Domestic Discipline is complicated. There are no rules to follow.
Every relationship is different. What works for some, doesn't always work for others.
Personalities play a huge roll. Submissive and/or dominate alike have to be part of your personality.
It's no wonder that it's so hard to incorporate this type of relationship into your everyday life.
Of course I haven't even mentioned how it's so "unacceptable" in todays society. Heaven help you if you actually tell people around you that your husband spanks you. Not only would you be looked at like the town whore, but your husband would be arrested for domestic abuse.
Women's rights movements would hunt us down if they knew that we were willing to allow men to lead us. Women should be powerful and successful and should be stronger than the men! HA!
Why am I pointing this all out? Because I am amazed at how many of us seek this kind of relationship.
If you surf the web, you will find all kinds of websites dedicated to d/d. I am especially amused by the Christian ones. Most of you know that I profess to be a Christian. So you're probably wondering why the Christian websites would amuse me. So, I'll tell you...
Am I the only one that thinks the Christian sites are just trying to justify "this thing we do," so they don't look like they are doing anything bad? Believe me, I believe in the Bible. But I am not going to use it as an excuse to let my husband spank me.
My husband spanks me because I want him to, not because God told him to. If God told man to spank his wife, you can bet that all Christian churches would teach d/d and spanking would be mainstream. Not only that, but Eve? Adam should have spanked her LONG and HARD!
I've often struggled to understand if spanking makes me a pervert. Does allowing my husband to spank me, make me a bad person? Does it make me kinky? Weird? (Ok, these are hypothetical and I DON'T expect you to answer them....PK!)
Then I think about other things sexual. Does trying new things in the bedroom make me a sinner?
So, I asked around. I talked to people over the years about this sort of thing. I wanted to know how a good Christian woman would be interested in these kind of things.
You know, everyone has a different answer. Amazing, I know, but true. Some think that certain things are a sin. Some think that it doesn't matter.
So can we pick and choose? Can we be spankers and be good Christians?
In my opinion, YES!
Here's what I've decided. This is MY decision, not YOURS. You can't have it. You have to make your own.
I've decided that what I do in my bedroom is my decision. It's between me and God. Well, I suppose it's between me and God and Bossman! I believe that marriage is a sacred thing and as long as you uphold your marriage vows, then what you do in the bedroom is ok with God.
I have to point out....I'm a pretty open-minded person. I believe that everyone has to make their own decisions about religion, about God, about politics and about sex. I don't judge what others do. If you ask me about religion, I talk to you about it. But I don't force others to believe what I believe. And I don't judge you for what you believe. That goes for sexual orientation, sexual preferences, religious beliefs, politics or anything else. I believe that we are born with the right to choose. We all have to find what fits for us. Therefore, how can I possibly judge you if your beliefs are different than mine? That would be hypocritical of me,now wouldn't it?
Back to the point. (well, I think there's a point ) Domestic Discipline is complicated. It takes loads of communication and trust. It also takes change. You have to be willing to change and your partner has to be willing to change. Since there are no rules, you have to make them up. You have to see what fits. What works and what doesn't. I read somewhere that a relationship is not a race. Nothing has to happen over night. There isn't a time frame for getting things done. You may be ready, but what if your partner isn't? If you love that person and that person loves you, you WILL work it out. Compromise is another big thing. Without that, you will fall flat on your face.
I'm not sure where all this leads. I just know that I've been thinking it and feeling it, so I wrote it.
You may or may not agree with me. That's ok. As long as you don't criticize I'll be fine.
I don't do criticism well.
I love Tuesday!
Well, don't ever ask me to predict the future, for I seem to be batting zero when it comes to that.
Today was Tuesday, right? Well, I don't watch the baby on Tuesday, that is why when I told Bossman on Friday he was going to have to wait until Tuesday, it's because I knew, or thought I knew that Tuesday and Wednesday are the only kid free days. Usually! Of course if you read yesterdays post, you know that I already got spanked on Saturday.
So today is Tuesday...right?
Bossman decided to take the day off work. I'm seriously lucky that my husband has the kind of job where he can take days off whenever he wants. Today was one of those days.
Today was a beautiful day. A beautiful Tuesday. After Bossman took the little man to school, he settled back in bed. Of course that led to touching, which lead to more touching and I'm pretty sure you can guess where it went from there.... Yum, yum!
After that fun time, we took a shower together. I just realized the other day, that I don't take very many showers alone. I take most of my showers with him. I think that taking a shower with him brings us closer together. We talk, we touch, why, once in a great while, I even give him bj's in the shower. It's become natural that I would take my shower with him. I almost feel weird if I am taking one without him. It's lonely and there is no one to wash my back!
After the shower, I was ready to enjoy my free time. Bossman had put on his work clothes, so I assumed he was going to work. I was just starting to surf the net, when he came in and told me to get ready, we were going out.
Surprise, surprise! Goodie! The day was getting better and better.
So I got my hair dried and got dressed and we were out the door by 10. Did I mention it was a beautiful day? The weather was amazing! Don't mean to brag, but 70 degrees and no wind, doesn't get much better than that! We went to the beach, our favorite place, and just walked. And talked. And held hands. We had the pier to ourselves for a time. Oh man, the perfect day!
We hung out at the beach for a while, we saw some sea lions and some sea otters (cute, cute, CUTE!) We watched the waves. We talked about some of you. We talked about someday meeting up with some of you and then we talked about how much the husbands know. I told him that a lot of the husbands read their wives blogs and ALSO read other blogs. (Bossman isn't big on reading blogs. He's more of a short message board, kind of guy) So, then, I casually mentioned how I've been writing in my blog a lot more since I got the lap top. (Hooray, I like my lap top now!) I mentioned how he's missed quite a few posts. He said he knew, he just kept forgetting, but he was going to go back and catch up on what he missed. (YIKES) Oh, I mean, Hi Honey! *waves at Bossman*
So....... Eva and PK, stop thinking you're going to tell him. I'm sure he's going to read all about it.
Anywhoo... On the way home, we stopped at my favorite clothes store and lucky for me, I found a new shirt for 5 bucks! This day couldn't get much better, could it?
As we got back into town, we had about an hour before we had to pick up the little man. Bossman has been wanting to join the YMCA, so he said we were going to stop by and get a tour and pick up some info on it. I didn't really want to do that. I was still secretly hoping that a spanking would be in my future. And time was running short. It's not that the day hadn't been absolutely perfect, for it had. But I'm selfish and greedy! I wanted it ALL! Is that too much to ask?
But I wasn't about to tell Bossman this. So, I said I didn't really want to go to the Y. He wanted to know why not. I said I didn't think we had enough time. Well, he turned the car straight toward the Y anyway. Oh well. I guess I could count a spanking out. Or could I?
So we toured the Y. We got all the info. Of course, we had plenty of time for all that. Then we headed home.
As we were walking into the house, I was told I was getting spanked. He made up a very lame excuse, but hey, a spanking is a spanking no matter what the excuse. I made my usual protests and fell on deaf ears. (Thank goodness!)
He bared my bottom and swiftly went to work. He only used his hand, which was nice because I think my buns are a little sensitive from Saturday. He did threaten the BS, but luckily chose not to use it.
It was a wonderful spanking. It hurt just enough to get my attention, but not enough to make me regret anything. It had a lot of sting and nice rubbing too! While I was over his knee, he told me that he knew why I didn't want to go to the Y. I tell ya, the man can read me like a book. He told me that he knew that I wanted to get a spanking. That was the reason I was being so stubborn about the Y. I didn't have the guts to tell him he was right, but if you're reading this Honey, then let me say it now. YOU WERE RIGHT! (I don't usually say that here on this blog, but for once, he really was right!)
Anyway, it all worked out perfect for me! So whatever works...right?
Can I just say, for the record....
Tuesday is now my favorite day!
Today was Tuesday, right? Well, I don't watch the baby on Tuesday, that is why when I told Bossman on Friday he was going to have to wait until Tuesday, it's because I knew, or thought I knew that Tuesday and Wednesday are the only kid free days. Usually! Of course if you read yesterdays post, you know that I already got spanked on Saturday.
So today is Tuesday...right?
Bossman decided to take the day off work. I'm seriously lucky that my husband has the kind of job where he can take days off whenever he wants. Today was one of those days.
Today was a beautiful day. A beautiful Tuesday. After Bossman took the little man to school, he settled back in bed. Of course that led to touching, which lead to more touching and I'm pretty sure you can guess where it went from there.... Yum, yum!
After that fun time, we took a shower together. I just realized the other day, that I don't take very many showers alone. I take most of my showers with him. I think that taking a shower with him brings us closer together. We talk, we touch, why, once in a great while, I even give him bj's in the shower. It's become natural that I would take my shower with him. I almost feel weird if I am taking one without him. It's lonely and there is no one to wash my back!
After the shower, I was ready to enjoy my free time. Bossman had put on his work clothes, so I assumed he was going to work. I was just starting to surf the net, when he came in and told me to get ready, we were going out.
Surprise, surprise! Goodie! The day was getting better and better.
So I got my hair dried and got dressed and we were out the door by 10. Did I mention it was a beautiful day? The weather was amazing! Don't mean to brag, but 70 degrees and no wind, doesn't get much better than that! We went to the beach, our favorite place, and just walked. And talked. And held hands. We had the pier to ourselves for a time. Oh man, the perfect day!
We hung out at the beach for a while, we saw some sea lions and some sea otters (cute, cute, CUTE!) We watched the waves. We talked about some of you. We talked about someday meeting up with some of you and then we talked about how much the husbands know. I told him that a lot of the husbands read their wives blogs and ALSO read other blogs. (Bossman isn't big on reading blogs. He's more of a short message board, kind of guy) So, then, I casually mentioned how I've been writing in my blog a lot more since I got the lap top. (Hooray, I like my lap top now!) I mentioned how he's missed quite a few posts. He said he knew, he just kept forgetting, but he was going to go back and catch up on what he missed. (YIKES) Oh, I mean, Hi Honey! *waves at Bossman*
So....... Eva and PK, stop thinking you're going to tell him. I'm sure he's going to read all about it.
Anywhoo... On the way home, we stopped at my favorite clothes store and lucky for me, I found a new shirt for 5 bucks! This day couldn't get much better, could it?
As we got back into town, we had about an hour before we had to pick up the little man. Bossman has been wanting to join the YMCA, so he said we were going to stop by and get a tour and pick up some info on it. I didn't really want to do that. I was still secretly hoping that a spanking would be in my future. And time was running short. It's not that the day hadn't been absolutely perfect, for it had. But I'm selfish and greedy! I wanted it ALL! Is that too much to ask?
But I wasn't about to tell Bossman this. So, I said I didn't really want to go to the Y. He wanted to know why not. I said I didn't think we had enough time. Well, he turned the car straight toward the Y anyway. Oh well. I guess I could count a spanking out. Or could I?
So we toured the Y. We got all the info. Of course, we had plenty of time for all that. Then we headed home.
