be??? YEP, SCHOOL!!!
Tomorrow is the first day of school for my son. He will be starting the 3rd grade. My daughter started 11th grade last week. Although I really enjoyed spending time with my kids this summer (no, really, I did!) I am glad school is starting. This means Bossman and I have more time alone. Bossman has such a flexible schedule that he often has time in the morning to just hang around the house. This also means we can get back to our d/d routine. It's way too hard to do any spanking in the summer, if I remember correctly I think it probably only happened twice. There is absolutely no way to implement any sort of discipline around here in the summer. So HOORAY for school!
Everyone have a great Tuesday, and start looking out for things to be grateful for that start with J!
later......
Ice cream: The best ice cream of all time is cake batter and brownie from Cold Stone. But if your eating it at home, it's gotta be Moose tracks!
Ice tea: I love ice tea, it's delicious and refreshing!!!
Internet: The Internet has opened many doors in my life. I've gotten great ideas, I've learned many things. I've learned that I'm not the only one that likes to be spanked, and I'm not weird for liking it! I've met many great people, and have made many friends that I would never have met otherwise. What would we do without the Internet?
Invitations: Doesn't getting an invitation to something make you happy? It makes me feel like someone really does like me and wants to celebrate something with me. Getting an invitation in the mail just makes me smile.
Independence Day: This is the day we celebrate our nations birth. Something about watching fireworks and listening to the National anthem just makes me proud. I'm proud of our country. With all the turmoil in the world, I'm just grateful I live in this land of opportunity. God Bless the USA!
Ice cubes: There are so many fun things to do with ice, but I'll let you all use your imaginations on this one!
Imagination: Without imagination this world would be very boring! We all have our unique thoughts and feelings and imaginations. Think of all the things we do in life that would be boring without imagination. Sex, blogging, stories, art, even the gardens in our yards take imagination. Ever watch a child use their imagination? My son can make a stick at the beach into a machine gun. My daughter can take the most interesting pictures of herself using nothing more than a mirror and a camera. These are the most innocent forms of imagination! Life would be nothing without imagination.
I: I hope this doesn't sound pompous or conceded, but I am grateful for me, myself, and I. Sometimes that can be hard to admit, and frankly there have been times when I haven't been too grateful for myself. But I've learned that I am loved by a lot of people. If I didn't exist, my children would not be here. This world would be missing out on something extraordinary if they weren't around, for I feel they extraordinary human beings. So I'm grateful for I.
Well there you have it, the "i" list. I have to admit, this week was a little bit challenging. I mean really, how many things can you think of that begin with I? I can't wait to see what everyone else came up with!
Of course there is one more thing I'm thankful for but it doesn't start with an I, it starts with a S. Can you guess what this might be??? YEP, SCHOOL!!!
Tomorrow is the first day of school for my son. He will be starting the 3rd grade. My daughter started 11th grade last week. Although I really enjoyed spending time with my kids this summer (no, really, I did!) I am glad school is starting. This means Bossman and I have more time alone. Bossman has such a flexible schedule that he often has time in the morning to just hang around the house. This also means we can get back to our d/d routine. It's way too hard to do any spanking in the summer, if I remember correctly I think it probably only happened twice. There is absolutely no way to implement any sort of discipline around here in the summer. So HOORAY for school!
Everyone have a great Tuesday, and start looking out for things to be grateful for that start with J!
later......
and now for this important commercial......
Did you notice a change around here???
Blogger has decided that you can go beta for your blog now. Since I have no idea what this means, I thought I would check it out. After reading about it, it seemed like it would be a good idea to change my blog over to beta. From all the reading I had done, it seems that you can change your blog around, change colors, add links, and all kinds of great things with just your mouse. Sounded like I could add things and move things around without having to know html.
I'm a fairly bright person when it comes to the internet, but I still have no clue about html. I figured out how to put up links, but I'm pretty much clueless when it comes to adding other features to my blog. People out there know how to add movie clips, links, cool icons, pictures and such. I was proud of myself just for figuring out the links.
Anyway, this post does have a point...I promise!
The point is, I switched my blog over to beta. I LOVE IT!!!
So far, it's been great. It's super easy putting new links in. I can rearrange my blog any way I like. If I want the links on the left and the archives on the right, by george, I can! All I have to do is click and drag! How easy is THAT???
Notice all the different colors on my blog? I can pick a different color for just about anything on the page. I can change the font, and the font size!
All that with just a click of my button!
I still can't figure out how people manage to put such cool things in their posts, but I'm learning, and I think this beta stuff is really helping me out!
If any of you are html challenged like I am, consider switching over. It's super easy and alot of fun!
later.....
p.s. school starts day after tomorrow!!!!
Blogger has decided that you can go beta for your blog now. Since I have no idea what this means, I thought I would check it out. After reading about it, it seemed like it would be a good idea to change my blog over to beta. From all the reading I had done, it seems that you can change your blog around, change colors, add links, and all kinds of great things with just your mouse. Sounded like I could add things and move things around without having to know html.
I'm a fairly bright person when it comes to the internet, but I still have no clue about html. I figured out how to put up links, but I'm pretty much clueless when it comes to adding other features to my blog. People out there know how to add movie clips, links, cool icons, pictures and such. I was proud of myself just for figuring out the links.
Anyway, this post does have a point...I promise!
The point is, I switched my blog over to beta. I LOVE IT!!!
So far, it's been great. It's super easy putting new links in. I can rearrange my blog any way I like. If I want the links on the left and the archives on the right, by george, I can! All I have to do is click and drag! How easy is THAT???
Notice all the different colors on my blog? I can pick a different color for just about anything on the page. I can change the font, and the font size!
All that with just a click of my button!
