I hate nude spankings. I hate them because they are more humiliating than anything else. Besides, I don't really see the point in getting naked for a spanking. Well, I see his point, but that is quite the opposite of mine, so it doesn't help much.
A few years ago he spanked my wet bum. I remember when I was small my Mom was obsessed with me not staying forever in the bath tub - where I would gather all my ships and action figures and small soldiers. Now, my hubby is obsessed with it. I guess they were - and are - scared that I might faint in there or something. Anyway, I got spanked for long baths as an adult. It might have been also my fault, since I insisted on splashing water on his suit... hehe
He counted first. 1...2....3....4....5... Nothing. His wife had no intention in leaving her nice and warm foamy bath. Then he reached out, scooped the wife out, and spanker her wet bum nice and good. That is not the way a bath should end. He could have dried me with a nice fuzzy towel and carried me to bed. That's the right approach, you see. Instead, he spanked me and asked me to dry myself and go to bed. So sad...
So... I don't like wet spanking, especially when I am naked.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Stupid Forum, Stupid Spanking
So I was brain-washed and tired enough to call his forum 'stupid'.
It started from Jules' (my best friend's) statement that she hadn't had time to read a book for her own pleasure for almost two years. She was enjoying one now. At this remark, Jack thought he'd put his two cents in: "Like me. I haven't read a novel for more than a year..."
"But that's not because you're too busy, hon; it's because you spend all day on your stupid forum," I concluded dutifully.
It wasn't a pissed off remark. It was a statement. But who cares what it was since I got spanked for it? And I laughed my ass off while he hauled me by the hand, turned me around, and went on swatting my bum mercilessly. And all I did was wriggle my bum and laugh my ass off.
"Stupid forum? I show you stupid forum!"
Ha! He showed me a good time, that's all.
Peace!
It started from Jules' (my best friend's) statement that she hadn't had time to read a book for her own pleasure for almost two years. She was enjoying one now. At this remark, Jack thought he'd put his two cents in: "Like me. I haven't read a novel for more than a year..."
"But that's not because you're too busy, hon; it's because you spend all day on your stupid forum," I concluded dutifully.
It wasn't a pissed off remark. It was a statement. But who cares what it was since I got spanked for it? And I laughed my ass off while he hauled me by the hand, turned me around, and went on swatting my bum mercilessly. And all I did was wriggle my bum and laugh my ass off.
"Stupid forum? I show you stupid forum!"
Ha! He showed me a good time, that's all.
Peace!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Domination, Submission, and Hormones
The idea came to me today. I have a friend who's been coming over a lot for the past few days, usually when we return from school. We chat about projects and crap and all the other shit that girls usually talk about, including gossips. This time our Marketing project took us to pills, estrogen, and testosterone.
Some women tend to have more testosterone than estrogen, even though they keep being women. Three of my friends are like this and it seems that I make friends only with these kind of girls. I, for example, just like my friend, had a tendency, as a kid, to prefer cars and play soccer with the boys, climb trees, get into fights, over playing with dolls. We are more assertive, love control, and are still interested in things that men are interested in. Well, except for spending hours in the mirror, shopping for hours, and other similar stuff, of course. Our voice is not high pitched, but a little grave. We don't 'wag' our butt when we walk, generally. We build muscle faster than average girls too. We loved Maths and Physics and Chemistry in school. We wanted to have a job that makes use of a uniform. We like SAS on Discovery Channel, programs with cars, we like the way engines work. Of course, we cannot generalize, but of a party of four or even more, most of these traits repeat themselves in the people I know.
What's the point of this discussion? I am wondering if these hormones play any role in our interests in being dominant or submissive? I might as well be a bottom when it comes to Jack, but with anybody else I tend to be bossy. I wouldn't accept probably any kind of authority and the only one I would accept is the one I approve of. I run things my way and I always did. I normally get along better with guys than with girls, or I end up having girl-friends who are as bossy as I am.
You're asking me if I have an interest in girls or if any of us have an interest in girls? Nope. Sorry. Maybe if I get drunk I could kiss a girl but I can't go further. It's not my kink, really. That's just a matter of preference, in my opinion. It's also a difference between being gay or becoming a transvestite. Anyway... that's all for today.
Aren't you amazed that I posted two days in a row? hehe
Some women tend to have more testosterone than estrogen, even though they keep being women. Three of my friends are like this and it seems that I make friends only with these kind of girls. I, for example, just like my friend, had a tendency, as a kid, to prefer cars and play soccer with the boys, climb trees, get into fights, over playing with dolls. We are more assertive, love control, and are still interested in things that men are interested in. Well, except for spending hours in the mirror, shopping for hours, and other similar stuff, of course. Our voice is not high pitched, but a little grave. We don't 'wag' our butt when we walk, generally. We build muscle faster than average girls too. We loved Maths and Physics and Chemistry in school. We wanted to have a job that makes use of a uniform. We like SAS on Discovery Channel, programs with cars, we like the way engines work. Of course, we cannot generalize, but of a party of four or even more, most of these traits repeat themselves in the people I know.
What's the point of this discussion? I am wondering if these hormones play any role in our interests in being dominant or submissive? I might as well be a bottom when it comes to Jack, but with anybody else I tend to be bossy. I wouldn't accept probably any kind of authority and the only one I would accept is the one I approve of. I run things my way and I always did. I normally get along better with guys than with girls, or I end up having girl-friends who are as bossy as I am.
You're asking me if I have an interest in girls or if any of us have an interest in girls? Nope. Sorry. Maybe if I get drunk I could kiss a girl but I can't go further. It's not my kink, really. That's just a matter of preference, in my opinion. It's also a difference between being gay or becoming a transvestite. Anyway... that's all for today.
Aren't you amazed that I posted two days in a row? hehe
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Spanking Vids are Healthy Choices
Let me thank everyone who took the time to post comments on my site, especially since I've been gone. Guys, even though I don't have time to reply, I do check each and every one of those comments. Ok, not every day like I used to, but in bulks. :) And I enjoy them. So thank you guys! :)
Tigger, Lessa, Spice - love you girls! You should know that! And there is Paul who is always nice and who always passes by. Thanks mate! :) And all those people whose blogs are listed on my site, with special preferancies - obviously, since we are human... Thank you! :) And those ones whom I do not know normally or didn't get the chance to chat with but whose comments are so sweet to read. So, guys, people, dear friends and posters and lurkers, I love you and thank you for your patience.
Today I am back with a fresh account. I will post because my brain is too mixed up from my exam to be able to do other stuff. hehe
I donwloaded things that I needed for school and, since I was at it, I typed in 'spanking'. I got 69 clips zipped. 69 is a lucky number. hehe Mostly caning. So when I woke up, Jack announced me that my download was complete. "Mostly caning," he said watching, "but the girls are pretty." These aren't the best clips - certainly not better than those of PunishedBrats, but they are new vids, you see? We watched together a couple and he was quite excited about them. Then... the procedure: draw the curtains, search for God knows what in the drawers - turned out to be the brush, - a fast shower, and spanking over some matresses we have been carrying around since we needed them last. The matresses, resting against the wall, are as tall as a table, and really nice and soft.
He really spanked. Like a professional. hehe Hand and hairbrush. He stopped to caress my butt with the hairbrush - it's the first time he was doing it. It was... it was like a first spanking for me from many points of view. It felt good because he was also extremely horny at this point. He positioned and re-positioned me, used his smart comments to make me feel more vulnerable. He was damn good! And I know I say this each time - but he really was at his peak this morning.
Then we had sex. Over the edge of the matresses, with my hands on the bed, with my hands on the floor, on the chair, back on the matress, back to the bed... I was swimming in my own juices. I can't believe he made me feel so great on the day of my exam, and at a time when my brain is filled with so much shit that I cannot enjoy life anymore. :) He's good. :)
That's all for now, folks. Holiday starts next Thursday but it's not a real holiday for me. So, anyway, keep in touch. hehe
Tigger, Lessa, Spice - love you girls! You should know that! And there is Paul who is always nice and who always passes by. Thanks mate! :) And all those people whose blogs are listed on my site, with special preferancies - obviously, since we are human... Thank you! :) And those ones whom I do not know normally or didn't get the chance to chat with but whose comments are so sweet to read. So, guys, people, dear friends and posters and lurkers, I love you and thank you for your patience.
Today I am back with a fresh account. I will post because my brain is too mixed up from my exam to be able to do other stuff. hehe
I donwloaded things that I needed for school and, since I was at it, I typed in 'spanking'. I got 69 clips zipped. 69 is a lucky number. hehe Mostly caning. So when I woke up, Jack announced me that my download was complete. "Mostly caning," he said watching, "but the girls are pretty." These aren't the best clips - certainly not better than those of PunishedBrats, but they are new vids, you see? We watched together a couple and he was quite excited about them. Then... the procedure: draw the curtains, search for God knows what in the drawers - turned out to be the brush, - a fast shower, and spanking over some matresses we have been carrying around since we needed them last. The matresses, resting against the wall, are as tall as a table, and really nice and soft.
He really spanked. Like a professional. hehe Hand and hairbrush. He stopped to caress my butt with the hairbrush - it's the first time he was doing it. It was... it was like a first spanking for me from many points of view. It felt good because he was also extremely horny at this point. He positioned and re-positioned me, used his smart comments to make me feel more vulnerable. He was damn good! And I know I say this each time - but he really was at his peak this morning.
Then we had sex. Over the edge of the matresses, with my hands on the bed, with my hands on the floor, on the chair, back on the matress, back to the bed... I was swimming in my own juices. I can't believe he made me feel so great on the day of my exam, and at a time when my brain is filled with so much shit that I cannot enjoy life anymore. :) He's good. :)
That's all for now, folks. Holiday starts next Thursday but it's not a real holiday for me. So, anyway, keep in touch. hehe
Monday, December 04, 2006
Oh... That Unexpected... Unwanted Spanking
Many of you must have thought me dead, after not popping my head out into the blogland for so long. Well, luckily enough, school and other crap haven't managed to kill me. Not just yet.
I am interrupting my project writing for a quick bloggy. hehe I would have posted this weekend, but guess what? A stupid neighbor played this Friday with my cables and my Internet and HBO were gone in an instant. So today the guy from the cable company came to solve the problem.
I'm actually writing in order to talk about my spanking this Friday. Or was it Saturday? Who cares? It was weekend and my late mood was being reflected in my bitchy attitude towards everything and everyone. I have worked, second time now, on a project that was intended for five people. Who did the whole work? I did. Why? Once, cause I didn't want those newcomers on my team, but they pushed their way in, and two, how can you trust with your grade someone you don't know? Thus, I did the project. Again. I'm just pissed that some people do the work and others get the good grades. Period.
So on Friday or Saturday, after being almost finished with the project, Jack though I needed a spanking. I laughed in his face, like many other times last week. It was a grin saying "you better not touch me or else you are dead meat". He insisted on "it's up to me not to you when you need it". The statement didn't turn me on. I just didn't want a spanking. I swear I didn't. And it wasn't that "I didn't want" that happens to be "I want". It was the "didn't want" that I have made sure to be so after deeply scanning the insides of my brain and moods. I - DID - NOT - WANT - A - SPANKING. Clear enough. I was ready to bite Jack's head off at this point.
