"B" grateful Tuesday!

It's time for gratitude Tuesday already! Time flies when your grateful for stuff.

My "B" list has been growing strong. I've spent time all week thinking of things that I am grateful for that begin with the letter "B".

If you would like to join in, feel free to leave a comment here, or do your own list on your blog. And hey, if you don't want to do the letter B, do whatever you want...just be grateful!

So, let's get to the B's!


It would be ridiculous if I didn't mention Bossman first. He is my favorite B. He's real name doesn't begin with B, but that's ok because I'm always grateful for Bossman. He gets me like nobody else does. He is patient and kind and caring. I believe he loves me with all his heart and I love him with all my heart. Without him, the world would be a lot like the moon. No color and no life. Bossman is my soul.

I am very grateful for my blog. I've been blogging for almost 5 years. This blog tells a story that the rest of the world doesn't know about me. Sure there are everyday stories, but the spanking secret is only allowed out here. I love being able to share with others my experiences and I also love reading about others. Some have made spanking work and some haven't. That's ok. Once I get hooked on a blog, I am usually hooked for life. I enjoy spanking and non-spanking blogs. Hooray for blogs!

Last week I got my hair done and the whole time I kept thinking how grateful I was for my beautician. She did a great job on my hair.

I love reading my Bible. Whether you believe or not, there are some great stories in that book. Some of it is quite sexy if you ask me. I KNOW! How dare I say things like that...but it's true people. If you don't believe me, read it for yourself!

Friday is payday and I can guarantee that I will be so grateful for my bank account this Friday. Not sure how I feel about that bank account today...but I'm trying to be positive...

I love to snuggle in my blankets. I recently bought a new comforter for my bed and WOW, it's 5 star hotel quality. I LOVE it. And frankly I could lay in my blankies all day...which brings me to my....

Bed. I LOVE to sleep. My bed is like a safe haven. Nothing bad can happen if I'm in bed. I love my bed.

I also am very grateful for bubble baths. The more bubbles the better. I could lay in a bath for an hour, just thinking and dreaming.

While I'm in the bath I love to read books. I love reading. My favorite book series is called "The Outlander". I am madly in love with Jamie. He's so dominate and the love story between him and Claire is heartbreakingly, breathtaking. Believe it or not, there are some spanking references and he even spanks his wife once. Although that is not the reason I love these books. I've read all 6 books twice and I will read them again. Best books EVER!

Of course I can't forget some of my favorite B's....
bubble gum
bee's
backrubs
banana splits
bread
broccoli
babies
bouncing on our trampoline
baby carrots
Beetle juice, Beetle juice, Beetle juice!


And this list wouldn't be right if I didn't include....

bottoms
buttocks
booty
bums
behind
bare butts

Along with them goes....
belts
backscratchers
brushes
bath brushes

With words like....
behave
be good
be nice
bend over


I could probably go on and on with the B's, but I'll stop now. But, I'd love to hear YOUR B's!

Have a Beautiful day!

By appointment only

Bossman spends most of his days meeting clients. He has a schedule on his phone, connected to his email, that allows him to access his calendar whenever he needs to see what appointments he has. If there is something going on in our family that he needs to attend, he will put it on his calendar so he doesn't schedule anything else for that time. The good part about this is that he isn't tied to his office. He can pretty much come and go as he pleases. If he doesn't have anything scheduled he can sleep in, if he has a late appointment with a client, he will go to the office later in the day. If he wants to take a day off, he just makes sure to clear his schedule.

All in all it's a very nice way to be able to work. He also can do a lot of his work from home, so if he doesn't feel like going in to the office, but he has things to take care of, usually he can do it from home.

I realize that I am very lucky. To have him be able to be home, or come home when I need him is awesome. He very rarely has to miss any of the Little Man's things at school, even when they are in the middle of the day. So my kids are very lucky too!

Ok, ok, I AM getting to a point!

We've decided to try something new. See, although Bossman can make time to be with me, we usually don't. Well, we do....but we don't. We spend time together, but we don't always make time for spanking.

So, the other night I was in the bath. I love me a good bubble bath.

Anyway, I was taking a bath and thinking about spanking. Yes, I tend to think about spanking when I'm in the bath. What's wrong with that???

I was thinking that maybe I should make an appointment with Bossman. I mean, as long as he can put it on his calendar...and NO, he doesn't have to say what the appointment is for...although that would be funny, wouldn't it?

If I made an appointment with Bossman on a day that the wildchild is in class and the little man is in class, well.....well...it could actually work.

Usually our problems stem from the fact that we aren't actually prepared for spanking time. Although I enjoy spontaneity, I also enjoy being prepared to take a spanking. If Bossman stays home from work then the wildchild leaves for class, we will snuggle and usually make love, but by the time we are done with all that, it's time for Bossman to get ready for work. So throwing a spanking in, doesn't usually work.

