Where does the Time Go?

How well do I remember this day? Not anywhere near well enough. I am feeling needy. I was looking at the dates on our last picture taking. We have had some playtime since the last pictures (March 18, if you are interested). We have had sex since then. We have had some really good sex and some decent playtime since then...but not enough...and quite frankly, too little playtime and too little sex makes this little Plaything very very cranky. Oh, its nobody fault. We are getting older. Another kid moved home (was actually encouraged to do so, in case you were wondering). I have two jobs and a hobby that takes up an enormous amount time...and I have a boss that quite literally gives me nightmares. It isn't that he is so scary. Its that he makes me so angry. He is so unknowledgeable...and he so wants to fire me...and I'm not at all sure why but the general consensus of those that know the situation is that I threaten him...I'm not sure how. Challenge his masculinity? He would have to have some before I could threaten it. Point out that he doesn't know his job and that our training dollars are going to him in an attempt to make him at least half as knowledgeable as the rest of us? That might be part of the problem. That I have pointed out to him that I have twice as much experience and a whole degree more than he has therefore he will probably NEVER know as much I do? That could definitely be a part of the problem. The fact is, though, that he got the job, he is my boss and I have to do what he says...another point that I have brought up. The fact that he is harassing me because he can't take the heat (his errors and then his errors being pointed out to him) makes my job way more stressful than I can even begin to describe. He has no sense of humor about himself as he pointed out in one of the many letters of disciplinary action he has given me...because I made fun of him...I would have way more pride than to EVER acknowledge to a subordinate that they had gotten to me by making fun of me, but in addition to having no integrity, it seems he has no pride either. C'est le vie. I'm waiting for the rope that he is wrapping around his neck to strangle him while I watch from the sideline. And of course, this is a HUGE part of why I want to have my ass beaten from time to time. I'm not sure how all that works psychologically. I don't really even care most of the time. All I know is that after I give in, give myself over to it, let Honey blister my ass really well, fuck me like there is no tomorrow, especially if ass-fucking is in the equation, when its all over, all my bones crack and I just feel 100 percent more relaxed. Why does it work? Don't know. Don't care. But I'm in need. I'm in need of a good working over...in every way.

This is our newest and currently one of my favorite toys. Its lighter than Bruiser, MUCH lighter and it doesn't feel like its going to break anything no matter how hard Honey decides to smack with it. It makes as good warm up as it does a serious instrument. It stings and if you used with a serious wallop, it leaves all the nice feelings and bruises that a really good play time should leave behind...no pun intended. I like it best as a serious implement, I think, but I go back and forth...depends on the day and the needy factor. Today, I think I would find it quite satisfactory. Honey is pretty fond of it too although we haven't really discussed what it is he likes so much about it.

This, of course, is my absolute favorite. Its leaves wonderful marks to remember the playtime by (which I LOVE) and its way lighter than it looks. It stings, sometimes it hurts lots, but I am particularly fond of a few really hard whacks to start with from this little friend. Oh, sure, I complain. I whine, I pout but it has the oddest effect of making me want more...and harder....and more...and harder...:)
This really is Bruiser, although if I were to name it, I guess it would be Bruiser Light. It leaves bruises almost every time it is used on my bare bum and the marks are always different. I like the bruises. I have to be a bit cautious at the moment because my bum has the potential of being exposed in a semi-public arena...no, I'm not stripping but I would hate to have others see them and then have to try explain it. My brain works quick but not THAT quick.

This is my absolute favorite...anytime. Its a plastic hairbrush and especially after we have been playing for a while and my bottom has already been heated up, Honey can really take some agression out on me, on my ass, pretty much as long and as hard as he wants with this little gem. I love it. The only drawback is that it is really really really loud. I'm pretty sure everybody in the neighborhood,much less inside the house, can hear it when we use it. It has a little sting to it and it warms the bottom up nicely...really nicely. My ohsowhite ass turns bright red and looks like it has been a paddle war but it doesn't feel that way. I like the warmth. I have to say, if my bottom doesn't get just roasty enough, the sex isn't quite as good. I love feeling Honey's pelvis rubbing and bouncing against my hot and stingy bottom. Sigh...I'm getting wet thinking about it. And no fun in sight yet.

Ah yes...this is a perfect example of what a toasty needy bottom should look like. I'm sure there was awesome sex, awesome blowjobs, awesome cunninglus, awesome anal sex after this playtime. No doubt in my mind. And no doubt in my mind that it is EXACTLY what I need now. RIGHT NOW, in fact. Making love is a wonderful thing but sometimes a girl needs to be shown the love in a little different way. Give me passion anyday....hot, stingy, sweaty, wild, painful, hard, sexy, breathtaking sex...especially when I am feeling needy. Leave the quiet sweet adoring lovemaking for when I want to be cuddled, when I just need to feel the closeness. they are both good, no doubt about it, but I like the cardiosex more often than not.

Blistered Ass

Once upon a time, I used to wonder exactly where that term came from..."I'm going to blister your ass..." I was threatened often as a child, but nothing even remotely that serious EVER occurred to my ass. I thought it was just one of those exaggerations that grown ups come up with from time to time. Boy was I wrong!

I have since discovered, not necessarily by personal experience, but most definitely by watching some WONDERFUL paysites with some brave young (and sometimes not so young) women who really are getting their asses blistered. This is about as close as I get. Now...before I go any further about the brave exploits of others and the lack of ass blistering I have been subjected to, let me point out that although there are some strange little dots and such that look like blemishes or some problem with my bottom in these pictures...the only blemishes occurred due to continued blunt force contact with a paddle, cane or strap and the only problem with my bottom (other than perhaps it is a little fluffier than I like it) is that it got sufficiently beaten to make Honey, me and a few loyal readers happy. Since I have had to apply (or more accurately, Honey has had to apply) various moisturizers and exfoliators to the cheeks of my bottom, I think I can say with all sincereity that although it has been somewhat mild, my ass has indeed been blistered...and if all goes well, it will get blistered again...and in time, I truly believe that my butt blisterings, at least some of the time, will rival any girl/woman on real spankings, girls boarding school, or amatuer spankings. And as much as I enjoy reading Katie Spades stories and watching her videos, I'm sorry Doll but I know my ass can take a tougher beating almost any day (I haven't actually seen the video about the hotel room,....I really want to though). Honey and I have had some serious talks about whether Bonnie from My Bottom Smarts takes a harder butt beating than I do. I'm pretty sure the answer is yes. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Toy from Married Man's Fucktoy takes a harder beating than I do. But here's the thing...they have been doing it longer than I have. Oh, Honey and I are on the same schedule these days and I figure we need to get LOTS of playtime in in a very short time because in about a week and a half he and I will be doing something publicly for about 3 weeks that will completely do away with the ability to play out of fear of my bruises being seen. The truth is, Honey is one of the most gentle people, and especially men, that I have ever met. He would never do anything to me that would cause me pain, emotionally or physically without my consent...indeed, without my encouragement. He has been greatly enjoying all of our playing but it has been a little bit of an emotional turmoil for him as well....because you don't hurt the people you love...unless they want you to....quite the head spinner if you think about it too long. I would never want anyone to accidentally see my sometimes very bruised bottom and get the wrong opinion of him. Sometimes our mere lovemaking leaves me bruised. When I say I like it rough, I am completely sincere. Our lovemaking has been so intense sometimes that both of us required a trip to the chiropractor the next day. Of course, that hasn't always been because it was rough...someitmes its acrobatic...and its ALWAYS very lengthy. Unless I literally attack him, throw his clothes off and start take his exquisite manhood into my mouth, deep into my throat, and hold him there, only then can I encourage him to let me give him a "quickie" blowjob. Only then can I get him to stand before me and face fuck me. Only then can I get him to let loose his passion within the confines of my throat, allowing me to drink from him until the only sign of our "quickie" intimacy is the glow on both of our faces.