As we were walking into the house, I was told I was getting spanked. He made up a very lame excuse, but hey, a spanking is a spanking no matter what the excuse. I made my usual protests and fell on deaf ears. (Thank goodness!)
He bared my bottom and swiftly went to work. He only used his hand, which was nice because I think my buns are a little sensitive from Saturday. He did threaten the BS, but luckily chose not to use it.
It was a wonderful spanking. It hurt just enough to get my attention, but not enough to make me regret anything. It had a lot of sting and nice rubbing too! While I was over his knee, he told me that he knew why I didn't want to go to the Y. I tell ya, the man can read me like a book. He told me that he knew that I wanted to get a spanking. That was the reason I was being so stubborn about the Y. I didn't have the guts to tell him he was right, but if you're reading this Honey, then let me say it now. YOU WERE RIGHT! (I don't usually say that here on this blog, but for once, he really was right!)
Anyway, it all worked out perfect for me! So whatever works...right?
Can I just say, for the record....
Tuesday is now my favorite day!
Did I say Tuesday?
Let's just get this out in the open right now. Bossman has NOT read my blog yet. If he has, he hasn't mentioned it to me.
So I guess you can guess that the belt did not see any action this weekend. Well, if I want to be accurate I would have to say that the only action the belt saw was holding up his pants!
With that in mind, I would just like to say, that I didn't have to wait until Tuesday to get my due justice. Justice was served with a vengeance and it came in the form of the bath brush!
Saturday night found us home alone without children. I forget sometimes how both of my children have friends and spend the night at friends houses a lot more than they used to. Needless to say, I had a feeling that my butt was going to pay that night, but I wasn't going to be the one to mention it. Why torture myself? If he wanted to spank me, he would. I just wasn't about to make the first move.
After the kids were gone, we decided that pizza and a movie would be the nights activities. Saturday had been a busy day so we were both tired. We got the pizza and settled in to watch the movie. I must admit there some moments when I thought I wasn't going to make it through the movie. Not because the movie was bad, but because I was getting very sleepy!
The movie was over about 9. I made it through without sleeping! I grabbed the remote, intent on seeing what else there was to watch. Bossman grabbed my wrists instead. Uh-oh, moment of truth!
I half-heartedly tried to protest. I was fairly certain that he hadn't read my blog, but one can never be too careful and so I was a little worried that the belt might make it's appearance. No belt appeared (thank goodness) but I was immediately pulled over his lap. After making sure my bottom was properly bared, he started in. Did I ever mention how hard he can slap my bottom with his hand? OUCH! Definitely caused quite a sting.
Sidenote: I am so in love with Bossmans hands. I feel like he has magic hands. He can play a mean guitar and I am always amazed at his ability to make his fingers move in such a way that they can make amazing music. Those same hands are quite soft to the touch and can make me quiver with delight. But boy does it surprise me at how hard they can spank. I really love those magic hands. End sidenote!
So after a warm-up with the hard, magic hands, I was made to stand at the wall. Oh, the wall, how I hate thee so! Actually, I have a love-hate relationship with the wall. The wall is a place where the butt can rest, so that is a good thing. The wall is also quite boring. The wall is also full of suspense because you can never quite tell what is happening behind you. Sometimes what is going on behind you can be a good thing, like lotion for a hot butt and a good rubbing. More times than not, what's going on behind you is the hunt for a new weapon to assault an already sore bottom with. In this case, it was the later.
Once the bath brush was located and placed on the bed, over the knee I was place, once again. This time around there was the and hand the bb to contend with. All I can say is...at least it wasn't the back scratcher.
The bath brush is hard! And it's hurts. Luckily I had a nice warm up, so the assault wasn't as bad as it could have been. But it's should be noted that we could have had a nice cook-out on my butt when it was all said and done. Talk about hot-crossed buns. The were hot and they were cross!
I haven't had such a hard spanking in a long time. I knew that once Bossman got started it was going to be a fairly hard one. I mean, I did have it coming.
Luckily, things turned out rather nicely in the end. The was lotion and rubbing and more rubbing and touching and more rubbing and well...
I think you get the picture!
So, Tuesday came on Saturday this week. Since tomorrow is the REAL Tuesday, I wonder what is in store? Probably not much, seeing as how I've been a perfect angel since Saturday!
So I guess you can guess that the belt did not see any action this weekend. Well, if I want to be accurate I would have to say that the only action the belt saw was holding up his pants!
With that in mind, I would just like to say, that I didn't have to wait until Tuesday to get my due justice. Justice was served with a vengeance and it came in the form of the bath brush!
Saturday night found us home alone without children. I forget sometimes how both of my children have friends and spend the night at friends houses a lot more than they used to. Needless to say, I had a feeling that my butt was going to pay that night, but I wasn't going to be the one to mention it. Why torture myself? If he wanted to spank me, he would. I just wasn't about to make the first move.
After the kids were gone, we decided that pizza and a movie would be the nights activities. Saturday had been a busy day so we were both tired. We got the pizza and settled in to watch the movie. I must admit there some moments when I thought I wasn't going to make it through the movie. Not because the movie was bad, but because I was getting very sleepy!
The movie was over about 9. I made it through without sleeping! I grabbed the remote, intent on seeing what else there was to watch. Bossman grabbed my wrists instead. Uh-oh, moment of truth!
I half-heartedly tried to protest. I was fairly certain that he hadn't read my blog, but one can never be too careful and so I was a little worried that the belt might make it's appearance. No belt appeared (thank goodness) but I was immediately pulled over his lap. After making sure my bottom was properly bared, he started in. Did I ever mention how hard he can slap my bottom with his hand? OUCH! Definitely caused quite a sting.
Sidenote: I am so in love with Bossmans hands. I feel like he has magic hands. He can play a mean guitar and I am always amazed at his ability to make his fingers move in such a way that they can make amazing music. Those same hands are quite soft to the touch and can make me quiver with delight. But boy does it surprise me at how hard they can spank. I really love those magic hands. End sidenote!
So after a warm-up with the hard, magic hands, I was made to stand at the wall. Oh, the wall, how I hate thee so! Actually, I have a love-hate relationship with the wall. The wall is a place where the butt can rest, so that is a good thing. The wall is also quite boring. The wall is also full of suspense because you can never quite tell what is happening behind you. Sometimes what is going on behind you can be a good thing, like lotion for a hot butt and a good rubbing. More times than not, what's going on behind you is the hunt for a new weapon to assault an already sore bottom with. In this case, it was the later.
Once the bath brush was located and placed on the bed, over the knee I was place, once again. This time around there was the and hand the bb to contend with. All I can say is...at least it wasn't the back scratcher.
The bath brush is hard! And it's hurts. Luckily I had a nice warm up, so the assault wasn't as bad as it could have been. But it's should be noted that we could have had a nice cook-out on my butt when it was all said and done. Talk about hot-crossed buns. The were hot and they were cross!
I haven't had such a hard spanking in a long time. I knew that once Bossman got started it was going to be a fairly hard one. I mean, I did have it coming.
Luckily, things turned out rather nicely in the end. The was lotion and rubbing and more rubbing and touching and more rubbing and well...
I think you get the picture!
So, Tuesday came on Saturday this week. Since tomorrow is the REAL Tuesday, I wonder what is in store? Probably not much, seeing as how I've been a perfect angel since Saturday!
Attention K-mart shoppers
Blue light special....spankings on sale half price....look for the blue light!
Ahhh, wouldn't that be fun? Can you imagine being in a store and hearing that announcement?
As for around here, spankings have been sold out. Too bad really, for I could sure use one.
Actually, today there was some stuff that came up and Bossman said I was getting a spanking for that as soon as time permitted. I then said back that I wasn't worried for we wouldn't have any alone time until at least Tuesday. To which he replied that I was going to receive a longer spanking for saying that! BAH!
Listen, I'm not going to try and say I'm perfect, but these things are usually not my fault. I don't think that I deserve a spanking just because I stormed out of the house in a huff when he told me something I didn't want to hear. Surely that is not a spankable offense. And just because I casually mentioned that we wouldn't have any time for said spanking due to children....well, frankly I don't see how that can justify more minutes. It's not like I was being sarcastic or anything. I would NEVER be like that....
You believe me, right?
Fine, don't answer that, I don't really want to know.
On to more important news. I told Bossman that he needed to read my blog. I also told him that he would need to go back a few posts so he could learn a few things. I think he just might be stopping by. I'm also thinking I should go back and delete a few posts.
Like the one about the belt.
Oh, how tempting it is.....
Ok, keep your shorts on, I won't delete anything.
Maybe.
We'll see.
I gotta go.
Oh, one more thing. If he does use the belt on me....I'm blaming all of you!
Just thought you should know.
meme
1. What is your occupation?
Domestic Goddess
2. What color are your socks right now?
The Gridiron gang
16. What was the last book you read?
Strawberries
Well, there you have it. 21 questions about nothing. Learn anything new?
Domestic Goddess
2. What color are your socks right now?
white
3. What are you listening to right now?
3. What are you listening to right now?
The T.V.
4. Last thing you ate?
4. Last thing you ate?
Chinese food (yum, yum)
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Of course, Bossman taught me when we were dating. I was buying my first car from someone and it was a stickshift.
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
sky blue
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
My MIL....that is for a whole other post.
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Of course I do!
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Of course I do!
9. How old are you?
39, and yes, I really am 39!
10. Favorite drink?
10. Favorite drink?
Pepsi!
11. What is your favorite sport to watch?
11. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Football or Nascar
12. Have you ever dyed your hair?
12. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Uh, yeah. Not sure what my natural color is.
13. Pets?
13. Pets?
1 cat. Queen of Everything
14. Favorite food?
14. Favorite food?
Pizza, and anything sweet
15. What was the last movie you watched?
15. What was the last movie you watched?
The Gridiron gang
16. What was the last book you read?
Eat, Pray, Love
17. What do you do to vent anger?
17. What do you do to vent anger?
yell, really loud
18. What was your favorite toy as a child?
18. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Barbie...and she was in trouble a lot!
19. What is your favorite season?
19. What is your favorite season?
Summer time baby! No school, so we get to sleep in.
20. Hugs or kisses?
20. Hugs or kisses?
Hugs
21. Cherries, Blueberries or Strawberries?
21. Cherries, Blueberries or Strawberries?
Strawberries
Well, there you have it. 21 questions about nothing. Learn anything new?
Snow, what snow?
I've been reading a lot about all ya'll getting snow.
So, I thought I'd brag!
Today is a nice 75. Bossman took the morning off and we headed to the beach. We watched the surfers and we wished we had the whole day to just sit and dream.
But, real-life did happen. Bossman had to go back to work. Boo!
When I picked up the little man, he was very hot and sweaty. I suggested going outside and playing when we got home, but he claimed it was too hot. LOL
In conclusion, our weather here is FANTASTIC! Sorry to send you the storm that blew in last weekend!
Now, off to the garage, I got tables that I need to take paint off of. Perfect weather for a project!
So, I thought I'd brag!
Today is a nice 75. Bossman took the morning off and we headed to the beach. We watched the surfers and we wished we had the whole day to just sit and dream.