Well, I've talked to Bossman about my little proposition and he seemed to like the idea. Maybe it seems a little clinical, but I'm hopeful that this might actually work. See, on the scheduled day, when he takes the Little man to school, I could get up, instead of staying in bed...that way, I'm fully prepared to go ahead with the activities, instead of sleeping. I can mentally prepare myself so that when the wildchild leaves, we can get on to the business at hand. It doesn't have to take a lot of time, and if we WANT more time, or want some hanky panky mixed in, well, if time permits we can. All in all, it seems like a good plan. Things always look good on paper...so I guess we will just have to try it and see how it works.

I'm not sure if I'm on the schedule for this week, but if I am....

I'll be sure to let you know!

Sven

Well, I might as well tell you now, for you are bound to find out sooner or later....

I have a new boyfriend.

That's right. I have a new boyfriend. Don't worry though, Bossman knows all about him and he doesn't mind at all. Aren't I the lucky one?

Sven about 6'2, he's in great shape and he has a a short pony tail.

He and I spend lots of time in my living room. We do things. We do all kinds of positions too. Yep, Sven and I are becoming quite close!

The great thing is, Bossman doesn't mind, at all. As a matter of fact, Bossman encourages me to spend time with Sven...lots of time.

So would you like to see a picture of Sven?






Isn't he a hottie?

Sven and I have been doing yoga in my living room. So all of you with your heads in the gutters can just remove them immediately! Sheez!

Anyway, Sven is the personal trainer in the Wii fit game.

I'm sure you've all heard of the Wii. The Wii has a new game (new to me) called Wii fit. Although Sven and I are getting really close, I am extremely upset with my Wii.

The Wii fit is a game that comes with a balance board. This board knows everything about you. It's scary. It knew I liked spanking (ok, not really, but wouldn't that be weird if it did?) Anyway this is how Wii fit works.

You make a Mii. This is a cartoon version of you or whoever you want to be. (Kind of like bloggers...LOL) Once you have a Mii you go to the Wii fit game. When you first start it up it asks you normal questions like age and height. Then you stand on the board and it shows you how your posture/balance is. After that you do some balancing tests...shifting your weight back and forth on the board and trying to keep the lines within certain boxes...that sort of thing.


(I don't look nearly as cute on my Wii board! See the little box in the corner? You have to try and make the pink line stay in the blue area by balancing. Seems easy...it's NOT!)



After you go through all that it tells you your BMI (Body mass index)and how much you weigh.

Here's the part that I am embarrassed to tell you about, but hey, I'm all about keeping it real so.....

The Wii tells me I'm obese. YES people...I'm obese. Can I just tell you how much I hate that word? It's such an ugly word. If you go to this post, you will see a full body pic of me. Look, I'm no skinny minny, but do I look obese?

I think NOT!

But don't tell my Wii game that. There is no arguing with the Wii. After the Wii game tells me I'm obese it changes my Mii character to a chubster. So, not only do I have to see it in plain english that I'm obese, I now have to play the games with a chubby Mii! Oh the Wii, it does love to mock me. There is a plus side. It gives you your Wii age, meaning your fitness age. My age was 33! Not bad for a 40 year old. BUT...today I went on it and I did horrible on one of the balancing tests and so my Wii age today is 57! Can you imagine, yesterday I'm 33, today 57? It's just NOT fair. I told you, this Wii is mocking me.

Sven is an ok trainer, but he's not very aggressive. I guess yoga isn't an aggressive activity, but Sven is so passive. He's always telling me what great balance I have, even when I fall off the board. I love Sven but I wish he would just tell me the truth! I mean the Wii doesn't have a problem with the truth, why does Sven?? If only Sven would spank me when I fall of the board...I mean THAT'S the kind of motivation I NEED!

BTW, Sven didn't come with a name, I named him.....hehehehe.

The Wii fit has other things to do which I enjoy. There's hoola hooping, there's tightrope walking, there's step aerobics.

The funniest of all games is the Soccer ball challenge. In this challenge you have to shift your body left and right and try to hit the soccer ball coming at you. Only one problem, there are also shoes and panda heads? flying at you. If you don't move in time they will smack you right in the face! Violent I tell you!

Anyway, I don't know for certain if this Wii fit stuff will actually work. I do know that it's getting my lazy butt off the couch, so that, in it self, is a big plus for me. I still say I'm not obese and I am still very upset that I have a chubby Mii.

But, I am the best one in the family at the ski jumps!

So THERE Wii! Take THAT!

Friday Fill-ins

Something new that I found on the net. A nice way to get to know people, or in your case, a nice way to get to know me. I'm going to try and do these every Friday. If you would like to play along, clink the link here or copy the questions off my site. You can answer in my comments or post your own on your blog.

My answers are in bold.


1. Please don't tell Bossman that I hid the backscratcher.

2. Can you spank me in the morning?

3. The color blue makes me want to kiss Bossman!

4. I have a craving for Pepperidge farm coconut cake.

5. If my life had a pause button, I'd pause it when my kids say they love me.

6. Eyes are the entrance to your soul .

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to sleeping, tomorrow my plans include watching my daughter sing for church and Sunday, I want to clean the garage!

Gratitude Tuesday

I thought we could all use a little gratitude, ok, maybe I just need a little gratitude, but either way, I'm dragging you along with me.