As a general rule, our lovingmaking takes no less than an hour from the start of foreplay to the finality of orgasm. Most often, I like to end our lovemaking with Honey buried deep in my ass, holding my asscheeks wide apart and engorging himself in the part of my body that has been molded to fit him and only him. This was for many years the peak of our "kinky" endeavors. Sometimes he would tie me up and fuck me in the ass and we considered that REALLY kinky. But now, over the last year or so, it has most definitely turned to spanking and spanking rituals. When I masturbate these days, its always to my ass being spanked hard by Honey. Not just love taps. HARD. The harder I fantasize he is beating my ass, the bigger the orgasm. It stands to reason then, that when playtime actually happens between us, I might WANT to push for harder play than we do. I WANT to push for it but being a relatively smart and logic girl, I just can't get the words to come out of my mouth most of the time. There is only so much pain I want to be subjected to but being the one of the two of us that has ALWAYS preferred the rough treatment, I can't really tell you where my pain threshold is and I know for a fact that it changes. I have told Honey before that once we set the rules for playtime (like 10 swats and then a break, etc) you can't change those rules. You can, of course, but it ends up upsetting me and I don't enjoy the experience. Since we don't punishment spank (at least not yet....I started the idea but Honey has been the one pushing the idea recently) its all about enjoyment. He can hit me hard, really much harder than I realized until we went to our spanking party, but if the rules get changed in the middle of the playtime, I can't wrap my head around it that fast. Now. if he doesn't tell me how many times he is going to swat my bottom, then that openness is left in my brain...a "just grit your teeth and take it as long as you can" thing goes on. If I am expecting 10 and suddenly I end up getting 11 or 12 swats, it unsettles the moment....I don't know...maybe its just me but it can come very close to ruining everthing.

Back to the idea of blistering bottoms, one of my very favorite and most watched scenes from real spankings is a girl, Michelle, I think...darker, long wavy hair, very tiny girl with a butt I would die to have....its soooooooooooooo tiny...don't get me wrong. My butt has been better and I think my butt has been worse...at least I have seen much worse, even in person, but this girl is young, skinny and has just the perfect, spankable butt (no, I'm not lesbian or bi-sexual...at least last time I check...I just know a spankable butt when I see one). It is in the series called Bare Bottom School Spankings. You can hear her breathing struggle and stagger and if you are the bottom in a spanking couple, or you are a bottom period, you just know the agonizing pain she is in...and how wet she most likely is. I want so much to have my butt spanked the same way! Oh, Honey has come way close on more than one occasion and I can't guarantee that Michelle just doesn't bruise better and faster than I do. A little secret that I absolutely hate to share with Honey, although I have shared....I just don't keep reminding him...is that when that first swat burns like a sonofabitch...while I'm whining, protesting, telling him I don't want to play anymore, telling him what a mean bastard he is, by the time I get all that out, I am so hot, so horny, and so ready for him to really spank my ass...and when he swats my ass 5 times at that intensity, and after we have played for a while even 10...thats it....it takes me no time at all to find subspace and want more...want it harder....to tingle with every swat, to have my brain begging to be taken in hand and really lay into the spanking of my ass....ah, but what the brain says and what actually comes out of the mouth are very different things. I know there is a point where very little noise comes out of me at all. I know I reach a point where I have to force the ouch's and ow's out because I have passed them but they are things that turn Honey on...I know have gotten into the space where I had to force them out and then Honey established a new threshold where I was once again saying them because they were involuntary responses....but that in no way means I am ready to stop. What a strange and erotic thing spanking is. Another of my favorites, though I couldn't really tell you why is some really fucked up girl named Dana who actually only get paddled over her jeans...but oh does she get paddled well. I think she has to be drunk or stoned (God forbid she is just strange) but she gets bent over to grab her ankles. Mr. Longhair who's stage name I have never picked up plants his big feet, rears back and swats her ass. It pushes her forward and she screams and grabs hold of the desk in front of her to keep from falling over. When she restabilizes, he swats her at about the same intensity again. Once again, it almost knocks her over. A third time. Once again, she falls foward and has to regain her balance...and of course, she kind of grunt/moans with each swat. This is a ten swat session so for the next seven, he places his hand on the middle of her back to steady her and begins...swat swat swat swat swat swat swat....to her steadily rising squeals of pain. Oh...I cannot tell you how that turns me on. I am wet thinking about it. It makes me want to go get our wooden paddle and wake Honey up and ask him to spank my ass just like that...blister my ass like BOTH of those videos. Alas, I won't. He has to work in the morning. Its difficult for me to ask in the most horny and masochistic of times. But our time will be coming again soon. Writing these things....its an easy for me to tell Honey what I want...but its scary writing it because I know its a matter of time before he takes me at my word. My ass tingles to be spanked as I write this. My ass thinks it needs a good blistering. My womanly parts are in total agreement. My personal preference, if Honey decides he wants to really subject my ass to the blistering I think I need, is to be taken to a local hotel room where I can let all my inhibitions down. Bend me over his lap, a chair, a bench, the bed, and spend a considerable amount of time spanking my ass with our many many many implements (which, by the way, are soon to start showing up with tales of each and every one.)

Until next time...happy spanking!

Domestic Discipline

I don't have a lot to report this weekend...much to my disappointment. The Love of My Life has been pretty laid up with his back and although he did manage to get up to give me a couple of fairly hard but short paddlings, all it really did was leaving me wanting more and feeling very disjointed. The first time he wanted me to meet him back in the bedroom this weekend, he laid a couple of really hard swats on my ass...my first thought was to jump up and plead for him to stop...My second thought was "Oh yeah...that's EXACTLY what I'm taking about...."