But, real-life did happen. Bossman had to go back to work. Boo!
When I picked up the little man, he was very hot and sweaty. I suggested going outside and playing when we got home, but he claimed it was too hot. LOL
In conclusion, our weather here is FANTASTIC! Sorry to send you the storm that blew in last weekend!
Now, off to the garage, I got tables that I need to take paint off of. Perfect weather for a project!
Warm Hugs
Just wanted to send out some warm hugs to Mthc and David today.
I've heard through the grapevine that Mthc is home and doing ok.
You are both in my prayers!!!
HUGS!
grace
fear
The laptop is getting better and better. I'm getting used to it. I've looked into getting the lapinator, thanks to Leigh. I think I'll be much happier something like that.
I'm still debating about telling Bossman about the belt. I'm sure it's not nearly as big of a deal as I am making it in my head. Truth be told, he would probably just say, ok and the next time a spanking came up he would use it. I guess I'm just hoping he will read my blog and I won't have to tell him. But as you can probably tell, this tactic has not worked, as of yet.
I've been thinking about other things that I haven't told Bossman and I realize how much of a coward I truly am. Don't worry, I'm not hiding any deep dark secrets.
One thing that came to mind is the whole ginger root thing. I admit, I've been intrigued by the whole idea. But I'm not that much of an anal kinda gal.
I wonder why I'm not though, for when I think or read about anal play, it does turn me on. I have noticed that most people that are into spanking have some sort of interest in anal stuff. But when Bossman tries to lead me into anal, I freeze up and shy away. I'm afraid of it. I would probably like it. We've tried it before, years ago, and it was ok. So why the fear of it now?
More importantly, why am I so afraid to tell Bossman these things? Our relationship is going great. We are madly in love. He has never, ever made me feel weird about the things I tell him. My fear in irrational. But nevertheless, it's real.
So, what's your fear? What is the one thing that you wish you could tell your partner, but are too afraid? Don't worry, I won't tell!
I'm still debating about telling Bossman about the belt. I'm sure it's not nearly as big of a deal as I am making it in my head. Truth be told, he would probably just say, ok and the next time a spanking came up he would use it. I guess I'm just hoping he will read my blog and I won't have to tell him. But as you can probably tell, this tactic has not worked, as of yet.
I've been thinking about other things that I haven't told Bossman and I realize how much of a coward I truly am. Don't worry, I'm not hiding any deep dark secrets.
One thing that came to mind is the whole ginger root thing. I admit, I've been intrigued by the whole idea. But I'm not that much of an anal kinda gal.
I wonder why I'm not though, for when I think or read about anal play, it does turn me on. I have noticed that most people that are into spanking have some sort of interest in anal stuff. But when Bossman tries to lead me into anal, I freeze up and shy away. I'm afraid of it. I would probably like it. We've tried it before, years ago, and it was ok. So why the fear of it now?
More importantly, why am I so afraid to tell Bossman these things? Our relationship is going great. We are madly in love. He has never, ever made me feel weird about the things I tell him. My fear in irrational. But nevertheless, it's real.
So, what's your fear? What is the one thing that you wish you could tell your partner, but are too afraid? Don't worry, I won't tell!
How much do I love you all?
You know, I simply don't know what I would do without friends like you!
Most of you are sympathetic regarding the lap top. Nice to know I'm not the only one! Although I think it would be pretty funny to see PK with hers permanently attached...LOL Where exactly would you have it attached to? Wouldn't that add weight? LOL
As for the belt.....
~sigh~
It's just incredibly hard to tell him what I truly want. I think I'm afraid of the belt but I'm also afraid of being disappointed. Things are never the same as you read. Nothing will ever be the same as a fantasy, so I'm afraid I will be disappointed, or I might ruin the fantasy.
No, Mthc, you did not go through all that for nothing. You added fuel to my fantasy. That is very important.
As much as I appreciate everyone volunteering to tell Bossman, I'm pretty sure it should come from me. Although, I did laugh at the thought of my handing him the phone so Eva could tell him. How funny would that be?
Don't worry, I will tell him...
Eventually!
(This post was typed on the laptop. I didn't lose one paragraph!)
Most of you are sympathetic regarding the lap top. Nice to know I'm not the only one! Although I think it would be pretty funny to see PK with hers permanently attached...LOL Where exactly would you have it attached to? Wouldn't that add weight? LOL
As for the belt.....
~sigh~
It's just incredibly hard to tell him what I truly want. I think I'm afraid of the belt but I'm also afraid of being disappointed. Things are never the same as you read. Nothing will ever be the same as a fantasy, so I'm afraid I will be disappointed, or I might ruin the fantasy.
No, Mthc, you did not go through all that for nothing. You added fuel to my fantasy. That is very important.
As much as I appreciate everyone volunteering to tell Bossman, I'm pretty sure it should come from me. Although, I did laugh at the thought of my handing him the phone so Eva could tell him. How funny would that be?
Don't worry, I will tell him...
Eventually!
(This post was typed on the laptop. I didn't lose one paragraph!)
Lets be honest...
Thank you all for your comments on my last post. Seems PK is not mad, and I have every reason to trust watch my back around her.
Anyway, I feel I need to be honest on a few things.
First of all, I am NOT in love with my laptop. It's not as easy to use as I thought it would be, and it just doesn't seem to feel like home. I'm having a hard time transferring my bookmarks, which means half of you have gotten lost. I am not used to the keyboard, so I keep hitting keys that cause my stuff to get lost. When I shut the top without turning it off, I can't figure out how to get it to turn back on. And I absolutely HATE the mouse. Yes, yes, before you say anything, I have gotten a regular wireless mouse, but it's NOT the same, and it's hard to use when sitting anywhere other than the desk. Which, if I'm going to sit at the desk, I might as well use the regular computer. Plus, stuff keeps popping up, even though I have a pop-up blocker. Not to mention, it keeps wanting me to install the same programs over and over.
Now before you starting thinking, poor baby, you are such a whiner...
I admit it, I AM a whiner!!!!!!!!
Also, I do have a wonderful husband that is trying to fix it for me, but it just seems like a lot of trouble.
I KNOW, I know, I'll get used to it. But man, it just doesn't feel like home.
So, if I haven't stopped by your place, it could be because I LOST you. Don't worry, I'll find you again. Thank goodness most of you are on my blogroll.
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Next thing I need to get off my chest....and this one is way more important than my whining.
I haven't told Bossman about the belt yet.
I KNOW, after all the posts I've read and all the things I've written, you'd think I would have told him by now.
But.... I can't. I can't make myself tell him. I keep hoping he'll read my blog, but he hasn't stopped by for awhile.
I don't know why this is so hard for me. I get so shy around him when it comes to anything involving spanking. I want to tell him. I really want to.
But I can't......
Not now.....
Anyway, I feel I need to be honest on a few things.
First of all, I am NOT in love with my laptop. It's not as easy to use as I thought it would be, and it just doesn't seem to feel like home. I'm having a hard time transferring my bookmarks, which means half of you have gotten lost. I am not used to the keyboard, so I keep hitting keys that cause my stuff to get lost. When I shut the top without turning it off, I can't figure out how to get it to turn back on. And I absolutely HATE the mouse. Yes, yes, before you say anything, I have gotten a regular wireless mouse, but it's NOT the same, and it's hard to use when sitting anywhere other than the desk. Which, if I'm going to sit at the desk, I might as well use the regular computer. Plus, stuff keeps popping up, even though I have a pop-up blocker. Not to mention, it keeps wanting me to install the same programs over and over.
Now before you starting thinking, poor baby, you are such a whiner...
I admit it, I AM a whiner!!!!!!!!
Also, I do have a wonderful husband that is trying to fix it for me, but it just seems like a lot of trouble.
I KNOW, I know, I'll get used to it. But man, it just doesn't feel like home.
So, if I haven't stopped by your place, it could be because I LOST you. Don't worry, I'll find you again. Thank goodness most of you are on my blogroll.
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Next thing I need to get off my chest....and this one is way more important than my whining.
I haven't told Bossman about the belt yet.
I KNOW, after all the posts I've read and all the things I've written, you'd think I would have told him by now.
But.... I can't. I can't make myself tell him. I keep hoping he'll read my blog, but he hasn't stopped by for awhile.
I don't know why this is so hard for me. I get so shy around him when it comes to anything involving spanking. I want to tell him. I really want to.
But I can't......
Not now.....
If only you could have seen what I saw....
You know how you need a vacation after the vacation? That's what I need right now. I also need a maid to come in and clean my HOUSE!
All in all, the trip was great. The biggest concern was the wildchild. She came home Friday and she was sick. She had a fever and everything. We were due to leave on our trip early Saturday morning. We told her that we could postpone the trip for a weekend, but she didn't even want to consider it. She was bringing a friend along and she wanted to go very badly. So, I gave her some theraflu and her fever went down. She pronounced herself well....so off we went.
The first thing we did when we got to L.A. is go to a place called Griffith Park. The L.A. zoo is located in this park. This park is MILES long. Bossman grew up in this area and he remembered that there was a little train that ran through the park and he wanted to go see it.
We found the train:
It wasn't as much of a big deal as Bossman thought. You know how things look bigger when your a kid? Well, I think that's what happened. But it was still fun!
After the train, we headed to the California Science center. Very nice museum with lots of hands on things for kids. We saw this:
And then the little man did this:
And then........
Then the wildchild fainted!
So, the wildchild was putting on a pretty good act of being well. But I could tell in her eyes that she was still fighting off whatever she had. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon, and we were at this exhibit standing in a line. We were waiting to go into a room and experience an earthquake. (Don't ask me why, as I've already experienced enough of those, thank-you-very-much!)
While we were in line, it was getting really HOT and stuffy. The little man started to get really cranky, so I pulled him out of line and fanned him down a bit as I could tell he was getting sweaty. After about a 10 minute wait, we got to go into the room. Now it was not a very big room and we were all suppose to stand on this metal floor. We were all crowded in there, and a video started. Now the wildchild and her friend were standing in front of me and we were all in the back of the crowd, except for the little man that made it to the front. Suddenly the wildchild turned and next thing I know, she's on the floor. I thought she tripped. Bossman picked her up and quickly ushered her out. I don't think everyone in the room knew what was going on as it was dark in there and it happened very quickly.
She was fine once we got out of the room. We got some water into her and she said she was feeling much better. I think the combination of heat, lack of food (we hadn't eaten lunch yet) and the medicine was the cause. In any case, it was quite exciting!
After that little incident, we headed down for some food. After the food, the wildchild and her friend and I went to the car, while Bossman and the little man went to look at a few more things.
Next on the agenda was getting to Long Beach. Long Beach is about 30 minutes away from L.A. Bossman has an Aunt that lives there, so we got a hotel in Long Beach and then the plan was to head to the Aunts house for dinner.
We got to the hotel around 4. That was nice because we were able to rest and relax before heading to dinner. The little man and Bossman and I headed to the hot tub and the girls stayed in their room and rested. The rest of the evening was GREAT!