He spanked me alright. I hated it for awhile. I faught back again and again, meaning every push and every scratch and every kick. I scratched his face by mistake though, while pushing away his head. He was trying to bite my butt. If you bite my butt or my tits you make me cry out of fear.
Let me tell you dear spankos that we are wrong when we assume that spankings do not really hurt. They hurt but in a nice way, you're saying? No. They hurt and that's that. If you're not in the mood, they hurt like shit. It's not pleasure, no fucking endorphins running wild, just pure pain. I covered my butt in desperation while Jack was trying to calm me down with a spanking. The more he slapped, the wilder I got. He was so puzzled, poor guy. I mean he was spanking me for my own good, right? Not because he likes it; because he thinks I need it.
Half way through he was so exasparated he went to get the hairbrush. He couldn't find it so he settled for the belt. I didn't count them. It was hurting. I started crying. Sobbing like mad, but crying silently. Not out of pain, like I said. Out of the frustration that I couldn't stop something that was painful and scary.
Jack tried everything to get me to enjoy the spanking: keywords, slaps, playful stuff, control related issues. No result. A few slaps later he gave up. My butt was extremely hot. I had a few marks but they wore out till today.
The whole point of this post is to give you a spanking story, because it happened and I should be phony not to mention it on my blog, and second, to make you aware that spanking is fucking painful when you don't want it.
Sure, it did happen before for me not to want a spanking but then get really wet during one. But this time... this time I was blank. As blank as a guy who has his mind on sex and his company's pressing issues. I don't know how it happened while I do know why it happened. It's just frustrating to know that it happened. Oh well... have fun in your spanking world. My spanking mood is ... a mood.
Peace!
I am interrupting my project writing for a quick bloggy. hehe I would have posted this weekend, but guess what? A stupid neighbor played this Friday with my cables and my Internet and HBO were gone in an instant. So today the guy from the cable company came to solve the problem.
I'm actually writing in order to talk about my spanking this Friday. Or was it Saturday? Who cares? It was weekend and my late mood was being reflected in my bitchy attitude towards everything and everyone. I have worked, second time now, on a project that was intended for five people. Who did the whole work? I did. Why? Once, cause I didn't want those newcomers on my team, but they pushed their way in, and two, how can you trust with your grade someone you don't know? Thus, I did the project. Again. I'm just pissed that some people do the work and others get the good grades. Period.
So on Friday or Saturday, after being almost finished with the project, Jack though I needed a spanking. I laughed in his face, like many other times last week. It was a grin saying "you better not touch me or else you are dead meat". He insisted on "it's up to me not to you when you need it". The statement didn't turn me on. I just didn't want a spanking. I swear I didn't. And it wasn't that "I didn't want" that happens to be "I want". It was the "didn't want" that I have made sure to be so after deeply scanning the insides of my brain and moods. I - DID - NOT - WANT - A - SPANKING. Clear enough. I was ready to bite Jack's head off at this point.
He spanked me alright. I hated it for awhile. I faught back again and again, meaning every push and every scratch and every kick. I scratched his face by mistake though, while pushing away his head. He was trying to bite my butt. If you bite my butt or my tits you make me cry out of fear.
Let me tell you dear spankos that we are wrong when we assume that spankings do not really hurt. They hurt but in a nice way, you're saying? No. They hurt and that's that. If you're not in the mood, they hurt like shit. It's not pleasure, no fucking endorphins running wild, just pure pain. I covered my butt in desperation while Jack was trying to calm me down with a spanking. The more he slapped, the wilder I got. He was so puzzled, poor guy. I mean he was spanking me for my own good, right? Not because he likes it; because he thinks I need it.
Half way through he was so exasparated he went to get the hairbrush. He couldn't find it so he settled for the belt. I didn't count them. It was hurting. I started crying. Sobbing like mad, but crying silently. Not out of pain, like I said. Out of the frustration that I couldn't stop something that was painful and scary.
Jack tried everything to get me to enjoy the spanking: keywords, slaps, playful stuff, control related issues. No result. A few slaps later he gave up. My butt was extremely hot. I had a few marks but they wore out till today.
The whole point of this post is to give you a spanking story, because it happened and I should be phony not to mention it on my blog, and second, to make you aware that spanking is fucking painful when you don't want it.
Sure, it did happen before for me not to want a spanking but then get really wet during one. But this time... this time I was blank. As blank as a guy who has his mind on sex and his company's pressing issues. I don't know how it happened while I do know why it happened. It's just frustrating to know that it happened. Oh well... have fun in your spanking world. My spanking mood is ... a mood.
Peace!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Identify Your Top
I must thank Jack for the idea of this post. My man has good imagination... I also want to find that pond with inspiration that he has found.
So, lemme ask you this: if you were blindfolded and also deprieved of auditory senses, could you tell, from a spanking, if the Top spanking you is yours or not?
I thought about it for a while, and I am quite sure that no one could trick me. Even if Jack was to teach his spanking methods to someone else, I could recognize his hand print on my butt anytime, any way, anyhow.
I know how big his hand is, I know how his fingers feel, I know the pace, I can feel his breathe. He is not predictable, but a certain pattern emerges here and there. I know how he tenses and I know how he would react in any situation. So if I wasn't sure about him, I would probably cover my butt with my hand, and then... revelation!
Obviously, he wouldn't be allowed to trick me. And I know for sure that this would be the first thing on his mind. hehe
But, without being a dare, I declare loudly and proudly that his Topping schemes are no secret for me!
So, lemme ask you this: if you were blindfolded and also deprieved of auditory senses, could you tell, from a spanking, if the Top spanking you is yours or not?
I thought about it for a while, and I am quite sure that no one could trick me. Even if Jack was to teach his spanking methods to someone else, I could recognize his hand print on my butt anytime, any way, anyhow.
I know how big his hand is, I know how his fingers feel, I know the pace, I can feel his breathe. He is not predictable, but a certain pattern emerges here and there. I know how he tenses and I know how he would react in any situation. So if I wasn't sure about him, I would probably cover my butt with my hand, and then... revelation!
Obviously, he wouldn't be allowed to trick me. And I know for sure that this would be the first thing on his mind. hehe
But, without being a dare, I declare loudly and proudly that his Topping schemes are no secret for me!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
A Spanking World
Now that would be funny.
I wondered today if spanking would still be fun if it weren't taboo for some people. What would happen if the whole world would like spanking the way they like common sex?
I tend to believe that there would be thousands of blogs on the subject, and most of them would not be updated daily. Honestly, I don't believe that spanking would be fun in such a world.
But what if there was a spanking country, or a planet, where spankos lived? Would you be the first one to move in the neighborhood? Imagine going to the Mall in SpankoLand and getting to see two wives spanking their husbands in the parking lot, one guy grabbing his brat by the ear to drag her home for a good whacking, everyone trying out spatulas and various implements on other people's asses... After one happy month here I think I would run home and get into a spanking disintoxication sanatorium. hehe
Where's the fun if it's not kinky anymore? Where is the fun when you can't wink at your partner when a startle happens? There would be no startles here, no teasers, nothing to make us imagine spanking and giggle about it. What you see is what you get is sometimes a killer policy.
How much spanking can our mind take before going crazy?
Anyway, I would love visiting SpankoLand now and then.
I wondered today if spanking would still be fun if it weren't taboo for some people. What would happen if the whole world would like spanking the way they like common sex?
I tend to believe that there would be thousands of blogs on the subject, and most of them would not be updated daily. Honestly, I don't believe that spanking would be fun in such a world.
But what if there was a spanking country, or a planet, where spankos lived? Would you be the first one to move in the neighborhood? Imagine going to the Mall in SpankoLand and getting to see two wives spanking their husbands in the parking lot, one guy grabbing his brat by the ear to drag her home for a good whacking, everyone trying out spatulas and various implements on other people's asses... After one happy month here I think I would run home and get into a spanking disintoxication sanatorium. hehe
Where's the fun if it's not kinky anymore? Where is the fun when you can't wink at your partner when a startle happens? There would be no startles here, no teasers, nothing to make us imagine spanking and giggle about it. What you see is what you get is sometimes a killer policy.
How much spanking can our mind take before going crazy?
Anyway, I would love visiting SpankoLand now and then.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Spanking in Dreams
So has it ever happened to you not to be able to fall asleep because your mind was too full of spanking?
The bad this is - you need to sleep because you have to wake up early and you feel your brain is likely to explode due to too many hot assed thoughts. The good part - you might end up having a blast of a hot dream on spanking.
Usually spanking dreams are just better than the fantasies your calculated mind builds. For once, they are more real.
I had plenty, but the one that stands out involved Jack and Jules, my best friend from US. It was, as usual, set during my University years and it involved me skipping school. The dream was about Jack spanking me and her. The thing is that I didn't feel embarassed or too hot. It was not an erotic dream, but a soothing one.
At the moment my life is chaotic. I need to do thousands of things and I keep running out of time... The classes are too much, then dissertation and projects, and jobs. I feel extremely tired and I don't feel like a spanking would solve anything. I am tired enough not to be able to enjoy a spanking. It's similar to guys getting horny but being unable to have a good erection. This state of mind lasts in between a week or two, depending on external factors. I'm praying I would get some inspiration from somewhere...
The swich in the tree... Well, I couldn't get it. I don't want belts anymore or hairbrushes or hand spankings. I am in the mood for something thin and swishy! One night, on my way to the Mall, I will pass by some willow tree and get a 'gift' for myself and Jack. I need that. :)
To wrap it up, in case you had any extra spicy or cute or interesting dreams that could make my day or the others' day, please share. :)
Oh, and just to let you know, Jack proposed to start shopping for some 'stamps' tonight to mail my butt somewhere, but I said "no". hehe
The bad this is - you need to sleep because you have to wake up early and you feel your brain is likely to explode due to too many hot assed thoughts. The good part - you might end up having a blast of a hot dream on spanking.
Usually spanking dreams are just better than the fantasies your calculated mind builds. For once, they are more real.
I had plenty, but the one that stands out involved Jack and Jules, my best friend from US. It was, as usual, set during my University years and it involved me skipping school. The dream was about Jack spanking me and her. The thing is that I didn't feel embarassed or too hot. It was not an erotic dream, but a soothing one.
At the moment my life is chaotic. I need to do thousands of things and I keep running out of time... The classes are too much, then dissertation and projects, and jobs. I feel extremely tired and I don't feel like a spanking would solve anything. I am tired enough not to be able to enjoy a spanking. It's similar to guys getting horny but being unable to have a good erection. This state of mind lasts in between a week or two, depending on external factors. I'm praying I would get some inspiration from somewhere...