Since Honey is laid up and pretty heavily sedated, it has given me a lot of time to think...to consider. I don't know if I can get anyone to delurk on thiis one or not but I sure am hoping so. I have been seriously considering the DD lifestyle. Honey hadn't heard of it until I brought it up the first time. I don't know if its right for me or not and quite frankly, the idea pretty well terrifies me...but I think I like the idea. The whole concept seems like one that would work very well for me. I need structure in my life or I feel like I turn into the epitomy of the 7 deadly sins..and thats a pretty ugly thought.

I'm well over my ideal weight...and I have no discipline at the moment to bring it under control. I'm not actually fat...yet...but I certainly have the potential to become that way...and I hate it. In the past I have been able to control it on my own. In truth, I probably can again but I'm really not sure. I quit smoking this past year and have the weight gain to show for it. I don't think it has so much been a major change in diet (although it does seem I eat fairly often) but its that my body has rebelled against me so all the little tricks I used to use to lose weight that were actually healthy, or mostly healthy will no longer be tolerated by my body. Even skipping meals...I'm hypoglycemic so I get sick if I skip meals. The lettuce in the salads more often than not cause severe stomach cramps, as does tuna fish. I can eat chicken all day and all night but unfortunately, the rest of my family cannot. And its so damned expensive to eat healthy. Anyway, I think if I had someone (like Honey) to hold me accountable for watching my diet and exercising, it would make things SO much easier.

And then there is the housework. I wait like 3 or 4 weeks between doing laundry. Its a good thing we both have lots of clothes because I don't do laundry until I HAVE to. I don't clean house hardly ever and I seldom cook. So what do I do you ask? Well, I'm somewhere akin to a nymphomaniac so Honey gets fucked pretty much any time he wants...pretty much any way he wants. My personal preference is anal, as is Honey's so this is good for both of us. Most of the time I can't even cum anymore unless there is something in my ass...here's a sidethought for you....I fantasize about Honey making me wear a buttplug all night at work. I don't know if I would really want to do it, but it makes for a helluva fantasy. So back to the DD, if Honey held me accountable for chores, well...our house might actually be presentable for when people want to come over for a visit. Currently, we are in a special friends only mode...which is mostly fine with both of us because we are our best friends and don't really associate a lot with others...a very select few that we hang with outside of work.

I work. I work fulltime. Sometimes I work more than one job. Sometimes I work overtime. I work at bringing in money and often, extra money. And I go to school. Until very recently, I went to school fulltime. I got my degree and have now gone back for fun but I'm tossing around the idea of grad school. I just don't know if I'm ready to do grad school and work both. I envy those women who don't have to work. Honey keeps telling me I can quit, but I have worked my whole life so I'm afraid I would turn into the bitch from hell.

Now, Honey and I most definitely partake of spanking because we both like it. He likes spanking me, and I like him spanking me...sometimes more than other times. We use it as foreplay. In fact, I enjoy having my ass spanked while I masturbate. My most reeent masturbation fantasies aren't of Honey fucking me...at least not only that, but of Honey beating my ass...and then fucking me in the ass...but I don't always get to that last part before orgasm. I am secretly obsessed with having punishment spankings but I don't feel I'm emotionally equipped to deal with them...yet.

So here is one of the greatest questions for me. Could I actually succeed in a DD relationship. I am VERY strong willed and as much as I want the guidance, I WANT to put the decisions of the day and the lifestyle in someone else's hands, I don't know if I have the mettle to do it. I am interested in hearing from anyone who is living the lifestyle, has lived the lifestyle, would like to live the lifestyle...I would love to exchange thoughts and ideas on this one before I/we make any firm decisions.

Thanks to any and all who will respond.

The Days After...

As I'm sure you can imagine just by the very first picture, my ass is completely untouchable right at the moment. It hurts to sit when I first sit down...and of course, makes me grin. This is within the first 24 hours. The first two pictures are both within the first 24 hours. Then the pictures get really good.


My Love of course doesn't always remember that he beat my ass to a very bruised yet satisfied pulp. He likes to pat my bottom as I go by, or when he kisses me, or just whenever and sometimes his "pats" are not so gentle. Right at the moment, one of those little love taps is enough to send me soaring into tomorrow.
I know for a fact that my bottom has never been as bruised as it is this week. I LIKE it...I liked getting there. Bonnie asked me what the new spanking position for us was. I'm sure its not new to others, but I was actually on my knees in front of the headboard, with my hands perched on the headboard itself. It left the fleshiest part of my bottom a very agreeable target and absorber for the heavier implements. Being bent over touching toes or in a the doggie position can be very painful and worrisome to me because, although I have plenty of cush back there for just about anything, it all seems to disappear when Bruiser comes out to play. I'm always afraid something is actually going to get hurt and then so much for fun. I saw the position being used on Realspankings.com. I suspect it was specifically to keep their skinnier girls from being injured...and it made what used to be not so pleasant a very pleasant experience indeed...except for the ping pong paddle. It made the ping pong paddle hit in all the wrong places.
When I was looking at my bottom yesterday, I was really quite shocked. I knew I would have some serious bruising going on but this was even better than I had hoped. Its almost scary. Oh how it makes me giggle though...and arouses me to see it...and know that I was able to withstand it...not just happily, but asking for it.
I suspect it will get just a little more colorful before it starts going away. I haven't looked today. I am not as touch sensitive today as I was yesterday and day before, but I can still feel that we had a very good weekend. And it still makes me very very happy.
This one I KNEW was going to bruise...well, I didn't really know it but I was pretty sure. There were only a few whacks that landed astray but when they did, they landed in the same virgin territory...oh how it burned. Oh how good it started to feel. I don't like to be hit in this particular spot but that night...that night everything was different. And oh how I cannot wait to do it again.

A Helping Hand

Lately, it just seems like its one little stressful moment after another. The only time I find myself completely unstressed is when I am watching movies of girls getting the bottoms seriously beaten, battered and bruised...and then that gets on the stressful side because I WANT that but I really can't handle it...most of the time...but it doesn't stop me from fantasizing about it. I don't know about anyone else, but no matter how much I want to be bent over the trunk or thrown over a lap and have my ass beaten black and blue, I have a serious problem asking for it. I get butterflies in my stomach. My heart skips a beat...and no matter how hard I try, the words just won't slip through my lips. Last night, after 2 days of bad weather, constant computer problems (internet, not computer), new school woes, and never-ending job problems, I was watching my newest favorite show and watching tons of spanking movies I have saved to my harddrive. Honey got the hint loud and clear.

