ouch!

My son, the not-so-little man, went to his first dance on Friday evening.  He was so excited when he got home.  He says he danced and had a great time.  He slow-danced with an 8th grade girl.  (He's in 7th)  Way to go, Son!

Since my son was away, it seemed the perfect time to get that pesky little spanking out of the way.  Only there was one small problem.

My daughter walked in the door about an hour before the festivities were to begin.  ~sigh~

Seems she was asked to do a split shift, so she was home for 4 hours.  Crap!

My heart sank.  I thought I was going to have to wait longer to get this spanking over with.  Luckily, she had to go back an hour before the dance was over!

YAY!  Or maybe boo.  No...definitely Yay!  With a dash of boo.

So, the spanking was on.  And on it was. 

Bossman chose to use a wooden spoon, a backscratcher and a bath brush.  In that order.

He started out fairly soft but as the spanking went on, the softness faded to sharp stinging.  By the time he started on the bathbrush, I was sure I wasn't going to make it.  It really hurt!  I did the usual amount of complaining and wiggling and such, but it didn't help.  The man had a tight grip on me and he wasn't going to let me get out of this.

I was never so glad when it was over. 

Funny thing is, after it was over, I didn't think it was so bad.  I was telling myself how crazy I was to be dreading it.  I really thought, "I've had worse."  Of course, I certainly didn't tell HIM that.  I'm not THAT stupid.

Turns out, it was a pretty bad spanking.  Not so much that night, but the next day it was so itchy and sore.  A look in the mirror told me that there was some bruises.  Honestly, I didn't think there would be.

Anyway, everything is good now.  The car will get fixed soon and life will move on. 

You can bet that I will double and triple check my mirrors before backing up my car from now on!


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funny facebook conversation....

Let's just get this out of the way first.  YES, there was a spanking.  I don't have time to write about it, but I promise I'll get to it soon.

Halloween was fun.  I posted some pictures of my daughter on facebook in her costume and I got funny comments.  She was dressed as a dead lion tamer and part of her costume was a whip.

These were the comments I got.

Friend 1:  Scary is right! Love the whip. (spanko)

Me:  you would... ;)

Friends 2: She looks like a character from a Tim Burton film.  Speaking of whips... where did she find it? Surely, not in one of your cabinets!!!  (spanko)

Me: I thought she borrowed it from YOU....LOL

My daughter: Gross.

Friend 3:  Great pictures. You weird people. Pumpkins were really good, especially when lit. :-)  (Non-spanko)

I guess we know where my daughter stands on the whole spanking issue.....or maybe she just thinks it's gross because it's her MOTHER talking....LOL  I really love the part where my vanilla friend called us weird! 

Either way....it was my favorite conversation this weekend! 
Now I need to get start writing about my spanking!

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Happy Halloween Friday fill in

Tonight is the first dance of the year, at the little mans school. 

Um.....

Are you serious?  He's old enough to go to dances?  And wait a minute....doesn't the wildchild turn 20 in a few weeks?

~sigh~  I think I'm getting OLD!

Anyway, since the dance is tonight, I have a strong feeling I'll be doing some dancing of my own.  I'm sure I'll be doing the spanking dance and honestly....I'm not looking forward to it.

I'm not usually in the situation of anticipation.  Usually it just happens.  We don't have the freedom to just spank whenever it's needed....so it's just happens when it happens.  And usually it doesn't happen at all.  BUT, this time he's determined and he's been reminding me every day. 

I guess what I'm saying is....I'm not a big fan of anticipation.

Oh well.....let's get on to the Friday fill-ins....the Halloween addition.

1. While the cat's away the mouse will always eat the cheesecake.

2. I think my sons Halloween costume is fabuloso!

3. Children are always around when I need a good spanking.

4. I immediately take off my shoes when I get home from work or shopping or what have you.

5. This may seem odd, but am not in the mood for a spanking.

6. I'm going to hide the backscratcher and that seems like a fine idea to me!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to getting the spanking over with, tomorrow my plans include carving pumpkins and going to dinner at a friends house and Sunday, I want to trick or treat with my son!

