The Spirit is Willing but My Body Won't Cooperate

Hey one and all,

I am sorry I have not been posting as much as I usually do but my body is acting up and not in a good way. So I haven't forgotten all of you but trying to get around to other blogs is very hard right now. It is difficult to sit up and type. Hopefully things will ease up very soon.

Take care one and all,

Purple Angel

Why? Oh Just Because

I think Just Because spankings are the best idea anyone has ever come up with. I mean after all it is the simplest reason for getting or giving a spanking.....Just Because.

So I wonder how many Just Because reasons there are for a spanking

Just Because I am awake and breathing.

Just Because the sun came up at the correct time.

Just Because I feel a brat attack coming on and I want to avoid it.

Just Because my bottom is cold and needs to be warmed.

Just Because nobody makes my bottom as pretty as you do.

Just Because I feel like screaming and I need you to stop me.

Just Because I am trying to cut back on junk food and this is my reward.

Just Because...do I really need another reason?

So do any of you have Just Because statements to add? I would love to read them. Why? Oh I don't know...just because.

Cooperation During Punishment

I totally agree with the concept about taking orders during punishment spankings. I always have and I always will. That is never a time when I question what I am asked to do or argue a point. If I have done something wrong I have entrusted that person to decide what I deserve. If I don't trust him with that choice he shouldn't be spanking me in the first place. However, I should note that I don't agree to that type of relationship with mean or cruel Tops. I don't believe that is what I need to help with changing behavior. All that does is frighten and intimidate me.

I know other bottoms have looked at me as though I were crazy when I tell them that I don't ever lie not even by omission. After all the point is to help me make better choices in my life. If I am not honest how can I expect to get any help? That just makes no sense to me. So I don't ever need to worry about someone else "telling" on me, I do that by myself.

Now I do have to admit to being embarrassed at times. I don't like my body and when I have to undress fully to be punished I am embarrassed. I never refuse or even hesitate but it embarrasses me. I also know if I were placed in the diaper position or told to get in that position I would most certainly do it, but I am pretty sure I would feel some embarrassment. It is the idea of being so completely vulnerable and exposed. That is part of the punishment and I accept that.

And you can complain all you want about the pain. But as much as it hurts I so long to feel that tingle/sting after the spanking and aftercare. And I do expect to get and give aftercare. I want the person who spanked me to know how much I appreciate the gift of caring they have given to me. This is what I need and this person is willing to administer what is necessary. Aftercare also reassures me that I am forgiven and the slate is clean. It is a chance to start over again.

So the question I get asked alot is this; if you like being spanked than don't you do things wrong just to get spanked? No I don't do this. And the reason I don't is that I feel very bad about letting myself and the person spanking me down. Also there are other types of spankings that are so much more fun. As long as I can get spanked for fun and sensuality I don't need to be bad to get what is good.

Back to the Therapy Couch

It was such a delight to have my "older brother" here last week. I don't get to see him very often so each opportunity is wonderful.

After we had talked awhile about his trip I found myself looking down at the bedspread as I got a lovely good girl spanking. I am never sure with those spankings what is better, the spanking part or the caressing part. In any case, I found myself taking a trip to sub space. Tht is always fascinating because you know you are being spanked and your bottom hurts but those brain chemicals just make you feel as though you are somewhere else, perhaps in a galaxy far, far away,lol. Oh yes, that was such a pleasure.

Afterwards we had a cuddle and both dozed off. I often take a nap after a spanking, it just makes me so sleepy. We do not have a sexual relationship but we both are into hugging. Actually I hug all my friends and family. Affection is very important to me.

This time around I made dinner for him instead of going out. I loved cooking it and he certainly seemed to love eating it. It did my Jewish mother's heart good. I love cooking and feeding the people I love. After dinner we went for a walk to the frozen custard shop(the real thing by the way).

By the time we got back it was definitely the moment for a serious discussion. I had been feeling terribly stressed out from a number of events in my life. My relationship, the death of a good friend, being rude to my partner from frustration and just a number of issues weighing on my mind. Now my big brother knows very well what his little sister needed. He knew I did not need to be punished, I really had done nothing to be punished for. But I did certainly need a trip over his knee on the therapy couch. We had discussed it before he got here and agreed it would probably help a great deal.