I still can't figure out how people manage to put such cool things in their posts, but I'm learning, and I think this beta stuff is really helping me out!
If any of you are html challenged like I am, consider switching over. It's super easy and alot of fun!
later.....
p.s. school starts day after tomorrow!!!!
Tiggers meme
Tigger posted this on her blog last Friday. I thought it was interesting, so I thought I would answer.
1. What are you punished for?
I get punished if I wear underwear to bed. I also get punished for not cleaning the bathroom. If I get too crazy, he may punish me to get me back on track. Sometimes he just spanks me to remind me who's in control.
2. How are you usually punished? (spanking, lines, corner time, etc.)
Corner time and Spankings
3. Does your punishment vary depending on the misbehavior?
No, although implement may change the general punishment usually stays the same.
4. What are you most often punished with? (Any and all possible implements)
bamboo backscratcher, wooden spoon, hand, paint stirrer, pingpong paddle.
5. Are those implements reserved exclusively for punishment?
other than the back scratcher, yes. (of course Bossman uses his hand for other things!)
6. Do you receive a certain number of strokes?
no, Bossman just spanks until he feels I've had enough
7. If so, how many or what range?
Not applicable (as mentioned above)
8. Have you ever been told to pick your own punishment?
no
9. If so, were you harder on yourself than your Dom/me?
no
10. How often are you punished for real offenses (on average)
if it's not summer, probably once or twice a week
So, there you have it. This is how it works in our house. I would encourage some of the rest of you to answer these questions. They can be quite informative!
FYI: School starts Wednesday!!!!!!
later......
1. What are you punished for?
I get punished if I wear underwear to bed. I also get punished for not cleaning the bathroom. If I get too crazy, he may punish me to get me back on track. Sometimes he just spanks me to remind me who's in control.
2. How are you usually punished? (spanking, lines, corner time, etc.)
Corner time and Spankings
3. Does your punishment vary depending on the misbehavior?
No, although implement may change the general punishment usually stays the same.
4. What are you most often punished with? (Any and all possible implements)
bamboo backscratcher, wooden spoon, hand, paint stirrer, pingpong paddle.
5. Are those implements reserved exclusively for punishment?
other than the back scratcher, yes. (of course Bossman uses his hand for other things!)
6. Do you receive a certain number of strokes?
no, Bossman just spanks until he feels I've had enough
7. If so, how many or what range?
Not applicable (as mentioned above)
8. Have you ever been told to pick your own punishment?
no
9. If so, were you harder on yourself than your Dom/me?
no
10. How often are you punished for real offenses (on average)
if it's not summer, probably once or twice a week
So, there you have it. This is how it works in our house. I would encourage some of the rest of you to answer these questions. They can be quite informative!
FYI: School starts Wednesday!!!!!!
later......
The beginning
For most of you, this will be the end of my story, but for me it was only the beginning...
One week later was my 18th birthday. Since we didn't go to the same school, we weren't able to see each other everyday. We talked non-stop on the phone though. I didn't bring up the kissing thing. I knew he was shy, but this was getting ridiculous. So, back to my birthday. (kitten, if you thought this story was disgustingly cute, you might not want to read the rest..LOL)
My sister decided to throw me a surprise party. She invited all my friends from my youth group. She got Bossman to take me out to the beach while she prepared everything. We walked along the beach together, and held hands. I think it was one of the first times since skating that we had touched. Oh, to be so innocent now!
I pretended to be cold, so he would offer me his jacket. (I really thought I was clever) I wore his jacket, and I don't think I ever gave it back...LOL I can still remember his smell. You know that smell? It's like everyone has a certain smell, it's not a bad smell, but it's them. I know we all have that smell, but we get so used to the smell of the people around us that we forget about the smell. Once in awhile if I wear one of Bossmans jackets I can smell that smell again, and it always brings me to that evening on the beach.
Apparently, Bossman was an hour late bringing me to my party, which I didn't know about. Of course as soon as we pulled up to the house, I knew because I saw all my friends cars. The party was a great success.
The best part about the party was after the party was over. Everyone left, except Bossman. I walked him out to his car. Now, to set the scene I have to tell you, our house was out in the country, so there wasn't really any houses nearby. Therefore it was really dark. Anyway, I walk him to his car. I was so excited about the walk on the beach and the party.
He opened the car door, and we stood there talking. Finally, at long last, he leans forward and kisses me. It was a soft, sweet, innocent, kiss. It was the kind of kiss that you would like to put in your secret memory box. You know, the box that you keep your movies stubs and your love notes. The one where you put that flower that he picked for you from the side of the road and the chapstick that he let you borrow and you never gave back. (ok, is that sick or what??)
That kiss was the beginning of something extrodinary. How were we to know, at the moment, that this was bigger than we could even imagine? We didn't know where this kiss would lead. But we knew we were going to follow. At that moment we didn't know that 3 years later we would get married. We didn't know that 4 years later we would have our first child. Had you said to me that someday I would allow this person to spank me, I would never had believed it. We didn't know that we were soul mates, destine to be together. But we knew that this kiss was the beginning. The beginning of something bigger than ourselves.
Thank God for that kiss!
later.....
One week later was my 18th birthday. Since we didn't go to the same school, we weren't able to see each other everyday. We talked non-stop on the phone though. I didn't bring up the kissing thing. I knew he was shy, but this was getting ridiculous. So, back to my birthday. (kitten, if you thought this story was disgustingly cute, you might not want to read the rest..LOL)
My sister decided to throw me a surprise party. She invited all my friends from my youth group. She got Bossman to take me out to the beach while she prepared everything. We walked along the beach together, and held hands. I think it was one of the first times since skating that we had touched. Oh, to be so innocent now!