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make-up sex

I know all you detail whores (and you know who you are) are dying to know what happend on Monday.

It was hot.

It was sexy.

It was....

So, I'm minding my own business, washing dishes.  Bossman comes up and starts kissing me.  It was a very hot kiss.  I melted into him and just kissed long and hard. 

Of course that lasted about 5 seconds before a kid walked in.  And you know how kids are....all grossed out when the parental units are kissing.  Someday, they will get it.  LOL

After I finished the dishes, I went into the living room to watch some football. (What do you mean you don't watch football on Monday nights???)  I went to sit on the opposite side of the sofa from Bossman, but he beckened me over to his side.  Since we had such a crappy weekend, we felt like we needed to be close to each other.

So, I went over and sat by him and I ended up laying on the couch with my head in his lap.  He asked if I had taken a shower that day and no...I hadn't yet taken a shower.

At half time, he pulled me off the sofa and led me to the bedroom.  He said we were going to take a shower together.  Although the kids are grossed out by the shower thing, they are used to us doing that....so it was no big deal.

Once we got into the bathroom though....things changed.

Suddenly, Bossman was in complete control.  He made me stand in the dark bathroom while he went and got some stuff out of the bedroom.  He came back with a blindfold and our wrist cuffs.

After unclothing me and cuffing my wrists behind my back and blindfolding me, he whispered in my ear that I was to obey him.  I was not to talk or try to do anything that he didn't want me doing.

Needless to say, the shower was amazing.  He was in control of everything, just the way I like it to be. 

It was a nice way to reconnect. 

For those of you interested.....there is still talk of a spanking.  Bossman is taking great delight in reminding me that it will happen.  He wants me to know that although it was an accident, I should have been more careful.  He says he can't wait for the opportunity to reveal itself. 

I, on the other hand, am thinking this isn't going to be a good one....if you know what I mean.


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guilty as charged

Sometimes I can be so stupid!

Bossman has a nice car.  It's a sports car and it stands out.  People take notice.  People comment and point at his car wherever he goes. 

I dented it.

It all happened Saturday.  We were headed out the door to a funeral.  Bossman was taking his car because he had to be there to run the sound system and I had to take the little man to a friends house.  We headed out at the same time but Bossman couldn't find his garage door opener.  He had pulled his car out onto the driveway and was looking for the opener. 

I thought he had left. 

I backed out of the garage.  And smacked right into his car.

I didn't look out of the mirror.  Well, I take that back, I didn't look out of ALL the mirrors.  The driveway is at an angle and the way his car was parked, I couldn't see it out the rearview mirror.  Had I looked out of the side mirror, I would have seen him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! 

This car is Bossman's pride and joy.  He loves this car....sometimes I think he loves it more than me!  (Not really)  So needless to say, he was quite unhappy with me. 

Let's just say, unhappy is an understatement.  He was out and out PISSED!

Now, I don't blame him for being mad.  I was pretty mad at myself and I was helpless to fix it.  I hate that!  All I really wanted to do was go back in time and make sure I looked out of my mirrors.    GAH!

Anway, he zoomed off to the funeral and I took the little man to his friends.  When I got to the funeral, I knew I wasn't going to be sitting with him because he was working the sound system.  So, I sat through the service by myself.  Not only was I sad that my friend passed away, I was pretty sad that I had ruined Bossmans car and I KNEW he wasn't going to talk to me.  I knew he was going to be really mad.  And I KNEW there was nothing I could do to fix it.

After the funeral, I cornered Bossman in one of the classrooms and I tried to apologize.  He wasn't ready to hear it.  He said he knew it was an accident, but he didn't want to talk about it.  I was in tears, but there was nothing I could do except let him go on his way.

Needless to say, Saturday night was tense in our house.  We stayed in opposites sides of the house.  Sunday, wasn't much better....but by the evening we were at least hanging out in the same rooms.

All I really wanted was for him to forgive me.  I knew it would happen, but the waiting was horrible.  I was so sad and angry at myself, I didn't really know what to do.