The swich in the tree... Well, I couldn't get it. I don't want belts anymore or hairbrushes or hand spankings. I am in the mood for something thin and swishy! One night, on my way to the Mall, I will pass by some willow tree and get a 'gift' for myself and Jack. I need that. :)
To wrap it up, in case you had any extra spicy or cute or interesting dreams that could make my day or the others' day, please share. :)
Oh, and just to let you know, Jack proposed to start shopping for some 'stamps' tonight to mail my butt somewhere, but I said "no". hehe
Monday, November 20, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Japanese Schoolgirl Uniform and Other Matters
One on today's agenda: Japanese Schoolgirl Uniforms!
I have three that I like more, for different reasons. I would never buy a mockery of a uniform, that is meant to appear in Playboy magazine and not in a serious role play in my house. hehe So I am giving you my choices. I have found these uniforms at Cosmates. You can always click on image to enlarge.
I am in awe especially with the top and with the navy socks. So when I picked the options I kept in mind the unique features of the skirt or the shirt, the tie, etc. I also know that I want a plain plaid skirt, navy also, because it looks more` like HS. And it woulnd't be Japanese is the tie weren't a tie but a ribbon... I'm telling you, I watch too much Japanese stuff and my mind is deranged. hehe An I want the shirt to be white, but to look like the one on the right.
Seriously now, these uniforms feel stricter and more modern in the same time than the normal schoolgirl outfits. But that is in the eye of the beholder. *grin*About this second choice - I am not crazy about it, but I like the skirt. I don't like the ribbon much ot the socks, but I do want a pair of funny socks like that, being the underwear woman that I am. hehe
The last choice... I saved the pic more because I think I can put something very similar together without ordering anything.
They have others as well, but the colors are too bright... Or they are not cotton but polyester. So my fav one so far, even though I'd rather have a white shirt with a funny collar and ribbon, is the first one. It's different, it's sober... I like it. :) Let's see if I can get it. hehe
Second issue is about a willow tree right outside of my window, 2nd floor. I cannot reach the damn branch to get a rod!! It's tempting me day and night, especially since I spotted the perfect rod: straight, swishy, flexible. Well, maybe I can get it tonight somehow... I hope I won't fall out of the window. hehe
(written later)
I also did corner time today. Five minutes. Just thought I would let you know, cuz I was gonna post about it this evening. And if I were in a good mood now I would write about it, but I am not. I have reasons, not moods. Don't feel sorry for me or anything because I don't want to hear encouragements. Strange, eh? And don't ask me what happened either. Just comment on the first two issues if you want, please.
Tigger knows already that when I have a damn issue I don't share for some odd reason which is hard to explain. But that's me. :)
Have a nice weekend everyone!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
"Don't worry, you will get spanked!"
"Don't worry, you will get spanked!"
I heard those words today, as I was waking up from my nap. I wasn't quite sure why Jack was announcing a spanking. Maybe because I had a hard day and he wanted to do something nice for me; maybe because my behavior was threatening to become thunderous.
I was yawning and grunting, in a general state of mental disconfort.
"Ok, you're getting spanked."
"What? I don't want..."
He was already on my bed, kneeling, pulling me over his knees.
"Once again it's not about you wanting. You don't get to make the rules around here. I do. Period. And you get to write about it too!"
PJs, panties down. And a slap that seemed to crush, not land, on my bottom. He reached ten slaps extremely fast. I had problems once more with keeping my hands away from my bottom, simply because it hurted a bit too much.
"How many times do I have to tell you about those hands?" Spanks. Grabbing my hands, bringing them to the front: "Haven't you learnt anything yet?" More spanks. "Put your hands over your head."
My mumbles.
"Put your hands over your head or I'll spank you to tears! I'm not kidding!"
That's a bit scary. Such comments rarely escape Jack's mouth so when they do, better watch out. It was in my best interest to obey.
"I'm gonna make you do corner time. You need it." And carried on with his spanking.
But you can't expect me to behave for long, not with that kind of pain. So Jack had to grab my hands again and place them over my head, while I was sliding from bed, head down.
"You're falling... get up!" My butt, dragged over his knees again, had another rendez-vous with his hand. I kicked so much that he even had to trap my legs. But two minutes later, and another twenty swats into the spanking, I was again head down on the floor.
"You want to be spanked like this?" *very hard slaps* "Up. Get back on the bed!" He adjusted my position again, including my hands on top of my head. I argued, commented, protested...
"Oh, that's it, young lady! That's it! You've earned yourself a really hard spanking! Grumbling, hm?" He took out his belt, grabbed my hands and tied together my sleeves aga'n, and started his job, building a fast fire in my butt. I think I have some marks, because I felt that damn belt overlap a few good times in the same spot. And yet, I still felt bratty. He had to go on with his hand again for another five minutes or so, until I managed to answer his questions without a grumble.
This was followed by blow job and sex and more spanking.
Funny enough, I still have energy.
Jack has already a plan on his next post this weekend. It's gonna be a surprise. hehe
I heard those words today, as I was waking up from my nap. I wasn't quite sure why Jack was announcing a spanking. Maybe because I had a hard day and he wanted to do something nice for me; maybe because my behavior was threatening to become thunderous.
I was yawning and grunting, in a general state of mental disconfort.
"Ok, you're getting spanked."
"What? I don't want..."
He was already on my bed, kneeling, pulling me over his knees.
"Once again it's not about you wanting. You don't get to make the rules around here. I do. Period. And you get to write about it too!"
PJs, panties down. And a slap that seemed to crush, not land, on my bottom. He reached ten slaps extremely fast. I had problems once more with keeping my hands away from my bottom, simply because it hurted a bit too much.
"How many times do I have to tell you about those hands?" Spanks. Grabbing my hands, bringing them to the front: "Haven't you learnt anything yet?" More spanks. "Put your hands over your head."
My mumbles.
"Put your hands over your head or I'll spank you to tears! I'm not kidding!"
That's a bit scary. Such comments rarely escape Jack's mouth so when they do, better watch out. It was in my best interest to obey.
"I'm gonna make you do corner time. You need it." And carried on with his spanking.
But you can't expect me to behave for long, not with that kind of pain. So Jack had to grab my hands again and place them over my head, while I was sliding from bed, head down.
"You're falling... get up!" My butt, dragged over his knees again, had another rendez-vous with his hand. I kicked so much that he even had to trap my legs. But two minutes later, and another twenty swats into the spanking, I was again head down on the floor.
"You want to be spanked like this?" *very hard slaps* "Up. Get back on the bed!" He adjusted my position again, including my hands on top of my head. I argued, commented, protested...
"Oh, that's it, young lady! That's it! You've earned yourself a really hard spanking! Grumbling, hm?" He took out his belt, grabbed my hands and tied together my sleeves aga'n, and started his job, building a fast fire in my butt. I think I have some marks, because I felt that damn belt overlap a few good times in the same spot. And yet, I still felt bratty. He had to go on with his hand again for another five minutes or so, until I managed to answer his questions without a grumble.
This was followed by blow job and sex and more spanking.
Funny enough, I still have energy.
Jack has already a plan on his next post this weekend. It's gonna be a surprise. hehe
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Spanking Drawing
Last night Jack took over the computer until quite late. I was watching Anime and I suddenly got in the mood to draw.
I am sure you will not find my mood amazing, but I, myself, have thought to be quite surprising. You see, I haven't drawn for pleasure and for months since highschool, like ten years ago. A few years back I got again in the mood to draw but it lasted for like one month, then real life took over again.
It was awful. I am not that good or anything, and I don't have any education whatsoever in painting or drawing, my hand lost the habit, so bear with me.
I like black and white, pencil most. But for Tigger, I have this little teddy to cheer her up! ;) Luv ya sis! :)
I am sure you will not find my mood amazing, but I, myself, have thought to be quite surprising. You see, I haven't drawn for pleasure and for months since highschool, like ten years ago. A few years back I got again in the mood to draw but it lasted for like one month, then real life took over again.
It was awful. I am not that good or anything, and I don't have any education whatsoever in painting or drawing, my hand lost the habit, so bear with me.
I like black and white, pencil most. But for Tigger, I have this little teddy to cheer her up! ;) Luv ya sis! :)
You know the drill, click on pics to get a better look. hehe
And since we are spankos, here's a spanking drawing. Told you I was out of ideas, so I drew. hehe
I suppose that is Jack whacking me, even though I am a bit too tall in the drawing. hehe If you cut off my head, you might get my real height. ;)
Enjoy! Catch up with ya later, gotta get ready for school!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Spanking When Too Tired
I entered blogmode with no idea what I was gonna write about today. The older I get, the more ideas I lose. The more I experiment, the less things I have to say... Quite paradoxal, eh? ;)
I'm happy you guys liked Jack's post yesterday - he saved my tired ass. ;) He knows already what his next post is gonna be about and he won't tell me. I like surprises anyway. :)
Two days ago I cut my post in the middle because the cat was driving the whole building nuts. Like I said, that spanking wasn't a very big deal, but I perceived it as something that could bring me close to tears. Why? Because I was tired. If I'm tired all it takes is a couple of hard slaps, and I feel like I've been spanked for days... So if Jack had gone on, I would have cried. Fortunately - and this time I mean the word - he didn't. For me being tired is as bad as being drunk. Weird...
By the way, is it only me or is the world wide web getting full of mostly F/F spanking pics and videos? What happened to the guys? Wherever I look, girls and more girls! Male spankos became an endangered species. Maybe they are scared to come out and play in today's society when women are getting powerful *weg*... or maybe only female spankers are multiplying. Lucky for some, sad for me.
I want a Japanese school uniform. I love everything Japanese, except a few things related to business and women - being an Economics graduate and studying intercultural stuff I learnt some stuff... Japanese art is absolutely fabulous. Japanese girls are awesome. Japanese furniture - my fav bedroom. Japanese food - to die for! But I couldn't live in Japan. Anyway, I love Japanese school uniforms... I gotta find one soon. I think Jack would like that too. hehe
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go look online for one. I'm in the mood. ;)
Hmm... I got an idea for another post on Japanese anime and hentai, on control, raping, monsters, rough sex... It sounds like fun! hehe
I'm happy you guys liked Jack's post yesterday - he saved my tired ass. ;) He knows already what his next post is gonna be about and he won't tell me. I like surprises anyway. :)
Two days ago I cut my post in the middle because the cat was driving the whole building nuts. Like I said, that spanking wasn't a very big deal, but I perceived it as something that could bring me close to tears. Why? Because I was tired. If I'm tired all it takes is a couple of hard slaps, and I feel like I've been spanked for days... So if Jack had gone on, I would have cried. Fortunately - and this time I mean the word - he didn't. For me being tired is as bad as being drunk. Weird...
By the way, is it only me or is the world wide web getting full of mostly F/F spanking pics and videos? What happened to the guys? Wherever I look, girls and more girls! Male spankos became an endangered species. Maybe they are scared to come out and play in today's society when women are getting powerful *weg*... or maybe only female spankers are multiplying. Lucky for some, sad for me.