Some of you may recall a few years ago when my good friend Ceeci started a little thing called Gratitude Tuesday. I really enjoyed it and with Ceeci's blessing, I've decided to revive it.

For those of you that weren't around, or for those of you that are losing your memory, let me tell you what Gratitude Tuesday is all about.

It's pretty simple really. Once a week, preferably on Tuesday, (hence the name) I will post things I'm grateful for. In order to keep the list from getting too long, I will do it alphabetically, starting with the letter "A", naturally. I'm hoping that some of you might join in on the fun. You can post here in my comments, you can drop me an email, OR you could post them on your own blog!

What are the rules, you ask? There are no rules! You can list them any way you choose. You can use pictures, write a story, or simply put a list. You can explain in great detail OR you can leave us all wondering what a weirdo what you are talking about.

Whether or not you all choose to join, I plan on taking this on. I need to focus my life on the good things. Believe it or not, there ARE good things!

When am I going to start this, you ask?

No time like the present! So, without further ado, let's start with the letter "A".

"A" is the first letter of my daughters name. She works in a department store. Recently a homeless woman was in the store looking at shoes. She could tell the woman was homeless by her clothing and the fact that she was pushing a baby stroller with all her possessions in it. (thank goodness, no baby) My daughter happen to be working in the shoe department that day, and she struck up a conversation with the lady. The lady was very friendly. She told my daughter that she couldn't afford any of the shoes. As my daughter looked down at the lady's feet, she noticed her shoes were full of holes and very old. It happen to be raining that day. My daughter asked the lady what size she wore. The lady said 7 1/2. My daughter told the lady she would buy her a pair of shoes. The lady was so surprised. "Bless you, my child" is pretty much all the lady could say to my daughter. My daughter bought the lady shoes AND socks that day. To say that I am a proud momma would be an understatement! My daughter is my favorite "A".

Angels are around us. I believe they are everyday people that do extraordinary things for others. I think my daughter was an angel that day.

Aunts are fun. (but not at a picnic....HAHA) I don't actually have an Aunt, but I AM an Aunt. Believe me, I'm a fun aunt. I absolutely LOVE being an aunt. I can spoil my nephews and niece and then send them home. Is that what it's like to be a grandma? (Eva??)

Absolution is one of those things you probably don't think of very often, but in this spanking world, isn't that what we are seeking? Absolution from our sins? Not in a biblical way, but just in a general way. I like being absolved! And if that means getting spanked....all the better!

Aquariums are fun. Ours happens to be 72 gallons of salt water fun. We have some lovely beauties in our tank. It's quite calming to just sit and watch them. I think it's better than TV. (Hmmmm, maybe I should post some pictures???)

Apples, Apricots, and all assorted A fruits and veggies help to keep me healthy and happy.

I think I'll end with something appropriate.....

Anal play is starting to grow on me! Last week, Bossman and I had a nice spanking session followed by some anal play. At first I was scared, but he used lots of oil and just played around. After a time, he said, "I'm just going to put the tip in." I said, "JUST DO IT!" And he DID! All the way! It was fantastic. Now I can't stop thinking about it. I want to do it again....and again.

Ahhhh, see? Life is good! Just thinking about all those "A" things makes me smile.

So, what sort of "A" things are you grateful for today?

I LOVE this!

Aftermath

I don't know about you but I feel much better after a good cry. Even though my nose was stuffy and my face was puffy....it felt nice to just let it all out.

As it turns out, there are a BUNCH of really nice people on the internet. I think they all stopped here on Friday and offered me some support. Thank you so much for that. It helped me realize that I love my blog and I love interacting with all of you.

I'm working things out and setting things back to the way they should be. It takes time to heal. One thing that helps is humor.

So, instead of leaving up a sad post, I will leave you with this video. I will be back soon, until then, enjoy!

Brad Paisley   More CMT Music   More CMT Music Videos

Tears

I cried today.

I hate crying. It's ugly business. My face contorts in the most unflattering ways. Snot and tears, red splotchy face and even redder swollen eyes. Seriously, ugly business.

Today they cut down two trees in my backyard. Beautiful ash trees. Tall, majestic trees. In the spring and summer the birds love those trees. I could sit in my dining room and watch the birds hope from limb to limb. I could lay on the trampoline and listen to the singing and chirping.

The trees had to come down. Apparently the neighbors didn't appreciate the trees like I did. Something about damage to their patio, or some such nonsense.

I've never cried for trees before. I've never thought much about them. I mean, I really like trees. I'm fascinated by trees. The shapes, the colors, the smells. Trees can be so beautiful and yet, so scary. Scary shadows at night, branches falling and blowing around during a storm. Yes, trees are mysterious and wonderful. Some trees have been around for many many years. Sometimes I wish I could talk to the trees. Imagine what a tree could tell you. Imagine the things they've seen...the changes the world has made and yet, they are still here.

Until you have to cut them down.

So, I cried for my trees. I sat in my dining room and watched them come down.

And I cried.

And then I realized I wasn't just crying for my trees.