Monday Bossman came home for lunch.  I offered to fix him something and he cornered me in the pantry and gave me a hug.  I think it's the best hug I ever got.  I got a little teary.  He said he forgave me.  I told him how sorry I was. 

Things were still a little awkward.  I didn't know how I should act or be. 

Monday night, I was doing the dishes and he came over and kissed me.  It was raw and passionate and it was....

Well, it was the beginning of make-up sex.

And if you want to know about it...you'll have to wait until tomorrow.  I've got laundry to do!

In case you were wondering, spanking was mentioned and I'm pretty sure the next time we are completely alone, I'll be getting my bottom dented.....just like I did to his car! :(


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Friday Love

Thank you all for stopping by yesterday!  I'm so humbled by the thought you all are out there reading this and think of me when doing laundry...LOL 

I'm always surprised when someone leaves a comment.  You would think after all the years I've been blogging I'd be used to it.  But no.  I'm always surprised that you guys want to read this stuff. 

So again I say, Thank you! 

There is no spanking happening around here.  You know, the whole "lets have a period whenever my uterus feels like it" is getting old and making me crabby!  That's right, I said it, I'm crabby. 

I'm finding myself very sensitive about certain subjects and I keep having to apologize to Bossman for snapping at him.  The latest subject.....

I'm very concerned that my children, (mostly the little man) will only remember me as the mom who was sick.  The mom that can't do stuff because she's tired, or sick, or it might hurt her neck. (remember, my neck is a mess and I can't do as much stuff as I used to...you know, like roller coasters and stuff) 

The other night my son said he wished I could do fun things like I used to.  ~sigh~

So, the other night Bossman suggested that I try to do fun things with the little man.  I got upset and snapped and, needless to say, it wasn't pretty.  I know he wasn't saying it meanly, but I just lost it.  I don't like feeling like I'm failing my kids.  I certainly don't want to be known as the sickly mom who can't do anything. 

Anyway, that's what's happening around here.  Don't worry, I've apologized to Bossman and we've moved on, but it's still on my mind and it's still bothering me.  Whatever!

Time for Friday spanko fill-ins.  At least I try to make them spanking related.  I figure I've got to fake it til I make it.  If I pretend to be in a sexual, spanking mood....maybe it will happen...right???  Bold is my answer and if I've added anything to the fill in...that's in italic.

1. One of my strongest beliefs is God.  And a good spanking can solve most problems.


2. Somtimes I can make small problems huge!

3. The sky is cloudy with a threat of rain and wind and cold, so I start a fire and make hot chocolate.

4. Bossman spanking me  is comforting to me.

5. I always thought I'd be a teacher.

6. First we had dinner  and then I went outside to look at the full moon.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to dinner at the beach, tomorrow my plans include a funeral (not fun) and Sunday, I want to get my toilet fixed! maybe this week?

Well, there you have it.  I hope you all have a great weekend!

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Love our Lurkers

Welcome!

As you've noticed, this is not your typical spanking blog.  I've not had as much spanking as I would like.  I've been kind of busy with breast cancer.

BUT, things are getting better.  Life does move on.  I'm one of the lucky ones. 

So, thanks for stopping by.  Thanks for reading, even on the boring days!

Please....leave a comment if you can.  I'd love to know that you are out there reading, even if you leave me a fake name.

This year has been really hard.  I've so grateful for the love and support of this blogging community. 

So, again I say....

Thanks for stopping by!


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Fake it til you make it

Still coughing!  (Yes, C, I should see the doc, but we all have the cough and since it's slowly going away, I'll wait a few more days before I go.  I've been going to the doc so much, I really hate to go unless I NEED too!)

The back is feeling better.  Still a little sore, but nothing major.  Unfortunately, I can lift the laundry basket again!

