I wrote this last year for Friday Fantasy. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year!
Twas the night before Christmas...or was it?
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for a spouse!
The paddles were hung
In the closet with care
In hopes that a red bottom
Soon would be there.
The wife was a nestled
All snug in the corner
While visions of swats
And how many were wondered.
And Mamma in her tee-shirt
And I with my bats
Were just settling in
For some long and hard swats
From out of the corner
There rose such a clatter
When I said it was time
And in my hand was a swatter.
Away from the corner
She flew like a flash
Pulled down her panties
And bent over, at last.
Her butt was like moonlight
On new fallen snow
Gave luster of mid-day
To eyes all a-glow.
When, what to her wondering
Eyes should appear
But a paddle of wood
A big subject of fear.
With the first little slap
So lively and quick
I knew in a moment
She’s probably quite slick
More rapid than eagles,
The spanks how they came
She cursed and shouted
And called me bad names
Ouch, meany, Ow, wieny,
Oh please stop, it hurts
Eeeeouch yes sir, screech, no sir
She sputters and spurts
From the top of her tail bone
To the top of her thighs
Now spank away, spank away
Spank low and high
As with a very sore bottom
Her screams echo the sky
Her bum meets with the paddle
The slaps echo and fly
So upping the tempo
The paddle, it flew
With a fast paced staccato
And some rubbing too
And then in a twinkling
I heard a low moaning
The prancing and pawing
Of feet and of clawing
As I drew in my hand
And was starting to slow
Down put the paddle
And the hand was a go
My hand started slapping
From tushy to thigh
And her screams turned
To panting, and then a big sigh
A bunch of hard slaps
I had put on her bottom
And she looked like a
naughty girl, just like she oughta
Her eyes, how they twinkled
Her dimples how merry
Her bum was like roses
Her bottom like a cherry.
Her droll little bottom
Tightened just like a bow
And the skin on her thighs
Was as white as the snow
The stump of a paddle
Held tight in my hand
And I swore there was smoke
From her bottomy land
I had a broad smile,
At the buttocks that shook
When I smacked and I slapped
And I spanked and I cooked
Her bottom was chubby and plump
A right sore was her self
And I laughed when I saw it
In spite of myself
With a wink of my eye
And a twist of my wrist
Soon gave me to know
She couldn’t resist
I spoke not a word
But went straight to my work
And filled all the white spots
Then turned with a jerk
And laying a finger
Inside of her place
I gave her an orgasm
And made her heart race
Then we sprang to our bed
And our bodies did whistle
So away we both flew
Like the down of a thistle
But I heard her exclaim
as we both were entwined
Happy Spanking to all
And to all, a good night!
panties
I know I gave my Christmas wishes in the last post. I seriously didn't think I would have time to write another post. Last night gave me some thoughts though, so here they are.
First of all, Bossman and I were left home alone last night. I'm not sure why anyone thought that leaving us home alone was a good idea, but hey, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth!
So, since we were home alone, we did what everyone does when left alone, Bossman decided to spank me. What? Not everyone does that? Hhmmmm, I don't think I agree with you, but whatever! To each his own!
We thought that trying out the new ping-pong paddle would be fun, so Bossman gave it a few whacks. Let me give you a quick review:
The ping-pong paddle purchased from the .99cent store gives more smack for your buck. By smack, I mean, the sound, SMACK! It doesn't really hurt and it's loud as heck! Worth .99 cents? Worth it if you want loud. Not so much worth it if your looking for sting.
End review.
I thought maybe we could put the cover back on and see if that helped, but Bossman was over it and decided to go back to the tried and true Back scratcher. Oh how I love that darn thing.
In any case, after a lovely reddening of the bottom, we moved on to other delicious things and after THAT, we went to get dressed. As Bossman was dressing me, (without bra or panties) he noticed my grannie panties.
Here's the pantie story. See, I hate buying panties. I never know which ones to get. The last time I purchased some, I accidentally bought a pack of briefs.