The next morning we all slept in. I could tell the wildchild was still feeling sick, but she took advil and that seemed to help. We made sure she didn't get too hot and that she ate! After breakfast we headed to Hollywood! First we stopped on Rodeo Drive. Ooo la la, fancy, fancy, fancy!
I don't know why, but when I saw this....
I thought of all of YOU!
And when I saw this....
I realized I wanted to win the lotto!
After hanging out with the rich and famous, we headed to the Hollywood walk of fame. For those of you that may not know, this is about 3 miles of sidewalk, with famous stars. Like these....
We ended up at the Kodak Theater. If you don't know what the Kodak Theater is, just watch the Oscars this Sunday. That is where they are being held. Right across the street from the Kodak theater is this.....
While there, we saw crazy things, like these......
In case you can't tell, this guy has a house on his head...
And, see those bleachers? They are for the Oscars!
Look how crowded it is at the Graumans Chinese theater....
Here it is guys, the first picture of ME!!! Guess which one I am. Am I everything you thought I would be?? I'm trying to look for footprints and handprints. I did manage to find this guys prints....
We then took a little tour of the Wax Museum. Look at who we saw there....
After we saw them, we got invited to dinner with them.....
Then we headed back to the wild west and Bonanza......
Of course, then I headed down to see the gang from M*A*S*H....
After the wax museum, it was time to head home.
The wildchild was still sick, but I took her to the doc yesterday and he said she was fine. Thank goodness!
Unfortunately, there were no spankings to be had on this vacation. But, why do I suddenly have a fascination with belts? I've been checking out the belts that men are wearing and trying to decided if that would be a good belt to get spanked with! Do you SEE what you all have done to me? I've become obsessed!
Anyway, I sure hope you all had a great time while I was away. Has anyone seen PK? I'm hoping she's cooled down some and she isn't REALLY pissed anymore!
All in all, the trip was great. The biggest concern was the wildchild. She came home Friday and she was sick. She had a fever and everything. We were due to leave on our trip early Saturday morning. We told her that we could postpone the trip for a weekend, but she didn't even want to consider it. She was bringing a friend along and she wanted to go very badly. So, I gave her some theraflu and her fever went down. She pronounced herself well....so off we went.
The first thing we did when we got to L.A. is go to a place called Griffith Park. The L.A. zoo is located in this park. This park is MILES long. Bossman grew up in this area and he remembered that there was a little train that ran through the park and he wanted to go see it.
We found the train:
It wasn't as much of a big deal as Bossman thought. You know how things look bigger when your a kid? Well, I think that's what happened. But it was still fun!
After the train, we headed to the California Science center. Very nice museum with lots of hands on things for kids. We saw this:
And then the little man did this:
And then........
Then the wildchild fainted!
So, the wildchild was putting on a pretty good act of being well. But I could tell in her eyes that she was still fighting off whatever she had. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon, and we were at this exhibit standing in a line. We were waiting to go into a room and experience an earthquake. (Don't ask me why, as I've already experienced enough of those, thank-you-very-much!)
While we were in line, it was getting really HOT and stuffy. The little man started to get really cranky, so I pulled him out of line and fanned him down a bit as I could tell he was getting sweaty. After about a 10 minute wait, we got to go into the room. Now it was not a very big room and we were all suppose to stand on this metal floor. We were all crowded in there, and a video started. Now the wildchild and her friend were standing in front of me and we were all in the back of the crowd, except for the little man that made it to the front. Suddenly the wildchild turned and next thing I know, she's on the floor. I thought she tripped. Bossman picked her up and quickly ushered her out. I don't think everyone in the room knew what was going on as it was dark in there and it happened very quickly.
She was fine once we got out of the room. We got some water into her and she said she was feeling much better. I think the combination of heat, lack of food (we hadn't eaten lunch yet) and the medicine was the cause. In any case, it was quite exciting!
After that little incident, we headed down for some food. After the food, the wildchild and her friend and I went to the car, while Bossman and the little man went to look at a few more things.
Next on the agenda was getting to Long Beach. Long Beach is about 30 minutes away from L.A. Bossman has an Aunt that lives there, so we got a hotel in Long Beach and then the plan was to head to the Aunts house for dinner.
We got to the hotel around 4. That was nice because we were able to rest and relax before heading to dinner. The little man and Bossman and I headed to the hot tub and the girls stayed in their room and rested. The rest of the evening was GREAT!
The next morning we all slept in. I could tell the wildchild was still feeling sick, but she took advil and that seemed to help. We made sure she didn't get too hot and that she ate! After breakfast we headed to Hollywood! First we stopped on Rodeo Drive. Ooo la la, fancy, fancy, fancy!
I don't know why, but when I saw this....
I thought of all of YOU!
And when I saw this....
I realized I wanted to win the lotto!
After hanging out with the rich and famous, we headed to the Hollywood walk of fame. For those of you that may not know, this is about 3 miles of sidewalk, with famous stars. Like these....
We ended up at the Kodak Theater. If you don't know what the Kodak Theater is, just watch the Oscars this Sunday. That is where they are being held. Right across the street from the Kodak theater is this.....
While there, we saw crazy things, like these......
In case you can't tell, this guy has a house on his head...And, see those bleachers? They are for the Oscars!
Look how crowded it is at the Graumans Chinese theater....
Here it is guys, the first picture of ME!!! Guess which one I am. Am I everything you thought I would be?? I'm trying to look for footprints and handprints. I did manage to find this guys prints....
We then took a little tour of the Wax Museum. Look at who we saw there....
After we saw them, we got invited to dinner with them.....
Then we headed back to the wild west and Bonanza......
Of course, then I headed down to see the gang from M*A*S*H....
After the wax museum, it was time to head home.
The wildchild was still sick, but I took her to the doc yesterday and he said she was fine. Thank goodness!
Unfortunately, there were no spankings to be had on this vacation. But, why do I suddenly have a fascination with belts? I've been checking out the belts that men are wearing and trying to decided if that would be a good belt to get spanked with! Do you SEE what you all have done to me? I've become obsessed!
Anyway, I sure hope you all had a great time while I was away. Has anyone seen PK? I'm hoping she's cooled down some and she isn't REALLY pissed anymore!
Home, Home at last!
Well, I can see nothing big happened around here while I was away! Everything seems just perfect!
I sure did enjoy that Friday Fantasy story that PK posted. If you haven't read it yet, you really should. Eva REALLY out did herself with this story, and I'm hoping she will do a sequel.
Our trip was great! Only problem....the wildchild was SICK! As a matter of fact, she is still sick and we are heading to the doc today. I must say, she really bucked it up and had a good time, but of course, no trip would be complete if she didn't pass out!
So, I will leave you with that little visual for today. I know for all you detail whores, this might be hard for you. But I promise, I will be back tomorrow with details and pictures galore!
Until then, use your imagination!
I sure did enjoy that Friday Fantasy story that PK posted. If you haven't read it yet, you really should. Eva REALLY out did herself with this story, and I'm hoping she will do a sequel.
Our trip was great! Only problem....the wildchild was SICK! As a matter of fact, she is still sick and we are heading to the doc today. I must say, she really bucked it up and had a good time, but of course, no trip would be complete if she didn't pass out!
So, I will leave you with that little visual for today. I know for all you detail whores, this might be hard for you. But I promise, I will be back tomorrow with details and pictures galore!
Until then, use your imagination!
Thank you, but.......
I'm still away, but I just have to say.....
I didn't write it!
As much as I would LOVE to take credit for that fantastic story, I can't :(
If you want to know the reason for the trick stop by and see Eva. She will explain it all!
I didn't write it!
As much as I would LOVE to take credit for that fantastic story, I can't :(
If you want to know the reason for the trick stop by and see Eva. She will explain it all!
Also, while you're there don't forget to tell her just how much you loved her little tale. (Oh and by the way, I want a sequel woman!)
We really did have fun tricking you all, but mostly we just had fun reviving the PISSED KITTY!
So, PK.......
Will you ever forgive me?
PLEASE?
I love you! I hope by the time I get home, the dust will have settled and you will have forgiven one and all...but mostly me because hey, it wasn't really my idea.
Really, it wasn't. So if you're still mad, just remember, WASN'T my idea! Nope, I would NEVER be able to think of such a sneaky thing on my own. It was Eva! Your twin! It was her diabolical plan all along. I was just along for the ride.
Does that mean I'm an accessory to the crime? Maybe.....
But I should have a shorter sentence!
Love you!
HUGS!
grace
(Should I tell her that I even voted for myself? Hhhmmmmm probably not. Best keep that to myself)
We really did have fun tricking you all, but mostly we just had fun reviving the PISSED KITTY!
So, PK.......
Will you ever forgive me?
PLEASE?
I love you! I hope by the time I get home, the dust will have settled and you will have forgiven one and all...but mostly me because hey, it wasn't really my idea.Really, it wasn't. So if you're still mad, just remember, WASN'T my idea! Nope, I would NEVER be able to think of such a sneaky thing on my own. It was Eva! Your twin! It was her diabolical plan all along. I was just along for the ride.
Does that mean I'm an accessory to the crime? Maybe.....
But I should have a shorter sentence!
Love you!
HUGS!
grace
(Should I tell her that I even voted for myself? Hhhmmmmm probably not. Best keep that to myself)
on the road
Hey people! I'm on the road with the family, but guess what?
I got a new laptop!
So, I'm in the hotel room and thought I would drop by and say HI!
So, Hi!
Gotta run though, so I'll catch ya all when I get back!
HUGS!
grace
I got a new laptop!
So, I'm in the hotel room and thought I would drop by and say HI!
So, Hi!
Gotta run though, so I'll catch ya all when I get back!
HUGS!
grace
one more thing before I go...
Oh, don't go getting your panties in a bunch, I'm not leave HERE!
But, I am going out of town this weekend! Fun, fun, fun! We are heading down south to L.A. (I'll wave at Michael when I drive by UCLA, Theresa) We are taking the kids to see the Hollywood walk of fame and other things. I'll give a full report when I get back!
So, I thought since I was going to be gone, that I would give you all something to discuss while I'm away. I'm sure you will all find time between spankings to give this some of your attention.
First of all, most of you know I'm a Christian. I don't like discussing religion on my blog but I HAD to share this Bible verse. See, on my computer home page, I have a thing that gives me a daily Bible verse. Todays verse is....well, lets just say, it fits right in. So, here it is:
Hebrews 12:10-11
New International Version
Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.
How perfect is that??
Oh man, can I ever relate to that second sentence...LOL
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Next, since you all seemed to LOVE the belt clip, I thought I would share the paddle clip. I've had these clips for a LONG time. We are talking eight years or so. I know I got some of my clips from a MSN d/d message group, but it is long defunct. This next clip is the same woman being spanked by the same man. He is using a paddle that doesn't look very fun, but he KNOWS how to use it. So, lets go to the clip...