When I went to get ready for work, I thought he had missed it completely. I was disappointed but the butterflies started settling in my stomach. About halfway through my getting ready, I saw Honey head for the toy drawer. The butterflies started again. I thought I saw him retrieve something from the drawer and my heartbeat sped up. Mere moments later he was on the otherside of the room and his hands were empty. Once again, I was disappointed but I figured my ass was saved...quite literally. Disappointed but relieved.
Then, as I headed into the last few minutes before leaving for work, Honey popped up with some of his and my favorite spanking toys. I was thrilled. I love before work spankings...especially the ones that leave my ass all hot and stingy...and if I'm real lucky, it will hurt the rest of the night when I sit down. He told me he was going to have to make it quick. And oh yes, he certainly did. He started with the ping pong paddle...just about 20 swats total...10 on each side. It took all I had to stand still...but I enjoyed every single stingy moment of it. Then he brought out the wooden hairbrush paddle. Its thick and heavy. It hurts like nobody's business. I wanted to be hit really really hard with it over and over....but alas, the wimp in me won out. 10 times with that one and I was dancing around the bedroom holding my butt cheeks in my hands. I thought that was the end but Honey had another surprise for me. He had the cane laying in wait. I'm not a cane fan really, but whatever Honey wanted was okay with me. 5 cane strokes later, and I was ready for work. I had to take a quick peak in the mirror and was amazed at how red my ass was, so we had to grab the camera and pop off a couple of pictures before I ran out the door.

Looking at the pictures now, I am unbelieveably horny. It really does make me wet just looking at the pictures. It throws me back into the moment and makes me wish I was there again. I can hope for a repeat performance tonight...maybe a little earlier tonight so we can enjoy some twosome time....Oh that just sounds luscious, doesn't it?

What I Got for Christmas and my hopes for the New Year

The things that I wanted for Christmas this year were much like most years with just a few exceptions. Materially, I have everything I could possibly want. I have a beautiful home, I have food on my table, I have great kids, I have more clothes and shoes than any woman should have (which reminds me, its time to go through my stuff and give to the less fortunate, which I try to do every year, the Salvation Army being my personal favorite because at least in MY hometown, Goodwill charges too much for truly poor people to afford), I have stuff, you know all those goodies that a girl just can't live without but has no room for....I have a phenomenal husband (okay, maybe that isn't really a material thing but he's a touchable thing, and oh so touchable, so I'll include him). I have a good job (depending on your perspective...I have a very good paying job that I do actually love...if we could just take politics out of it...that and the boss that I have zero respect for...but we'll get to that later). So what could I ask for for Christmas?

Anything Tinkerbell, because I really am Tinkerbell...I'm just bigger now because I kept getting stepped on.

Anything Star Wars...just because I'm a Star Wars FREAK...I am particularly fond of, and this is the general order of my fandom:

1. R2-D2

2. Yoda

This may actually be a tie for a first because I really like both

3. Obi-Wan (Ewan MacGregor in particular although I like both)

4. Qui-gon Jinn (Liam Neesom is just SO do-able)

5. Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vadar (love/hate him- the young actor looks too much like my ex-husband )

6. Padme'

7. Chewbacca

8. Everyone else Star Wars...EVERYONE

Several spanking toys and spanking websites that I have had my eye on.

A really good hard Christmas spanking (imagine that...isn't that what I usually wish for?)

Well, I got all kinds of cool Tink stuff. I got 5 Tink baby tee's, a pair of Think slipper socks, a Tink lightweight hoodie. On the polar opposite, I got a Boondocks Saints (my heros) hoodie, a Boondock Saints baby tee and matching g-string and I got my Loving Man his own Boondocks T-shirt, so now he has two (his superhero's too).

I got the MOST awesome R2-D2 ever...totally interactive. He is WAY cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As I was putting together my Christmas presents for others this year, I came across a cute little bath set that I had intended to give to someone...but just HAD to keep. Before I made the decision, I actually took it apart to try it out. It included a dogleg bathbrush that gave me visions of Bonnie from My Bottom Smarts. I kept looking at that brush while I was wrapping and I finally just couldn't take it anymore. It helped too, that the particular individual that I had intended that present for is someone I don't particularly care for at work (I don't seriously dislike this person, this person is just kind of annoying) so the idea of handing off a present that this person might use in their bath after it had been secretly used to beat my ass in a most pleasureable way...well, it was amusing. As it turns out, we didn't just try it out once, we tried it out several times and then I decided I HAD to have it. It hurts like the dickens but it is such a sweet hurt...and its kind of on quiet side (as long as I bury my head in the pillows and don't groan and grunt and huff and puff too loudly). We now have a dogleg brush to add to our arsenal. I have to tell you, the drawer that we keep our "toys" in is flowing over these days. I think we are going to have to find a new drawer or expand to TWO toy drawers. I love the toys though.

As far as spanking toys, boy have I been a bad bad girl about buying this year. I got a carpet beater. I was SO disappointed! Tell me....why do they wince when getting the carpet beater across the ass. Other than the little shock that happens everytime something makes contact with my bare ass, it was just almost pointless. Not so bad for a really bruised butt when the hubby just HAS to smack around on your ass....but as far as reaching that pain high or whatever it is that I have to get to when I'm in that frame of mind...it surely isn't happening with that...but its cute!

When it comes to wishes for Christmas that don't include toys, I wish that my ass was beat this good again. Getting to this point is difficult, I admit it. I can be quite the big baby for a girl who likes to have her man whack around on her ass. I pout, I whine, I cry (okay, not really cry but I whine a LOT). Especially where Bruiser is concerned but really I like the afterburn." I don't know how to describe it and I surely don't know how to explain. If My Love were to hold me down and beat my ass like I want it done, I would be angry and we would probably never play again. I would burn all the toys and everytime My Love came near me I would be terrified. Not so good for playtime. When I am in "that mood", it seems I become completely submissive. I don't tense up after the first swat or two. I don't feel the pain as intensely as when I am NOT in the mood or in that specific submissive frame of mind. These are the times that I want to truly have my ass abused. I say abused because it is the only term I can think of to describe the "sensation" I am looking for. I don't want to be in writhing, screaming and hollering uncontrollable pain but I most definitely am looking for something more than just a few little love taps.

Last night was a prime example. I laid across My Loves lap. I was completely relaxed and ready for whatever he wanted to do..and quite possibly more than he wanted to do. I am sitting on a slightly bruised feeling bum today but I would have been perfectly happy to have him make me sit on a VERY bruised bum today. I still don't have it out of my system, as a matter of fact. I know I thought to myself for the last few days that I thought I needed to be spanked at LEAST hard enough to break the newest, thin holey paddle...and we most certainly did that. Its funny when it happens. My Love didn't seem quite as shocked or freaked out about this time. He did, in fact, show it to me and congradulated me for breaking another one (like I'm the one swinging it). I was a tad disappointed. I don't think the next biggest size will break very soon but you never can tell. I have been in a particularly masochistic, submissive frame of mind since trouble started at work. If we had no kids at home, we would have no trouble taking care of my needs, but all of my favorite implements are so noisy, I am not comfortable having my needs taken care of when they are here and trying to arrange for them NOT to be here takes the mood away completely.