The biggest issue is my relationship with my partner. I am not going to go into details but it does have some truly stressful aspects to it. He helped me undress for the spanking and then asked me to tell him what it was that I needed to be spanked for. He was very gentle about all this, well actually he always is. But I could tell there was no disciplinary tone in his voice. He was wanting to help me get some of this out of my system.

He had me lay over his lap and I took a pillow to cry into because I knew this would release a great deal of emotion. He talked to me as he rubbed my bottom. We discussed the different situations and why they were causing me such stress. But surprisingly he focused on my rude remark to my partner. He asked me how I felt about this and I honestly answered that I felt terrible. Here was this lovely man already in a dreadful situation and I lose my composure and talk to him in such a way. ( truly what I said was relatively mild but it is how I saw it that mattered). My brother asked if I wanted to be allowed to speak to him this way and, of course, I answered no.

He began paddling me with my purple paddle, not too hard but I could certainly feel the sting. He had restrained just my hands so I would not put them in the way of the paddle or other implements. I could feel the emotion rising in me very quickly. Oh how I needed this. The paddle began to fall with more force and in fast smacks one on top of the other. It stung so, that I could feel the floodgates opening. For once in my life I gave it up immediately. I did not try to hold back at all. I began crying and sobbing. Each time he asked if this is what I needed, I didn't hesitate to say yes. I repeated that I never wanted to be allowed to take to my partner this way for any reason. I laid my head on the pillow and cried.

The spanking continued, and I once again felt myself giving in. I never pulled away, tried to kick my legs away or move out of position. He stopped using the paddle and rubbed my bottom for awhile telling me how proud he was of how well I was handling this spanking. One thing I totally appreciate about the two men in my life is they are strict but never mean to me.

As my spanking continued with the bathbrush I simply sobbed into the pillow. It truly hurt my bottom but it also was doing a great deal of good for my heart and soul. The last ten spanks were very hard but then it was over.

Now I am also lucky that both men in my life believe in and understand aftercare. He immediately released my wrists and held me very close soothing me. After I started to calm down he rubbed a cooling lotion into my bottom and then held me close once again. My brother always talks to me about how proud he is of my willingness to take the spanking I am given. He also praises the fact that I am always honest and never lie to get out of anything. But he is most impressed with what he calls bravery. He thinks bottoms are extremely brave to offer up their backsides with such trust, knowing it is going to hurt.

As I thought about that I realized how much of this is based on so many trust issues. Trust that the Top won't injure you, trust that the Top knows you and your needs, trust that the bottom will honestly discuss what they have done or need, trust that the bottom will accept your decisions. So much trust....its amazing that anyone ever goes through with this. But I know I will again and again. The relief I felt after it was over was incredible. Now please understand this was not punishment and didn't feel like punishment. But it provided what I needed to, at least temporarily, let go of some of the stress.

Our visit was lovely indeed. He is a wonderful brother and friend. I am a lucky woman to have such friends in my life. And don't misunderstand me, I went through years of therapy, I am not putting it down at all. It helped me immensely. But, for me, there is nothing like the therapuetic release of a spanking meant for that purpose to free me from some of the emotions that choke me up.

Who Should be Spanking Who?

Just dropping by to share what I thought was a pretty funny cartoon although in my opinion the positions should be reversed.

These next two days are a Jewish holiday so I won't be posting.

Thanks to all of you, however, that have been dropping by my blog to read and/or comment. I truly appreciate it.

And when I return I can share the "tail" of my older brother's visit this past week which will definitely include the spankings I "ended up" receiving.

Take care one and all

The Teacher Learns a Lesson-M/f spanking fiction and fantasy

This story has some explicit sexual content, just in case you don't care to read that.