Ok, this clip is my FAVORITE! I love this clip. Just to tell you how much I love it, a couple of weeks ago, I tried playing this clip and it wouldn't work! I couldn't TELL you how upset I was. I spent hours trying to make it work. Just when I was about to give up and cry, I got it to work! Oh the joy I felt when it started playing. It's just embarrassing!
Anyway, so you can see that it's the same woman. Since the first clip showed her pulling down her panties, I'm assuming that got the belt first and is now receiving the paddle. It's hard to tell from this clip, but even though these spankings look hard, her butt isn't as red as I would think it should be. That tells me, this is probably not the first time she's been spanked.
Now, if you listen to her cries, you can tell it HURTS! After the first couple of whacks, she is begging. "Stop, please stop, I'll be good." OMG! The submissiveness of that line just gets me EVERY time!
So, there you have it. My two all-time favorite clips EVER! If anyone has any other clip of these two, I would LOVE you forever if you sent them to me!
I'm off to la-la land! Have a great weekend and try and stay out of trouble. I know it's hard, but you can do it. Actually, I take that back, get into lots of trouble, get spanked for it, and then tell ME all about it!
But, I am going out of town this weekend! Fun, fun, fun! We are heading down south to L.A. (I'll wave at Michael when I drive by UCLA, Theresa) We are taking the kids to see the Hollywood walk of fame and other things. I'll give a full report when I get back!
So, I thought since I was going to be gone, that I would give you all something to discuss while I'm away. I'm sure you will all find time between spankings to give this some of your attention.
First of all, most of you know I'm a Christian. I don't like discussing religion on my blog but I HAD to share this Bible verse. See, on my computer home page, I have a thing that gives me a daily Bible verse. Todays verse is....well, lets just say, it fits right in. So, here it is:
Hebrews 12:10-11
New International Version
Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.
How perfect is that??
Oh man, can I ever relate to that second sentence...LOL
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Next, since you all seemed to LOVE the belt clip, I thought I would share the paddle clip. I've had these clips for a LONG time. We are talking eight years or so. I know I got some of my clips from a MSN d/d message group, but it is long defunct. This next clip is the same woman being spanked by the same man. He is using a paddle that doesn't look very fun, but he KNOWS how to use it. So, lets go to the clip...
Ok, this clip is my FAVORITE! I love this clip. Just to tell you how much I love it, a couple of weeks ago, I tried playing this clip and it wouldn't work! I couldn't TELL you how upset I was. I spent hours trying to make it work. Just when I was about to give up and cry, I got it to work! Oh the joy I felt when it started playing. It's just embarrassing!
Anyway, so you can see that it's the same woman. Since the first clip showed her pulling down her panties, I'm assuming that got the belt first and is now receiving the paddle. It's hard to tell from this clip, but even though these spankings look hard, her butt isn't as red as I would think it should be. That tells me, this is probably not the first time she's been spanked.
Now, if you listen to her cries, you can tell it HURTS! After the first couple of whacks, she is begging. "Stop, please stop, I'll be good." OMG! The submissiveness of that line just gets me EVERY time!
So, there you have it. My two all-time favorite clips EVER! If anyone has any other clip of these two, I would LOVE you forever if you sent them to me!
I'm off to la-la land! Have a great weekend and try and stay out of trouble. I know it's hard, but you can do it. Actually, I take that back, get into lots of trouble, get spanked for it, and then tell ME all about it!
the belt
I've gotten some great advice about the belt. I've had numerous e-mails and some even posted about it. Thank you one and all for your wonderful advice and descriptions. I have really got to get Bossman to try it. It sounds absolutely delicious!
So in honor of the belt, I thought I would post my absolute FAVORITE clip of a woman getting the belt. I am embarrassed to admit, but I watch this clip quite often. I have a second one with the same woman and man and she's getting the paddle.
Watch this and then lets discuss!
Now, let's just talk about this video for a moment.
The reason I love this clip is because it seems very real. I absolutely hate fake spanking clips. I hate when the woman is smiling or giggling. I hate when it doesn't seem real. These are just MY feelings on the subject, you are welcome to like whatever clips you want.
I also love the dominance of the husband. (In my mind he is the husband and she is the naughty wife.) I LOVE it when he tells her to take down the panties and bend over further. His voice is deep, like Bossmans and you can tell he's not going to take NO for an answer. There is NO messing around in this video, this is a serious spanking.
If you listen closely, after she pulls down her panties, she goes so far as to say, "Please, no more."
OMG! This is truly my favorite part of this clip. For even though she pulls down her own panties and bends over the chair even further, she can't help but plead for mercy. Even though it's obvious there is going to be more, she can't help but say "Please, no more". That is so freaking submissive! I LOVE IT!
Those three little words make this video so REAL.
I just wonder what got her in this predicament. Did she get a speeding ticket? Did she over spend on the credit card? Was she being mouthy or bratty? What IS it that got her over the chair with the belt?
That is something that I think about a lot.
So, what do YOU think? What's your favorite kind of spanking clip? (don't try and deny it, you KNOW you've looked!) What's your favorite implement?
Inquiring minds want to know!
So in honor of the belt, I thought I would post my absolute FAVORITE clip of a woman getting the belt. I am embarrassed to admit, but I watch this clip quite often. I have a second one with the same woman and man and she's getting the paddle.
Watch this and then lets discuss!
Now, let's just talk about this video for a moment.
The reason I love this clip is because it seems very real. I absolutely hate fake spanking clips. I hate when the woman is smiling or giggling. I hate when it doesn't seem real. These are just MY feelings on the subject, you are welcome to like whatever clips you want.
I also love the dominance of the husband. (In my mind he is the husband and she is the naughty wife.) I LOVE it when he tells her to take down the panties and bend over further. His voice is deep, like Bossmans and you can tell he's not going to take NO for an answer. There is NO messing around in this video, this is a serious spanking.
If you listen closely, after she pulls down her panties, she goes so far as to say, "Please, no more."
OMG! This is truly my favorite part of this clip. For even though she pulls down her own panties and bends over the chair even further, she can't help but plead for mercy. Even though it's obvious there is going to be more, she can't help but say "Please, no more". That is so freaking submissive! I LOVE IT!
Those three little words make this video so REAL.
I just wonder what got her in this predicament. Did she get a speeding ticket? Did she over spend on the credit card? Was she being mouthy or bratty? What IS it that got her over the chair with the belt?
That is something that I think about a lot.
So, what do YOU think? What's your favorite kind of spanking clip? (don't try and deny it, you KNOW you've looked!) What's your favorite implement?
Inquiring minds want to know!
Still alive
Don't worry, I'm still here. I've been sick, sick, sick. Nothing major, just the fun head cold and coughing variety.
I'm much better now.
Oh, and I got a spanking today.
Somehow that made things MUCH better. Weird how that works.
For some reason Bossman has a thing for the backscratcher. I'm not sure where this came from. We have lots of lovely items that can be used for spanking.
We have a lovely bath brush. We have a great wooden hair brush. (I think that has only been used once or twice) We have paint stirrers and wooden spoons.
But he has to use the backscratcher.
Well, guess I shouldn't complain. The spankings have been rather on the lean side around here. I hope this is a new trend in my household and I will have more to report in the near future.
Isn't it funny how much better sex is after a good spanking?
Also, I've just realized that spanking is good for the abs. My goodness, my abs are sore tonight. I couldn't figure out why and then it dawned on me that the only thing I did different was get a spanking. Then I realized that when he spanks me, I tense my abdomen.
So, I starting thinking about how this could help me lose weight.
I mean, lets just think about this for a minute.
First, there is the whole bending over thing. Right there you are stretching muscles that you probably don't use that often.
Then, there is the whole tightening of the abdomen. I mean, every time he spanked, I was tightening those buggers.
Of course, let's not forget the tightening of the bottom. All that tensing and untensing of the bottom has got to be good for shaping our buns.
I can't forget the arms. The arms stretching and reaching behind to try and block the spanks. Perfect for the bi and triceps. The clutching and unclutching of the pillow as you try and muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth, another great exercise for your arms.
The legs also get a nice workout. The bending is good for the hamstrings and the constant kicking is great cardio.
The spanking alone is great for getting that heart rate up. Just the mere mention of a spanking gets my heart rate going quite nicely.
You know, I've noticed that my toes get a little work out too. They tend to drum upon the carpet while he's drumming upon my behind.
See? If we all had more spankings, we would all be in better shape.
Man, if only the rest of the world knew about this. Think of it. Imagine having a spanking work out video on the market. Imagine going around on talk shows and demonstrating the techniques.
What a world that would be!
I'm much better now.
Oh, and I got a spanking today.
Somehow that made things MUCH better. Weird how that works.
For some reason Bossman has a thing for the backscratcher. I'm not sure where this came from. We have lots of lovely items that can be used for spanking.
We have a lovely bath brush. We have a great wooden hair brush. (I think that has only been used once or twice) We have paint stirrers and wooden spoons.
But he has to use the backscratcher.
Well, guess I shouldn't complain. The spankings have been rather on the lean side around here. I hope this is a new trend in my household and I will have more to report in the near future.
Isn't it funny how much better sex is after a good spanking?
Also, I've just realized that spanking is good for the abs. My goodness, my abs are sore tonight. I couldn't figure out why and then it dawned on me that the only thing I did different was get a spanking. Then I realized that when he spanks me, I tense my abdomen.
So, I starting thinking about how this could help me lose weight.
I mean, lets just think about this for a minute.
First, there is the whole bending over thing. Right there you are stretching muscles that you probably don't use that often.
Then, there is the whole tightening of the abdomen. I mean, every time he spanked, I was tightening those buggers.
Of course, let's not forget the tightening of the bottom. All that tensing and untensing of the bottom has got to be good for shaping our buns.
I can't forget the arms. The arms stretching and reaching behind to try and block the spanks. Perfect for the bi and triceps. The clutching and unclutching of the pillow as you try and muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth, another great exercise for your arms.
The legs also get a nice workout. The bending is good for the hamstrings and the constant kicking is great cardio.
The spanking alone is great for getting that heart rate up. Just the mere mention of a spanking gets my heart rate going quite nicely.
You know, I've noticed that my toes get a little work out too. They tend to drum upon the carpet while he's drumming upon my behind.
See? If we all had more spankings, we would all be in better shape.
Man, if only the rest of the world knew about this. Think of it. Imagine having a spanking work out video on the market. Imagine going around on talk shows and demonstrating the techniques.
What a world that would be!
and then the cop showed up....
So, remember my fun summer? Maybe I should be a bit more specific.
Remember the fun time I had when my daughter was brought home stinking drunk?
Fun, fun times!
Well, the saga continues....
The wildchild is a typical teen. She is on the phone 24/7, she listens to crazy music, she wears lots of mascara. She also does what every female teenager does. She borrows clothes from her friends.
So, if we rewind to last year, we would note that the wildchild borrowed a shirt from a friend of hers. This would be the same girl that she got drunk with.
When she came home drunk, it was pretty much a given that she wouldn't be spending any more time with this particular friend. Needless to say, my daughter still had the shirt.
As time went on, my daughter started talking to this girl again. She never went and hung out with her, but apparently they were text messaging each other.