I want a Japanese school uniform. I love everything Japanese, except a few things related to business and women - being an Economics graduate and studying intercultural stuff I learnt some stuff... Japanese art is absolutely fabulous. Japanese girls are awesome. Japanese furniture - my fav bedroom. Japanese food - to die for! But I couldn't live in Japan. Anyway, I love Japanese school uniforms... I gotta find one soon. I think Jack would like that too. hehe
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go look online for one. I'm in the mood. ;)
Hmm... I got an idea for another post on Japanese anime and hentai, on control, raping, monsters, rough sex... It sounds like fun! hehe
Monday, November 13, 2006
The Spank Makes My Day
I wasn't going to post today. I am still very tired and it's been three days, at least, since I haven't been able to sleep because of my cat.
Because I am tired, my mood is not great either. When you are tired you fail to see the good things. And when you are unemployed and you love Christmas, you wonder if you can repeat the crazy spending you did last year for everyone. Last year I bought great presents. What if this year I can't? All the Christmas fun is gone...
Anyway, Jack realized that I was in a lousy mood... Look, it's almost 1am and the cat is crying trying to wake up the whole building. I might not be able to finish my post... *sigh*
Let's cut to the chase since it's obvious that I won't have time to embelish things. I got spanked again... A medium spank, by hand, because I needed it. That's what Jack said...
And I swear that if I don't go now... bye bye guys!
Because I am tired, my mood is not great either. When you are tired you fail to see the good things. And when you are unemployed and you love Christmas, you wonder if you can repeat the crazy spending you did last year for everyone. Last year I bought great presents. What if this year I can't? All the Christmas fun is gone...
Anyway, Jack realized that I was in a lousy mood... Look, it's almost 1am and the cat is crying trying to wake up the whole building. I might not be able to finish my post... *sigh*
Let's cut to the chase since it's obvious that I won't have time to embelish things. I got spanked again... A medium spank, by hand, because I needed it. That's what Jack said...
And I swear that if I don't go now... bye bye guys!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
A Chat about Corner Time
I couldn't sleep all night because of my cat, so I am agonizing today. If I close my eyes, my head might just fall on the keyboard for a long sweet nap.
I know I got a spanking only two days ago, on Thursday, but yesterday evening I had another chat with Jack. I was ready for more. For a lot more and worse. I needed it. It didn't happen, but the weekend has barely started.
"When are you gonna put me in the corner?" - I asked, while he was watching "Survivor" on AXN.
He looked at me, and it took him a few seconds to connect back to this world.
"Why don't you go stand in the corner now?" - he suggested with a smile.
Of course it crossed my mind to obey. But it wasn't right.
"Not now. Now I wouldn't do it."
"But you've been in the corner before..."
"Yes, but it was very long ago."
He lit a cigarette, went back to his series. A few seconds later he turned to me again:
"Corner time never works for you. You always seem to use it for more mischief, not to repent."
"You're not doing a proper job, it means. Corner time would really help you help me..." Explaining it was hard. "It can take me to subspace pretty fast. I can behave if I *need* to."
The thing is... my previous corner times had me naked standing in the corner. And I also had a red butt. But not red enough to stop me from bratting. Only once I think I was a bit too scared to misbehave. And another time, I painted the wall. That got me another belting and more corner time.
I'm just thinking that putting me in the corner might drain some of the extra energy out of me. The ideal move is: spank me, put me in the corner, go on doing your stuff while keeping an eye on me, spank me again, and one more corner time. And if that doesn't work on any brat, then I might as well dress up as Santa Clause and sell pickles in Jamaica.
That's for today's post. Now, I wanna ask you to do something for me, or for you, if you feel like it. This week or next weekend I'm gonna write one of those '100 things about me', inspired by Eva's post a few good days ago. If you have any questions that you want an answer to, please let me know. Either comment here or send me an email. Anonymous or not. Your choice. I will not answer normally or seriously stupid questions though. When is a question stupid? When you wonder if to ask it or not. hehe ;)
If no questions come, I will just go on rambling about myself for 100 lines and bore you to death. hehe So you're either gonna be proactive, or passive regarding my future post. If you've been here for some time, you knowI don't beg. Tigger suggested on that 'delurk' day that lurkers like being begged. I say begging might seem pushy. I give you a free choice. Either you want to ask or not. :) If you're not in the mood, fine by me. ;) I have no intention in grabbing you by the ear, bending you over the arm of the couch, and tanning your bum with Jack's belt for saying 'no'. Not just yet, let's say. hehe
So, have a nice Saturday guys. :)
I know I got a spanking only two days ago, on Thursday, but yesterday evening I had another chat with Jack. I was ready for more. For a lot more and worse. I needed it. It didn't happen, but the weekend has barely started.
"When are you gonna put me in the corner?" - I asked, while he was watching "Survivor" on AXN.
He looked at me, and it took him a few seconds to connect back to this world.
"Why don't you go stand in the corner now?" - he suggested with a smile.
Of course it crossed my mind to obey. But it wasn't right.
"Not now. Now I wouldn't do it."
"But you've been in the corner before..."
"Yes, but it was very long ago."
He lit a cigarette, went back to his series. A few seconds later he turned to me again:
"Corner time never works for you. You always seem to use it for more mischief, not to repent."
"You're not doing a proper job, it means. Corner time would really help you help me..." Explaining it was hard. "It can take me to subspace pretty fast. I can behave if I *need* to."
The thing is... my previous corner times had me naked standing in the corner. And I also had a red butt. But not red enough to stop me from bratting. Only once I think I was a bit too scared to misbehave. And another time, I painted the wall. That got me another belting and more corner time.
I'm just thinking that putting me in the corner might drain some of the extra energy out of me. The ideal move is: spank me, put me in the corner, go on doing your stuff while keeping an eye on me, spank me again, and one more corner time. And if that doesn't work on any brat, then I might as well dress up as Santa Clause and sell pickles in Jamaica.
That's for today's post. Now, I wanna ask you to do something for me, or for you, if you feel like it. This week or next weekend I'm gonna write one of those '100 things about me', inspired by Eva's post a few good days ago. If you have any questions that you want an answer to, please let me know. Either comment here or send me an email. Anonymous or not. Your choice. I will not answer normally or seriously stupid questions though. When is a question stupid? When you wonder if to ask it or not. hehe ;)
If no questions come, I will just go on rambling about myself for 100 lines and bore you to death. hehe So you're either gonna be proactive, or passive regarding my future post. If you've been here for some time, you knowI don't beg. Tigger suggested on that 'delurk' day that lurkers like being begged. I say begging might seem pushy. I give you a free choice. Either you want to ask or not. :) If you're not in the mood, fine by me. ;) I have no intention in grabbing you by the ear, bending you over the arm of the couch, and tanning your bum with Jack's belt for saying 'no'. Not just yet, let's say. hehe
So, have a nice Saturday guys. :)
Friday, November 10, 2006
A Spanking Before School
It started with my mood to get spanked. The best way to get a spanking when your significant other might not be in the mood?
Put on a short schoolgirl-like skirt - I have a green one - a sexy top, black lingerie with push up bra, leave half of the boobs out, and black long nice boots.
I was over his knee in ten minutes, getting the mother of all spankings, or so it felt at the moment. He spanked me for being a 'bad girl'. Generally speaking. hehe He simply torched my bum with his hand.
I am not protesting much lately, and I am training my feet not to leave the floor. It doesn't work 100%, but it's better. My man didn't hold back one second: he was determined to give me a red bum. He built the fire in my bum quite fast, with strong and fast slaps. When I started kicking, he grabbed my hand and held it.
"Ok, stand up, go get the hairbrush..."
I didn't move.
"Please not the hairbrush... Besides, your hand hurts more," I lied.
"Okay," he said, and laid in my butt even worse.
Ten spanks later I started complaining about my seat spot and asked for the hairbrush. A time out sounded too good.
"Go bring it!"
He had to, because I couldn't find it. Then I was back over his lap. He started by spanking me again over my skirt, then on the bare. I had instantly changed my mind about the hairbrush business.
"It hurts more than the hand!" - I was already whining.
My butt was feeling extremely hot. Numb from the spanks, almost. It was time for Jack to switch back to his hand. He slapped my legs, something he hadn't done before. He tried to catch any possible white spot left on my butt. Now and then he was pausing, checking the marks, starting again.
"This is the hardest I got so far!" - I cried, my hands on the floor.
Then he motioned me to stand up. He was already really hard so we moved to blow jobs and one healthy fuck on the couch. It was great sex. And touching myself does help during sex. hehe
And the neighbors? Let them here!
Put on a short schoolgirl-like skirt - I have a green one - a sexy top, black lingerie with push up bra, leave half of the boobs out, and black long nice boots.
I was over his knee in ten minutes, getting the mother of all spankings, or so it felt at the moment. He spanked me for being a 'bad girl'. Generally speaking. hehe He simply torched my bum with his hand.
I am not protesting much lately, and I am training my feet not to leave the floor. It doesn't work 100%, but it's better. My man didn't hold back one second: he was determined to give me a red bum. He built the fire in my bum quite fast, with strong and fast slaps. When I started kicking, he grabbed my hand and held it.
"Ok, stand up, go get the hairbrush..."
I didn't move.
"Please not the hairbrush... Besides, your hand hurts more," I lied.
"Okay," he said, and laid in my butt even worse.
Ten spanks later I started complaining about my seat spot and asked for the hairbrush. A time out sounded too good.
"Go bring it!"
He had to, because I couldn't find it. Then I was back over his lap. He started by spanking me again over my skirt, then on the bare. I had instantly changed my mind about the hairbrush business.
"It hurts more than the hand!" - I was already whining.
My butt was feeling extremely hot. Numb from the spanks, almost. It was time for Jack to switch back to his hand. He slapped my legs, something he hadn't done before. He tried to catch any possible white spot left on my butt. Now and then he was pausing, checking the marks, starting again.
"This is the hardest I got so far!" - I cried, my hands on the floor.
Then he motioned me to stand up. He was already really hard so we moved to blow jobs and one healthy fuck on the couch. It was great sex. And touching myself does help during sex. hehe
And the neighbors? Let them here!
Now, the results for the poll. "When watching a clip, reading a story, getting a spanking, which verb is the hottest?"
For a better view, click on the image. :) Thanks for voting guys!
A 'Teaser' at School
I have a post for tomorrow already, right here in my head, and the inspiration, right here on my butt. ;)
So I can post a little startle or teaser or whatever you would call a funny and yet normal event that gets scanned through a spanko mind.
We have a smart professor for this class - that I cannot name, sorry - and he is somehow an authoritary figure. Not that he is big and wide and all that, but the way he speaks and he explains things. With his accent, he reminds me of the British teacher.
I've landed again in the first desk, next to Jack and two other friends. In the last one, two girls that usually come to classes, but they were 'new faces' to the teacher. They were chit chatting and disturbing a class of 10-15 people, when the professor stops apruptly. It was hard for me to hide the grin on my face when I heard his lecture. It was hard for me to actually not stare at Jack during all this time.
The lecture, that went on for like 2 minutes, reminded me of spanking vids. He called the girls 'irresponsable', and asked them to continue their conversation outside if they hadn't finished yet. "I am teaching a Masters program here and you... you are acting like sixth graders! Do not ever interrupt me again! Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir!"