Ever since I've been on this bc med, tamoxifen, my periods have been weird.  (Ok boys, this is where I get into TMI and talk about periods.  If this squicks you out, jump to the next paragraph!)  See, I've been a spotter.  My periods have been super regular, but I spot and bleed a lot throughout the month.  I've been doing that since my son was born 12 years ago and I've been to many docs, but nothing is wrong, so I just live with it.  I thought tamoxifen was actually going to have a good side effect.  I went a whole month without spotting.  OH the JOY!  What a great month.  But then, I didn't get my period.  So I thought I was preggers.  Which...OMG!  Shoot me now, if I'm pregnant.  But, I just started my period a week late.  That was 2 weeks ago.  Now, now I'm having another period.  GAH! 

Turns out, this is all normal with the meds, so nothing to worry about.  Plus, in August I had a pelvic ultrasound and everything looks good in there!  (I know you were all dying to know that about me...LOL)

In other news....my daughter may be moving out. 

MOVING OUT????

Apparently, she has a friend that needs a roomate and she is thinking of moving in with her.  Um, when did she become old enough to move out on her own?  Furthermore, when did I become old enough to have a daughter old enough to move out?

This could all happen as early as next month.  I'm happy for her, but seriously....how weird is it going to be without her?

I'm trying really hard to be supportive.  Trying not to be negative.  Hopefully, if I keep this up, I'll actually BE supportive instead of just trying.

On the plus side, she won't be around as much, so there could be more spanking opportunities.  Right now, that's about the only plus I can think of. 

Life is still moving forward.  Even after everything that's happened this last year. 

Imagine that!

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Friday fill-ins and the bad back

The cold is slowly going away, but I still have a nagging cough which I thought I'd share with Bossman.  You know me, I'm the sharing type!

Let me be honest.  This coughing is driving me bananas!  If my bladder isn't completely empty, I end up with a little squirt in my panties.  (Was that TMI????)  Stupid coughing.

So, the other night, I got up to use the potty.  It was around midnight and Bossman wasn't in bed yet.  I used the potty and stood up.  I started to walk to the sink, cuz, you know, I gotta wash my hands, when I had a major coughing fit.  I coughed really hard when suddenly.......

OMG!

The worst back pain I've ever had shot through my body. 

It felt like lightening had struck my lower back.  I thought I was going to fall down, but I managed to grab the sink counter.  But there was a problem.

I couldn't MOVE!  Oh my goodness, the pain was incredible and I couldn't MOVE.  All I could do was stand there. 

I tried calling for Bossman but there were a couple of things against me.  One was, the door was closed and our house is big.  The second thing was, the little mans room is between my room and the living room where Bossman was.  The third thing was, the bathroom window was open and I didn't want to alarm the neighbors.

So, there I was, trapped in my own bathroom by my own back.  I knew I needed a life alert bracelet.  It was a "I've fallen and can't get up" moment!

I couldn't even take my hands off the counter.  BUT, I finally managed to push the door open.  I was standing right next to it, so I just had to take my hands off the counter.  Once I got the door open, I gave a loud shout to
Bossman and I prayed that he would hear me.  He did!  Finally.  It must have been 5 minutes before I was able to get his attention.  He says he barely heard me and thought it was coming from outside but decided to investigate.  Thank goodness he did.

Once he found me, it was quite a trick getting me to the bed.  After trying a chair, (sitting...not an option) and trying various other ways, it was determined that the only way I was making it to the bed was to crawl.

~sigh~  That's right....I said CRAWL!  As in, on my hands and knees. 

After that humiliating trip across the floor, I managed to get myself halfway on the bed.  With my legs dangling off, Bossman was able to get the rest of me on the bed.  After a few flips, (him, flipping me..LOL) I was securely on my side of the bed, face up.  I was glad I had just got to the potty, for getting back to the bedroom was not going to be fun.

Heating pad and massage helped, then we just went to sleep.  When I woke around 6am, I was able to move better and get myself out of bed.  Today it's still sore, but I'm able to move and walk. 

Everytime I cough now, I get worried.  I have to brace myself and try not to cough to hard.

Seriously?  Am I suppose to be this frail at the age of 42???  GAH!

Well, let's move on the Friday fill-ins....On Saturday!