I pretended to be cold, so he would offer me his jacket. (I really thought I was clever) I wore his jacket, and I don't think I ever gave it back...LOL I can still remember his smell. You know that smell? It's like everyone has a certain smell, it's not a bad smell, but it's them. I know we all have that smell, but we get so used to the smell of the people around us that we forget about the smell. Once in awhile if I wear one of Bossmans jackets I can smell that smell again, and it always brings me to that evening on the beach.
Apparently, Bossman was an hour late bringing me to my party, which I didn't know about. Of course as soon as we pulled up to the house, I knew because I saw all my friends cars. The party was a great success.
The best part about the party was after the party was over. Everyone left, except Bossman. I walked him out to his car. Now, to set the scene I have to tell you, our house was out in the country, so there wasn't really any houses nearby. Therefore it was really dark. Anyway, I walk him to his car. I was so excited about the walk on the beach and the party.
He opened the car door, and we stood there talking. Finally, at long last, he leans forward and kisses me. It was a soft, sweet, innocent, kiss. It was the kind of kiss that you would like to put in your secret memory box. You know, the box that you keep your movies stubs and your love notes. The one where you put that flower that he picked for you from the side of the road and the chapstick that he let you borrow and you never gave back. (ok, is that sick or what??)
That kiss was the beginning of something extrodinary. How were we to know, at the moment, that this was bigger than we could even imagine? We didn't know where this kiss would lead. But we knew we were going to follow. At that moment we didn't know that 3 years later we would get married. We didn't know that 4 years later we would have our first child. Had you said to me that someday I would allow this person to spank me, I would never had believed it. We didn't know that we were soul mates, destine to be together. But we knew that this kiss was the beginning. The beginning of something bigger than ourselves.
Thank God for that kiss!
later.....
I live on Mars.
As someone pointed out, this story is disgustingly cute. ;) After reading it through, I realize, it is! Oh well, what can I say, we are just too cute.
After skating that night, we were trying to figure out if everyone had a ride home from the rink. We are all deciding whose riding with who, I asked Bossman where he lived. He tells me he lives on Mars. Yep, that's right, Mars.
I started cracking up. How many people can say they live on Mars? It was just a funny thing to say. First thing I'm thinking is, ok, I have a real weirdo on my hands. But then I realize, all the streets around the neighborhood we were in are named for planets. I was just glad he didn't say Uranus. LOL
Anyway, if you remember from the first part of the story, I said this was a Monday night. I remember it very clearly because it was the first official day of spring break. After we got everyone a ride home, we went our separate ways. Bossman and I were not going to be riding in the same car as we lived in different parts of the town. You would think that this would be the part of the story where he gets my phone number, or I get his, but no, there was no exchanging of phone numbers. So we said goodbye, and I figured that was the end of it.
Actually, I really had hope that he would call. I mean, my friends were his friends, so I knew he could easily get my number. So all week, I sort of waited for the call. I never gave it a thought that I would call him. I know I made the first move, but I wasn't that brave. Besides, even though I asked him to skate, it really was against my nature. I really thought that the guys should do all the asking. Come to think of it, this might be why I have such a hard time asking Bossman for spankings. I still think the man should be in charge.
Of course I had some of my friends that were in the band with Bossman calling me all week discussing how I skated with him. Remember, this was way out of my character so they couldn't believe it. Of course they called to tell me that they thought he liked me.
Friday came upon us. Still no call. Every Friday, I had a babysitting job for some people that went bowling. I tell my mom, please call me if a boy calls. Ok, she assures me she will call. Do I get a call on Friday night, when all teens are calling girls and asking them out to the movies? Nope. No call. Or so I thought...
(oh gosh, this story is so high schoolish! Too funny)
He finally calls on Saturday. Wants to know if I'll go out with him that night. Shoot. Our church group was having something over at the church. Should I go out on a date with someone? What about my friends? What if something major happens while I'm not there? (ok, just for the record, nothing major ever happened, but what IF??) So I take a chance, I say yes!!! After I hang up, I call all my friends. Because now, now I am cool. I have a date. With someone outside of our group. Someone we don't normally hang with. Someone tall!
(this next paragraph is just for Ceeci )
Now I had to decide what to wear. The bottom wasn't tough, I LIVED in shrink-to-fit Levis 501's. I had a lot of them, and they were all worn just perfectly. Not to dark and stiff, faded just perfect. If I remember correctly, I wore a sweater on the top, the kind that had a big open "V" in the back. Remember those? Mine was the kind that a 3/4 length sleeve, because I have long arms, so long sleeves were always too short. I had long dangly earrings. (scary thing is, some of this stuff is coming back into style) I looked hot...not! But I thought I did, and that's all that mattered. My hair was feathered back nicely. My hair wasn't so much big, but it had the great layered look with lots of feathering back. Oh yes, it was great.
So, Bossman picks me up and my mom is of course shocked that I am going out on a date with someone other from my youth group. He comes to the door to meet my parents and of course my younger brother and sister were being quite the pain. Finally after the embarrassment factor is over, we leave.
Now he hasn't told me where we are going. He takes me to dinner. We ate mexican. To this day we only live 30 miles from that restaurant and we still love to dine there. We actually talked, and got to know each other a little bit. After dinner, we decided to cruise. For those of you that don't know cruising, we drove up and down the main street of our town. That's it. We just drove up and down the street.
Since that got boring quickly, we drove over to the church. Mostly so everyone could see that I really was out on a date. I had to show off.
When he took me home, that was it. There was no kiss. He just said goodbye, and that was the end. I was disappointed there wasn't even an attempt, but as I learned that night, Bossman was very shy.