"I don't want to hear any more chatting, chanting, or giggling in my class! I am paid to teach you and I am going to teach you even to behave... and good manners! You are not to come to my class again and interrupt me! I hope I made myself clear!"
Two shy voices from the back of the class:
"Yes, Sir."
Now, if you were there, wouldn't you have started picturing already a spanking scene? ;)
Image found here.
So I can post a little startle or teaser or whatever you would call a funny and yet normal event that gets scanned through a spanko mind.
We have a smart professor for this class - that I cannot name, sorry - and he is somehow an authoritary figure. Not that he is big and wide and all that, but the way he speaks and he explains things. With his accent, he reminds me of the British teacher.
I've landed again in the first desk, next to Jack and two other friends. In the last one, two girls that usually come to classes, but they were 'new faces' to the teacher. They were chit chatting and disturbing a class of 10-15 people, when the professor stops apruptly. It was hard for me to hide the grin on my face when I heard his lecture. It was hard for me to actually not stare at Jack during all this time.
The lecture, that went on for like 2 minutes, reminded me of spanking vids. He called the girls 'irresponsable', and asked them to continue their conversation outside if they hadn't finished yet. "I am teaching a Masters program here and you... you are acting like sixth graders! Do not ever interrupt me again! Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir!"
"I don't want to hear any more chatting, chanting, or giggling in my class! I am paid to teach you and I am going to teach you even to behave... and good manners! You are not to come to my class again and interrupt me! I hope I made myself clear!"
Two shy voices from the back of the class:
"Yes, Sir."
Now, if you were there, wouldn't you have started picturing already a spanking scene? ;)
Image found here.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
"I Want to See Your Face when I'm Spanking You!"
First things first... The pictures for the HNT, the last Bratpack HNT. For me it's not even HNT, so, like the girls say, I'm just using my pretty socks and feet to give it a good kick in the ass. The other HNT ass-kickers are Tigger, Lessa, and Spice. It's a group picture this time.Second picture:
Now, back to our post...
Yesterday I was interested in being lonely in a corner. Today I remember another spanking that made me quite unconfortable.
After weeks of spanking-chatting, many hours of bratting, and even more of being annoying, Jack couldn't take it anymore. "But this time I want to see your face when I spank you," he said.
What's with this interest of seeing my face? Showing my face is the last thing I want when I get spanked. It's like staring in the mirror and you know someone is peaking. I don't want him to see my expression of pain and surprise, but he loves that. He makes me look at him during sex, when we push our games to almost full D/s. He wants me to look into his eyes and beg: "No more, please."
So this time he wanted to see my face expression while spanking me. I protested. That was certainly not what I wanted. I wanted the classic stuff, the otk position that I can break. I didn't want to face myself and my fears and my embarassement. It was humiliating. Of course that Jack doesn't care about that.
It's not my place to decide what I get and when I get it. It's his. "Did I ask you if you wanted or not? Who says spanking is about wanting?" And that shuts my mouth usually.
I panicked. The moment he grabbed my ankles and lifted them high, above my head, I was gone from this world. I tried to hide my face in my knees, but it didn't work. So I grabbed the bedsheet in my fists and decided not to show any emotion while he was spanking me. Useless to say that this is not the way things work. Having a blank face during a spanking is as likely to happen as correct diction with a dick in your mouth. I couldn't be poker faced not even for the first swat. I closed my eyes, blocking his image away, and my own, like in a mirror. But he asked me, punctuating his request with harder slaps, to open them.
Pain had no importance compared to my shameful situation. If only the ground had opened to swallow me and my face and my butt, all in one.
His look was amused, again. Teasing. Dominant. "Look what I'm doing to you. I'm spanking you like a naughty baby!" That made me protest even more. "How does it feel to be spanked like this?" I have no idea what the answer was, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was a bare mumble.
And do you know the question which you don't want to hear when you're getting your ass tanned in such a position? "Tell me why you are getting spanked like a naughty girl?"
Time-out!
First, don't look into my eyes when you are calling me a 'naughty girl'. That makes me hot and it embarasses the crap out of me. Second, I don't think you really care why I get spanked: the question is more to knock me out, not to establish a connection between the bad behavior and my spanking.
This is the question that throws me into headspace, and makes sure I move into submissive-mode - fast!
So a spanking ceases to be a just a spanking when such an awkward position occurs.
*shuddering* God, please don't let Jack read this post, or else, I am in big fat trouble!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
The Punishment Spanking Position
Today I'm going to post about spanking positions. No, don't run away, I ain't gonna talk about how many there are and I ain't gonna get into decriptions either. However, if you want such a post, drop me a line, and I'll see what I can do.
Today, my spanko fellows, I will get again in the submissive mind and inspect my own feelings on positions during a spanking.
Last night, in bed, after watching a few vids, I found myself fantasizing about Jack spanking me while I am standing in the corner. Then I started picking the right corner for such a spanking in my appartment. I couldn't find one. Why would I be spanked in the corner? Only a bad thing could get me there. I do need a reason, because a spanking without a reason doesn't excite me much. It needed to be a terrible sin. I'm still thinking of one. hehe
I realized that such a spanking would really make me unconfortable and it would turn out to be the ultimate punishment. If I can't touch Jack or feel his body next to me during a spanking, I feel lonely, puzzled, lost, scared.
He spanked me only once over the back of the chair and it was hard for me, psychologically speaking. This position in the corner would be even harder. Nothing to touch, nothing to sink your teeth into, or your claws, or your feet. It's just you and the wall. Nothing else touching you. It's scary. And yet, I want to try it.
I'm curious if I am the only one who thinks like this about 'feeling lonely' if spanked in the corner...
Today, it's Wankable Wednesday at Tiggs's blog. She has a nice post on blow jobs as well. ;)
Today, my spanko fellows, I will get again in the submissive mind and inspect my own feelings on positions during a spanking.
Last night, in bed, after watching a few vids, I found myself fantasizing about Jack spanking me while I am standing in the corner. Then I started picking the right corner for such a spanking in my appartment. I couldn't find one. Why would I be spanked in the corner? Only a bad thing could get me there. I do need a reason, because a spanking without a reason doesn't excite me much. It needed to be a terrible sin. I'm still thinking of one. hehe
I realized that such a spanking would really make me unconfortable and it would turn out to be the ultimate punishment. If I can't touch Jack or feel his body next to me during a spanking, I feel lonely, puzzled, lost, scared.
He spanked me only once over the back of the chair and it was hard for me, psychologically speaking. This position in the corner would be even harder. Nothing to touch, nothing to sink your teeth into, or your claws, or your feet. It's just you and the wall. Nothing else touching you. It's scary. And yet, I want to try it.
I'm curious if I am the only one who thinks like this about 'feeling lonely' if spanked in the corner...
Today, it's Wankable Wednesday at Tiggs's blog. She has a nice post on blow jobs as well. ;)
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Habits that Get You a Spanking & a Spanking Poll
First, let's see the poll results for "You have two pills, one blue and one red. You can use only one. Which one would that be?". 93% voted for the red pill, the one that would turn someone else into a spanko. 7% voted for the blue pill, that would rid them and their partner of the spanking obsession.
For a better picture of the results, click on the image:
The voters are pretty confident and happy with their spanking lifestyle. Why am I not amazed? Well done on your voting guys!
Now, let's move to the title of this post: habits that got you a spanking.
I don't have many bad habits, but some of the ones that have annoy me even. One is playing with my hair. I started long ago and only typing or cooking can help me. Yes, I got spanked for it, but it doesn't seem to help. hehe Now we live on threats. ;)
Another bad habit: bothering Jack when we were in bed. Touching where I shouldn't because it tickles him, insisting on doing things that he asks me to stop doing. He usually grabs me, flips me on my tummy, and spanks me right then and there.
Another bad habit was the one of sticking out my tongue at him and making a disgusting noise. That got me whacked good in the past. So I stopped doing it for like three years, and restarted because of this blog and because of Tigger, who always turns me into a bigger brat. hehe Now I gave up because I got another spanking for it. As easy as that.
The worst habbit that got me the worst spankings was scaring him when he came out of the bathroom - childish and stupid, but you should see his face! hehe - and turning off the light in the bathroom when he's pissing. It got me in real big trouble but I'm still doing it now and then. I can imagine how annoying it can be, but nothing can stop me. Anyway, I think this is the only habit that got me a good belting. :)
I've just asked Jack now if he can tell me a bad habit that got me a spanking? "Yes, when you become annoying." "That became a habit when you need a spanking! Espcially when you do like this - I can't not even explain the faces and signs he made hehe - and make stupid sounds (that I cannot reproduce)". Well, now I know what annoys him most. :)
That's my announcement on spanking and bad habits. :) Your turn!
Poll Time! No need to have a blog to vote. And if you have any hot suggestions, let me hear them!
Thanks for voting!
For a better picture of the results, click on the image:
The voters are pretty confident and happy with their spanking lifestyle. Why am I not amazed? Well done on your voting guys!
Now, let's move to the title of this post: habits that got you a spanking.
I don't have many bad habits, but some of the ones that have annoy me even. One is playing with my hair. I started long ago and only typing or cooking can help me. Yes, I got spanked for it, but it doesn't seem to help. hehe Now we live on threats. ;)
Another bad habit: bothering Jack when we were in bed. Touching where I shouldn't because it tickles him, insisting on doing things that he asks me to stop doing. He usually grabs me, flips me on my tummy, and spanks me right then and there.
Another bad habit was the one of sticking out my tongue at him and making a disgusting noise. That got me whacked good in the past. So I stopped doing it for like three years, and restarted because of this blog and because of Tigger, who always turns me into a bigger brat. hehe Now I gave up because I got another spanking for it. As easy as that.
The worst habbit that got me the worst spankings was scaring him when he came out of the bathroom - childish and stupid, but you should see his face! hehe - and turning off the light in the bathroom when he's pissing. It got me in real big trouble but I'm still doing it now and then. I can imagine how annoying it can be, but nothing can stop me. Anyway, I think this is the only habit that got me a good belting. :)
I've just asked Jack now if he can tell me a bad habit that got me a spanking? "Yes, when you become annoying." "That became a habit when you need a spanking! Espcially when you do like this - I can't not even explain the faces and signs he made hehe - and make stupid sounds (that I cannot reproduce)". Well, now I know what annoys him most. :)
That's my announcement on spanking and bad habits. :) Your turn!
Poll Time! No need to have a blog to vote. And if you have any hot suggestions, let me hear them!
Thanks for voting!
Monday, November 06, 2006
"Kiss the hairbrush!"
In case you were wondering, I am still very sick and my stomach feels very tight, but I need to post something even so.
First, thank you to all those who took time to tell me (or ask me hehe) to get well soon. Thanks a lot, guys! :) I will get well... crap one sec...
Yeah... it will be a short post it seems. Lying down does feel better.
I remembered an older topic related to kissing an implement and, even though I don't remember my comment back then, I do want to talk about it again.