This is our current arsenal..Actually, I think we have added a couple of things since this picture was taken a couple of weeks ago. Starting from the right side, we have the riding crop. I don't much care for the riding crop but much to my surprise, I have discovered that there is a certain sensuality of laying crosswise on the bed with my head hanging off the side. My Love fucks my mouth, at his own pace, using my mouth and my throat to masturbate with. This position offers the deepest and most comfortable position to deep-throat in a most submissive way while leaving all a girls "naughty bits" available for his viewing, groping and playing pleasure. Once upon a time, he decided he wanted to flog my most intimate female parts while I masturbated and gave him head...and it was FANTASTIC! Obviously, this is one of those things that takes a light touch (at least for me) to be pleasurable, but pleasurable it was and pleasurable it has been when we have done it since.

To the right of the riding crop is Bruiser. He doesn't look nearly as evil in this picture as he really is. Bruiser is about an inch thick (I think its actually 7/8 inch but who's counting). I can't tell you how long Bruiser but just think Animal House. It is a real frat paddle and it hurts like hell when swung with meaning. So much so, in fact, that I actually find myself concerned about the bones in the butt. I'm probably just being paranoid but I can't help it. That and the skin feels like its going to burst when swung in earnest. I don't like Bruiser at all, but I find sometimes there is no replacement for it either.

The little hairbrush looking paddle is a deceptive looking little thing. It is about 1/4 inch thick and hits with a thud that will rattle your teeth. That little paddle and my bottom were reintroduced last night...because it was just one of those nights. I don't generally like it much anymore (I loved it when I first got it). This is one of our very first spanking toys ever bought. It has particualr sentimental value. Its no wonder I like a harder spanking than some...I started out with harder implements.

The two spoons are stingy as can be! These two laying opposite each other are my lightest and my heaviest...side by side. There is a woman I work with who has guardianship of her retarded niece. She will threaten the niece with a wooden spoon when she is being naughty. Two thoughts always run simultaneously through my head when she tells these stories. #1: She is freak that has never been "fleshed out." With just a little direction from the right man...or maybe even woman, she could be quite the successful dominatrix....although she could probably do with some time over a particularly firm tops knee to let out the sexual beast so deeply suppressed in her (and no, she can't borrow mine...I don't care how good friends we are) and 2: I have to suppress the giggle that begins to bubble up from my stomach because while she is talking about how much a woooden spoon hurts and what a great tool it is for disciplinary reasons, all I can think about it is the erotic sting and OBVIOUS markings that are made on my ass by wooden spoons...AND WE HAVE 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sometimes nothing else will work to achieve that achy, burny feeling better than a wooden spoon.

Beside the wooden spoons is one of my newest paddles. It is tiny but it packs quite a punch. It is oak and so much heavier on the ass than it looks like it would be. My Love thought that one was a good idea last night as well. If you haven't guessed, the theme last night was hard and thuddy...I can't believe I haven't gotten into any details about it yet but we played for about 2 hours...and my ass is sore, but not nearly as sore as I had hoped. I am hoping to remedy that problem throughout the week. I am hoping to bring in the New Year with a very bruised, very sore ass.

Next to the paddle is the homemade strap My Love made for me. I like that one. It isn't particularly severe feeling no matter how hard it swings it...and He has tried to swing it hard for me. It is nice little break when we are having a really severe session. Lets just say it gives my tushy a little break while still keeping it warm and rosy. I LOVE that strap. It feels like a belt, makes me feel very much like a little girl and is as soft as it is stingy.

Moving right along, we have another wooden spoon, this one in the mid-range...not as thuddy as the really big long one and not as gentle as the light one. Just right for Momma Bear, I guess. Next to it is a smaller wooden hairbrush that hurts a lot...not an amateurs weapon and not one I would recommend starting out with...it was quite a shock when we got it home and tried it out. Save this little brush for relatively low noise, maximum pain play.

Beside the spoon and brush is another of my new paddles. It came as a set with the paddle on the other side of the homemade strap. Much heavier than it looks, very thuddy and used to my great pleasure last night upon my very needy ass. I was liking it for the very first time since we got it. My Love used it on both ass-cheeks at once. It caused a pained noise to escape my lungs and lips and I very much enjoyed it. I think it might be a keeper after all.

Ah...we come to the ping pong paddle, AKA a table tennis paddle. This one came in a set and I suspect that one day it will break, so the second will be most useful at that time.I LOVE the ping pong paddle...I do NOT love the noise associated with it. Actually, that isn't entirely true. I do like the noise but its not good for kids in the house. It is very loud, very light, very stingy. My Love can lay some pretty hard swats on my ass with this paddle and keep on going. It will make me dance around some because it is definitely stingy but I like this one. This is one of my consistent favorites and on those nights that I want a sting that will carry with me for a while, this is the perfect tool. It brightens up the ass for My Honey's visual pleasure, causes a great deal of heat to be radiated and really, the pain is most tolerable. I think we will have to have one of these around for good.

The square hairbrush is another of my favorites for all the same reasons as the ping pong paddle. Nice rosy cheeks, stingy ass, minimal pain. Love, love, love these two. I saw some videos from Girls Boarding School where both were used and just HAD to try them out. That man looks like he really gives it to the girls hard and their asses turn all shades of red. I now know exactly what they were feeling and can say I have at least been close to being paddled as much as hard. I like it. Keepers, both of them, good for the beginner and the experienced spanker and spankee.

The next two paddles are also special paddles. My Love made them both for me. One is skinny and one is about 1/2 thick...maybe only a quarter. They are both very light hitters obviously the really skinny one being the lightest touch. We were playing with them last night when the skinny one broke. I was disappointed but it was too light a hitter anyway. I like the heavier one better. My Love can use it on just cheek at a time or both cheeks depending on his mood. I now have 2 late great holey paddles and can say that My Love has broken implements across my ass. We have decided that he isn't going to make any holey paddles that skinny again because they just can't hold up under the strain. He likes to hit hard and I like to be hit hard (sometimes) and we need something that can hold up to our needs. We still haven't found anything that leaves bruises like the first late great paddle but we are still looking.

It seems I made an error. The end implement is the homemade strap I mentioned earlier. The implement I thought was the homemade strap is actually a long skinny paddle that I think they refer to as a shoehorn paddle. I don't like it. We don't use it often. About the only time we do use it is when we are having one of those nights that we decide to try every implement we have on my ass. I find nothing enjoyable about it and it doesn't even leave nice marks.

Across the top of all the other spanking tools are our two canes and the leather heart paddle. The leather heart paddle is just a joke. Great for those that THINK they want to play but don't want to experience any pain while engaging in the sado-masochistic, dominant/submissive scene. Its just a toy. The canes....well, canes are canes. The school cane is quiet, mostly, but YEOWCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Not too bad with the first swing, most of the time but 2 or 3 into it and you know why it was used as a disciplinary instrument. Hubby really likes the cane. He likes the "stripes" it leaves...and I love him so I grit my teeth and let the rattan fly. Occasionally, even I want that feel but usually its just for his benefit. The little cane, I think it was advertised as a "pocket cane" or something like that...with enough repeated use, and really really hard, there is a little cane'ish feeling, but its mostly just a toy...or maybe its a nice break. I'll take it over the real cane anyday. I have watched some videos where some poor young girl is bent over and usually a female is wailing away on her ass (and sometimes thighs) with a cane and all I can think of is "YEOWCH...how can she just stand there??????????????????" Brave, tough young girls. I am envious.