After that night, we hung out and talked on the phone a lot. We didn't go to the same high school, but he would frequently come by my school at lunch time to hang out. After a month of dating, there was still no kiss, but we did a lot together, and I started going to the band practice. (of course I would)
Like I said, a month had gone by, and everything was really innocent. He hadn't kissed me, nor had he asked me to officially be his girlfriend. One night we went on a double date with friends of his from school. His friend was driving. When we went to drop off his friends girlfriend at the end of the night, they would spend 30 min or so making out at the door. (saying goodbye..HA) Bossman would just sit in the car and talk while they would say their goodbyes. Finally, Bossman asked me to be his girlfriend. "So, will, uh, will you uh, will you be my girlfriend?" "Um, I guess." I'm pretty sure that is how the conversation went. So there, now we were officially "going" together. Surely now he would kiss me. You'd think.
But no, they dropped me off at home, and there was no kiss.
I was starting to get a little worried. Although I was thrilled at the prospect of having a official boyfriend, I couldn't figure out why he wasn't kissing me. Was my breath bad? Maybe his breath was bad. Did my deodorant fail me? What was going on? I just didn't get it.
I will reveal in my next post how I finally got my first kiss from Bossman. I didn't really realize this story was going to take so long to write. I do know, I'm having a great time reliving my first love. Now it's time to go kiss my Bossman.
After skating that night, we were trying to figure out if everyone had a ride home from the rink. We are all deciding whose riding with who, I asked Bossman where he lived. He tells me he lives on Mars. Yep, that's right, Mars.
I started cracking up. How many people can say they live on Mars? It was just a funny thing to say. First thing I'm thinking is, ok, I have a real weirdo on my hands. But then I realize, all the streets around the neighborhood we were in are named for planets. I was just glad he didn't say Uranus. LOL
Anyway, if you remember from the first part of the story, I said this was a Monday night. I remember it very clearly because it was the first official day of spring break. After we got everyone a ride home, we went our separate ways. Bossman and I were not going to be riding in the same car as we lived in different parts of the town. You would think that this would be the part of the story where he gets my phone number, or I get his, but no, there was no exchanging of phone numbers. So we said goodbye, and I figured that was the end of it.
Actually, I really had hope that he would call. I mean, my friends were his friends, so I knew he could easily get my number. So all week, I sort of waited for the call. I never gave it a thought that I would call him. I know I made the first move, but I wasn't that brave. Besides, even though I asked him to skate, it really was against my nature. I really thought that the guys should do all the asking. Come to think of it, this might be why I have such a hard time asking Bossman for spankings. I still think the man should be in charge.
Of course I had some of my friends that were in the band with Bossman calling me all week discussing how I skated with him. Remember, this was way out of my character so they couldn't believe it. Of course they called to tell me that they thought he liked me.
Friday came upon us. Still no call. Every Friday, I had a babysitting job for some people that went bowling. I tell my mom, please call me if a boy calls. Ok, she assures me she will call. Do I get a call on Friday night, when all teens are calling girls and asking them out to the movies? Nope. No call. Or so I thought...
(oh gosh, this story is so high schoolish! Too funny)
He finally calls on Saturday. Wants to know if I'll go out with him that night. Shoot. Our church group was having something over at the church. Should I go out on a date with someone? What about my friends? What if something major happens while I'm not there? (ok, just for the record, nothing major ever happened, but what IF??) So I take a chance, I say yes!!! After I hang up, I call all my friends. Because now, now I am cool. I have a date. With someone outside of our group. Someone we don't normally hang with. Someone tall!
(this next paragraph is just for Ceeci )
Now I had to decide what to wear. The bottom wasn't tough, I LIVED in shrink-to-fit Levis 501's. I had a lot of them, and they were all worn just perfectly. Not to dark and stiff, faded just perfect. If I remember correctly, I wore a sweater on the top, the kind that had a big open "V" in the back. Remember those? Mine was the kind that a 3/4 length sleeve, because I have long arms, so long sleeves were always too short. I had long dangly earrings. (scary thing is, some of this stuff is coming back into style) I looked hot...not! But I thought I did, and that's all that mattered. My hair was feathered back nicely. My hair wasn't so much big, but it had the great layered look with lots of feathering back. Oh yes, it was great.
So, Bossman picks me up and my mom is of course shocked that I am going out on a date with someone other from my youth group. He comes to the door to meet my parents and of course my younger brother and sister were being quite the pain. Finally after the embarrassment factor is over, we leave.
Now he hasn't told me where we are going. He takes me to dinner. We ate mexican. To this day we only live 30 miles from that restaurant and we still love to dine there. We actually talked, and got to know each other a little bit. After dinner, we decided to cruise. For those of you that don't know cruising, we drove up and down the main street of our town. That's it. We just drove up and down the street.
Since that got boring quickly, we drove over to the church. Mostly so everyone could see that I really was out on a date. I had to show off.
When he took me home, that was it. There was no kiss. He just said goodbye, and that was the end. I was disappointed there wasn't even an attempt, but as I learned that night, Bossman was very shy.
After that night, we hung out and talked on the phone a lot. We didn't go to the same high school, but he would frequently come by my school at lunch time to hang out. After a month of dating, there was still no kiss, but we did a lot together, and I started going to the band practice. (of course I would)
Like I said, a month had gone by, and everything was really innocent. He hadn't kissed me, nor had he asked me to officially be his girlfriend. One night we went on a double date with friends of his from school. His friend was driving. When we went to drop off his friends girlfriend at the end of the night, they would spend 30 min or so making out at the door. (saying goodbye..HA) Bossman would just sit in the car and talk while they would say their goodbyes. Finally, Bossman asked me to be his girlfriend. "So, will, uh, will you uh, will you be my girlfriend?" "Um, I guess." I'm pretty sure that is how the conversation went. So there, now we were officially "going" together. Surely now he would kiss me. You'd think.