1. Wow, it's already Saturday.

2. Spanked behinds are beautiful.

3. My favorite way to start a day is cuddling with Bossman before a spanking and after.

4. I would be very surprised if he came home and he walked in the door holding a pumpkin.

5. I look out my window and see tall pine trees in my back yard.

6. Spanking is what I've been thinking about lately. And bad back or not....I want one!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to making cookies with the little man, tomorrow my plans include watching the nascar race with Bossman and Sunday, I want to make sure Bossman fixes my toilet!


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coughing and hacking and sneezing....oh my!

Well, I can see my Friday fill-ins were a complete hit!  (she says with her tongue in cheek) 

Thank you Jean!  For your comment and for always being there!  You always make me smile!

So, I think...and I'm not sure, but I THINK I got a virus from PK.  I've heard of computer viruses, but this is terrible.  I went to her site, read about her cold and NOW, now I've been coughing and hacking for 3 days.  I'm sure I got it from her.  Although it's not fun...I have enjoyed laying around watching cheesy television and eating chicken soup!

Bad news on the spanking front.  BUT, good news on the daughter front. 

The wild child got a promotion at work.  This is great news and I'm really happy about it.  The bad news?  Her schedule has changed, so now she's home during the day....which means, our spanking time has disappeared!  Just this very morning Bossman said my butt needed spanked!  But with the wildchild in the other room..... ~sigh~

Well, I'll let you know when this coughing thing lets up!  Hope your week is fantastic!

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The return of Friday fill-ins

I don't know if you noticed, but I seem to be posting a lot more these days.  I love posting, but I sometimes have a hard time figuring out what to post.  My life seems incredibly boring right now....but I'm not complaining, I could do with a little boredom!

My motto for life right now is simple.  Live, laugh, love.  Life is too precious to waste. 

So, lets laugh today. I don't know if my fill-ins are funny, but they make me smile because they are fun to do.  In honor of spanking, I'm going to try and make mine spanking related.

If you don't know what a friday fill in is, it's simple.  They are random sentences with blanks and we get to fill them in. 

My answers will be in bold, if you would like to play along, let me know and I'll link your blog or you can do them right in my comments!

So, let's get going already!


1. My favorite month is October.  It used to be June, but June was bad this year, so I'm going with October because October is right now and I'm happy to be here.


2. When panties are pulled down for a spanking, you can feel a fresh breeze.

3. I love to sniff my fabric softener.

4. A spanking before sex is what I like to have as a treat for breakfast. (Or english muffin with strawberry jam.)

5. The hobby I enjoy most is spanking.  (What did you think I was going to say?  Reading??)

6. Paddles and spoons and backscrathers, oh my!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to hanging with my boys, tomorrow my plans include church and model railroad expo and Sunday, I want to watch football!
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pink stuff

I KNOW, I know, I said I wasn't going to mention BC month.  I can't help it.  This is really annoying me.

Do you know how many pink things there are out there for us to buy?  All under the guise that the money is going to breast cancer research.

Holy pink crap Batman....there is a lot of stuff out there.

Let me give you some examples.

I saw an ad for a breast cancer doll.  She's wearing a cute pink dress with a pink bc ribbon on it.  I also saw and I kid you NOT....pink baby leg warmers.  For real babies.  With pink ribbons on it.......

Also, in the grocery store....pink ribbon razors, pink ribbon soup and in the bakery isle?  Cookies with pink ribbon sprinkles on them.

Not to mention the pink ribbon candles for your mantle.

There are shoes, journels, hats and pins.  Picture frames, lunch coolers and baby booties.  Purses, slippers, flip-flops and ear rings!  I even saw pink ribbon candy.

The list is endless people.  I think people put pink ribbons on stuff, just to sell it.  I'm wondering how much money ACTUALLY gets to the breast cancer research. 

I admit, I have some pink stuff.  I have a hat that was D's.  It's pink and it has a pink ribbon on it.  It's sparkley and it was one of D's favorites.  My mom bought me a diamond pink ribbon pendent for me to wear while going through radiation treatment.  AND, I have a rubber pink bracelet that says "save the ta-tas", that my neice gave me and I wear it every day.