Yes, I was upset about the trees, but like I said before I've never cried for trees before.

I realized that I was crying for my friends. My blogging friends, to be more specific. I was crying for this blogging world that had to go through such trauma this past week.

You may or may not have noticed I've steered clear of the controversy. My heart is heavy with thoughts of everything going on. I am torn between friends and feelings. Caught between what I believe, what I think, and what I feel. The feelings have been bumping and colliding with each other all week.

One minute I'm feeling sorry for the people involved, the next minute I'm feeling like a fool for falling for the lies.

This has happened before in the blogging world, and sadly, it will happen again.

I've said to myself and to email friends that it doesn't matter, I'm ok.

But I'm not ok. This....this.....whatever This is....is not ok.

I have lots of questions. Most of them won't get answered for this is the way the blogging world works. We only get what gets written down.

You only know things about me that I share with you here. I only know things about you that you write here. You don't know if I'm telling the truth, anymore than I know that about you.

I trust that what you say is true. I don't care if you use a different name, your name doesn't make your experiences different. When you tell me that something happened to you, or you had this experience I believe you. I feel for you. I'm happy for you, sad for you.

I am, after all, human.

Unfortunately, being human makes me vulnerable. As a blogger and a reader of blogs, I open myself up to being hurt. If I say things that people don't agree with, trust me, they will tell me. Sometimes not nicely. I lay my feelings out for the world to view and every time I hit the send button I wonder, "Will someone try and hurt me?"

Maybe this makes me naive. I should try to not feel for you. I shouldn't be happy for you or sad for you. But, I can't. I'm not wired that way. I'm a person with emotions. When I read a book, I feel emotions right along with the characters. Isn't that what makes reading fun? But when I read a book, I know it's just a story. I know it's made up, make believe. I know that there isn't really a "happily ever after". And that's ok. I know ahead of time that it's not really real so I don't feel as deep, or as hard.

When I read true stories, I feel for the people involved. I try to put myself in their shoes. I wonder how I would deal with whatever-it-is that they are dealing with. I feel happy or sad for them.

To find out these stories aren't true, to find out that things aren't exactly the way they described them...well, that hurts.

For you see, I've given you my emotions. I've given you a piece of me. And for what? For nothing? For a story that wasn't true after all?

Well, these are my feelings, for better or worse. I'm not trying to bash anyone or say anything mean. I'm just telling you MY very real, very emotional feelings. I'm allowed to have these feelings and I'm allowed to say them on my blog. If you don't like it please, feel free to click away. One click of the mouse can have you far away from here.

As for me, I'm still going to take that blogging break. I need to decide if putting myself out here, getting to know people out here, is worth it. Is it worth the hurt and the stress? Is it worth the wondering?

I don't know if it's worth it right now. And that makes me sad. This blog is part of me. It's my heart and soul. I've opened up a part of me that can't be opened in the real world. I've revealed things here that nobody knows except my husband. Of course, I could go private, but what good would that do? I've opened up this part of my heart to you because YOU understand. You've gone or are going through the same things I'm going through. You get it.

But then again, maybe you don't get it. Because maybe you aren't being true to me or to yourself.

So yes, I cried today. I cried for my trees and I cried for my blog.

And, I think some where deep inside, I cried for you.

Hi

I suppose you've probably guessed that I'm not really in the blogging mood.

I haven't really been in much of a mood since before the holidays and I've been forcing myself to blog just for the sake of it.

So, I just wanted you all to know that I'm ok. I'm having a bit of a health problem, hopefully we will find out tomorrow what that's about. Nothing really major but still a concern.

D is not doing well. The numerous tumors in her lungs have grown 30 percent in 3 months...while on chemo. Not good. She needs to travel to get better treatment and that means money and well...when you have cancer and can't work, money is not that easy to come by. Just one more thing to worry about, as if cancer wasn't enough to worry about..right?

Things are fine here in graceland. The kids are good, Bossman is good, life is good.

So, lets talk blogging.....

I've been blogging for a long time. 5 years in March. To me, that's quite an accomplishment. I never thought I would be blogging for this long. My life just isn't that exciting. But here I am 5 years later...and people still read here. Amazing!

So, I'm not leaving, I'm just taking a small blogging break. It seems like whenever I do that, I suddenly find things that I want to blog about. So, I'll probably be back sooner than later.

Just know, I'm still lurking. I still read blogs and I still comment when I have something I want to add.

So...TTFN...

Ta ta for now!

Don't mind the dust....

Wow! Is it really 2009 already? Seems like only a few days ago it was 2008.

I know I've been MIA for awhile, sorry about that. I'll get to the dusting soon, promise!

Christmas at my house was fantastic! Santa was good to everyone so I guess that means we were all good this year. (Ha ha, I think Santa forgot to check that list...but I'll never tell him)

Bossman took the week off. So from Christmas eve until now, he's been home.

We did a lot of hanging out. We watched a lot of movies and ate a lot of food. We had thought of taking a drive to the snow. See, in my part of the world, if we want to see snow, we actually have to drive a couple of hours. Instead, we decided to have a staycation. A staycation meant, we stayed around our area or hung out at home. Not only was this good for gas mileage, it was just plain fun!