But no, they dropped me off at home, and there was no kiss.
I was starting to get a little worried. Although I was thrilled at the prospect of having a official boyfriend, I couldn't figure out why he wasn't kissing me. Was my breath bad? Maybe his breath was bad. Did my deodorant fail me? What was going on? I just didn't get it.
I will reveal in my next post how I finally got my first kiss from Bossman. I didn't really realize this story was going to take so long to write. I do know, I'm having a great time reliving my first love. Now it's time to go kiss my Bossman.
rollerskating and 80's hair
Ceeci shared her love story last week and asked that others write theirs. So here is the story of how Bossman and I met.
Bossman and I were still in high school when we met. I was a senior and he, just a junior. (I know what Eva will say here, cradle robber!)
When I was in highschool I was very involved in a youth group at my church. This group was very important to me. I did everything with those kids. We must have spent 3 or 4 nights a week at church doing something. We had a choir, we had a puppet ministry, we went and visited the shut-ins. You name it, and our group was probably involved.
Our group consisted of teens from 2 local high schools. The town we lived in was pretty small, so these were the only local high schools. Needless to say, they were rival schools. But as for our group, it didn't matter which school you attended, we were all one big happy family.
Some of the kids in our youth group decided to start a christian rock band. These kids all went to the rival school. They hooked up with a guy from their school that could play a killer lead guitar. They started bringing this guy to our church functions.
Now, just so you know, I wasn't very active in the dating scene. Although I was a senior, dating just wasn't really important to me. Heck, I was in church most of the time anyway, and we all hung out together. There was a lot of boyfriend and girlfriend stuff within our group, but we all seemed to like just hanging out together in a group, so none of us really did much "one-on-one" dating. I did have a couple of guys that I tried to date, but it never lasted long, because I always wanted to hang with the group. I felt like if I wasn't there I would miss something.
Anyway, my friends start bringing this guy, from the rival school, to different church events. Now this guy was really tall, which I liked, because I'm really tall, and it was hard to find guys in high school taller than me. This guy had dark curly hair. Now remember, this is in the middle of the 80's, so the in thing was big hair. Remember, this guy was the lead guitarist in a rock band. So he had long poofy hair. Typical 80's rock band hair.
So, I'd been seeing this guy at some of our church functions. But I hadn't really talked to him. We may have been a church youth group, but we weren't very open to newcomers. It's not that we were mean but we were just full of ourselves. You know, typical teen stuff.
One night, our group had a rollerskating party. I'll never forget it, it was a monday night. It was spring break. We were having a great time. My friends brought Bossman to the roller rink. Remember how big rollerskating was in the 80's? Just hearing 80's music brings me back to the roller rink. At this rink they would have different things happening. Some songs were special songs, and they would call it couples skate. If you wanted to skate during that song, you had to have a partner. They didn't care whether it was a girl or guy, but you had to skate with a partner. Usually, during these times, I would either skate with a girl friend or just sit it out. So my girl friend asks me to skate with her.
Now, mind you, this is the end of my senior year. I've only got about a month or so until my 18th birthday. And a couple of months left of high school. But I was very shy around boys. Especially boys that were not in our church group. For some reason, on this night, I was feeling a little frisky. So when my friend asked me to skate, I just wasn't feeling it. I looked out on the skate floor and some of my friends with boyfriends were skating around, holding hands and such, and it looked so romantic. I looked around the sides of the rink, and this boy, the one that my friends had brought, was sitting on one of the benches just watching the other skaters. I knew in that moment, I should ask him to skate. So I tell my friend, I think I'll ask that guy to skate with me.
This was so out of my character that my friend couldn't believe it. She says, puuleesse! There is no way your going over there and asking him to skate. I thought about it for a minute and said, "yep, think I'll ask him." So she dared me. "Sure you will," she said, "I don't believe you'll do it." So.....I did!
I skated over to him, and sat down next to him on the bench. I pretty sure I was having a nervous break down, but ever so clever as I am, I pretended to be fixing my skate. When he didn't even really look over at me, I thought, oh man, this is going to be harder than I thought. But I took the plunge and asked anyway.
"uh, hey, how's it going?" I said. "oh, hey, it's goin'." He said. "so hey, uh, wouldyouskatewithme?" "Uh, ok." he said, and stood up. So we both go on the skate floor and start skating side by side. Not touching or anything, just skating. So pathetic. Just thinking about it makes me laugh.
After a few rounds around the rink, I ask him his name, he asks me mine, and there you have it...our first meeting. Still no hand holding, but just talking and skating.
But then the whorish little wench that I am comes up with an even better plan. After witnessing a couple of friends skate by backwards, I ask if he knows how to skate backward. Sure, he says, and turns around to face me, and starts skating backward. So I say, I don't think I can skate backward. So I turn around and try. Pretending that I can't skate backward, he turns around and puts his hands up, so he can push me around backward. Aaaahhhh, I touched him...tee hee!
Anyway, that's how the rest of the night went. We pretty much skated around together the rest of the night. I pretty much kept trying to skate backward and he kept pushing me around the rink. It was really fun, and I felt so free, like I had broken out of my shell. I mean I ASKED a boy to skate. A boy I didn't know. How cool was that??
There is more to this story, but I've got to take the little man out for some school shoes. If your not too bored, stop by again, and I'll finish up my cute little high school story.
later.....
Bossman and I were still in high school when we met. I was a senior and he, just a junior. (I know what Eva will say here, cradle robber!)
When I was in highschool I was very involved in a youth group at my church. This group was very important to me. I did everything with those kids. We must have spent 3 or 4 nights a week at church doing something. We had a choir, we had a puppet ministry, we went and visited the shut-ins. You name it, and our group was probably involved.