In case you didn't know, which I'm sure you do because you are all WAYYYY smarter than I, briefs are not really that brief. Seriously, why do they call them briefs? They should call them parachutes! These things are huge. Comfy, but huge.
Needless to say, Bossman doesn't like them. And when he was dressing me, he noticed them and decided the undie drawer could use a little cleaning out.
He pulled out every pair out and tossed them in the trash. That's right people...he tossed them all away. Remember when I said he dressed me without panties....yeah, so I had no panties to wear.
We took a quick trip to Walmart for some panties. When I say "quick" I mean, we went to walmart 2 days before Christmas and we barely escaped with our lives. There was nothing quick about that trip.
In any case, we scoped out the panties and these were my choices. Briefs, (uh, I think we've established those were OUT!) Bikini, (uh, I have a belly pouch that would make wearing bikini's quite funny and not at all attractive.) Thong, (anal is one thing, panties up your butt? I think NOT) Boy shorts (hmm, these could work) and Hi-cut (these could really work.)
Turns out, I bought a pack of each and I like them both. They both come over the pouch nicely and they are both quite comfy. Bossman likes them both, but I think he prefers the boy shorts better.
In any case, I'm thinking of starting a petition regarding those briefs. Briefs are hardly brief and should be labeled as such!
Now, go, go have a Merry Christmas!
I mean it!
Go now!
First of all, Bossman and I were left home alone last night. I'm not sure why anyone thought that leaving us home alone was a good idea, but hey, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth!
So, since we were home alone, we did what everyone does when left alone, Bossman decided to spank me. What? Not everyone does that? Hhmmmm, I don't think I agree with you, but whatever! To each his own!
We thought that trying out the new ping-pong paddle would be fun, so Bossman gave it a few whacks. Let me give you a quick review:
The ping-pong paddle purchased from the .99cent store gives more smack for your buck. By smack, I mean, the sound, SMACK! It doesn't really hurt and it's loud as heck! Worth .99 cents? Worth it if you want loud. Not so much worth it if your looking for sting.
End review.
I thought maybe we could put the cover back on and see if that helped, but Bossman was over it and decided to go back to the tried and true Back scratcher. Oh how I love that darn thing.
In any case, after a lovely reddening of the bottom, we moved on to other delicious things and after THAT, we went to get dressed. As Bossman was dressing me, (without bra or panties) he noticed my grannie panties.
Here's the pantie story. See, I hate buying panties. I never know which ones to get. The last time I purchased some, I accidentally bought a pack of briefs.
In case you didn't know, which I'm sure you do because you are all WAYYYY smarter than I, briefs are not really that brief. Seriously, why do they call them briefs? They should call them parachutes! These things are huge. Comfy, but huge.
Needless to say, Bossman doesn't like them. And when he was dressing me, he noticed them and decided the undie drawer could use a little cleaning out.
He pulled out every pair out and tossed them in the trash. That's right people...he tossed them all away. Remember when I said he dressed me without panties....yeah, so I had no panties to wear.
We took a quick trip to Walmart for some panties. When I say "quick" I mean, we went to walmart 2 days before Christmas and we barely escaped with our lives. There was nothing quick about that trip.
In any case, we scoped out the panties and these were my choices. Briefs, (uh, I think we've established those were OUT!) Bikini, (uh, I have a belly pouch that would make wearing bikini's quite funny and not at all attractive.) Thong, (anal is one thing, panties up your butt? I think NOT) Boy shorts (hmm, these could work) and Hi-cut (these could really work.)
Turns out, I bought a pack of each and I like them both. They both come over the pouch nicely and they are both quite comfy. Bossman likes them both, but I think he prefers the boy shorts better.
In any case, I'm thinking of starting a petition regarding those briefs. Briefs are hardly brief and should be labeled as such!
Now, go, go have a Merry Christmas!
I mean it!
Go now!
The joy of the dollar store
As you can imagine, life has been busy. Christmas is just around the corner and as of today, I'm finally done shopping! Now if only the cleaning fairy would stop by, I'd be quite happy!
Unfortunately, Bossman and I both got sick. Coughing and hacking and sneezing, Oh MY!