Don't get me wrong, I love pink.  I think you've seen my template here have pink on it a lot.  Pink was the color of my wedding.  I just wonder if we've taken the whole pink ribbon thing too far?  How much of the money is actually going to breast cancer research and how much of this stuff has a pink ribbon on it so you will THINK you are contributing?

So, let's just say.... I'm so grateful that there is research being done and there is so much awareness out there.  If not, I might not be here right now.  I guess I shouldn't complain.  Really, I should do my part and buy more stuff with pink ribbons...right?

I think I'll start with this pink vibrator!

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October?

Would somebody please tell me what happened to September?  How is it that October is already here?

Well, yesterday Bossman and I were getting a little naughty in bed before starting our day.  After the fun, I was laying on the bed with my butt sticking out.  Bossman took a look and noticed that he left a little bruise from the day before.

The man was proud. 

Actually, I was proud of him. 

I am hoping there is more of this action in my future. 



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a quick spanking

There was a 30 minute window between the time the baby was picked up and the time we had to pick up the little man from school.  I didn't have much hope that a spanking would occur as He was in the middle of a video game.  Come to think of it, this was one time when I wasn't even hoping or thinking about a spanking.

As I settle in to a game of Bejeweled, on Facebook, Bossman appears next to the computer.  He watches the game and since the games are only one minute, he doesn't have to wait long until the game is over.  He takes my hand and says "Come with me for a minute."

For a moment, I'm confused.  Did he want to show me his score on his game?  Did he want me to see the new part on the race car he's working on?  Why was he bugging me now?

All those thoughts collided with each other as I stood up from my chair.  When I looked up to his face, the reason he wanted to see me was clear.  Spanking time!

He said it was high time for a spanking.  Although I gave the appropriate response of no, no, no, and I don't want too......he led me to the bedroom.

He grabbed the LV (Las Vegas) backscratcher and sat down on the edge of the bed.  He pulled me between his legs and unbuttoned my jeans.  He pushed my jeans and panties down to my knees and then pulled me over his knee.

He started off with soft taps on my bottom.  They got stingyer and stingyer as he continued.  (Is stingyer a word?)  It's been a while since my bottom has had a visit from the LV, so it hurt even as they weren't that hard.  After a bit, he threw in some hard ones, mixed with the softer ones, and I never quite knew when they would land or how hard they would land.

Before I knew it....and WAY too soon, he stopped.  He pulled me up between his legs, pulled my pants up and handed me the LV.  I put the LV back where it belongs (not in the trash where it should be) and when to my side of the bed and laid down with my head on his chest.  I rubbed my hands on his chest and listened to his heart beat and I thought.....This is good!

We laid that way without speaking until it was time to pick up the little man. 

It's the little moments in life that make the biggest difference.  Enjoy your little moments this weekend!

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BC awareness month

I know, you are probably all sick of hearing it.  Frankly I'm sick of talking about it.

BUT......Since today marks the start of breast cancer awareness month, I would be remiss if I didn't mention it.

I'm only going to mention it once.  Unless I think of something else I need to say about it....in which case, I'll be mentioning it some more.

I'm not sure why breast cancer gets a month.  Other cancers don't get a month....at least I don't think they do.  I'm not sure that's fair.  Cancer is a bad thing, no matter what kind you have!  Why do we single out breast cancer?  Shouldn't it just be Cancer awareness month, instead of breast cancer awareness month? 

I rememeber when I told D about my cancer.  She cried along with me and then she said, "I know this sounds bad, but I WISH I had breast cancer."  She said that because breast cancer gets the most attention.  It gets the most funding.  There is a much better chance of recovery!  And we all know what happened to D.

So, here's the deal.  If you are a woman, do a self-exam.  Don't be afraid to feel yourself up.  Get to know your girls.  That way, when you do feel something wierd, you will know!  Also, don't feel afraid to mention it to your doctor.  Don't procrastinate.  Chances are it's nothing.  Most of the time it is, but if it isn't, you have a better chance of survival if you take care of it early.