I knew when I had started the rumors that it really wasn’t wise, but someone had to get rid of the bozo running our school. So I casually let it be known, that I had heard, and of course I hoped no one would repeat it, that he was gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that, oh of course not. Just that I hoped no parents found out.
Evidently from the note I had received, word of this rumor had circulated back to Mr. Boz…umm Mr. Boseman. Waiting in his office after school made me feel slightly ridiculous but it also gave me time to figure out what I was going to say. I knew I had better have my words in place, he could be very intimidating. That was only one of the reasons I couldn’t stand working for him. The other one was his infuriating attitude towards women. The condescending politeness, overbearing and ridiculous protective rules such as not letting us work in the building alone at night. What was this, the 50’s? As I sat I seethed and thought of what I would say to him.
My foot tapped impatiently as I heard his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Suddenly the air in the room felt warmer and stuffier and my impatience began to beg for some extra time to put my thoughts together. But at that point he walked in the office and time was definitely up.
I sat up straighter in my chair and composed myself as he walked in and seated himself behind the desk. I had to admit he was a very good looking man, tall and imposing with silver hair and a very appealing smile. However, he was not smiling at the moment.
He cleared his throat. “Ms. Smith, it has come to my attention that some very unsavory rumors have been circulating through our school community.” Good grief he wasn’t wasting any time. “Furthemore Ms. Smith, on investigating the source of these rumors they always seem to come back to you. Now I would like to give you a chance to explain your part in this or whether I have my information wrong. But I will tell you this, you have been overheard telling this to others at least six times that I am aware of. Have you any explanation?”
I stared back with no expression on my face. “Well Mr. Boseman I have no idea what rumor you are speaking of. I certainly haven’t heard any.”
“No you haven’t heard any, you have started them. Hmm so it seems you are willing to lie as well to get out of this.” He handed me three sheets of school letterhead. My hands shook slightly as I read the three affidavits from people I hadn’t even spoken to who had overheard me talking to others.
I tossed the papers down on his desk, “These prove nothing, its my word against theirs.”
“That would be true if I weren’t one of the people who overheard you when spreading these vicious lies in the lounge. I happened to be in the rest room, young lady and heard every word.”
Oh shit, this wasn’t good at all. My mind raced. How would I ever get out of this?
He continued, “Furthermore if I were gay there would be nothing wrong with it. You should be ashamed of yourself for making it sound as if it is a moral failing. I am surprised at you. Did you not think of the impact this also might have on my wife and children if the rumor got back to them before me? This is very childish behavior for a supposed professional woman. If you have a problem with me personally I would think you would have enough character to come to me and discuss it rather than try to destroy me with lies.”
I shrank back into my chair. There was very little I could say. Unfortunately he was absolutely right.
“Now Ms. Smith I have the problem about what to do with you. I could take this documentation to the board and I assure you it would be grounds for dismissal. You don’t have tenure yet and that would be the outcome. But I also know you are a very fine teacher and I don’t want our children to lose out.”
Oh God maybe I was off the hook.
“Nevertheless this demands consequences. Now first of all I should tell you I have called your husband to tell him of this situation.”
I sat back up sputtering, “But you had no right to do that, I am an adult. That was none of his business unless I chose to tell him.”
“Well now you are hardly acting like an adult are you? Is this the way an adult handles professional problems in the workplace?” It was definitely a rhetorical question. “Plus I have old fashioned notions about a husband’s right to know things. Just as I would call the parents of any naughty girl caught misbehaving at school, I called him and told him what I was going to offer in the way of consequences.”
My voice even sounded sarcastic to me, “I suppose you will have me write on the board 100 times, I will never spread rumors.”
He stood up and shut the door to the office. Then he stood over my chair. Patiently he answered, “No I have two alternatives for you. It is entirely up to you. The first I have already outlined. I would go to the school board with the documentation I have already shown you. That would insure your dismissal. The second alternative is the only way you will be allowed to stay here.”
We stared at each other. “Alright what is my other alternative.” I could not imagine any other consequence.
“I will treat you as I would have treated any young lady who did such a thing in my younger days when such behavior would not have been tolerated. I intend to soundly spank you before you leave here this evening.”
“What”, I had intended to sound indignant but my voice came out as a squeak.
“It is entirely up to you”.