Normally, I am one of those "kickers." As the pain increases, I start kicking, I start trying to cover my assaulted areas with my hands...you know, all those things little girls do...run around in circles, say no no no no no no. It just so happens that on Christmas, as I was serving out an undeserved day of suspension at work (different story all together), there was no kicking, there was no guarding my ass. I was completely relaxed. I was completely submissive. I was completely ready for any kind of abuse My Love wanted to inflict upon my bottom...I welcomed it...I craved it. I think he enjoyed the total submission too. I so seldom can completely give myself up without a fight, without some complaint. I layed across My Loves lap and I left up to him what he would spank me with, how hard he would spank me, how long he would spank me. Because of my recent frame of mind, I have needed My Love's heavy hand to help me relieve my stress and my agression as well as his loving support. The spanking is a form of support, I suppose and I don't really think My Love knows just how much he really does for me. He knows it helps but I think he sees it as a playful kind of therapy. Its not. It often keeps me from blowing up at work, especially when I have to deal with stupidity of the most unimaginable nature. I like to spanked not just for pleasure, which it definitely is but for much more emotional reasons. I don't have to understand them and neither does MyLove. The mere fact that we are both aware they exist is enough...at least for now. Finding a way to let My Love know when I need something of the more intense type, that is a trick we are still working on. I can't just bring myself ot hand him an implement and tell him "beat my ass as hard as you can." I have tried saying it when we are together, but I can't say it loud enough most often for him to hear me and its hard enough to make myself once...I cannot usually repeat myself...and it takes too me too much out of the space to say it. So I must find another way.

As I write this, we have made a quick trip once to the bedroom for him to treat me to the ping pong paddle. My subspace is not what it was yesterday but it is still there. He has already dragged out Bruiser and informed me that I will be visited by it before work tonight. I'm not thrilled...or am I? I won't like it while its being used, but I will like it later tonight when I'm feeling the effects...besides we have SO much spanking to do by the first if my ass is really going to be bruised to my satisfaction for the New Year!

A Spanking Good Time

We have, of recent, been having quite the spanking good time. Everytime I post pictures, they are pictures within the last 24-48 hours. Quite often it is right after a spanking, as you can tell by the glowing red buttocks. These pictures are after last nights proper paddling. It turned into a pretty humorous and quite fun little romp, although not so much of the sexual nature as just a good time. My Love decided to give me a little something to go to work on. He brought out our hairbrush (one of my very favorite implements) and one of the newest homemade holey paddles, the thicker one, I think but I'm really not positive. He gave me what he calls a warmup. A warm up from My Honey means ten or more pretty powerful smacks on my poor innocent ass. It smarts to say the least. Well, at about 10 I was ready for him to stop...which he didn't do. I began to protest...my tolerance is for barely 10 and he wasn't even slowing up. Finally, after I don't know how many more swings, he stops and laughingly tells me "Trust me. You'll appreciate the warm up soon..." At this point, I go into fight or flight mode...actually, I think I was in fight AND flight mode. I began protesting in a most serious way. Having been on the receiving end of Bruiser more than once when Honey decides he's feeling a little sadistic, I was ready to give up all play. You know, willing spankee or not, there are some things you just shouldn't say before you start walloping someone.

So...the fight was on. I lost. Three firm smacks into the losing battle, Honey tells me if I don't stop fighting, its just going to get keep harder. So I gave up. Actually, the second level of my of late nightly spankings was not so bad (comparatively), it was what he said that caused all the commotion. Having never fought My Love before when you wanted to smack around on my ass, after all was said and done, we both decided it was kinda fun. He has never "manhandled" me before, and I have never fought him before. I have always been a willing participant to pretty much anything he wanted to do or try. Later in the night we were talking about it, giggling about it and both decided we kinda liked that. Not something to do everytime, of course, and I'm probably in for a world of hurt because of it, but it was a nice change of pace. And as you can see from the pictures, I took a pretty resounding paddling. It all made for a pretty pleasant send off to work.

One Night in a Heaven aka hotel

Finally, after weeks and weeks of trying and not succeeding, grown kids coming and going, unbelievable stresses at work, bullshit so deep we are drowning, we FINALLY got ourselves a room here in town. We ran away from the kids, ran away from life as it were, and decided to recoup, just the two of us, to a solitary retreat where we could relax, we could make noise, we could do whatever we wanted in totall nakedness, if thats what we decided. We packed up a few of our favorite toys and went to check in. For the first time ever, they asked what our purpose was. Not just personal or business. They wanted more. For just a second I thought we were in a time warp. I have NEVER been asked that question before...anyway, I tgave an honest answer because I am just that way. I told the little clerk girl "We are escaping from children" The clerk looked at us funny for just a second or two and thn made up something. My husband was less than impressed...in fact, he was kind of pissed off because he was convinced that they didn't believe we were married. It was really very cute. Anyway, we got checked in and here is me feeling like Scarlett O'Hara after Rhett takes her whether she wants to be taken or not...and obviously she was quite happy about it. As I recall, he also threatened to spank her shortly thereafter. If he had, they probably wouldn't have had nearly as much trouble as they did.

Let me introduce to you to my toys. These are my current favorites although they change constantly. On the far left side is a hairbrush. I saw these two different girls get their asses beat in kinds of red on Girls Boarding School. This has been one of my fantasies about going to hotel room ever since...but you gotta be able to kick and scream a little if thats going to happen. Its a singy little bugger and turns your ass red really fast, but my goodness is it loud. This hairbrush was a very good buy. Nex to their hairbrush is the late favorite, homemade paddle with holes that was recently murdered across my ass. I loved that paddle. Many firsts in that paddle. And since its demise, I have become even more convinced that that particular Daddy's helper was the source of the bruising I had been experiencing. I have had my ass beaten almost eery day this week because of work problems (a whole different story) and there are no bruises like the late, great homemade paddle. It will be missed. Next to the late, great is the very first paddle I ever bought. It is a hairbrush paddle. It mis made of this beautiful redwood, is pretty thick and is shaped like a hairbrush. It used to also be my very favorite but times change. And last but not least is the homemade strap my Baby Doll made for me. What can I say about this little charm. It has all the benefits of a belt but feels like you are welted and marked by silk. Its so soft yet fully beltlike...there is no way really to describe it but its nice.