Our group consisted of teens from 2 local high schools. The town we lived in was pretty small, so these were the only local high schools. Needless to say, they were rival schools. But as for our group, it didn't matter which school you attended, we were all one big happy family.
Some of the kids in our youth group decided to start a christian rock band. These kids all went to the rival school. They hooked up with a guy from their school that could play a killer lead guitar. They started bringing this guy to our church functions.
Now, just so you know, I wasn't very active in the dating scene. Although I was a senior, dating just wasn't really important to me. Heck, I was in church most of the time anyway, and we all hung out together. There was a lot of boyfriend and girlfriend stuff within our group, but we all seemed to like just hanging out together in a group, so none of us really did much "one-on-one" dating. I did have a couple of guys that I tried to date, but it never lasted long, because I always wanted to hang with the group. I felt like if I wasn't there I would miss something.
Anyway, my friends start bringing this guy, from the rival school, to different church events. Now this guy was really tall, which I liked, because I'm really tall, and it was hard to find guys in high school taller than me. This guy had dark curly hair. Now remember, this is in the middle of the 80's, so the in thing was big hair. Remember, this guy was the lead guitarist in a rock band. So he had long poofy hair. Typical 80's rock band hair.
So, I'd been seeing this guy at some of our church functions. But I hadn't really talked to him. We may have been a church youth group, but we weren't very open to newcomers. It's not that we were mean but we were just full of ourselves. You know, typical teen stuff.
One night, our group had a rollerskating party. I'll never forget it, it was a monday night. It was spring break. We were having a great time. My friends brought Bossman to the roller rink. Remember how big rollerskating was in the 80's? Just hearing 80's music brings me back to the roller rink. At this rink they would have different things happening. Some songs were special songs, and they would call it couples skate. If you wanted to skate during that song, you had to have a partner. They didn't care whether it was a girl or guy, but you had to skate with a partner. Usually, during these times, I would either skate with a girl friend or just sit it out. So my girl friend asks me to skate with her.
Now, mind you, this is the end of my senior year. I've only got about a month or so until my 18th birthday. And a couple of months left of high school. But I was very shy around boys. Especially boys that were not in our church group. For some reason, on this night, I was feeling a little frisky. So when my friend asked me to skate, I just wasn't feeling it. I looked out on the skate floor and some of my friends with boyfriends were skating around, holding hands and such, and it looked so romantic. I looked around the sides of the rink, and this boy, the one that my friends had brought, was sitting on one of the benches just watching the other skaters. I knew in that moment, I should ask him to skate. So I tell my friend, I think I'll ask that guy to skate with me.
This was so out of my character that my friend couldn't believe it. She says, puuleesse! There is no way your going over there and asking him to skate. I thought about it for a minute and said, "yep, think I'll ask him." So she dared me. "Sure you will," she said, "I don't believe you'll do it." So.....I did!
I skated over to him, and sat down next to him on the bench. I pretty sure I was having a nervous break down, but ever so clever as I am, I pretended to be fixing my skate. When he didn't even really look over at me, I thought, oh man, this is going to be harder than I thought. But I took the plunge and asked anyway.
"uh, hey, how's it going?" I said. "oh, hey, it's goin'." He said. "so hey, uh, wouldyouskatewithme?" "Uh, ok." he said, and stood up. So we both go on the skate floor and start skating side by side. Not touching or anything, just skating. So pathetic. Just thinking about it makes me laugh.
After a few rounds around the rink, I ask him his name, he asks me mine, and there you have it...our first meeting. Still no hand holding, but just talking and skating.
But then the whorish little wench that I am comes up with an even better plan. After witnessing a couple of friends skate by backwards, I ask if he knows how to skate backward. Sure, he says, and turns around to face me, and starts skating backward. So I say, I don't think I can skate backward. So I turn around and try. Pretending that I can't skate backward, he turns around and puts his hands up, so he can push me around backward. Aaaahhhh, I touched him...tee hee!
Anyway, that's how the rest of the night went. We pretty much skated around together the rest of the night. I pretty much kept trying to skate backward and he kept pushing me around the rink. It was really fun, and I felt so free, like I had broken out of my shell. I mean I ASKED a boy to skate. A boy I didn't know. How cool was that??
There is more to this story, but I've got to take the little man out for some school shoes. If your not too bored, stop by again, and I'll finish up my cute little high school story.
later.....
Gratitude Tuesday
I've always loved gratitude Tuesday over at Ceeci's place. Seems like I always showed up on Wednesday, so I never posted my own. I have sat and made up my own list in my head, but I think for now I will post them here. So here's my list, and don't worry, I'm still working on the love story!
Today is the letter "H".
Hugs: How would I survive without hugs. Hugs make people smile. I love hugs.
Halos: Angels would look pretty silly without them, but I always carry mine in my pocket. ;)
Heath bars: What can I say, I just love that candy bar.
Holidays: I love spending time with my family on the holiday. I love the traditions we have. Besides, who doesn't like opening presents?
Hopscotch: Is there anything sweeter than watching little girls playing hopscotch? If only we could bottle up that innocence.
Hairy chests: Bossman has the best chest. Rubbing my fingers through his hairy chest really makes me feel calm and safe.
Handspankings: Spankings are good, no matter what, but my favorite spanking of all would be the hand spanking. What better way is there to connect with Bossman? I believe that getting a spanking by hand is the most intimate form of spanking.
Home: They say Home is where the heart is, and for me, that is true. My home is the place where I am safe and my family is safe. It's the place where there is unconditional love. Where else is there unconditional love?
Heart: I saved hearts for last. Hearts are my favorite. I collect heart boxes, and you can usually find me wearing some sort of heart jewelry. Hearts represent love and without love the world would be a very sad place to live.