I remember that once or twice, a few years ago, I had to kiss the hairbrush. I don't remember if Jack or I came up with it, but it surely was a result of all those spanking stories. The situation made me feel excited and weird, because it underlined the feeling of submission. Of course it took a few good swats to convince me to kiss it, not to spit on it, but it turned out for the best. It takes a certain state of mind for some of us to comply with such a request. And those states of mind usually happen after half of the spanking took place - even better for me.
But I wonder if kissing the thing that is going to tan your bum is more related to Master/slave stuff or to normal domestic discipline? As if I really care about the answer! I was just musing, if you were wondering.
Anyway, it seems to me that the 'kissing the implement' momentum has passed. I don't find it anymore in the new spanking stories. But a few good years ago it was there. And it was pretty hot.
I hope Jack sees this post and remembers that it can be done. I want to try it again. Exactly because I know I will refuse to do it. And also because I like kissing hairbrushes, but I like even more kissing his hands and palms. He has the best ones ever!
So, what's your view on kissing the implement? Has it happened already? Will it happen? Ever been on your fantasy list? Drop me a line when you're in the mood. I'm curious to know.
First, thank you to all those who took time to tell me (or ask me hehe) to get well soon. Thanks a lot, guys! :) I will get well... crap one sec...
Yeah... it will be a short post it seems. Lying down does feel better.
I remembered an older topic related to kissing an implement and, even though I don't remember my comment back then, I do want to talk about it again.
I remember that once or twice, a few years ago, I had to kiss the hairbrush. I don't remember if Jack or I came up with it, but it surely was a result of all those spanking stories. The situation made me feel excited and weird, because it underlined the feeling of submission. Of course it took a few good swats to convince me to kiss it, not to spit on it, but it turned out for the best. It takes a certain state of mind for some of us to comply with such a request. And those states of mind usually happen after half of the spanking took place - even better for me.
But I wonder if kissing the thing that is going to tan your bum is more related to Master/slave stuff or to normal domestic discipline? As if I really care about the answer! I was just musing, if you were wondering.
Anyway, it seems to me that the 'kissing the implement' momentum has passed. I don't find it anymore in the new spanking stories. But a few good years ago it was there. And it was pretty hot.
I hope Jack sees this post and remembers that it can be done. I want to try it again. Exactly because I know I will refuse to do it. And also because I like kissing hairbrushes, but I like even more kissing his hands and palms. He has the best ones ever!
So, what's your view on kissing the implement? Has it happened already? Will it happen? Ever been on your fantasy list? Drop me a line when you're in the mood. I'm curious to know.
Sorry Guys... Sick Here
Sorry for no posts, people. Truth is, both Jack and I are sick. We caught some virus and you don't want to hear about fever, nausea, vomitting and other funny issues, right? hehe
Anyway, even my cat is not feeling well, which worries me even more.
I hate viruses. Seems that even my friend from school is sick... So, boring and painful life around here.
See you around when I'm better!
Best,
Kay
Anyway, even my cat is not feeling well, which worries me even more.
I hate viruses. Seems that even my friend from school is sick... So, boring and painful life around here.
See you around when I'm better!
Best,
Kay
Saturday, November 04, 2006
I Didn't Deserve the Spanking! and a Poll
What happens when SpankBoss quotes one of your spanking adventure on his site? Well, first, you get all hyper and extra happy. Next, you develop the obsession of staring at your site counter - and not only. Third, you are so into it now that your bedtime comes and passes. You become a bratty irritable zombie, cuddled up on the couch, laptop on your lap, eyes devouring the hits.
You see, when Jack went to bed, around 12pm, I said, without anyone asking me, that I would be there 'in ten minutes'. "Come whenever you want," he said. That was too harsh to my ears. "You should have said 'good girl', not something that shows you don't care," I offered him my wise piece of advice. He didn't answer.
Smart brats shut up. Smart brats don't promise things they cannot see to. Or do no want to see to. But I ain't a smart brat. I'm just the worst brat the world has seen. Ten minutes happened way too soon. Twenty minutes... half an hour, one, two. And then I finally climbed into my warm bed, next to him. He mumbled something which made me think he was dreaming so I didn't pay attention.
In the morning my cat woke me up at twelve. It seemed that the words I missed last night were more important than I initially thought. They reffered to me getting a good spanking today. I wouldn't have believed him anyway, but just for the record, I had missed such a 'good-night' wish from Jack.
Saturday today, right? So a house that hasn't been cleaned properly for more than two weeks needs some 'scrubbing'. Which Jack reluctantly did, with his precious brat absorbed once more in her blogging adventures. I was finally convinced that I could vacuum a bit if not something else.
So you say, how did the spanking happen? My smarty comments reminded him that I have another overdue spanking. I say they are not 'overdue', they are just 'due'. I mean, if it hadn't been for the smart remark, I would have gotten away with it... again.
Forget about the belt. This time I managed not to get it. Can you feel the nostalgia in my tone? hehe He picked the hairbrush - just because it's handy - and made sure I was not going to make promises I cannot keep. It takes about 20 swats to make you wonder if you can keep a promise and a few good more - until your butt is medium-rare - to be sure about it. And an hour later you wonder if you really meant it or not. Puzzling issue.
In any case, I was very prompt to point out that not keeping a promise is something that doesn't have me directly involved, but, in this case, SpankBoss. In other words, it's his fault. Poor him. Jack didn't believe me. I did believe myself though, half way through the spanking.
But you, dear bloggers, know that it's never my fault. Instead, it's Tigger's. Mostly. I did get her a good whacking once or twice... or maybe more than that. And while I was supposed to hear, according to Dante, her cries all the way from US to South Africa, which let me tell you, it IS some distance, she never had to hear anything from me. I only hope, for the sake of her butt, that Tigger has managed to develop telepathic powers in the meantime because I have a feeling that more spankings are coming her way. hehe
That's all about my spanking.
Now let's move to yesterday's delurk day. Let me state it broad and wide that it was Bonnie's and Eva's idea - a very good one as well, and that the following blogs took part in the 'event'.
CuddlyBum at Random Thoughts from a Random Girl
Theresa at Hungry Heart Anxious Bottom
Eva at Nothing Random About a Spanking
Elis at New Beginnings
Cassie at Cassie's Space
Grace at A Day in the Life
Tiggr at A Spanking Good Time
Gem at Domestic Discipline Spanking Stories
Padme at Journey to the Darkside
Snow at Snow Wonders
Katie at Katie Spades: The Princess of Spanking
Aunty at Aunty Agony
Anne Elizabeth at Make My Cop Come
Suzy at My Naked Truth
Don at Confessions of an English Gentleman
Tulsa at Tulsa Moda
Adam at Adam's Spanking Stories
Pandora at Pandora's Blog
Lily at Life with a Bit of Spanking
Patty at Creative Spanko Wench
CeeCi at Giardino del Piacere
Mistress Sky at Mature Mistress
Ruby at Ruby Redd
Haron at The Spanking Writers
Bella at the B____ Inside
Butterfly at Butterfly Tempress
Adele at Spanking Model Speaks
Mike at Spanked Hubby
Natty at Natty's Spanking Blog
Minxy at A Spanked Minxy Wife
Matt at Matt's Spanking Blog
Bbobb at Bbobb's Place
Lisa at Pleasure of Being a Spanked Wife
Sparkle at Life in Motion
Maggie at Maggie Dear
Doc at Reformations
Bethie at Spanking Bethie
Fox at Taught a Lesson
Frank at Fantastic Spanking
Chris at Chris' Firehouse
Brush at The Spanking Spot
Flinchflower at Facing Fear
Tracy at AngelBrat's Blog
I hope they got people to delurk, because, while I am very happy that some other bloggers with great sites have commented on my topic, I am also sad that I didn't get one pure lurker soul to say a word. I must be scarier than I thought! Yeah, a bit of a bitter taste, but, like I said, I am happy some fellow bloggers replied. :)
Now, Jack's question for today's poll...
Remember you don't need a blog to vote. :) Also, the results will be published on Tuesday and the last voting day is Monday.
You see, when Jack went to bed, around 12pm, I said, without anyone asking me, that I would be there 'in ten minutes'. "Come whenever you want," he said. That was too harsh to my ears. "You should have said 'good girl', not something that shows you don't care," I offered him my wise piece of advice. He didn't answer.
Smart brats shut up. Smart brats don't promise things they cannot see to. Or do no want to see to. But I ain't a smart brat. I'm just the worst brat the world has seen. Ten minutes happened way too soon. Twenty minutes... half an hour, one, two. And then I finally climbed into my warm bed, next to him. He mumbled something which made me think he was dreaming so I didn't pay attention.
In the morning my cat woke me up at twelve. It seemed that the words I missed last night were more important than I initially thought. They reffered to me getting a good spanking today. I wouldn't have believed him anyway, but just for the record, I had missed such a 'good-night' wish from Jack.
Saturday today, right? So a house that hasn't been cleaned properly for more than two weeks needs some 'scrubbing'. Which Jack reluctantly did, with his precious brat absorbed once more in her blogging adventures. I was finally convinced that I could vacuum a bit if not something else.
So you say, how did the spanking happen? My smarty comments reminded him that I have another overdue spanking. I say they are not 'overdue', they are just 'due'. I mean, if it hadn't been for the smart remark, I would have gotten away with it... again.
Forget about the belt. This time I managed not to get it. Can you feel the nostalgia in my tone? hehe He picked the hairbrush - just because it's handy - and made sure I was not going to make promises I cannot keep. It takes about 20 swats to make you wonder if you can keep a promise and a few good more - until your butt is medium-rare - to be sure about it. And an hour later you wonder if you really meant it or not. Puzzling issue.
In any case, I was very prompt to point out that not keeping a promise is something that doesn't have me directly involved, but, in this case, SpankBoss. In other words, it's his fault. Poor him. Jack didn't believe me. I did believe myself though, half way through the spanking.
But you, dear bloggers, know that it's never my fault. Instead, it's Tigger's. Mostly. I did get her a good whacking once or twice... or maybe more than that. And while I was supposed to hear, according to Dante, her cries all the way from US to South Africa, which let me tell you, it IS some distance, she never had to hear anything from me. I only hope, for the sake of her butt, that Tigger has managed to develop telepathic powers in the meantime because I have a feeling that more spankings are coming her way. hehe
That's all about my spanking.
Now let's move to yesterday's delurk day. Let me state it broad and wide that it was Bonnie's and Eva's idea - a very good one as well, and that the following blogs took part in the 'event'.