The night had so much potential, I think both of us were afraid we would be let down. We dined at a nearby restaurant, came back to the room and rested for a bit and then we began to play. I think perhaps one of the most difficult decisions. The room had all the accomodations we were looking for: a wonderful bed, lots and lots of pillows, a bench at the foot of the bed that had possibilities limited only by ones imagination, a chair and a desk. I had hopes and plans for each and every one of them...and each and everyone of them because useful to us before the night was over...except the desk. We ran out of steam by then,

We started out playtime with both of us naked and me laying across my loves lap on the bed. What a wonderful beginning to an even lovelier evening. The late wooden paddle and my ass met several times, along with my love's hand, the hair brush and the strap. After much pinking of my bottom, when I needed a little break, my love would play with me. And oh how he knows just how to play. Between the spanking and the playing, I remember somehow ending up on all 4's in front of him. I asked him to masturbate while spanking me. This is one of those things that really really turns me on. My Love, always eager to please, was happy to oblige, It wasn't long before both of us were reaching the point of no return. Once he entered me, the lovemaking was hot, passionate, hard, loud...he tried to pull out to prolong the act, but I grabbed him by his arm and begged him to come. His body rubbing against my freshly spanked ass was just too much and I needed him to finish. We both had mind-blowing orgasms...but that was just the beginning.

This is how my ass looked after the first go round. I discovered that I like being able to really see what my bottom looks like when we have finished playing...and for several days thereafter. What I had told my Love Man before we went to the room was that I wanted my ass to bruised like it had never been bruised before. Make the cost of the room worthwhile. This isn't bad. Nice pinkish tones...I think some of the bruising was from another time but I am always amazed at how quickly everything quits hurting.

Round 2 was way more active in the spanking area.

We started that round off on the bench. It was sweet. It was the first time we got to come close to a traditional OTK spanking. I can understand all the hype. It still wasn't exactly the way I see it in my mind. If you have ever seen Girls Boarding School videos, WOW! They do OTK like I have never seen before and it really really turns me on to watch. He has down pretty good. The kicking spankees legs get hooked under the spankers legs, he grabs hold of the waist and he wails away on a bottom like there is no tomorrow. Hehehehehehe...just what I wanted...and as much as I could handle it, it is exactly what my Love gave me. My Baby Doll beat my ass good and proper the second time around. Oh, he still played with me in between, he gave my bottom massages when he knew I had reached my pain tolerance until I was ready to go more. We spent hours spanking and play, spanking and playing, spanking and playing. Toward the end, as I was bent over a chair take swats from the now deceased holey paddle, My Baby Doll told me he was going to give me a punishment style spanking. OH MY GOD...I lasted out exactly one swat. He had to lighten up much after that....but I do foresee more in the future. Being the big sissy I am, and since we don't do punishment spanking for real, it is something I will have to build up to....but I'm certainly happy to try...and the occasional ungodly hard swat can be quite...sensual...once I take my hands off my ass.

This is an example of what that sweet, innocent looking hairbrush can do to a womans buttocks. Oh sure, it wasn't JUST the hairbrush, but I assure you the hairbrush and my late, great paddle had much to do wth my looking like this...and this is after lovemaking. I wanted pictures for my sake. I think my bottom is definitely approaching the girls bottoms when they finish with them at Girls Boarding School. If you have never seen one of the their videos, they are worth catching a glimpse of. They seriouslly beat some ass and they use all my favorite implements. I still kind of cringe when I look at this picture. We took some others too and I used the picture of a couple of days after this in the R.I.P post to my paddle. You can rest assured this one hurt as much as it looks like it did, and I loved pretty much pretty much every second of it.

Tonight, we have yet another implement to try out. I have been wanting a table tennis paddle for a while now. My always willing to please love of my life bought me one today. We tested it out earlier today. Oooooooooooo...its not a perfect replacement for the late, great paddle but I think its going to be quite the hot item in our bedroom for a while.

Oh, and I was right about Bruiser. Bruiser and my ass had meetings almost everyday this week. Man that thing hurts. The most I have been able to handle without a pretty sizeable break in between is 4 swats and I wasn't happy about that at all. I think the new paddles may alleviate some of Bruisers use (although it always seems to find its way out of the drawer and onto my ass during our weekend sessions). Thats okay. If My Honey likes using it that much, I can learn to grit my teeth and bare it....literally.

I'm out of here for now. Got that new toy that has been waiting too long already!

R.I.P. First Homemade Paddle

Well, this is a first for us. I have been having a very very stressful time at work. Stress translate into sexual energy for me and I have felt the need to be spanked lately...a LOT. I'm just now getting brave enough to ask a little more often. I asked a few days ago when we went to the hotel room. That was great. I asked last night before I went to work. Ouchy. But it was good. I asked again this morning. I am trying to learn to be tough so when he said he was going to give me 5 swats with the homemade holey paddle, I didn't argue it. It was painful but it was good. He liked the nice warmth and red glow he had created. But then he decided it wasn't quite enough. He thought I needed a couple more swats on each side. Who was I to argue? I asked for it...the rest of it is up to him. He swatted my left side 2 more times. I clenched up but I survived it. Then he gave me two more swats on the right side. I'm pretty sure he had more swatting in mind but suddenly I hear "Oh my God!" coming from behind me. I didn't know what to think, having never heard that particular tone before and especially when he has one hand on my shoulder to hold me down (which usually means I'm going to be hurting) and the other hand is wailing away on my ass. I stood up to look. Lo! and Behold! He broke the paddle on my ass! This is the first time that this happened to us. I think it scared hubby just a little. I was kind of excited. But now... we have to get another paddle with holes in hit. This, I have a feeling, means that Bruiser and I are going to be getting to know each other very well between now and then. My Honey sure loves Bruiser. I'm getting used to it. I know what to expect most of the time. I have to admit, when my love drags out Bruiser, I get a great sense of dread. As I bend over, usually over the trunk in our bedroom, I am mostly okay...apprehensive but okay...Once he places the palm of his hand on my back, I get really nervous. This always means the swats are going to be hard. I'm such a wimp and such a dichotomy. On the one hand, I always beg him to stop, at the very least give me a little break every 3 swats or so before going on,which he kindly allows me. On the other hand, I WANT that God awful pain that makes me want to leap out of my skin. Even when I'm pouting and telling him its too much, just those little breaks for him to massage my ass until the overwhelming sting eases just a little is usually enough and then I want more. And more...and more...good thing we are still experimenting. My heart is broken over that one. But I'm awfully proud of it too. You will see its not a deadly paddle, not like Bruiser, but it was certainly a formidible one and I'm going to miss it much...I have begun to look for possible replacements that my Love can alter to my (and his) satisfaction. See what a fine job my little buddy, my sweet gift from my husband did? And why is my right cheek bruises so much better than my left? Honey has even tried concentrating on my the left side (which I wasn't very happy about) to try to even out the bruising but it just doesn't work that way. Anyway, like I said earlier, this probably means Bruiser is going to be brought out even more often and the marks aren't nearly as varied and Bruiser hurts a lot more. Oh well, just a really good excuse to buy a new spanker toy!