Needless to say there hasn't been much action around here. Turns out that hacking in each others faces isn't really all that romantic!
On the upside....
My side of the family has a tradition. The adults can only buy each other gifts from the dollar store. It makes for interesting shopping, to say the least. Some of the fun things I found....
A calender called "Nuns having fun". Yes, the pictures are of nuns, doing fun things. Riding tricycles, swinging on swings....Oh my, it's very funny and I'm sure my brother will LOVE it...LOL
We also found a calendar with weird medical questions like...Why do men have nipples? What causes shrinkage? Things like that. Quite funny, if you ask me.
Last but not least we found a paddle. Yep, you heard me correct, we found a paddle.
It's a ping-pong paddle. AND, it even has a leather cover. You know, to keep it nice. Of course I had to buy it! And if I wasn't feeling sick I would get up and find the camera and take a picture of it. But...just typing that sentence made me tired, so you'll have to wait for the picture.
In any case, you should stop by your .99 cent store. You never really know what you're going to find there!
Also....
From My family to yours...Merry Christmas!
I hope you have the best Christmas ever...Good food, good friends and good family! Really? Isn't that what it's all about?
HUGS!
grace
Unfortunately, Bossman and I both got sick. Coughing and hacking and sneezing, Oh MY!
Needless to say there hasn't been much action around here. Turns out that hacking in each others faces isn't really all that romantic!
On the upside....
My side of the family has a tradition. The adults can only buy each other gifts from the dollar store. It makes for interesting shopping, to say the least. Some of the fun things I found....
A calender called "Nuns having fun". Yes, the pictures are of nuns, doing fun things. Riding tricycles, swinging on swings....Oh my, it's very funny and I'm sure my brother will LOVE it...LOL
We also found a calendar with weird medical questions like...Why do men have nipples? What causes shrinkage? Things like that. Quite funny, if you ask me.
Last but not least we found a paddle. Yep, you heard me correct, we found a paddle.
It's a ping-pong paddle. AND, it even has a leather cover. You know, to keep it nice. Of course I had to buy it! And if I wasn't feeling sick I would get up and find the camera and take a picture of it. But...just typing that sentence made me tired, so you'll have to wait for the picture.
In any case, you should stop by your .99 cent store. You never really know what you're going to find there!
Also....
From My family to yours...Merry Christmas!
I hope you have the best Christmas ever...Good food, good friends and good family! Really? Isn't that what it's all about?
HUGS!
grace
The Story of He and She
He and She took a shower together. It was nice. There was lots of touching and rubbing and all the wonderful sexy things that happen during showers with lovers.
Once out of the shower, He has She sit on the toilet seat cover and administer a blow job. She complied.
Once that was done, He and She go to get dressed. She puts on her jeans. She wandered around the room gathering bra and shirt. He sat on the bed. He asks She to come over topless so He could say goodbye to the "girls." She hates when He does that.
He makes Her come to Him. She stands between His legs. She is embarrassed and just wants it to be over. She looks up at the wall, over His head, willing Him to please hurry.
He notices and tells her to stop. "It's not that bad", he says. He says She needs a spanking. She says, "Not now, the kids will hear." He doesn't care.
He wants Her to ask for a spanking. He wants Her to say She needs a spanking. Tears come to Her eyes. "Please, don't make me say it." She says.
He makes Her look in his eyes. "Say it", He says. "Tell me you need a spanking."
She can't say it. She is embarrassed. She looks away. He holds Her wrists and makes Her say it. She finally whispers, low and quick, "Ineedaspanking."
He pulls down Her pants and pulls Her over His knee. He has the backscratcher. The BS is not loud. It will not be heard over the household noise. He spanks Her.
"You need this," He says. "Yes," she thinks, "Yes, I do."
He finishes the short spanking and pulls Her up. He takes Her to the corner and then He rummages around the closet. He pulls out the velcro cuffs and fastens Her wrists behind Her. He blindfolds Her then pushes Her on the bed. He takes out the vibrator and puts it right on Her spot. After a few moments He decides to do the job with His mouth.