So, instead of going to the snow, we headed to the beach. Last weekend saw Bossman and myself alone. We had been in the house for days and we were ready for some fresh air! We went to a beach that we hadn't been to in while. It was beautiful. Although the thermometer in the said it was 62, it really felt like lower 70's. The sun was shining and it was one of the rare days when there was no wind. The water was so clear that when we got to the end of the pier, we looked down and could see the fish swimming in the water. Aaaaahhhhh, THIS is why I live here!

After walking the pier, I felt the need to send a picture to two of my favorite people. (Sorry Ceeci, I didn't have your number in my phone!) Don't you just love the whole picture messaging on cell phones? How did we ever get along without them? I wasn't about to feel guilty about it, as they were getting ready to hang out together and I was feeling very left out.

A few days later, we had the little man with us and we decide to head to another beach. It was New years Day and there were a lot of tourist out and about. As the little man and I were waiting for Bossman to pay for parking, a man showed up riding a Segway. The man gave us a demonstration and let the little man try it. At first, it looks like it's going to be hard to balance, but...it's not.

We didn't have a lot of time that day, as friends were expecting us at their house for dinner. We had planned to go to the snow the next day. That evening, we took a vote and decided we didn't want to go to the snow, we wanted to go back to the beach and rent a Segway.


(me, on a segway.)

Oh my.....it was such fun! Those things can move pretty fast and because they are fairly new at this beach, everyone was staring. We rode up and down the beach, right next to the water....it was fantastic! We are all in agreement that the segways were WAY funner than the snow! (Is funner a word?)

Needless to say, I have had a splendid holiday season! Don't tell the twins but can you believe that my son doesn't have to go back to school for another week? So even though Bossman has to go back to work, I still get another week to sleep in!

I hope you all had a great holiday season! I hope 2009 is the best year yet! But, my biggest hope? I hope Ceeci and the twins come and visit me!

Oh the fun we could have!

T'was the night before Christmas...or was it?

I wrote this last year for Friday Fantasy. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year!

Twas the night before Christmas...or was it?

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for a spouse!

The paddles were hung
In the closet with care
In hopes that a red bottom
Soon would be there.

The wife was a nestled
All snug in the corner
While visions of swats
And how many were wondered.

And Mamma in her tee-shirt
And I with my bats
Were just settling in
For some long and hard swats

From out of the corner
There rose such a clatter
When I said it was time
And in my hand was a swatter.

Away from the corner
She flew like a flash
Pulled down her panties
And bent over, at last.

Her butt was like moonlight
On new fallen snow
Gave luster of mid-day
To eyes all a-glow.

When, what to her wondering
Eyes should appear
But a paddle of wood
A big subject of fear.

With the first little slap
So lively and quick
I knew in a moment
She’s probably quite slick

More rapid than eagles,
The spanks how they came
She cursed and shouted
And called me bad names

Ouch, meany, Ow, wieny,
Oh please stop, it hurts
Eeeeouch yes sir, screech, no sir
She sputters and spurts

From the top of her tail bone
To the top of her thighs
Now spank away, spank away
Spank low and high

As with a very sore bottom
Her screams echo the sky
Her bum meets with the paddle
The slaps echo and fly

So upping the tempo
The paddle, it flew
With a fast paced staccato
And some rubbing too

And then in a twinkling
I heard a low moaning
The prancing and pawing
Of feet and of clawing

As I drew in my hand
And was starting to slow
Down put the paddle
And the hand was a go

My hand started slapping
From tushy to thigh
And her screams turned
To panting, and then a big sigh

A bunch of hard slaps
I had put on her bottom
And she looked like a
naughty girl, just like she oughta

Her eyes, how they twinkled
Her dimples how merry
Her bum was like roses
Her bottom like a cherry.

Her droll little bottom
Tightened just like a bow
And the skin on her thighs
Was as white as the snow

The stump of a paddle
Held tight in my hand
And I swore there was smoke
From her bottomy land

I had a broad smile,
At the buttocks that shook
When I smacked and I slapped
And I spanked and I cooked

Her bottom was chubby and plump
A right sore was her self
And I laughed when I saw it
In spite of myself

With a wink of my eye
And a twist of my wrist
Soon gave me to know
She couldn’t resist

I spoke not a word
But went straight to my work
And filled all the white spots
Then turned with a jerk

And laying a finger
Inside of her place
I gave her an orgasm
And made her heart race

Then we sprang to our bed
And our bodies did whistle
So away we both flew
Like the down of a thistle

But I heard her exclaim
as we both were entwined
Happy Spanking to all
And to all, a good night!

panties

I know I gave my Christmas wishes in the last post. I seriously didn't think I would have time to write another post. Last night gave me some thoughts though, so here they are.

First of all, Bossman and I were left home alone last night. I'm not sure why anyone thought that leaving us home alone was a good idea, but hey, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth!

So, since we were home alone, we did what everyone does when left alone, Bossman decided to spank me. What? Not everyone does that? Hhmmmm, I don't think I agree with you, but whatever! To each his own!