I told my daughter to stay away from this girl. I mean really.....do I need to explain why?
But my little wildchild doesn't always listen. (I KNOW, you're shocked, aren't you?)
So, Sunday night, we are home, watching a movie, just getting the little man to bed. The wildchild had been home for about an hour. The phone rings.
In our house, we don't like to get calls from the wildchilds friends after 9:00. She has a cell phone and there is no need for anyone to call for her on our phone. Plus, we are putting the little man to bed and the ringing phone can be a distraction.
Anyway, phone rings, it's about 9:30. Bossman answers. It's the girl that the wildchild got drunk with. We'll call her S.
She tells Bossman that the wildchild has her shirt and she will get in trouble if she doesn't get it back immediately. The wildchild was out in the front yard talking to a friend. So Bossman told S that he would have the wildchild call her back in the morning. S tells Bossman that the wildchild is ignoring her calls and she really needs her shirt back.
Ok, let me stop and remind you all that my daughter has had the shirt in question for over 9 months.
Back to the story. 10 minutes after the first call from S, we get another call. This time, S tells us her name is Stephanie. We know it's not, we KNOW it's S. (Why do teens think we are stupid? Really...do I have stupid written across my forehead???)
So "stephanie" says, Oh I'm sorry, I dialed the wrong number, I thought this was the wildchilds cellphone number. This, after Bossman said the wildchild could not come to the phone.
Now, we hear a truck out front of our house. Reminder, it is almost 10:00. The wildchild looks out the window and says that is S's boyfriends truck. Bossman puts on his raincoat, for it is raining, and goes outside. He sees two people in the truck and he sees them pick up a cellphone and make a call. Guess who's phone rang?
So, I pick up the phone and the guys wants to know if he can talk to the wildchild. I ask who it is, he gives me a name. I repeat the name and the wildchild shrugs her shoulders saying, I don't know who that is. Well, it's the guy in the truck. I ask him what he wants, he says he just wants to talk to my daughter. I guess he sees my husband, for he hangs up on me and they drive away.
Bossman isn't very happy. So he calls the girls cell phone and leaves a message, saying that he would come by and drop off the shirt. Meanwhile, the wildchild is saying, I can't believe this is over a stupid shirt. I keep asking the wildchild, what the heck is going on...
Her story is, S called earlier in the evening, wanting to hang out. The wildchild texted one of her other friends saying, guess who just texted me...kind of thing. The the wildchild texted this same friend with, haha, I'm wearing her shirt.
But guess what, the girl she texted it to was with some boys, who took her phone and were looking at her texts when that text came in. One of them is friends with S, so he called and told her that the wildchild was wearing her shirt. THAT, is how this whole thing began.
Now, the wildchild doesn't understand about texting. Whether I'm texting, or even writing on my blog, you can't tell what kind of tone of voice I'm using. You can't see facial expression. So...sometimes, it's hard to know exactly what the other person means. You can take things the wrong way.
See, when the wildchild texted, haha I'm wearing her shirt. She meant it in an ironic sort of, haha isn't it ironic that she texted me and I happen to be wearing her shirt, kind of way. But the boys didn't know that, so they thought she was bragging about wearing S's shirt.
Anyway, S got Bossmans message and called my house...again. Bossman and the wildchild were walking out the door.
Bossman gets to her house and wants to talk to her parents. Well, the father is sleeping and the mother is out. So Bossman gives the girl her shirt and says, don't call my daughter again. If my daughter contacts you, she will be in big trouble. The girl says, I don't know why your upset with me. Bossman says, the last time I saw you, you brought my daughter home drunk, therefore I see NO reason why you two need to communicate with each other anymore.
Then, Bossman came home. We thought that was the end of it. Boy, were we wrong.
The next evening, around 8, the phone rings. I answer and this guy says he wants to talk to my husband. I give the phone to Bossman. It's S's dad. He says he wants to talk to Bossman. Bossman say, ok, what do you have to say. He says he's coming over to our house. Bossman says, no, I don't think I have anything to say. The guys says he's coming over anyway and hangs up the phone.
Now, we don't want any trouble. But the guy sounded pissed and Bossman wasn't sure what was going to happen next. So he called the sheriff and asked that someone come over to keep the peace.
So, they show up at our door. First, it's just the crazy mother. She starts up with the whole getting drunk incident. She tells Bossman that our daughter is too old for us to be picking her friends. She then says she would like to know what happened the night they got drunk, but then she tells my daughter...YOU BETTER NOT say that S was drinking!!! (don't know if you remember, but S drove our car home that night while the mother drove the wildchild home.)
My daughter says that yes, in fact, your daughter was drinking with the rest of us. The mother is outraged that my daughter would say such a lie.
Lets take a short poll here: How many people would believe that their child did NOT drink when her friend that she's been with the whole evening is sick drunk?
Just checking...
Anyway, the crazy father shows up at the door and starts telling Bossman that he better stay away from his daughter and that we should pay for his carpet cleaning from when the wildchild vomited on his carpet.
Bossman says, I don't think you would have liked it very much if your daughter spent the night at my house and I brought her home drunk. The crazy mother...bless her soul...says, My daughter would NEVER spend the night here. (Uh, that wasn't the point dip-shit!)
The cops finally showed up. He doesn't know what's going on, but basically the conversation goes back to the shirt (the stupid, old..shirt) The cop says, where is the shirt now? S has it. Cop says, why are we here?
Lady tells the cop my daughter stole the shirt. (I KNEW stealing coffee from MIL would come back to haunt me.)
My daughter tells the cop, no, S let me borrow it, LAST YEAR!
Cop asks crazy people (oh, did I mention, they DIDN'T bring their child with them to my house?) how old their daughter was. When they say she's 18, the cop says...
She's on her own. This is no business of yours anymore. She's 18.
So, at the end of the whole thing, they are leaving our door (finally) and the crazy father (did I mention he's about 5'8 and Bossman is about 6'4?) winks at Bossman and says, I'll be back. Like he's gonna fight Bossman or something.
Bossman asks the cop...did you just see that? The cop says to the crazy man, you're not coming back here...right? Bossman asks the cop if he can file a report and cop says if he comes back then file a report. Cop tells crazy man, don't come back or we will file a report against you.
The end.
Wasn't that a fun story?
Lets count all the people in this story that need a good spanking.
1. Wildchild needs one. That's a given, she needs to be spanked for even contacting that girl again.
2. S. That child has needed a spanking for a long time. Her parents think she is perfect and refuse to believe that their child did anything wrong. Aren't they lucky that I didn't mention that last year, this girl asked my daughter to go to the drug store with her to get a pregnancy test, but don't tell my parents.
3. Crazy mother. see number 2.
4. Crazy father. see number 2 and 3.
5. ME! (HEY, if they get a spanking, I should get one too, right?)
Ah, it's so much fun raising a teenage girl. I highly recommend it to everyone!
Remember the fun time I had when my daughter was brought home stinking drunk?
Fun, fun times!
Well, the saga continues....
The wildchild is a typical teen. She is on the phone 24/7, she listens to crazy music, she wears lots of mascara. She also does what every female teenager does. She borrows clothes from her friends.
So, if we rewind to last year, we would note that the wildchild borrowed a shirt from a friend of hers. This would be the same girl that she got drunk with.
When she came home drunk, it was pretty much a given that she wouldn't be spending any more time with this particular friend. Needless to say, my daughter still had the shirt.
As time went on, my daughter started talking to this girl again. She never went and hung out with her, but apparently they were text messaging each other.
I told my daughter to stay away from this girl. I mean really.....do I need to explain why?
But my little wildchild doesn't always listen. (I KNOW, you're shocked, aren't you?)
So, Sunday night, we are home, watching a movie, just getting the little man to bed. The wildchild had been home for about an hour. The phone rings.
In our house, we don't like to get calls from the wildchilds friends after 9:00. She has a cell phone and there is no need for anyone to call for her on our phone. Plus, we are putting the little man to bed and the ringing phone can be a distraction.
Anyway, phone rings, it's about 9:30. Bossman answers. It's the girl that the wildchild got drunk with. We'll call her S.
She tells Bossman that the wildchild has her shirt and she will get in trouble if she doesn't get it back immediately. The wildchild was out in the front yard talking to a friend. So Bossman told S that he would have the wildchild call her back in the morning. S tells Bossman that the wildchild is ignoring her calls and she really needs her shirt back.
Ok, let me stop and remind you all that my daughter has had the shirt in question for over 9 months.
Back to the story. 10 minutes after the first call from S, we get another call. This time, S tells us her name is Stephanie. We know it's not, we KNOW it's S. (Why do teens think we are stupid? Really...do I have stupid written across my forehead???)
So "stephanie" says, Oh I'm sorry, I dialed the wrong number, I thought this was the wildchilds cellphone number. This, after Bossman said the wildchild could not come to the phone.
Now, we hear a truck out front of our house. Reminder, it is almost 10:00. The wildchild looks out the window and says that is S's boyfriends truck. Bossman puts on his raincoat, for it is raining, and goes outside. He sees two people in the truck and he sees them pick up a cellphone and make a call. Guess who's phone rang?
So, I pick up the phone and the guys wants to know if he can talk to the wildchild. I ask who it is, he gives me a name. I repeat the name and the wildchild shrugs her shoulders saying, I don't know who that is. Well, it's the guy in the truck. I ask him what he wants, he says he just wants to talk to my daughter. I guess he sees my husband, for he hangs up on me and they drive away.
Bossman isn't very happy. So he calls the girls cell phone and leaves a message, saying that he would come by and drop off the shirt. Meanwhile, the wildchild is saying, I can't believe this is over a stupid shirt. I keep asking the wildchild, what the heck is going on...
Her story is, S called earlier in the evening, wanting to hang out. The wildchild texted one of her other friends saying, guess who just texted me...kind of thing. The the wildchild texted this same friend with, haha, I'm wearing her shirt.
But guess what, the girl she texted it to was with some boys, who took her phone and were looking at her texts when that text came in. One of them is friends with S, so he called and told her that the wildchild was wearing her shirt. THAT, is how this whole thing began.
Now, the wildchild doesn't understand about texting. Whether I'm texting, or even writing on my blog, you can't tell what kind of tone of voice I'm using. You can't see facial expression. So...sometimes, it's hard to know exactly what the other person means. You can take things the wrong way.
See, when the wildchild texted, haha I'm wearing her shirt. She meant it in an ironic sort of, haha isn't it ironic that she texted me and I happen to be wearing her shirt, kind of way. But the boys didn't know that, so they thought she was bragging about wearing S's shirt.
Anyway, S got Bossmans message and called my house...again. Bossman and the wildchild were walking out the door.
Bossman gets to her house and wants to talk to her parents. Well, the father is sleeping and the mother is out. So Bossman gives the girl her shirt and says, don't call my daughter again. If my daughter contacts you, she will be in big trouble. The girl says, I don't know why your upset with me. Bossman says, the last time I saw you, you brought my daughter home drunk, therefore I see NO reason why you two need to communicate with each other anymore.