She cums. He pulls down His pants and enters Her twitching spot.
Then.... He and She cum together.
He and She are very happy.
The End
Once out of the shower, He has She sit on the toilet seat cover and administer a blow job. She complied.
Once that was done, He and She go to get dressed. She puts on her jeans. She wandered around the room gathering bra and shirt. He sat on the bed. He asks She to come over topless so He could say goodbye to the "girls." She hates when He does that.
He makes Her come to Him. She stands between His legs. She is embarrassed and just wants it to be over. She looks up at the wall, over His head, willing Him to please hurry.
He notices and tells her to stop. "It's not that bad", he says. He says She needs a spanking. She says, "Not now, the kids will hear." He doesn't care.
He wants Her to ask for a spanking. He wants Her to say She needs a spanking. Tears come to Her eyes. "Please, don't make me say it." She says.
He makes Her look in his eyes. "Say it", He says. "Tell me you need a spanking."
She can't say it. She is embarrassed. She looks away. He holds Her wrists and makes Her say it. She finally whispers, low and quick, "Ineedaspanking."
He pulls down Her pants and pulls Her over His knee. He has the backscratcher. The BS is not loud. It will not be heard over the household noise. He spanks Her.
"You need this," He says. "Yes," she thinks, "Yes, I do."
He finishes the short spanking and pulls Her up. He takes Her to the corner and then He rummages around the closet. He pulls out the velcro cuffs and fastens Her wrists behind Her. He blindfolds Her then pushes Her on the bed. He takes out the vibrator and puts it right on Her spot. After a few moments He decides to do the job with His mouth.
She cums. He pulls down His pants and enters Her twitching spot.
Then.... He and She cum together.
He and She are very happy.
The End
The Ball
I felt just like Cinderella going to the ball. I had the magic shoes, I had the sparkly dress, I even had my own personal hairdresser! (the wildchild)
Bossman has worked for the company for 6 years, so this is our 6th party. (Duh!) Bossman said I looked sexy and I looked better than last year! YAY me! I always feel more convident when I know I look good for my man.
The food was good, the wine was good and Bossman looked GREAT! I swear, that man looks so sexy in a suit!
After a short speech from the Boss, it was time to dance! I'm not much of a dancer, I prefer slow dancing...but everyone was gettin' jiggy with it...so I decided to join the fun! We had a great time. The DJ sucked donkey balls though! Who plays all fast songs and NO slow? I mean really...people get tired. They want a slow song thrown in once in awhile. One of the Bosses asked Bossman to go up and request a slow song. Bossman was put on the spot, but went up and asked. They asked what song he wanted....he went blank and couldn't think of one. The DJ looked dumbfounded.
After about 3 more fast songs, (by the way, they were playing mostly 80's rock, so taht part was good) they finally played a slow song. It was country! Now I love a good country song, but it was the first country song of the night. How funny, they couldn't think of a slow song so they had to go to country. THEN, the played 2 slow songs in a row...both country. We thought that was VERY funny.
At the end of the slow songs we decided to head home. The party was slowing some, and frankly, it was getting boring.
So, there you go! There was nothing exciting to report. Nobody embarrassed themselves. I was bummed. I was hoping for a good story to share!
Oh well! I do have something else to share though.....
Today is PK's birthday! Stop by her blog and give her some love!
I hope your day is filled with spankings, you deserve each and every one of them!
Have a great Birthday! Love you!
HUGS!
grace
Bossman has worked for the company for 6 years, so this is our 6th party. (Duh!) Bossman said I looked sexy and I looked better than last year! YAY me! I always feel more convident when I know I look good for my man.
The food was good, the wine was good and Bossman looked GREAT! I swear, that man looks so sexy in a suit!
After a short speech from the Boss, it was time to dance! I'm not much of a dancer, I prefer slow dancing...but everyone was gettin' jiggy with it...so I decided to join the fun! We had a great time. The DJ sucked donkey balls though! Who plays all fast songs and NO slow? I mean really...people get tired. They want a slow song thrown in once in awhile. One of the Bosses asked Bossman to go up and request a slow song. Bossman was put on the spot, but went up and asked. They asked what song he wanted....he went blank and couldn't think of one. The DJ looked dumbfounded.