Second, I don't care what the hell Obama says, if you are over 40, get a mammo!  Get one every year.  I had one in April of '09 and in December of '09 found my lump.  AND guess what?  I could only feel one lump and when I went for the mammo, it only showed one lump but, the ultasound showed 2.  So...see how fast they can grow?  Skipping a year on your mammo is NOT a good idea.

If you are a man....remind your woman!  Remind all the women in your life.  I know it's scary to think about, trust me, I KNOW, but isn't it better to face it now and get treated than to find it when it's too late?

So, I've done my duty.  I've given my thoughts on BC and I have reminded you all.  What you do from here is your business!

As for me, I'm done with the BC stuff.  I'm ready to move on to spanking stuff!

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The tush dance and sick kids and such...

Last week the little man came home sick.  He was sick all week.  Fever, cough and runny nose.  By Thursday I took him to the doctor.  They said it was probably a sinus infection.  All I know is that boy was really sick.  One sure way to know if your 12 year old son is sick.....see how long he lasts at video games.  When he turns down playing video games...you know he's a sick boy.

I finally sent him back to school on Monday.  Now, I don't know if I've mentioned it here, but I've started babysitting a little girl.  She's 18 months old and just precious.  Her mom works as a PE teacher for an elementary school.  Last week, the mom found someone else to watch the little angel so we wouldn't get her sick.  I thought I'd watch her again Monday.  Monday I got the call that now she's sick.  I doubt that my son made her sick, but who knows!  Luckily, nobody else in this house got sick.

I don't know how many of you watch "Dancing with the Stars" but I thought I'd share my favorite dance from last night.  If you don't want to watch the fluff in the front....fast forward to 1:52.  That is when the dance starts and I promise all you spankos will love it!

Enjoy....


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that spanking feeling

Let's talk about spanking. 

I like it!

I like reading about, thinking about it and I like having my husband spank me.  Ok, wait.  I don't actually like the spanking part.  I DO like the "before" the spanking part and I like the "after" spanking part.  The actually spanking? 

It actually hurts.

The hurt is worth it. 

Before the spanking there is always this weird naughty feeling.  Part of that feeling is me, feeling like a kinky girl.  Feeling like I'm doing something I shouldn't be doing.  Then there's the embarrassed, confused, why-in-the-world am I letting this man spank me, feeling.  There is also the naughty little girl that just needs someone to take care of her, feeling.

All that and the spanking hasn't even started yet.

Once I'm over his knee, well, the feelings change.  I tend to feel it all in the buttockal region.  (Yes, I said, bottockal)

How does that feel?  Well, it hurts. 

I've noticed though, that mood plays into how much it actually hurts.  That and implement.  If I'm in a spanking mood, sometimes it doesn't seem to hurt as much.  Maybe that depends on the time of month.  Sometimes it hurts and it doesn't seem like it's that hard, but it still hurts.  Sometimes I play mind games with myself and see how long I can go before I make a sound.  (that usually lasts about 2 swats in) 

Mostly I wonder why I'm crazy enough to let Bossman spank me.

After the spanking the feelings are different.  If the spanking has been particularly hard to take, I tend to be more subdued.  If the spanking wasn't too bad, I just feel childlike.  But also turned on.  We usually don't have sex after a spanking, but if we do....wowza!  It's usually mind blowing.  After the spanking is completely done and my pants are back up, I feel really submissive.  I also feel like I need to be around Bossman, sitting closer to him, holding his hand, or something like that.  I really feel closer to him.  It's a lovely submissive glow that follows me most of the day.

So, there you have it.  I like spanking.  I like the feelings that it brings up.  I like the close feeling I have with my husband.

Now, if I could just figure out how to bottle all this up and sell it.  I'd be RICH!


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Survivor guilt

After thinking a lot about yesterdays post, I think I realized the problem.

I have a bad case of survivor guilt.

I am one of the lucky ones.  I didn't have to lose my hair.  My side effects have been minimal!  Other than having pain from my bad neck, the radiation was a breezy.  My skin just turned reddish tan.  My doctors were very surprised.

So, I feel bad even telling people that I had cancer.  Because they look at me and they see a healthy woman.  (Thank God!)