Well that's it. I hope you enjoyed it.
later.....
Today is the letter "H".
Hugs: How would I survive without hugs. Hugs make people smile. I love hugs.
Halos: Angels would look pretty silly without them, but I always carry mine in my pocket. ;)
Heath bars: What can I say, I just love that candy bar.
Holidays: I love spending time with my family on the holiday. I love the traditions we have. Besides, who doesn't like opening presents?
Hopscotch: Is there anything sweeter than watching little girls playing hopscotch? If only we could bottle up that innocence.
Hairy chests: Bossman has the best chest. Rubbing my fingers through his hairy chest really makes me feel calm and safe.
Handspankings: Spankings are good, no matter what, but my favorite spanking of all would be the hand spanking. What better way is there to connect with Bossman? I believe that getting a spanking by hand is the most intimate form of spanking.
Home: They say Home is where the heart is, and for me, that is true. My home is the place where I am safe and my family is safe. It's the place where there is unconditional love. Where else is there unconditional love?
Heart: I saved hearts for last. Hearts are my favorite. I collect heart boxes, and you can usually find me wearing some sort of heart jewelry. Hearts represent love and without love the world would be a very sad place to live.
Well that's it. I hope you enjoyed it.
later.....
sandpaper down my shorts
Last week was a hard week. Lots of things happening. The little man is starting his first season of football. So last week was his first "hell" week. We didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't too bad, and the little man loved it. Only problem is, Bossman came home from the first day of practice and announced that he is the coach. Not the assistant coach, the head coach. Great! We've never done this before, but now my husband is the coach? That's the last time I send him alone to anything! So the whole week has been consumed with football. Football talk, football phone calls, football practices, and low and behold, football on TV. Oh well, The little man is thrilled that daddy is the coach, and Bossman is having lots of fun with it. Can't wait for the first game, when all the parents start yelling at him because their precious one is not the quarterback, or didn't play enough, I think you get the picture..LOL
One week after shaving the kitty, I've discovered sandpaper in my shorts. Its so prickly and rough. If I don't touch it up everyday, it gets really itchy. That's the down side of the shaved kitty. The up side...it's way more sensitive.
There haven't been any spankings, but there has been plenty of talk. Bossman has said many times that he can't wait until school starts again. There have been a couple of times when he has lamented that he should spank me right then, because he knew I really needed it. This is a good thing.
It's nice to know he thinks about it. It didn't used to be that way. I always worry that I have forced him into something that he doesn't really want to do. Believe me, he assures me that he does. But I am not the most confident person in the world. One time, we were having a conversation about this very subject and he looked at me with such a shocked face and said, "what man wouldn't want to spank his wife, if given the opportunity?" Hmmmm, that's a good point. So I guess I shouldn't worry to much about that. Although, I hate to think that he is just doing this to make me happy. I want it to make him happy as well. Since he's been the one to mention it, I'm thinking it's making him happy too.
That's all I've got for today. I've been having a bit of a writing block lately that's why the posts have been sparse. Sometime last week, Ceeci wrote a beautiful piece about how she and Mojo met. She asked others to write their stories, so I think I'll write that for my next post. Stay tuned for that!
Days until school starts: 1 week and 2 days!
later.....
One week after shaving the kitty, I've discovered sandpaper in my shorts. Its so prickly and rough. If I don't touch it up everyday, it gets really itchy. That's the down side of the shaved kitty. The up side...it's way more sensitive.
There haven't been any spankings, but there has been plenty of talk. Bossman has said many times that he can't wait until school starts again. There have been a couple of times when he has lamented that he should spank me right then, because he knew I really needed it. This is a good thing.
It's nice to know he thinks about it. It didn't used to be that way. I always worry that I have forced him into something that he doesn't really want to do. Believe me, he assures me that he does. But I am not the most confident person in the world. One time, we were having a conversation about this very subject and he looked at me with such a shocked face and said, "what man wouldn't want to spank his wife, if given the opportunity?" Hmmmm, that's a good point. So I guess I shouldn't worry to much about that. Although, I hate to think that he is just doing this to make me happy. I want it to make him happy as well. Since he's been the one to mention it, I'm thinking it's making him happy too.
That's all I've got for today. I've been having a bit of a writing block lately that's why the posts have been sparse. Sometime last week, Ceeci wrote a beautiful piece about how she and Mojo met. She asked others to write their stories, so I think I'll write that for my next post. Stay tuned for that!
Days until school starts: 1 week and 2 days!
later.....
Just when you think nothing would happen...
It DID!!
The kids decided to spend the night and grandmas house Saturday night. Can you believe it??? A night alone with Bossman, and NO kids!!!
Where do I begin to tell you about it? I can hardly believe my good fortune. When we first got home, we did our own thing. I got on the computer, he grabbed a magazine to read and went in the other room. I sat here for about 10 min and then I thought, AM I NUTS??? What am I doing here? I've got my husband to myself and I should be taking full advantage of him.
So I went to the bedroom and laid next to him. Asked him, "whatcha reading?" He just looked at me and said, "nothing important". Then he said, "I think it's time for me to spank you", to which I said, "nah, we can just skip it." But he prevailed! Hooray for Bossman!!!
First he had me stand against the wall by the closet. He pulled down my pants and unhooked my bra. While I stood there, he got down all the instruments of my torture. Paint stirrer (not bad) wooden spoon (horrible, evil thing) bamboo backscratcher (horrible, but not too bad) and he lined them all up on the bed.
After he got all ready, he led me to his lap. He started with just his hand, which was good, but after not having been spanked for a long time, it really hurt. Then he kept switching instruments so I never really knew which one was coming next. It really hurt, but it was a good thing.