After about 3 more fast songs, (by the way, they were playing mostly 80's rock, so taht part was good) they finally played a slow song. It was country! Now I love a good country song, but it was the first country song of the night. How funny, they couldn't think of a slow song so they had to go to country. THEN, the played 2 slow songs in a row...both country. We thought that was VERY funny.
At the end of the slow songs we decided to head home. The party was slowing some, and frankly, it was getting boring.
So, there you go! There was nothing exciting to report. Nobody embarrassed themselves. I was bummed. I was hoping for a good story to share!
Oh well! I do have something else to share though.....
Today is PK's birthday! Stop by her blog and give her some love!
I hope your day is filled with spankings, you deserve each and every one of them!
Have a great Birthday! Love you!
HUGS!
grace
Count your blessings!
The party is tomorrow....curse me and my tallness and big feet!
But brisk *clap, clap* enough depressing crap!
I was reminded today of blessings and I thought I'd share my story.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to a used book store in my area. I LOVE reading, but I really don't like book stores all that much. It's too overwhelming and I don't know where to begin. PLUS, I HATE spending money on new books. I LOVE the smell of new books, but you know something? The story is the same whether you read it in a new book or used book.
Anyway, I was in the store and this very cute old lady (when I say old, I mean she's probably in her 70's) was running the store. We were discussing the book I was looking for and she was asking how I found her store. Then we got in a a discussion about how nobody reads the newspaper anymore and how sad it was.
While I was purchasing my lovely, lovely books, she pointed to a dish on the counter that had decorative colored stones in it. (the shiny colored glass stones that you use in vases and such) She told me to take one, they were free. I first I didn't understand but she explained to me that they were blessing stones. You are suppose to keep it in your pocket and whenever you reach in the pocket and touch it, it will remind you of how blessed you are. How sweet was THAT?
I had forgotten about the blessing stone until sorting the laundry today and the blessing stone fell out of my pocket. I remembered the story and I sat on the floor of the bathroom and remembered my blessings. Trust me, I have plenty.
It's easy to forget how blessed we are when things don't seem to be going our way. I have relatively good health, I have wonderful children and I have a really sexy husband!
After thinking of all my blessing, I came online to check email and such. When I turned on the computer, I saw my desktop picture. I had forgotten that I had changed it the other day, so I was surprised, at first, to see a new picture.
This picture was taken on Saturday. My son and I went to a walking path that we hadn't been to before. It was just the two of us and we had the binoculars and water and we set off to see what we could see.We He climbed rocks and we looked at birds and it was just a really nice day.
We also saw THIS:
No joke, I took that picture!
If that's not the universe/God reminding me that I am blessed and loved....well I don't know what is!
So, go get yourself a pocket blessing. Find a rock or a stone or a penny or a lucky rabbits foot. Put it in your pocket and then....every time you stick your hand in your pocket, remember how blessed you are!
I know I do!
*shoe update*
Believe it or not, the wildchild just came in with a magical pair of shoes! They have a very short heel and are silver and sparkly. They are the perfect shoes. AND, they match my dress! I just tried them on and lo and behold they fit! Where did the magical shoes come from, you ask? Apparently last night she saw them on her friends floor in her bedroom, asked if I could borrow them and WA-LA! Magical shoes!
See, I really am blessed!
But brisk *clap, clap* enough depressing crap!
I was reminded today of blessings and I thought I'd share my story.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to a used book store in my area. I LOVE reading, but I really don't like book stores all that much. It's too overwhelming and I don't know where to begin. PLUS, I HATE spending money on new books. I LOVE the smell of new books, but you know something? The story is the same whether you read it in a new book or used book.
Anyway, I was in the store and this very cute old lady (when I say old, I mean she's probably in her 70's) was running the store. We were discussing the book I was looking for and she was asking how I found her store. Then we got in a a discussion about how nobody reads the newspaper anymore and how sad it was.