CuddlyBum at Random Thoughts from a Random Girl
Theresa at Hungry Heart Anxious Bottom
Eva at Nothing Random About a Spanking
Elis at New Beginnings
Cassie at Cassie's Space
Grace at A Day in the Life
Tiggr at A Spanking Good Time
Gem at Domestic Discipline Spanking Stories
Padme at Journey to the Darkside
Snow at Snow Wonders
Katie at Katie Spades: The Princess of Spanking
Aunty at Aunty Agony
Anne Elizabeth at Make My Cop Come
Suzy at My Naked Truth
Don at Confessions of an English Gentleman
Tulsa at Tulsa Moda
Adam at Adam's Spanking Stories
Pandora at Pandora's Blog
Lily at Life with a Bit of Spanking
Patty at Creative Spanko Wench
CeeCi at Giardino del Piacere
Mistress Sky at Mature Mistress
Ruby at Ruby Redd
Haron at The Spanking Writers
Bella at the B____ Inside
Butterfly at Butterfly Tempress
Adele at Spanking Model Speaks
Mike at Spanked Hubby
Natty at Natty's Spanking Blog
Minxy at A Spanked Minxy Wife
Matt at Matt's Spanking Blog
Bbobb at Bbobb's Place
Lisa at Pleasure of Being a Spanked Wife
Sparkle at Life in Motion
Maggie at Maggie Dear
Doc at Reformations
Bethie at Spanking Bethie
Fox at Taught a Lesson
Frank at Fantastic Spanking
Chris at Chris' Firehouse
Brush at The Spanking Spot
Flinchflower at Facing Fear
Tracy at AngelBrat's Blog
I hope they got people to delurk, because, while I am very happy that some other bloggers with great sites have commented on my topic, I am also sad that I didn't get one pure lurker soul to say a word. I must be scarier than I thought! Yeah, a bit of a bitter taste, but, like I said, I am happy some fellow bloggers replied. :)
Now, Jack's question for today's poll...
Remember you don't need a blog to vote. :) Also, the results will be published on Tuesday and the last voting day is Monday.
Friday, November 03, 2006
International Comments are Welcome!
Let me start by telling you how much I appreciate you guys for being there, even if you don't comment.
Honestly, I wouldn't have thought more than 10 people read my blog every day if it wasn't for the counter. Even so, I still don't believe too many read regularly: maybe those hits are lucky shots. :)
First time I started talking to a spanker online was in 2000 I think. Or maybe 1999. Many of you remember maybe Castle Handyman... and Charles. I was reading their stories and I was in love with them, so next thing I know, I write to the guy and praise his work. It was something natural to do and didn't expect anything to happen. What did happen, Charles and I started chatting quite often on ICQ. He became a good friend. I couldn't believe that a guy like Charles, with such a successful site, would talk to me, just someone from the virtual world... :)
My second delurk happened on SSS. I remember I emailed Pab first, telling him that my stories were not that good, that I was scared to post on SSS, and I even sent him a story to make sure it was good enough for SSS. My delurk got lots of answers. That was my second shock. SSS was so kool for me, and up to this day I am happy I opened my mouth in that group.
My third delurk was on PayPal. Everyone was having a mic and talking, expect for me. I was too shy for that. I think it took me a few good days to gather my guts and say something in my mic. But once I started, there was no stopping me. hehe
Now, why have I written all this crap? hehe Because I want you to muster you courage, if you want, and come out and play. I can figure out some of the reasons why you wouldn't want to do that. One can be that you're not in the mood, you're scared, or something similar. If you're not in the mood, ok, there's no rush, I'm not forcing anybody. If there's something else... that's not good enough for a reason. ;)
Another reason can be that your English, you think, is not good enough to post a comment. Ok, so, do you know French or Italian? Go ahead. I don't mind. I might have a problem and I am sure I have with answering in any of these languages, correctly, but I can understand them without a problem. Even German. So let's make it International, what do you say? ;) You can post both in English and in another language. That would be fun! ;)
Third reason why you wouldn't want to post: you're not from a Western country and you are afraid of the reactions of others. Why I mention this? Because while everyone is very proud of his/her country, some people are scared of what others will say if they accept they are from some normal country, some country which is not US, UK, Germany, and so on. Don't worry about that. I remember when we were on SSS, we loved people from other countries. They are even more special if they come from areas we know little about.
My last reason to help you comment today is: no matter your language, your grammar, yor country, your spanking interest, remember that we are a SPANKO Community. That's what bring us together more than any other thing related to our lives. :)
Now, if you don't know what to say in your comment, I'll give you an idea: write five things about yourself. ;) I'll start and make things easier. You can write about any shit you want. For example:
1. Jack says my feet are funny: hobbit feet.
2. I hate washing my hair, but I have to do it once a week.
3. My house is a mess right now.
4. Last night we were too tired to have sex.
5. My English has a funny accent many times, especially when I speak to Jack. ;)
Your turn! :) Amaze me! ;) Oh, you don't have to state your name if you don't want! Or... guess what! Today can be your lucky day and you can come up with a great nicknme! ;) Oh, I love picking nicknames!
Hugz!
Kay
Honestly, I wouldn't have thought more than 10 people read my blog every day if it wasn't for the counter. Even so, I still don't believe too many read regularly: maybe those hits are lucky shots. :)
First time I started talking to a spanker online was in 2000 I think. Or maybe 1999. Many of you remember maybe Castle Handyman... and Charles. I was reading their stories and I was in love with them, so next thing I know, I write to the guy and praise his work. It was something natural to do and didn't expect anything to happen. What did happen, Charles and I started chatting quite often on ICQ. He became a good friend. I couldn't believe that a guy like Charles, with such a successful site, would talk to me, just someone from the virtual world... :)
My second delurk happened on SSS. I remember I emailed Pab first, telling him that my stories were not that good, that I was scared to post on SSS, and I even sent him a story to make sure it was good enough for SSS. My delurk got lots of answers. That was my second shock. SSS was so kool for me, and up to this day I am happy I opened my mouth in that group.
My third delurk was on PayPal. Everyone was having a mic and talking, expect for me. I was too shy for that. I think it took me a few good days to gather my guts and say something in my mic. But once I started, there was no stopping me. hehe
Now, why have I written all this crap? hehe Because I want you to muster you courage, if you want, and come out and play. I can figure out some of the reasons why you wouldn't want to do that. One can be that you're not in the mood, you're scared, or something similar. If you're not in the mood, ok, there's no rush, I'm not forcing anybody. If there's something else... that's not good enough for a reason. ;)
Another reason can be that your English, you think, is not good enough to post a comment. Ok, so, do you know French or Italian? Go ahead. I don't mind. I might have a problem and I am sure I have with answering in any of these languages, correctly, but I can understand them without a problem. Even German. So let's make it International, what do you say? ;) You can post both in English and in another language. That would be fun! ;)
Third reason why you wouldn't want to post: you're not from a Western country and you are afraid of the reactions of others. Why I mention this? Because while everyone is very proud of his/her country, some people are scared of what others will say if they accept they are from some normal country, some country which is not US, UK, Germany, and so on. Don't worry about that. I remember when we were on SSS, we loved people from other countries. They are even more special if they come from areas we know little about.
My last reason to help you comment today is: no matter your language, your grammar, yor country, your spanking interest, remember that we are a SPANKO Community. That's what bring us together more than any other thing related to our lives. :)
Now, if you don't know what to say in your comment, I'll give you an idea: write five things about yourself. ;) I'll start and make things easier. You can write about any shit you want. For example:
1. Jack says my feet are funny: hobbit feet.
2. I hate washing my hair, but I have to do it once a week.
3. My house is a mess right now.
4. Last night we were too tired to have sex.
5. My English has a funny accent many times, especially when I speak to Jack. ;)
Your turn! :) Amaze me! ;) Oh, you don't have to state your name if you don't want! Or... guess what! Today can be your lucky day and you can come up with a great nicknme! ;) Oh, I love picking nicknames!
Hugz!
Kay
Thursday, November 02, 2006
What's in a Hand?
Probably not much, some would say, and then I would need to argue again.
When I was 15, my 17 year old friend told me something that back then I didn't value. Among the typical discussion about kisses and stuff, she said that whenever she meets a guy, she looks at his hands. She wanted his hands to be pretty. She didn't say in which way and I didn't care.
Until I met Jack. I saw pictures of him before I actually met him, but after I was already somewhat in love with him. And I do remember seeing his hands and getting over excited. Hell, what those fingers and hands can do to me, inside and outside. Very promissing looking for a spanking... That was my first thought.
I still think that way. I like a boney strong hand, longer fingers. Funny I should say that, right? hehe But I'm in love with his hands. :)
Of course there is no difference between hands when it comes to a spanking - a proper job is done with any kind of hand. But it's all in the mind. However, some hands can look more ominous than others, just like an implement, which even if it doesn't hurt more than others, can look meaner.
The first picture belongs to Furiozo57. The pics he has are wonderful.
When I was 15, my 17 year old friend told me something that back then I didn't value. Among the typical discussion about kisses and stuff, she said that whenever she meets a guy, she looks at his hands. She wanted his hands to be pretty. She didn't say in which way and I didn't care.Until I met Jack. I saw pictures of him before I actually met him, but after I was already somewhat in love with him. And I do remember seeing his hands and getting over excited. Hell, what those fingers and hands can do to me, inside and outside. Very promissing looking for a spanking... That was my first thought.
I still think that way. I like a boney strong hand, longer fingers. Funny I should say that, right? hehe But I'm in love with his hands. :)Of course there is no difference between hands when it comes to a spanking - a proper job is done with any kind of hand. But it's all in the mind. However, some hands can look more ominous than others, just like an implement, which even if it doesn't hurt more than others, can look meaner.
The first picture belongs to Furiozo57. The pics he has are wonderful.
Thursday, eh? Then it's Tuesday's Poll Results Time.
The question was "You hold a Halloween party and you invite some of your collegues from work or relatives. After drinking too many beers, one of them says he/she is into spanking.What do you say?"
33% said "Guess what! I'm also a spanko. This is so great!", 27% would "Become all enthusiastic about it and ask for details, without saying that they also like spanking", and the rest, as in 20% and 20%, voted for "You smile knowingly but don't say a word" and "Not much. Maybe you pretend not to hear and you change the discussion fast".
Thank you for voting, guys! If you want a clearer view of the results, click on the picture and get a better look at it. :)
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Control vs Spanking Interest
Let's have a chat on this, shall we?
Honestly, my mind was blank today on spanking issues to discuss, mostly because my real life is busy with school and work crap. But then I remembered this control and spanking stuff Jack and I talked about a few weeks ago.
Some of the normal people out there - yes, we call the "Vanillas" because they are funny individuals - are turned on by 'control' when having sex. A friend of mine stated once that her fiance looks a lot sexier and hotter when he pins her hands down and takes over, or when he ties her up. Another friend said that she cannot have a proper orgasm unless he is 'the boss' in bed. Many guys out there have the same domination problem. But when it comes to spanking... blank. Nothing happens. Maybe a few slaps on her/his ass might be arousing, but taking spanking to a whole different level and making it an erotic activity of its own is not an option for them.
Why?
For me spanking equals control. Spanking is about domination and submission. Can it be that vanilla minds view spanking as the means to get bruised? Would they like spanking if they tried it?
My answer might shock you, but I definitely think they would. If only they could take a step forward and change their views a bit, broaden their wavelengths to understand the spankos' points of view.
Maybe I am wrong. Maybe spanking is ultimately about pain. It is related to masochism, isn't it, and people who like control are not really sadistic or masochistic. But I am quite sure that in the back of their minds the word 'spanking' is lurking. Quite in the same way in which some you guys *wink wink hehe* are lurking around here... Umm, sorry for changing the subject. :)
You wonder why I bother to write about a boring topic such as Vanillas? Maybe because half of us, spankos, are into a vanilla-spanking relationship and are either doing fine, or not doing fine at all.