A picture tells a thousand words part 2

Okay...so it took me a while but I finally fiqured out what the problem was. As you can see, we had a VERY nice time. After my honey read the blog where I said he was really easy on me but I didn't really want him to be, I was pretty much afraid to let him get ahold of my butt again. He kept saying "You LAUGHED at me...I can't believe you LAUGHED at me." I assured him that I wasn't laughing AT him, just making an observation. Being the big chicken that I am before I let him do anything to me at all, I made him promise not to hurt me...which of course he couldn't do because what would be the point if there was no pain involved? I gave in and said "Okay...well, no more so than usual...."

Being the loving man that he is, he agreed...mostly. As you can see, it wasn't all that bad. We were actually trying to figure out where some of the bruising comes from. Believe it or not, it looks way worse than it was...or maybe I just don't feel it so much during the course of "things". Anyway, it was blast and the after effects were way better. I found myself clinging to my husband in ways than I haven't in quite some time. It was amazing when we moved from the spanking to the loving...actually, I guess its all loving in the way we do it but this was just so much better than usual.

This is my favorite of the pictures. It is the one that most accurately depicts my butt in color, shape and bruising...at least in my mind. Some of the bruises I have found absolutely baffling. I can't imagine where they came from. I still don't necessarily understand the psychology of why I like having my ass beaten by husband, particularly by different rather hard instruments, but for now at least I've decided I'm not going to worry about why and just indulge in the favorable sensations. I do like it. It hurts like a sonofabitch, and I get mad at him sometimes for going farther than I want him to but really, I love every bit of it. Especially afterwards. I pout, I huff, I act all bent of shape...and then he goes down on me...

And then when he makes love to me...well, he can beat my ass all he wants if we keep having orgasms like that.

Just as a little preview....this past weekend, enough was enough. We stole away finally to a hotel room, which has been really scary to me because my loving man knows that I have wanted to be somewhere that I can make much pain noise and him still keep smacking...total loss of control on my part. In fact, I told him I wanted both my ass cheeks to be more bruised than they have ever been by the time we left the hotel...or at least the potential of the worst bruising ever....and this weekend, we got the room....

Until the next post...

Now if we can just get rid of the kids more often.....

Blog of Interest

Since my Baby Doll and I haven't been up to anything at ALL waiting for a little healing to occur and because it has been a really unusual week with mixed up schedules, job interviews and the not, I decided to share some of my favorite blogs.

One of the ones that I read almost daily is, of course, Bonnie's blog: My Bottom Smarts. This is such a cute blog. It is almost entirely dedicated to spanking experiences and is completely dedicated to the Spanko world. Little does Bonnie know some of best fantasies have come from her stories. One of my absolute favorites is about her and her husband Randy having a quickie spanking. I know from my own new experiences that spanking without sex just isn't the same...it leaves a girl feeling like something is missing. Bonnie and Randy found themselves with a few minutes alone (and for most of us parents that can be SUCH a rarity), she was on a lunch break (if I remember the story correctly...I know she had to get work) and the moment they realized the were alone, they raced up the stairs to help get Bonnie's thought processes on track. Randy paddled her with what I picture as a fairly good sized paddle, probaby something similar to the one we in this household refer to as Bruiser. I plan on posting some pics of our toys soon but I haven't had the chance to photograph them yet. I digress. Bonnie was wearing a dress so once they got upstairs, she bends over, Randy very sweetly takes the time to lift her dress and slip off her behind and proceeds to give her about a dozen hard whacks. She was pretty satisfied with that (and I must Bonnie, if you read this, I am jealous that I cannot go twelve hard whacks with Bruiser...I'm lucky if I make it through 3 and by the 4th one, I'm not a happy spanko-girl anymore), but Randy didn't think her thoughts were together quite well enough. He tells her to stay put, he runs off and comes back with their favorite hairbrush and proceeds to whack around on her ass until it is nice and red and warm. Bonnie is, of course, more than ready to proceed on to the rest of what is supposed to accompany a good spanking, but Randy, being the kind and sensitive soul that he is, kisses her and tells her she doesn't have time for that and scoots her out to door so she won't be late (or should I say later) for work. Needless to say, poor Bonnie thinks of nothing but sex the rest of the day but has a "warm and rosy" feeling to carry her throughout her day. I love reading Bonnie's blogs because they are full of humor and love and it makes a spanko-gal think maybe she isn't so strange after all. My Loving Man has become quite the fan of Bonnie's also.


Then there is the polar opposite of the loving and humorous Bonnie's blog. The other one that I read most often is called "A Married Man's Fucktoy" http://marriedmansfucktoy.blogspot.com. I have to admit, the thing that has drawn me to this blog is morbid curiosity. Everybody is entitled to their own kink and thank God we live in country that can handle that (sort of). The writer is very creative, and she has way with words. I found in the first couple of days that I was reading that I would be going along reading an entry and be thinking things like "Okay....thats cool" and "Oh that is really hot!" and then I would keep reading. By the time I got the end of some of the posts I would be thinking "Oh my holy God...is she crazy?" and "That isn't love...that's just straight up sadomasochism." Of course, I couldn't stop reading either. I finally figured that although a great deal of this blog is real (pictures and all), a fair amount of it is fantasy as well. I was pleasantly surprised to hear that none of her bruises show (except on the seldom occasion that something bizarre and unexpected has happened) and there is no permanent scarring or marks other than tattoos and piercings, which means it may be extreme, but it isn't insane. I find myself asking questions of myself and my Love like "What is the difference between what they are doing and a subservient wife?" and "How is that terribly different from what we do?" If you read the blog, you may think that means we get into some extreme stuff too and maybe we do, but I don't really think so, or at least I didn't until this week...but really, it was just all sex...endorphins made me forget about most of the pain and it was just good, consensual sex play. Anyway, I digress again. They are playing Master/Slave. She calls him her owner. She never capitalizes I when referring to herself. She likes to be humiliated. I don't like that personally. If I feel humiliated, the sex has probably just ceased. But the blog is good, interesting, occasionally, at least for me, thought-provoking and really well written. This isn't some dumb bimbo with no self-respect that is writing the blog. She is very creative and her writing is surprisingly poetic...considering the content. She gets her fair share of crap from people that understand and think she needs a psychiatrist, and maybe she does, but who are we readers to judge? Why are they continuing to read if they are disturbed about what she says? The single thing I have not been able to figure out is whether or not the fucktoy and her Owner are married to each other...I think it is a very good possibility.

So, I'm always looking for new blogs that can keep my attention, which is a much harder prospect than you can imagine. If you link from here to either of those, I'm sure you will be entertained, if that is the right word.

So I'm off for now. Next update of our own experiences I hope will be soon. I think my backside is just about healed enough to play again. Its still bruised and quite colorful but it doesn't scare me to look at it anymore...so I'm ready to play some more. And my Honey is ALWAYS willing to accomodate my playful moods.