While I was purchasing my lovely, lovely books, she pointed to a dish on the counter that had decorative colored stones in it. (the shiny colored glass stones that you use in vases and such) She told me to take one, they were free. I first I didn't understand but she explained to me that they were blessing stones. You are suppose to keep it in your pocket and whenever you reach in the pocket and touch it, it will remind you of how blessed you are. How sweet was THAT?
I had forgotten about the blessing stone until sorting the laundry today and the blessing stone fell out of my pocket. I remembered the story and I sat on the floor of the bathroom and remembered my blessings. Trust me, I have plenty.
It's easy to forget how blessed we are when things don't seem to be going our way. I have relatively good health, I have wonderful children and I have a really sexy husband!
After thinking of all my blessing, I came online to check email and such. When I turned on the computer, I saw my desktop picture. I had forgotten that I had changed it the other day, so I was surprised, at first, to see a new picture.
This picture was taken on Saturday. My son and I went to a walking path that we hadn't been to before. It was just the two of us and we had the binoculars and water and we set off to see what we could see.
We also saw THIS:
No joke, I took that picture!
If that's not the universe/God reminding me that I am blessed and loved....well I don't know what is!
So, go get yourself a pocket blessing. Find a rock or a stone or a penny or a lucky rabbits foot. Put it in your pocket and then....every time you stick your hand in your pocket, remember how blessed you are!
I know I do!
*shoe update*
Believe it or not, the wildchild just came in with a magical pair of shoes! They have a very short heel and are silver and sparkly. They are the perfect shoes. AND, they match my dress! I just tried them on and lo and behold they fit! Where did the magical shoes come from, you ask? Apparently last night she saw them on her friends floor in her bedroom, asked if I could borrow them and WA-LA! Magical shoes!
See, I really am blessed!
A hard week
Warning...this post is depressing. If looking for happy, cheerful stuff, please, take a look at my links. I'm sure there is something there to make you smile.
This has been a hard week for me. Hard weeks = not in a blogging mood.
I don't really have much to write on this blog. There hasn't been spanking and although Bossman and I have made up from our previous spat, we still aren't all that connected. It's hard to get connected when you just don't have any time alone. It seems that when the time alone comes, we have other things to do.
So, in other depressing developments, Poor D had to put her dog to sleep. Now I ask you all, how fair is that? The dog was old and frail, as a matter of fact, the dog was 17, but still....this was D's baby. When D called with the news, she couldn't stop sobbing. This dog was her child.
After the week I've been having, it's just been too much to bear. I've become afraid to answer the phone when I see D's number. It just seems like the news is always, always bad!
It's exhausting! See, when I talk to D, I try always to be positive. But I found myself lacking words. I've run out of comforting things to say.
Sometimes life just isn't fair.
In other news, Friday night Bossman and I have to attend a fancy-shmancy Christmas dinner for Bossmans work. This thing is held at the fancy-shmancy country club and there are lots of very rich people there. I don't look forward to going. Not only is it boring, but sheez, I have nothing in common with these people. They talk about their trips to far off lands, they talk about their cabins by the lakes and their new boats. They all look fancy...hair all quaffed and nails all polished and spiffy looking and I...well I always feel like the red-neck hillybilly!
I have nothing to talk about, except kids or "Ellen". I could say I blog about spanking...that might turn a few heads! But, I do want Bossman to keep his job, so that's probably not a good idea!
I did get a sparkly dress. I spent the entire day looking for shoes. What the HELL is wrong with shoes stores? Why must every single shoe have 5 inch heels? I'm 5'10 people, if I wear high heels I look like gigantor! I could just get some leather and you can call me Zena Warrior Princess!
~sigh~ I gave up the search for shoes. I'm going barefoot. Think they will let me into the country club? Probably not...Oh well they probably all think I'm one of the Beverly Hillbillys anyway!
Ok, enough of this depressing crap...just reading this is making me sick....
Next post....The country club dinner and how I embarrassed myself. (Cuz I just KNOW something will happen...)
This has been a hard week for me. Hard weeks = not in a blogging mood.