I am just saying that it is easier to convert a control freak of any kind to spanking than a completely normal person whose interest may lie in other fetishes, like stockings. Ok, I cannot comment on that one, since it's not my thing, but I would guess that stockings have nothing to do with control. Not on their own, anyway. I am just saying that there still is hope out there for some.
Obviously, you can get a spanking without the guy liking it, but wouldn't it be hot if he got excited during a spanking? :) Anyway, peseverance solves the problems. Usually.
I'm also going to add a link to Tigger's Wankable Wednesday. Because it's fun! :)
Peace!
Honestly, my mind was blank today on spanking issues to discuss, mostly because my real life is busy with school and work crap. But then I remembered this control and spanking stuff Jack and I talked about a few weeks ago.
Some of the normal people out there - yes, we call the "Vanillas" because they are funny individuals - are turned on by 'control' when having sex. A friend of mine stated once that her fiance looks a lot sexier and hotter when he pins her hands down and takes over, or when he ties her up. Another friend said that she cannot have a proper orgasm unless he is 'the boss' in bed. Many guys out there have the same domination problem. But when it comes to spanking... blank. Nothing happens. Maybe a few slaps on her/his ass might be arousing, but taking spanking to a whole different level and making it an erotic activity of its own is not an option for them.Why?
For me spanking equals control. Spanking is about domination and submission. Can it be that vanilla minds view spanking as the means to get bruised? Would they like spanking if they tried it?My answer might shock you, but I definitely think they would. If only they could take a step forward and change their views a bit, broaden their wavelengths to understand the spankos' points of view.
Maybe I am wrong. Maybe spanking is ultimately about pain. It is related to masochism, isn't it, and people who like control are not really sadistic or masochistic. But I am quite sure that in the back of their minds the word 'spanking' is lurking. Quite in the same way in which some you guys *wink wink hehe* are lurking around here... Umm, sorry for changing the subject. :)
You wonder why I bother to write about a boring topic such as Vanillas? Maybe because half of us, spankos, are into a vanilla-spanking relationship and are either doing fine, or not doing fine at all.
I am just saying that it is easier to convert a control freak of any kind to spanking than a completely normal person whose interest may lie in other fetishes, like stockings. Ok, I cannot comment on that one, since it's not my thing, but I would guess that stockings have nothing to do with control. Not on their own, anyway. I am just saying that there still is hope out there for some.Obviously, you can get a spanking without the guy liking it, but wouldn't it be hot if he got excited during a spanking? :) Anyway, peseverance solves the problems. Usually.
I'm also going to add a link to Tigger's Wankable Wednesday. Because it's fun! :)
Peace!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Tuesday's Poll and Happy Halloween!
Along with my wish, you can have a Tuesday's Poll. Last voting day is Thursday, November 2, 2006.
A funny clip. Nothing to do with spanking, but very funny!
Oh... forgot to add something. Poor pooor kitty... I mean TIGGER getting a bath. ;)
Monday, October 30, 2006
Friday Spanking
Sometimes it's just better to tell the story when it happens. Why? So you don't forget the details, obviously. So you can write it when you still feel hot about it.
What happened on Friday was funny. When I put on the schoolgirl uniform, to take the pictures, I had nothing on my mind, except for the pics, like I said. But after I checked them on my computer, Jack started turning off half of the lights in the house and covering the windows. Now, if Jack does that, you know what's coming...
"Stand up. I'm gonna give you a massage and I'm gonna f*ck you."
As easy as this. I tried to tell him that I wasn't in the mood for sex, but I can never refuse a massage. I walked to the bed, and he asked me to bend over and place my hands on the bed. Why would I need this to get a massage? Something was fishy, but, spanking already on my mind, I complied. I was hoping for a spanking, but not believing it would happen.
Then he faught with my skirt for a while, finally pulled it up, and started smacking my bottom. He doesn't know what a warm-up is, trust me. Spankings start with raining blasts around here. I tried to cover right away, but he managed to get me in the headspace extremely fast. He actually persuased me that covering my butt is not in my best interest after all, even if I though otherwise, and that giving me extra hard slaps doesn't bother him. He proved his point after seeing my hand leave the bed a few times. In less than a minute, I was an obidient girl. "Yes, Sir" came out of my mouth more often than necessary. I said it when he didn't ask anything, when he simply lectured me. He said my spanking was overdue.
My panties came down. I was again wearing some thin stupid stuff - I am so dumb! He slapped some more, making me turn left and right, but my hands never left the bed. Then I heard the swish, and he belt came out of his pants' loops. I got ten hard ones. He counted them and had to repeat a couple of strokes, because I was jumping forwards a bit too much - even if after each stroke, I was bringing my butt back for another stroke.
He explained to me calmly that he wasn't interested in my butt being out of reach, but being presented for his belt in the correct position. He adjusted my position: "This is what I want. Not there, not here, but right *here*. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Besides, why do you tense? You said the belt doesn't hurt, right?" "Yes... but this is different!" Of course it was. I thought it wouldn't hurt... as usual, I was wrong! But ten finished.
And he went to get the hairbrush. That thing stings! He covered my bum all around with it. He loves catching both cheeks with one hit. He said that. I witnessed it.
When the spanking was done and I was sore, he went for sex. He was damn hard! And he says sppanking is not his thing? For God's sake! If it's not his thing, why was his gun so fucking loaded? So, fingered, fucked, orgasms, oral sex, all the crap took place for half an hour. Why not more? We like quickies. hehe We are animals. By the end of it we were both exhausted.
Anyway, Jack is sick today, that is why I couldn't expand my story much. He has high fever - God knows how he caught it - but I hope he will get better soon... I'm fine, for once! hahaha
Anyway, catch ya later people. I need to take care of my baby! :)
What happened on Friday was funny. When I put on the schoolgirl uniform, to take the pictures, I had nothing on my mind, except for the pics, like I said. But after I checked them on my computer, Jack started turning off half of the lights in the house and covering the windows. Now, if Jack does that, you know what's coming...
"Stand up. I'm gonna give you a massage and I'm gonna f*ck you."
As easy as this. I tried to tell him that I wasn't in the mood for sex, but I can never refuse a massage. I walked to the bed, and he asked me to bend over and place my hands on the bed. Why would I need this to get a massage? Something was fishy, but, spanking already on my mind, I complied. I was hoping for a spanking, but not believing it would happen.
Then he faught with my skirt for a while, finally pulled it up, and started smacking my bottom. He doesn't know what a warm-up is, trust me. Spankings start with raining blasts around here. I tried to cover right away, but he managed to get me in the headspace extremely fast. He actually persuased me that covering my butt is not in my best interest after all, even if I though otherwise, and that giving me extra hard slaps doesn't bother him. He proved his point after seeing my hand leave the bed a few times. In less than a minute, I was an obidient girl. "Yes, Sir" came out of my mouth more often than necessary. I said it when he didn't ask anything, when he simply lectured me. He said my spanking was overdue.
My panties came down. I was again wearing some thin stupid stuff - I am so dumb! He slapped some more, making me turn left and right, but my hands never left the bed. Then I heard the swish, and he belt came out of his pants' loops. I got ten hard ones. He counted them and had to repeat a couple of strokes, because I was jumping forwards a bit too much - even if after each stroke, I was bringing my butt back for another stroke.
He explained to me calmly that he wasn't interested in my butt being out of reach, but being presented for his belt in the correct position. He adjusted my position: "This is what I want. Not there, not here, but right *here*. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Besides, why do you tense? You said the belt doesn't hurt, right?" "Yes... but this is different!" Of course it was. I thought it wouldn't hurt... as usual, I was wrong! But ten finished.
And he went to get the hairbrush. That thing stings! He covered my bum all around with it. He loves catching both cheeks with one hit. He said that. I witnessed it.
When the spanking was done and I was sore, he went for sex. He was damn hard! And he says sppanking is not his thing? For God's sake! If it's not his thing, why was his gun so fucking loaded? So, fingered, fucked, orgasms, oral sex, all the crap took place for half an hour. Why not more? We like quickies. hehe We are animals. By the end of it we were both exhausted.
Anyway, Jack is sick today, that is why I couldn't expand my story much. He has high fever - God knows how he caught it - but I hope he will get better soon... I'm fine, for once! hahaha
Anyway, catch ya later people. I need to take care of my baby! :)
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Tuesday Poll's and Saturday's Game Results
Now let's talk about Tuesday's Poll results. The question was "When watching a spanking vid or looking at a spanking picture, you are more interested in seeing what?". While everyone would have picked all the three answers, they had to decide.
Most of the Tops (70%) answered that they prefer looking at the spankee's bottom, and 30% prefer seeing the spankee's face during a spanking.
As for bottoms, 62% want also to see the spankee's bottom, 21% are interested in the spankee's face, and 17% voted for the spanker's face.
The results are a bit different than what I expected, especially the bottom's voting results. I thought they would score a lot higher in the spankee's face but obviously, I was wrong. hehe
So, most of us, spankos, prefer a shot of the spankee's bottom getting spanked.
Thank you for voting people. On Tuesday, don't fortget, we will have a new poll. :)
Now, the Saturday's Game Results...
Here you have a picture of the results for the first question (to see a larger pic, click on the picture):
See you tomorrow everyone! :)
Most of the Tops (70%) answered that they prefer looking at the spankee's bottom, and 30% prefer seeing the spankee's face during a spanking.
As for bottoms, 62% want also to see the spankee's bottom, 21% are interested in the spankee's face, and 17% voted for the spanker's face.
The results are a bit different than what I expected, especially the bottom's voting results. I thought they would score a lot higher in the spankee's face but obviously, I was wrong. hehe
So, most of us, spankos, prefer a shot of the spankee's bottom getting spanked.
Thank you for voting people. On Tuesday, don't fortget, we will have a new poll. :)
Now, the Saturday's Game Results...
Here you have a picture of the results for the first question (to see a larger pic, click on the picture):
The correct answer was "Kayley shows everyone the finger". hehe Here is my proof, the fourth picture of the sequence:
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About the second question, what happened in real life, here is how the voting went:
The correct answer was "Jack spanked Kayley and had sex with her". :) And an account of that will happen tomorrow, since today my post is already long enough, and I don't want to try your patience.
Guys, thanks for voting!
Now, on other issues...
I will add a new link to Domestic Discipline. The site is called Cease Resistance: Spanking Ree. It's the site of a 22 year old girl involved in a nice relationship. I think she's a bit of a brat and the way she is asking for spankings surely reminds me of myself at that age. ;) So I recommend that site.
Here's a nice spanking test in French. :) I found it on Le Journal de la Fessee. I love that site! :)
| Vous êtes fessophile à 78% |
| Ce test a juste été construit pour vous en apprendre sur vous-même. Il n'y a pas de score à battre ou à atteindre. Il s'agit juste d'un moment de réflexion personnelle. J'espère qu'il vous a été agréable. |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Fessee Test written by fessee on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test |
See you tomorrow everyone! :)