After my butt was pretty much on fire, (thanks Bossman) he had me stand against the wall again. He placed a blindfold on me. While I was standing there, I could hear him going back and forth from the bathroom and the linen closet. I wasn't really sure what was coming next.
He laid me on my back on the bed, and I could feel a towel under me, so now I had a pretty good idea what he was going to do. That's right folks, if you haven't guess by now, he shaved me. Yep, shaved the kitty clean.
Oh my goodness, it was so erotic. We didn't say a word, he worked in silence. I couldn't see, so I was in a world all my own. He used his electric razor and his beard trimmer. Just so you know, those electric razors make great vibrators!!!
Needless to say after Bossman made me nice and smooth, he really got me going. Oh yessssss, baby, he really got me going.
This is where I have to leave you all to your imaginations. Let me just say, I'm a really happy camper today!
Countdown til school starts....2 weeks and 2 days.
later.....
The kids decided to spend the night and grandmas house Saturday night. Can you believe it??? A night alone with Bossman, and NO kids!!!
Where do I begin to tell you about it? I can hardly believe my good fortune. When we first got home, we did our own thing. I got on the computer, he grabbed a magazine to read and went in the other room. I sat here for about 10 min and then I thought, AM I NUTS??? What am I doing here? I've got my husband to myself and I should be taking full advantage of him.
So I went to the bedroom and laid next to him. Asked him, "whatcha reading?" He just looked at me and said, "nothing important". Then he said, "I think it's time for me to spank you", to which I said, "nah, we can just skip it." But he prevailed! Hooray for Bossman!!!
First he had me stand against the wall by the closet. He pulled down my pants and unhooked my bra. While I stood there, he got down all the instruments of my torture. Paint stirrer (not bad) wooden spoon (horrible, evil thing) bamboo backscratcher (horrible, but not too bad) and he lined them all up on the bed.
After he got all ready, he led me to his lap. He started with just his hand, which was good, but after not having been spanked for a long time, it really hurt. Then he kept switching instruments so I never really knew which one was coming next. It really hurt, but it was a good thing.
After my butt was pretty much on fire, (thanks Bossman) he had me stand against the wall again. He placed a blindfold on me. While I was standing there, I could hear him going back and forth from the bathroom and the linen closet. I wasn't really sure what was coming next.
He laid me on my back on the bed, and I could feel a towel under me, so now I had a pretty good idea what he was going to do. That's right folks, if you haven't guess by now, he shaved me. Yep, shaved the kitty clean.
Oh my goodness, it was so erotic. We didn't say a word, he worked in silence. I couldn't see, so I was in a world all my own. He used his electric razor and his beard trimmer. Just so you know, those electric razors make great vibrators!!!
Needless to say after Bossman made me nice and smooth, he really got me going. Oh yessssss, baby, he really got me going.
This is where I have to leave you all to your imaginations. Let me just say, I'm a really happy camper today!
Countdown til school starts....2 weeks and 2 days.
later.....
tagged!
Erica has tagged me and since I love this kind of thing...here it goes.
Once you have been tagged, you have to write a post with 8 facts/things/habits about yourself and say who tagged you. In the end, you will need to choose the 6 people you tag and list their names. No tag backs.
1. The beach is a spiritual place for me.
2. I collect dolls. I have at least 50 porcelain dolls.
3. I have huge feet. And very ugly toes. (yuck)
4. My favorite book series is call Outlanders, by Diana Gabaldon. Yes, there are a couple of references to spanking, but that's not really why I like them. Of course the spanking scenes make it that much better. ;)
5. I lived in Germany for 3 years, but can't speak a word of german.
6. My family and I have been on the local news 3 times this year.
7. I'm addicted to Big Brother, and have the live feed running in the background as I write this.
8. My favorite ice cream is cake batter with brownie mixed in from Cold Stone Creamery. If you haven't tried it...do it NOW!!
Since everyone I know has been tagged, I'll tag,
Eva and Elis and Mike
later......
Once you have been tagged, you have to write a post with 8 facts/things/habits about yourself and say who tagged you. In the end, you will need to choose the 6 people you tag and list their names. No tag backs.
1. The beach is a spiritual place for me.
2. I collect dolls. I have at least 50 porcelain dolls.
3. I have huge feet. And very ugly toes. (yuck)
4. My favorite book series is call Outlanders, by Diana Gabaldon. Yes, there are a couple of references to spanking, but that's not really why I like them. Of course the spanking scenes make it that much better. ;)
5. I lived in Germany for 3 years, but can't speak a word of german.
6. My family and I have been on the local news 3 times this year.
7. I'm addicted to Big Brother, and have the live feed running in the background as I write this.
8. My favorite ice cream is cake batter with brownie mixed in from Cold Stone Creamery. If you haven't tried it...do it NOW!!
Since everyone I know has been tagged, I'll tag,
Eva and Elis and Mike
later......
nothing new
I've got nothing new to report. Things have been boring, not even one spanking to report.
But the good news is, the wildchild goes back to school in 2 weeks and the little man goes back in 3. I'm told spankings will resume in full force as soon as they are safely out of earshot.
Bossman has even stated he's thinking of taking a whole day off, just so we can get back on track! I can't decide if that is a good thing or a bad thing. My heart says good, my butt says BAD!
Well, hope you are all having a great week! Heres hoping I can think of something wonderful to write about in my next post!
later.......
But the good news is, the wildchild goes back to school in 2 weeks and the little man goes back in 3. I'm told spankings will resume in full force as soon as they are safely out of earshot.
Bossman has even stated he's thinking of taking a whole day off, just so we can get back on track! I can't decide if that is a good thing or a bad thing. My heart says good, my butt says BAD!
Well, hope you are all having a great week! Heres hoping I can think of something wonderful to write about in my next post!
later.......
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