Then, Bossman came home. We thought that was the end of it. Boy, were we wrong.
The next evening, around 8, the phone rings. I answer and this guy says he wants to talk to my husband. I give the phone to Bossman. It's S's dad. He says he wants to talk to Bossman. Bossman say, ok, what do you have to say. He says he's coming over to our house. Bossman says, no, I don't think I have anything to say. The guys says he's coming over anyway and hangs up the phone.
Now, we don't want any trouble. But the guy sounded pissed and Bossman wasn't sure what was going to happen next. So he called the sheriff and asked that someone come over to keep the peace.
So, they show up at our door. First, it's just the crazy mother. She starts up with the whole getting drunk incident. She tells Bossman that our daughter is too old for us to be picking her friends. She then says she would like to know what happened the night they got drunk, but then she tells my daughter...YOU BETTER NOT say that S was drinking!!! (don't know if you remember, but S drove our car home that night while the mother drove the wildchild home.)
My daughter says that yes, in fact, your daughter was drinking with the rest of us. The mother is outraged that my daughter would say such a lie.
Lets take a short poll here: How many people would believe that their child did NOT drink when her friend that she's been with the whole evening is sick drunk?
Just checking...
Anyway, the crazy father shows up at the door and starts telling Bossman that he better stay away from his daughter and that we should pay for his carpet cleaning from when the wildchild vomited on his carpet.
Bossman says, I don't think you would have liked it very much if your daughter spent the night at my house and I brought her home drunk. The crazy mother...bless her soul...says, My daughter would NEVER spend the night here. (Uh, that wasn't the point dip-shit!)
The cops finally showed up. He doesn't know what's going on, but basically the conversation goes back to the shirt (the stupid, old..shirt) The cop says, where is the shirt now? S has it. Cop says, why are we here?
Lady tells the cop my daughter stole the shirt. (I KNEW stealing coffee from MIL would come back to haunt me.)
My daughter tells the cop, no, S let me borrow it, LAST YEAR!
Cop asks crazy people (oh, did I mention, they DIDN'T bring their child with them to my house?) how old their daughter was. When they say she's 18, the cop says...
She's on her own. This is no business of yours anymore. She's 18.
So, at the end of the whole thing, they are leaving our door (finally) and the crazy father (did I mention he's about 5'8 and Bossman is about 6'4?) winks at Bossman and says, I'll be back. Like he's gonna fight Bossman or something.
Bossman asks the cop...did you just see that? The cop says to the crazy man, you're not coming back here...right? Bossman asks the cop if he can file a report and cop says if he comes back then file a report. Cop tells crazy man, don't come back or we will file a report against you.
The end.
Wasn't that a fun story?
Lets count all the people in this story that need a good spanking.
1. Wildchild needs one. That's a given, she needs to be spanked for even contacting that girl again.
2. S. That child has needed a spanking for a long time. Her parents think she is perfect and refuse to believe that their child did anything wrong. Aren't they lucky that I didn't mention that last year, this girl asked my daughter to go to the drug store with her to get a pregnancy test, but don't tell my parents.
3. Crazy mother. see number 2.
4. Crazy father. see number 2 and 3.
5. ME! (HEY, if they get a spanking, I should get one too, right?)
Ah, it's so much fun raising a teenage girl. I highly recommend it to everyone!
Junk mail fun
I was cleaning out the ole' junk mail folder and realized that if anyone actually saw the junk mail I get, they would think I was a perv. Actually, they would think I was a poor, fat, perv.
Here are actual examples of the junk mail I received. These are the subject lines.
1. Does your wife tease you for the size of your manhood? First of all, I don't have a wife. Second of all, SHAME on the wife that teases a husband for that!
2. Hottie Janice sporting her double d's. I'm guessing double d's doesn't stand for dunkin' donuts.
3. Good bye belly fat. Hello thigh fat!
4. View photos of local singles. I'm guessing Janice would not be welcomed with her doubles.
5. Someone named Phoebe sent me this one: Make it grow. Do you think she wants to tell me how to make my hair and nails grow?
6. Competitive loans. If I'm getting a loan, I definitely want one that is competitive. Those non-competitive loans, they are so boring.
7. Brenda gets double stuffed in digital qaulity. First, that is how they spelled qaulity. Second, who want to see double stuffed in analog? Third, do you think they mean oreo cookies?
8. Fallen a little low on dough? I think if your dough is low that means you didn't put in enough yeast.
9. More dvd's then you could ever jerk off too. Again, this is how they spelled it. Also, If I'm going to jerk off to something I would not want it to be a dvd. I have way more class than that.
10. Valerie wrote to inform me that... fran turned out to be a transy. Does anyone know what a transy is? Can this be cured with a pill? What is the recovery time? Is it contagious?
Here are actual examples of the junk mail I received. These are the subject lines.
1. Does your wife tease you for the size of your manhood? First of all, I don't have a wife. Second of all, SHAME on the wife that teases a husband for that!
2. Hottie Janice sporting her double d's. I'm guessing double d's doesn't stand for dunkin' donuts.
3. Good bye belly fat. Hello thigh fat!
4. View photos of local singles. I'm guessing Janice would not be welcomed with her doubles.
5. Someone named Phoebe sent me this one: Make it grow. Do you think she wants to tell me how to make my hair and nails grow?
6. Competitive loans. If I'm getting a loan, I definitely want one that is competitive. Those non-competitive loans, they are so boring.
7. Brenda gets double stuffed in digital qaulity. First, that is how they spelled qaulity. Second, who want to see double stuffed in analog? Third, do you think they mean oreo cookies?
8. Fallen a little low on dough? I think if your dough is low that means you didn't put in enough yeast.
9. More dvd's then you could ever jerk off too. Again, this is how they spelled it. Also, If I'm going to jerk off to something I would not want it to be a dvd. I have way more class than that.
10. Valerie wrote to inform me that... fran turned out to be a transy. Does anyone know what a transy is? Can this be cured with a pill? What is the recovery time? Is it contagious?
meme
Saw this meme and just had to try it for myself.
If you would like to try it....here's the rules.
1) Answer the questions below.
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket.com
3) Take a picture from the first page of results and post (use the HTML code or else it won’t post).
4) You cant copy the persons answers who posted this before you!
1. The Age you will be on your next Birthday .
2. A place you would like to travel.
3. Your Favorite Place( Somewhere you've been).
4. Your Favorite Object.
5. Your Favorite Food.
6. Your Favorite Animal.
7. Your Favorite Color.
8. Your dream job.
9. Your dream car.
10. The Name of your Pet.
11. The 1st name of your current love.
12. Your nickname.
13. A bad habit of yours.
14. Your 1st Job.
15. Your Grandmother's Name .
16. Your Favorite Book.
17. Your Favorite Band.
18. Your Favorite character.
19. Your favorite thing to do.
20. Your favorite implement.
21. Your favorite position.
Well... that was fun!!
If you would like to try it....here's the rules.
1) Answer the questions below.
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket.com
3) Take a picture from the first page of results and post (use the HTML code or else it won’t post).
4) You cant copy the persons answers who posted this before you!
1. The Age you will be on your next Birthday .
2. A place you would like to travel.
3. Your Favorite Place( Somewhere you've been).
4. Your Favorite Object.
5. Your Favorite Food.
6. Your Favorite Animal.
7. Your Favorite Color.
8. Your dream job.
9. Your dream car.
10. The Name of your Pet.
11. The 1st name of your current love.
12. Your nickname.
13. A bad habit of yours.
14. Your 1st Job.
15. Your Grandmother's Name .
16. Your Favorite Book.
17. Your Favorite Band.
18. Your Favorite character.
19. Your favorite thing to do.
20. Your favorite implement.
21. Your favorite position.
Well... that was fun!!
funny
Bossman told me a funny story about work. I just HAD to share it with you all.
Seems one of the guys at work didn't do something he was suppose to do. Bossman emailed one of the supervisors and told him the problem.
The supervisor e-mails back one very funny line:
Looks like he needs a case of red ass.
So spanko or not? I know what I think, what do you think?
Seems one of the guys at work didn't do something he was suppose to do. Bossman emailed one of the supervisors and told him the problem.
The supervisor e-mails back one very funny line:
Looks like he needs a case of red ass.
So spanko or not? I know what I think, what do you think?
blindfolds can be fun
Health update: I'm still feeling ok, the pain is going away, which it usually does after a week or two. I tried to change docs, but both that I picked said they couldn't see me until April. No more heart racing, I think I'll give that up and try horse racing instead. HA!
It was brought to my attention that doing a post on blindfolds would be cool, so I thought I'd give it a go.
First let me start with this. When I am spanked, I have a hard time looking at Bossman when it's over. I don't know why. I think it has something to do with embarrassment and possibly some shame. Not necessarily shame at what I did to get the spanking, more of the shame of letting my husband spank me. It's something that I struggle with a lot. Although I'm a spanko at heart, I still find it hard to accept. My head tells me that it's ok. There is nothing wrong with letting your husband spank you. I can even write it here, or encourage others that struggle with the same problem. BUT, letting myself feel ok with myself, that is really hard for me. Something I will probably always struggle with. So, looking at my husband after he's reddened my bottom? It's not something I enjoy doing.
Now the reason I felt the need to say all that is because this is about blindfolds.
Bossman and I started using blindfolds when we were trying some light bondage. This was before I let it be known that I would like to be spanked. Telling someone that you wouldn't mind being tied up is way easier than telling someone you want them to spank you. Weird huh?
Anyway, so we tried a blindfold and I LOVE it. Funny thing is, we haven't played with the blindfolds for a long time, so when we used them last weekend I realized how much I missed using one.
For me, it's an easy way to hide. Remember when you had a baby and would play peek-a-boo? The baby would think that if they covered their eyes then you couldn't see them. This is how I feel. As long as my eyes are covered and I can't see him, then I don't have to take responsibility for what happens. My inner submissive thrives on having no control over what is going to happen.
But the blindfold is more than that. The blindfold give me a heighten sense of anticipation. Not knowing what is going to happen next can be very exciting.
The other senses get heightened also. When you are blindfolded you can't look at the little speck of dust on the ceiling that you keep meaning to dust and never quite get around to it. You can't look at the top of the dirty dresser and think about how you should do a better job of cleaning. You can't even see the dust on the TV screen. (YEAH, like you don't do that during sex! HA!)
So lets just agree that the blindfold keeps me on track. It helps keep me focused, very focused on what he is doing to me, and less on when is it going to be over. (Not that I EVER wonder that...nope, not me) The anticipation over where he's going to touch me next and with what is enough to drive me crazy. (in a good way, of course.)
(For Bossman: I NEVER think this way, I'm only giving examples, you know I would NEVER do that. Never! Our sex is always exciting and my mind NEVER, ever, wanders! Just thought you should know. =) )
Spankings are different when blindfolded. Not knowing which instrument will hit next, not knowing where, or how hard...all more intense when you can't see. Plus you not looking down at the carpet and wishing you had vacuumed... wait, I already covered that...