Plus, I feel like I shouldn't complain.  After everything my sister-in-law went through, mine was nothing.   I truly feel blessed that I didn't have to go through all the stuff she went through.  But I also feel a little guilty that things weren't worse.  I KNOW!  It is stupid to feel that way.  But a small part of me feels the guilt.

Anyway, losing her was hard.  It was a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I still think of her everyday.  Last week we recieved a package from her husband.  It was her final wish that we have her personal photos and costume jewelery.  Looking through all that stuff reminded me that I am completely lucky.  It also reminded me that I miss her like crazy.  Also, it just doesn't seem fair that she's gone.  I still can't believe that she was here and now she's not.  All that is left is some photos and stuff.  She's gone.  And that is sad.

But, life moves on.  It always does. 

So let's move on with it.....

I've been thinking a lot about spanking and..... (Too bad I have to take the little man to the doctor.  Guess I'll have to discuss this topic later.)

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poster girl....I am NOT!

If you are not living under a rock, you know that breast cancer awareness month is October. Last year, it came and went without much fanfair. Now, maybe it's just me, or does it seem like everything is about BC? Does it seem like, just like Christmas, they start putting out the pink ribbons WAY before the time?

For some reason, I feel obligated to buy all the stuff with pink ribbons.

Here's the real deal.

I am not a hero! I didn't do anything heroic. I did what each and every one of you would have done. I went to the doctor. I got treatment. Just because it was cancer, doesn't make it heroic. I went and had a pap the other day.....NOT heroic...at all!

Every time someone asks about it I tell them it's no big deal.

And it really wasn't.

I had the lumps removed. I had seven weeks of radiation and now I'm done. I'm good.

I'm not heroic. I'm just damned lucky!

I'd really like to move ahead in my life. I'd like to close the BC chapter and move on.

But, the pink ribbons are everywhere! A constant reminder. And, yes....I have one of these on the back of my car.

And truth be told..... I'm really proud of that one!

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stuff

We just got back from Vegas and it was great. We gambled to much money, but we stayed in the best hotel. It was cheap but very nice and comfortable....just the way we like it. We decided to stay on Fremont street instead of the Vegas strip and I gotta say, it was worth it. The price was right, 39 bucks a night, the bed was super comfy and the room was nice. We will probably stay there next time.

The last night we were there, we bought souvenirs for the kiddos. All you parents know that you can't come home without presents! We bought the kids standard stuff, shirts and dice and crap like that. Bossman, however, bought himself a souvenir. Actually, I'm not sure if it is for him or for me.

He bought a backscratcher.

~sigh~

Any of you that have read here for any length of time will know that I despise backscratchers. They HURT!

I'm just going to pretend that he didn't buy it. Maybe if I hide it, he'll forget that he bought it....

Anyway, our trip was great. We made up for our lack of sex. Um boy, yes we did! It was splendid to come back to the room and have sex. Just like that. No worries of someone busting in on us! Somebody should have told me how much fun it is to be a grown-up without kids.

Yes, for all you detail whores, and you know who you are.... There was also spanking. Someone, and I'm not mentioning names, put a wooden hairbrush in their suitcase.

All right.....it was me!

Not sure why I did that, because the last time I had a hairbuttbrushing it was hard and intense. But it was good when it was over.

I've been thinking that spanking is a lot like having a baby. It hurts like hell when it's happening but when it's over it's really really nice. And somehow we forget how much it hurts and do it again.

I've been reading a lot on my kindle. I finally caved and bought 2 spanking books. One was a collection of short stories, mostly husband and wife, really good reads. Since I read them during the ride over to Vegas and any free time, that could explain why we had such great sex...

The other was a collection of letters that people had written about their spanking experiences. Some were husband, wife, some where teens and parents. Some were specific, like birching, or tawes and some were about the difference between sexual spanking and dicipline spanking. It's a very interesting read. I enjoyed reading the different perspectives on the subject.

Tomorrow is 9/11. I'm sure we all remember exactly what we were doing that day. It seems like yesterday. It still so hard to believe.

And yet....time goes on.

Let's enjoy our time, ok?

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