I don't really have much to write on this blog. There hasn't been spanking and although Bossman and I have made up from our previous spat, we still aren't all that connected. It's hard to get connected when you just don't have any time alone. It seems that when the time alone comes, we have other things to do.
So, in other depressing developments, Poor D had to put her dog to sleep. Now I ask you all, how fair is that? The dog was old and frail, as a matter of fact, the dog was 17, but still....this was D's baby. When D called with the news, she couldn't stop sobbing. This dog was her child.
After the week I've been having, it's just been too much to bear. I've become afraid to answer the phone when I see D's number. It just seems like the news is always, always bad!
It's exhausting! See, when I talk to D, I try always to be positive. But I found myself lacking words. I've run out of comforting things to say.
Sometimes life just isn't fair.
In other news, Friday night Bossman and I have to attend a fancy-shmancy Christmas dinner for Bossmans work. This thing is held at the fancy-shmancy country club and there are lots of very rich people there. I don't look forward to going. Not only is it boring, but sheez, I have nothing in common with these people. They talk about their trips to far off lands, they talk about their cabins by the lakes and their new boats. They all look fancy...hair all quaffed and nails all polished and spiffy looking and I...well I always feel like the red-neck hillybilly!
I have nothing to talk about, except kids or "Ellen". I could say I blog about spanking...that might turn a few heads! But, I do want Bossman to keep his job, so that's probably not a good idea!
I did get a sparkly dress. I spent the entire day looking for shoes. What the HELL is wrong with shoes stores? Why must every single shoe have 5 inch heels? I'm 5'10 people, if I wear high heels I look like gigantor! I could just get some leather and you can call me Zena Warrior Princess!
~sigh~ I gave up the search for shoes. I'm going barefoot. Think they will let me into the country club? Probably not...Oh well they probably all think I'm one of the Beverly Hillbillys anyway!
Ok, enough of this depressing crap...just reading this is making me sick....
Next post....The country club dinner and how I embarrassed myself. (Cuz I just KNOW something will happen...)
Update to the update....
D is doing fine. Apparently it wasn't as bad as they thought it was going to be and she was able to come home today.
Thank you all for your continued support.
I believe that every good thought, whether you know her or not, is helpful!
I know it helps me!
Thank you all for your continued support.
I believe that every good thought, whether you know her or not, is helpful!
I know it helps me!
Update
I just wanted to ask you all to please keep D in your thoughts and prayers today.
Apparently, they have now found a blockage in her heart. She is going in for angiogram tomorrow, which, now that I think about it, most of you are probably reading this tomorrow, so in that case, she's having it today!
This is horrible news. Things seem to be going from bad to worse. She has to discontinue the chemo, which isn't good for the cancer, so she can treat her heart.
I would like to remind you (or tell the new people) that D is only 35.
That's all I have for today. But I would still like your opinions on the last post, so please, if you haven't read it yet, scroll down and read it and leave your opinion.
Inquiring minds want to know!
Apparently, they have now found a blockage in her heart. She is going in for angiogram tomorrow, which, now that I think about it, most of you are probably reading this tomorrow, so in that case, she's having it today!
This is horrible news. Things seem to be going from bad to worse. She has to discontinue the chemo, which isn't good for the cancer, so she can treat her heart.
I would like to remind you (or tell the new people) that D is only 35.
That's all I have for today. But I would still like your opinions on the last post, so please, if you haven't read it yet, scroll down and read it and leave your opinion.
Inquiring minds want to know!
the problem with being born submissive
I would like to give a shout out to Lizzybee and Andrades! I love that new readers are stopping by. Thanks for reading my humble little blog. I don't have any answers but I do like to give my opinion. Stop by anytime and although I'm terrible at answering comments, I do read them....I DO!
So, to the problem with being born submissive.
If you missed the post about being born submissive, you can find it here.
After reading all the comments on that post, I realized I am not alone in this thinking. I realized what the biggest problem is.
Most of us...at a very young age...are taught that being submissive is bad. It's not politically correct. It makes us weak.