To me, blindfolds add an element of mystery. Once the blindfold is on, control is lost. Bossman is in complete control after that. If he starts doing something that would normally embarrass me, I'm not so embarrassed with a blindfold on.
So, to those of you that have yet to try a blindfold....DO IT! In my humble opinion, it's very very sexy.
Not that you asked or anything....
Oh wait, you did ask.....
Ok, well there is your answer.
It was brought to my attention that doing a post on blindfolds would be cool, so I thought I'd give it a go.
First let me start with this. When I am spanked, I have a hard time looking at Bossman when it's over. I don't know why. I think it has something to do with embarrassment and possibly some shame. Not necessarily shame at what I did to get the spanking, more of the shame of letting my husband spank me. It's something that I struggle with a lot. Although I'm a spanko at heart, I still find it hard to accept. My head tells me that it's ok. There is nothing wrong with letting your husband spank you. I can even write it here, or encourage others that struggle with the same problem. BUT, letting myself feel ok with myself, that is really hard for me. Something I will probably always struggle with. So, looking at my husband after he's reddened my bottom? It's not something I enjoy doing.
Now the reason I felt the need to say all that is because this is about blindfolds.
Bossman and I started using blindfolds when we were trying some light bondage. This was before I let it be known that I would like to be spanked. Telling someone that you wouldn't mind being tied up is way easier than telling someone you want them to spank you. Weird huh?
Anyway, so we tried a blindfold and I LOVE it. Funny thing is, we haven't played with the blindfolds for a long time, so when we used them last weekend I realized how much I missed using one.
For me, it's an easy way to hide. Remember when you had a baby and would play peek-a-boo? The baby would think that if they covered their eyes then you couldn't see them. This is how I feel. As long as my eyes are covered and I can't see him, then I don't have to take responsibility for what happens. My inner submissive thrives on having no control over what is going to happen.
But the blindfold is more than that. The blindfold give me a heighten sense of anticipation. Not knowing what is going to happen next can be very exciting.
The other senses get heightened also. When you are blindfolded you can't look at the little speck of dust on the ceiling that you keep meaning to dust and never quite get around to it. You can't look at the top of the dirty dresser and think about how you should do a better job of cleaning. You can't even see the dust on the TV screen. (YEAH, like you don't do that during sex! HA!)
So lets just agree that the blindfold keeps me on track. It helps keep me focused, very focused on what he is doing to me, and less on when is it going to be over. (Not that I EVER wonder that...nope, not me) The anticipation over where he's going to touch me next and with what is enough to drive me crazy. (in a good way, of course.)
(For Bossman: I NEVER think this way, I'm only giving examples, you know I would NEVER do that. Never! Our sex is always exciting and my mind NEVER, ever, wanders! Just thought you should know. =) )
Spankings are different when blindfolded. Not knowing which instrument will hit next, not knowing where, or how hard...all more intense when you can't see. Plus you not looking down at the carpet and wishing you had vacuumed... wait, I already covered that...
To me, blindfolds add an element of mystery. Once the blindfold is on, control is lost. Bossman is in complete control after that. If he starts doing something that would normally embarrass me, I'm not so embarrassed with a blindfold on.
So, to those of you that have yet to try a blindfold....DO IT! In my humble opinion, it's very very sexy.
Not that you asked or anything....
Oh wait, you did ask.....
Ok, well there is your answer.
Thank you
Thank you so much for all the prayers and concerns. Seems I will live another day! Hooray for me!
I promise, I will get back to the blindfold post. It's still sitting in the draft box, taunting me. At first I figured it would be a nice little post, but it turns out I have a lot to say on the subject! (who knew?)
So before the end of the week, I will try and get it finished, but for now, I must recap on the health issues.
Here's the scoop. Every once in awhile, I tend to get pain that is in my shoulder, but also in my neck and chest. It's hard to describe the pain. It's not a pain that has been caused by injury. I can freely move my arms and shoulders with no problem and no pain. The pain is usually on one side or the other, not usually on both sides AND its much worse when I lay down. Laying down can cause it to be very painful and hard to breath, but usually once it "settles" it is ok. Turning from side to side while sleeping can also cause the pain.
I've gotten this pain numerous times in the past 8 years. It usually will last for a couple of days to a week and then it will be gone. I had it last December when I was so sick, and then I didn't get again until Oct.
Needless to say, I got the pain again last Monday night. It's in my right side. It hurts to breath and laying down is just not possible. Finally, yesterday morning I thought I would call the doc and make an appointment. Last time I had the pain, they thought it was infection around my heart, or my lungs. Last time the gave me anti inflammatory medication. It seemed to help. So I was hoping they would give me some more of those.
Yesterday around noon, I felt like my heart was racing. Seeing as how I was sitting on my butt watching tv, there didn't seem to be a good reason for this. I got out the portable bloodpressure taker and checked my BP and pulse. Well, they were HIGH and my pulse was in the 140's. So I tried calling my doc office, but they were at lunch. So I called Bossman, who promptly said he was coming home to take me to the ER.
When you have a pulse of 160, which is how high it was when I got to ER, well, there was no waiting for me. As a matter of fact, the moved an old guy out to the hall so I could have his room, which I felt bad about.
They took a EKG and said everything looked good there. My pulse was high and the bp was really high 181/110. YIKES. But everything else looked good.
So the doc took a look at my old records from last year and by the time he finished that, my heart rate and bp looked good.
He said everything looked good, there was really no reason for it to happen, it just did, and since I would be seeing my doc in the morning, I was good to go.
So this morning I went to my own doc. Well, actually, I saw a new doc to the practice. Since I am not keen on my own doc, this was fine with me. Unfortunately this new guy...not much better!
The good news? My heart rate and bp were fine.
Do they know what the pain is? NO. Do they care about my heart? NO.
Basically, he said that he thought my shoulder has inflammation. Now remember, I said I have complete movement in my shoulders. BUT, he starts pressing down on my shoulder, REALLY hard, like knuckles in muscle hard. Does that hurt? HELL YES! If your going to press your knuckles all the way to my BONES! SHEEZ!
So because I said that hurt, he saids I need to have cortizone shot? WHAT the HELL??
I said, nope, I'll have to think about that. Then he tells Bossman that I will probably need some therapy. WHAT? What the heck kind of therapy do I need on a shoulder that works fine? Bossman said later that maybe he meant MENTAL therapy! I only need mental therapy because HE is making me mentally insane!
Furthermore, he said that he could tell I was a worrier and that was probably my biggest problem.
So, from what I gathered is this....
1. I'm a worrier
2. I need therapy
3. It hurts when someone pushes their knuckles into your shoulder
4. Cortizon shots will cure everything
5. I hate my doctor!
Lucky for you, I will live another day.
I'm so done with doctors!
Now, I need to get finished with my blindfold post before I keel over from worry!
I promise, I will get back to the blindfold post. It's still sitting in the draft box, taunting me. At first I figured it would be a nice little post, but it turns out I have a lot to say on the subject! (who knew?)
So before the end of the week, I will try and get it finished, but for now, I must recap on the health issues.
Here's the scoop. Every once in awhile, I tend to get pain that is in my shoulder, but also in my neck and chest. It's hard to describe the pain. It's not a pain that has been caused by injury. I can freely move my arms and shoulders with no problem and no pain. The pain is usually on one side or the other, not usually on both sides AND its much worse when I lay down. Laying down can cause it to be very painful and hard to breath, but usually once it "settles" it is ok. Turning from side to side while sleeping can also cause the pain.
I've gotten this pain numerous times in the past 8 years. It usually will last for a couple of days to a week and then it will be gone. I had it last December when I was so sick, and then I didn't get again until Oct.
Needless to say, I got the pain again last Monday night. It's in my right side. It hurts to breath and laying down is just not possible. Finally, yesterday morning I thought I would call the doc and make an appointment. Last time I had the pain, they thought it was infection around my heart, or my lungs. Last time the gave me anti inflammatory medication. It seemed to help. So I was hoping they would give me some more of those.
Yesterday around noon, I felt like my heart was racing. Seeing as how I was sitting on my butt watching tv, there didn't seem to be a good reason for this. I got out the portable bloodpressure taker and checked my BP and pulse. Well, they were HIGH and my pulse was in the 140's. So I tried calling my doc office, but they were at lunch. So I called Bossman, who promptly said he was coming home to take me to the ER.
When you have a pulse of 160, which is how high it was when I got to ER, well, there was no waiting for me. As a matter of fact, the moved an old guy out to the hall so I could have his room, which I felt bad about.
They took a EKG and said everything looked good there. My pulse was high and the bp was really high 181/110. YIKES. But everything else looked good.
So the doc took a look at my old records from last year and by the time he finished that, my heart rate and bp looked good.
He said everything looked good, there was really no reason for it to happen, it just did, and since I would be seeing my doc in the morning, I was good to go.
So this morning I went to my own doc. Well, actually, I saw a new doc to the practice. Since I am not keen on my own doc, this was fine with me. Unfortunately this new guy...not much better!
The good news? My heart rate and bp were fine.
Do they know what the pain is? NO. Do they care about my heart? NO.
Basically, he said that he thought my shoulder has inflammation. Now remember, I said I have complete movement in my shoulders. BUT, he starts pressing down on my shoulder, REALLY hard, like knuckles in muscle hard. Does that hurt? HELL YES! If your going to press your knuckles all the way to my BONES! SHEEZ!
So because I said that hurt, he saids I need to have cortizone shot? WHAT the HELL??
I said, nope, I'll have to think about that. Then he tells Bossman that I will probably need some therapy. WHAT? What the heck kind of therapy do I need on a shoulder that works fine? Bossman said later that maybe he meant MENTAL therapy! I only need mental therapy because HE is making me mentally insane!
Furthermore, he said that he could tell I was a worrier and that was probably my biggest problem.
So, from what I gathered is this....
1. I'm a worrier
2. I need therapy
3. It hurts when someone pushes their knuckles into your shoulder
4. Cortizon shots will cure everything
5. I hate my doctor!
Lucky for you, I will live another day.
I'm so done with doctors!
Now, I need to get finished with my blindfold post before I keel over from worry!
We interupt this regularly scheduled blog.....
I have a really nice post about blindfolds just waiting to be finished.
Unfortunately, I ended up back in the ER with my heart doing about 160.
After 3 hours (a new ER record) I was sent home.
The good news, They can't find anything wrong. The bad news, They can't find anything wrong.
So, I will go see my doc tomorrow and see if he can make heads or tails out of it.
Until then, keep me in your prayers, (if you pray) or a nice thought will do.
I promise I'll be back with a great post about blindfolds.
Unfortunately, I ended up back in the ER with my heart doing about 160.
After 3 hours (a new ER record) I was sent home.
The good news, They can't find anything wrong. The bad news, They can't find anything wrong.
So, I will go see my doc tomorrow and see if he can make heads or tails out of it.
Until then, keep me in your prayers, (if you pray) or a nice thought will do.
I promise I'll be back with a great post about blindfolds.
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