We thought that trying out the new ping-pong paddle would be fun, so Bossman gave it a few whacks. Let me give you a quick review:

The ping-pong paddle purchased from the .99cent store gives more smack for your buck. By smack, I mean, the sound, SMACK! It doesn't really hurt and it's loud as heck! Worth .99 cents? Worth it if you want loud. Not so much worth it if your looking for sting.

End review.

I thought maybe we could put the cover back on and see if that helped, but Bossman was over it and decided to go back to the tried and true Back scratcher. Oh how I love that darn thing.

In any case, after a lovely reddening of the bottom, we moved on to other delicious things and after THAT, we went to get dressed. As Bossman was dressing me, (without bra or panties) he noticed my grannie panties.

Here's the pantie story. See, I hate buying panties. I never know which ones to get. The last time I purchased some, I accidentally bought a pack of briefs.

In case you didn't know, which I'm sure you do because you are all WAYYYY smarter than I, briefs are not really that brief. Seriously, why do they call them briefs? They should call them parachutes! These things are huge. Comfy, but huge.

Needless to say, Bossman doesn't like them. And when he was dressing me, he noticed them and decided the undie drawer could use a little cleaning out.

He pulled out every pair out and tossed them in the trash. That's right people...he tossed them all away. Remember when I said he dressed me without panties....yeah, so I had no panties to wear.

We took a quick trip to Walmart for some panties. When I say "quick" I mean, we went to walmart 2 days before Christmas and we barely escaped with our lives. There was nothing quick about that trip.

In any case, we scoped out the panties and these were my choices. Briefs, (uh, I think we've established those were OUT!) Bikini, (uh, I have a belly pouch that would make wearing bikini's quite funny and not at all attractive.) Thong, (anal is one thing, panties up your butt? I think NOT) Boy shorts (hmm, these could work) and Hi-cut (these could really work.)

Turns out, I bought a pack of each and I like them both. They both come over the pouch nicely and they are both quite comfy. Bossman likes them both, but I think he prefers the boy shorts better.

In any case, I'm thinking of starting a petition regarding those briefs. Briefs are hardly brief and should be labeled as such!

Now, go, go have a Merry Christmas!

I mean it!

Go now!

The joy of the dollar store

As you can imagine, life has been busy. Christmas is just around the corner and as of today, I'm finally done shopping! Now if only the cleaning fairy would stop by, I'd be quite happy!

Unfortunately, Bossman and I both got sick. Coughing and hacking and sneezing, Oh MY!

Needless to say there hasn't been much action around here. Turns out that hacking in each others faces isn't really all that romantic!

On the upside....

My side of the family has a tradition. The adults can only buy each other gifts from the dollar store. It makes for interesting shopping, to say the least. Some of the fun things I found....

A calender called "Nuns having fun". Yes, the pictures are of nuns, doing fun things. Riding tricycles, swinging on swings....Oh my, it's very funny and I'm sure my brother will LOVE it...LOL

We also found a calendar with weird medical questions like...Why do men have nipples? What causes shrinkage? Things like that. Quite funny, if you ask me.

Last but not least we found a paddle. Yep, you heard me correct, we found a paddle.

It's a ping-pong paddle. AND, it even has a leather cover. You know, to keep it nice. Of course I had to buy it! And if I wasn't feeling sick I would get up and find the camera and take a picture of it. But...just typing that sentence made me tired, so you'll have to wait for the picture.

In any case, you should stop by your .99 cent store. You never really know what you're going to find there!

Also....

From My family to yours...Merry Christmas!

I hope you have the best Christmas ever...Good food, good friends and good family! Really? Isn't that what it's all about?

HUGS!
grace

The Story of He and She

He and She took a shower together. It was nice. There was lots of touching and rubbing and all the wonderful sexy things that happen during showers with lovers.

Once out of the shower, He has She sit on the toilet seat cover and administer a blow job. She complied.

Once that was done, He and She go to get dressed. She puts on her jeans. She wandered around the room gathering bra and shirt. He sat on the bed. He asks She to come over topless so He could say goodbye to the "girls." She hates when He does that.

He makes Her come to Him. She stands between His legs. She is embarrassed and just wants it to be over. She looks up at the wall, over His head, willing Him to please hurry.

He notices and tells her to stop. "It's not that bad", he says. He says She needs a spanking. She says, "Not now, the kids will hear." He doesn't care.

He wants Her to ask for a spanking. He wants Her to say She needs a spanking. Tears come to Her eyes. "Please, don't make me say it." She says.

He makes Her look in his eyes. "Say it", He says. "Tell me you need a spanking."

She can't say it. She is embarrassed. She looks away. He holds Her wrists and makes Her say it. She finally whispers, low and quick, "Ineedaspanking."

He pulls down Her pants and pulls Her over His knee. He has the backscratcher. The BS is not loud. It will not be heard over the household noise. He spanks Her.

"You need this," He says. "Yes," she thinks, "Yes, I do."