So, instead of embracing the fact that we are submissive, we are made to feel like we are weird. Not normal. Other women look down their noses and wonder how we could possibly LIKE letting a MAN lead us.
Somehow, being submissive makes us stupid. Suddenly we can't make decisions. We can't think for ourselves.
I don't know about you, but I have some pretty strong opinions and I'm not afraid to express them. I also know how to make decisions, without consulting a man. Sure, it's nice to have a man to consult with, but if push came to shove, I could take care of myself.
It's funny, Bossman and I were discussing how life was when we were 18/19 years old. Those were the years we were just dating. As we were taking a jaunt down memory lane I realized how different I am. Back then, I was VERY independent. I knew what I wanted and I did what I wanted. My mamma taught me to be self-sufficient. Bossman, on the other hand, didn't really have a clue. I don't say that to be mean, but he was brought up in a very strict house. He didn't really know what the real world was like. He wasn't very independent. He did exactly what his parents told him to do and didn't think outside the box.
As we've grown and changed in last 20 years, things are reversed. I still have my independent streak, but I prefer to let him handle things. He is much more independent, taking on the world and all it has to offer.
I don't mind the change. I am happier for it. I always knew that I wanted a big strong man to take care of me. My man had to be taller than me (I'm 5'10), he had to want to do things like open doors and such for me. I always wanted to be the helpless female. That role in life appealed to me in a way I just can't explain.
I still have my independent side. I am the helpless female with Bossman and Bossman alone. Don't try and tell me women are stupid. Don't tell me women can't drive or can't do this or that. Women can do anything they set their minds to. Don't tell me women don't deserve to earn as much money as a man and don't you dare try and tell me that men are superior to women.
But there is something to be said for having a man to take care of you!
Oh, and one thing that a man could never do....have babies! I dare any man to try that! (and NO, the she/man that had the baby doesn't count!)
What are your thoughts? Am I crazy, or does this make sense?
So, to the problem with being born submissive.
If you missed the post about being born submissive, you can find it here.
After reading all the comments on that post, I realized I am not alone in this thinking. I realized what the biggest problem is.
Most of us...at a very young age...are taught that being submissive is bad. It's not politically correct. It makes us weak.
So, instead of embracing the fact that we are submissive, we are made to feel like we are weird. Not normal. Other women look down their noses and wonder how we could possibly LIKE letting a MAN lead us.
Somehow, being submissive makes us stupid. Suddenly we can't make decisions. We can't think for ourselves.
I don't know about you, but I have some pretty strong opinions and I'm not afraid to express them. I also know how to make decisions, without consulting a man. Sure, it's nice to have a man to consult with, but if push came to shove, I could take care of myself.
It's funny, Bossman and I were discussing how life was when we were 18/19 years old. Those were the years we were just dating. As we were taking a jaunt down memory lane I realized how different I am. Back then, I was VERY independent. I knew what I wanted and I did what I wanted. My mamma taught me to be self-sufficient. Bossman, on the other hand, didn't really have a clue. I don't say that to be mean, but he was brought up in a very strict house. He didn't really know what the real world was like. He wasn't very independent. He did exactly what his parents told him to do and didn't think outside the box.
As we've grown and changed in last 20 years, things are reversed. I still have my independent streak, but I prefer to let him handle things. He is much more independent, taking on the world and all it has to offer.
I don't mind the change. I am happier for it. I always knew that I wanted a big strong man to take care of me. My man had to be taller than me (I'm 5'10), he had to want to do things like open doors and such for me. I always wanted to be the helpless female. That role in life appealed to me in a way I just can't explain.
I still have my independent side. I am the helpless female with Bossman and Bossman alone. Don't try and tell me women are stupid. Don't tell me women can't drive or can't do this or that. Women can do anything they set their minds to. Don't tell me women don't deserve to earn as much money as a man and don't you dare try and tell me that men are superior to women.
But there is something to be said for having a man to take care of you!
Oh, and one thing that a man could never do....have babies! I dare any man to try that! (and NO, the she/man that had the baby doesn't count!)
What are your thoughts? Am I crazy, or does this make sense?
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