He finishes the short spanking and pulls Her up. He takes Her to the corner and then He rummages around the closet. He pulls out the velcro cuffs and fastens Her wrists behind Her. He blindfolds Her then pushes Her on the bed. He takes out the vibrator and puts it right on Her spot. After a few moments He decides to do the job with His mouth.

She cums. He pulls down His pants and enters Her twitching spot.

Then.... He and She cum together.

He and She are very happy.

The End

The Ball

I felt just like Cinderella going to the ball. I had the magic shoes, I had the sparkly dress, I even had my own personal hairdresser! (the wildchild)

Bossman has worked for the company for 6 years, so this is our 6th party. (Duh!) Bossman said I looked sexy and I looked better than last year! YAY me! I always feel more convident when I know I look good for my man.

The food was good, the wine was good and Bossman looked GREAT! I swear, that man looks so sexy in a suit!

After a short speech from the Boss, it was time to dance! I'm not much of a dancer, I prefer slow dancing...but everyone was gettin' jiggy with it...so I decided to join the fun! We had a great time. The DJ sucked donkey balls though! Who plays all fast songs and NO slow? I mean really...people get tired. They want a slow song thrown in once in awhile. One of the Bosses asked Bossman to go up and request a slow song. Bossman was put on the spot, but went up and asked. They asked what song he wanted....he went blank and couldn't think of one. The DJ looked dumbfounded.

After about 3 more fast songs, (by the way, they were playing mostly 80's rock, so taht part was good) they finally played a slow song. It was country! Now I love a good country song, but it was the first country song of the night. How funny, they couldn't think of a slow song so they had to go to country. THEN, the played 2 slow songs in a row...both country. We thought that was VERY funny.

At the end of the slow songs we decided to head home. The party was slowing some, and frankly, it was getting boring.

So, there you go! There was nothing exciting to report. Nobody embarrassed themselves. I was bummed. I was hoping for a good story to share!

Oh well! I do have something else to share though.....


Today is PK's birthday! Stop by her blog and give her some love!




I hope your day is filled with spankings, you deserve each and every one of them!

Have a great Birthday! Love you!

HUGS!
grace

Count your blessings!

The party is tomorrow....curse me and my tallness and big feet!

But brisk *clap, clap* enough depressing crap!

I was reminded today of blessings and I thought I'd share my story.

A couple of weeks ago, I went to a used book store in my area. I LOVE reading, but I really don't like book stores all that much. It's too overwhelming and I don't know where to begin. PLUS, I HATE spending money on new books. I LOVE the smell of new books, but you know something? The story is the same whether you read it in a new book or used book.

Anyway, I was in the store and this very cute old lady (when I say old, I mean she's probably in her 70's) was running the store. We were discussing the book I was looking for and she was asking how I found her store. Then we got in a a discussion about how nobody reads the newspaper anymore and how sad it was.

While I was purchasing my lovely, lovely books, she pointed to a dish on the counter that had decorative colored stones in it. (the shiny colored glass stones that you use in vases and such) She told me to take one, they were free. I first I didn't understand but she explained to me that they were blessing stones. You are suppose to keep it in your pocket and whenever you reach in the pocket and touch it, it will remind you of how blessed you are. How sweet was THAT?

I had forgotten about the blessing stone until sorting the laundry today and the blessing stone fell out of my pocket. I remembered the story and I sat on the floor of the bathroom and remembered my blessings. Trust me, I have plenty.

It's easy to forget how blessed we are when things don't seem to be going our way. I have relatively good health, I have wonderful children and I have a really sexy husband!

After thinking of all my blessing, I came online to check email and such. When I turned on the computer, I saw my desktop picture. I had forgotten that I had changed it the other day, so I was surprised, at first, to see a new picture.

This picture was taken on Saturday. My son and I went to a walking path that we hadn't been to before. It was just the two of us and we had the binoculars and water and we set off to see what we could see. We He climbed rocks and we looked at birds and it was just a really nice day.

We also saw THIS:



No joke, I took that picture!

If that's not the universe/God reminding me that I am blessed and loved....well I don't know what is!

So, go get yourself a pocket blessing. Find a rock or a stone or a penny or a lucky rabbits foot. Put it in your pocket and then....every time you stick your hand in your pocket, remember how blessed you are!

I know I do!

*shoe update*
Believe it or not, the wildchild just came in with a magical pair of shoes! They have a very short heel and are silver and sparkly. They are the perfect shoes. AND, they match my dress! I just tried them on and lo and behold they fit! Where did the magical shoes come from, you ask? Apparently last night she saw them on her friends floor in her bedroom, asked if I could borrow them and WA-LA! Magical shoes!

See, I really am blessed!

A hard week

Warning...this post is depressing. If looking for happy, cheerful stuff, please, take a look at my links. I'm sure there is something there to make you smile.

This has been a hard week for me. Hard weeks = not in a blogging mood.

I don't really have much to write on this blog. There hasn't been spanking and although Bossman and I have made up from our previous spat, we still aren't all that connected. It's hard to get connected when you just don't have any time alone. It seems that when the time alone comes, we have other things to do.

So, in other depressing developments, Poor D had to put her dog to sleep. Now I ask you all, how fair is that? The dog was old and frail, as a matter of fact, the dog was 17, but still....this was D's baby. When D called with the news, she couldn't stop sobbing. This dog was her child.

After the week I've been having, it's just been too much to bear. I've become afraid to answer the phone when I see D's number. It just seems like the news is always, always bad!

It's exhausting! See, when I talk to D, I try always to be positive. But I found myself lacking words. I've run out of comforting things to say.

Sometimes life just isn't fair.

In other news, Friday night Bossman and I have to attend a fancy-shmancy Christmas dinner for Bossmans work. This thing is held at the fancy-shmancy country club and there are lots of very rich people there. I don't look forward to going. Not only is it boring, but sheez, I have nothing in common with these people. They talk about their trips to far off lands, they talk about their cabins by the lakes and their new boats. They all look fancy...hair all quaffed and nails all polished and spiffy looking and I...well I always feel like the red-neck hillybilly!

I have nothing to talk about, except kids or "Ellen". I could say I blog about spanking...that might turn a few heads! But, I do want Bossman to keep his job, so that's probably not a good idea!

I did get a sparkly dress. I spent the entire day looking for shoes. What the HELL is wrong with shoes stores? Why must every single shoe have 5 inch heels? I'm 5'10 people, if I wear high heels I look like gigantor! I could just get some leather and you can call me Zena Warrior Princess!

~sigh~ I gave up the search for shoes. I'm going barefoot. Think they will let me into the country club? Probably not...Oh well they probably all think I'm one of the Beverly Hillbillys anyway!

Ok, enough of this depressing crap...just reading this is making me sick....

Next post....The country club dinner and how I embarrassed myself. (Cuz I just KNOW something will happen...)

Update to the update....

D is doing fine. Apparently it wasn't as bad as they thought it was going to be and she was able to come home today.

Thank you all for your continued support.

I believe that every good thought, whether you know her or not, is helpful!

I know it helps me!

Update

I just wanted to ask you all to please keep D in your thoughts and prayers today.

Apparently, they have now found a blockage in her heart. She is going in for angiogram tomorrow, which, now that I think about it, most of you are probably reading this tomorrow, so in that case, she's having it today!

This is horrible news. Things seem to be going from bad to worse. She has to discontinue the chemo, which isn't good for the cancer, so she can treat her heart.

I would like to remind you (or tell the new people) that D is only 35.

That's all I have for today. But I would still like your opinions on the last post, so please, if you haven't read it yet, scroll down and read it and leave your opinion.

Inquiring minds want to know!

the problem with being born submissive

I would like to give a shout out to Lizzybee and Andrades! I love that new readers are stopping by. Thanks for reading my humble little blog. I don't have any answers but I do like to give my opinion. Stop by anytime and although I'm terrible at answering comments, I do read them....I DO!

So, to the problem with being born submissive.

If you missed the post about being born submissive, you can find it here.

After reading all the comments on that post, I realized I am not alone in this thinking. I realized what the biggest problem is.

Most of us...at a very young age...are taught that being submissive is bad. It's not politically correct. It makes us weak.

So, instead of embracing the fact that we are submissive, we are made to feel like we are weird. Not normal. Other women look down their noses and wonder how we could possibly LIKE letting a MAN lead us.

Somehow, being submissive makes us stupid. Suddenly we can't make decisions. We can't think for ourselves.

I don't know about you, but I have some pretty strong opinions and I'm not afraid to express them. I also know how to make decisions, without consulting a man. Sure, it's nice to have a man to consult with, but if push came to shove, I could take care of myself.

It's funny, Bossman and I were discussing how life was when we were 18/19 years old. Those were the years we were just dating. As we were taking a jaunt down memory lane I realized how different I am. Back then, I was VERY independent. I knew what I wanted and I did what I wanted. My mamma taught me to be self-sufficient. Bossman, on the other hand, didn't really have a clue. I don't say that to be mean, but he was brought up in a very strict house. He didn't really know what the real world was like. He wasn't very independent. He did exactly what his parents told him to do and didn't think outside the box.

As we've grown and changed in last 20 years, things are reversed. I still have my independent streak, but I prefer to let him handle things. He is much more independent, taking on the world and all it has to offer.

I don't mind the change. I am happier for it. I always knew that I wanted a big strong man to take care of me. My man had to be taller than me (I'm 5'10), he had to want to do things like open doors and such for me. I always wanted to be the helpless female. That role in life appealed to me in a way I just can't explain.

I still have my independent side. I am the helpless female with Bossman and Bossman alone. Don't try and tell me women are stupid. Don't tell me women can't drive or can't do this or that. Women can do anything they set their minds to. Don't tell me women don't deserve to earn as much money as a man and don't you dare try and tell me that men are superior to women.

But there is something to be said for having a man to take care of you!

Oh, and one thing that a man could never do....have babies! I dare any man to try that! (and NO, the she/man that had the baby doesn't count!)

What are your thoughts? Am I crazy, or does this make sense?