My stomach lurched and I thought of what would be waiting at home. How could he have known…he couldn’t have. I thought quickly but could not see any alternatives. Why had I ever started that stupid rumor in the first place. I hated the fact that he was absolutely right. There was no excuse for my behavior. It was childish and unprofessional.
He stood looking at me patiently. The clock hand moved silently as I prayed for the floor to drop out from under me.
Finally I decided, “Mr Boseman I am truly sorry, you are right. What I did was unexcusable but isn’t there a more adult way to settle this?”
His look was stern, “No young lady, there is not. Can you honestly tell me you don’t deserve a sound spanking.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a wooden paddle.
I couldn’t talk and for a moment I couldn’t even breathe.
Mr. Boseman was done waiting. “ Please come here behind my desk immediately.”
I did as he asked.
“Now Ms. Smith, I am going to bend you over my desk, after you lift your skirt and pull your panties to your knees. Then you are going to get your backside paddled as any naughty girl should be treated. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. And is such an intelligent and talented professional it is totally unbelievable.”
Oh God he meant it. His face was very stern, and his voice strict but not harsh. Once again I felt that familiar clench in my stomach. That jolt that always went with any words that had to do with spanking. How had he known?
My hands shook, all defiance gone I answered back quietly and respectfully, “Yes sir, you are absolutely right.” I lifted my skirt up to my waist and looked at him pleadingly hoping for amnesty on the panties. He shook his head and motioned that they were to come down. I can’t remember any other time that was this embarrassing. I lowered my panties to my knees and stood there bare from the waist down on very shaky legs.
Once again that stern insistent voice, “Over the desk Ms Smith with your bottom up and your legs spread.”
My response was slow but immediate. I leaned over the desk and gripped the far edge with my hands. My bottom was up over the edge as I stood almost on my toes. I moved my legs apart. Oh God this was horrible, well horribly exciting anyway. And exciting it might be but I knew it would be far from pleasant.
Then Mr. Boseman put his hand on my back, “Ms Smith, can you deny that you deserve this?
I shook my head and looked down at his desk blotter. “No sir, I totally deserve it, but I do want you to know I very much regret what I have done and trying to lie my way out of it.” I knew by this point if he were looking he understood my relationship to spanking. My face must have been as read as my bottom would shortly be.
“Well I am sure you regret it and I have a feeling you will regret it more in the next few minutes.”
With that I felt the cool wood of the paddle pat down on my bottom and held my breath as he raised it. I heard the air swoosh as it came down with a crack on my left cheek. A gasp came involuntarily. The paddle rose and fell over and over. I soon lost count of the whacks my poor bottom endured. The gasps became cries and howls. The burning and sting became intense as the tears started flowing out of my eyes.
“I am sorry to have to punish one of my finest teachers but this won’t ever (smack) be (smack) tolerated(smack). Is that clear.”
“Yes sir”, I wailed, gripping the desk for all I was worth.
But as he spanked he was igniting more than my bottom and I was reasonably sure he knew it also. At this moment though all I could think of was how bad I had been and what would happen when I got home as well.
“Oh please stop, I am so very sorry,” my words had no effect on what he had determined would be the appropriate punishment.
My bottom was squirming and my feet moving back and forth to the rhythm of the paddle.
It stopped as suddenly as it had started. The office was silent except for my sobs and sniffles. I felt his hand touch my backside. My bottom arched to the touch.
“Well I think we have warmed you up nicely.” He took me by my arm and had me stand up. Speaking softly he said, “Go ahead and fix your clothing.” I pulled up my panties and smoothed my skirt down. Oh my bottom felt like someone had lit a fire on it.
Mr Boseman then did something very unexpected. He put his arms around me and gave me a most paternal hug. “Now this is over young lady and we won’t need to speak of it again. No one will ever know what took place in this office. I can promise you that.” He patted my back gently. “But now you need to get home. Your husband and I had a long discussion about this and I have a feeling he has a word or two to discuss with you.”
My tear stained face looked up at him, “I am so very sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve such treatment. Thank you for not having me fired. And I do promise I will never do such an idiotic thing again.”
He smiled, “No I don’t believe you will Janet.”
I picked up my purse and my briefcase and then impulsively hugged him as I said goodbye.
Fortunately as Mr Boseman had anticipated the school was empty and the parking lot nearly deserted. I got carefully into my car and hissed as I sat down on my poor burning bottom. I started the car and drove home with a tingling backside and an increasing moistness between my legs as I thought about what my husband Jim would have to say. I knew somehow Mr Boseman had known that Jim spanked me when I did not behave appropriately. Well he spanked me for other reasons too but that’s another story. This was definitely a spanking offense. I thought I could make a pretty good case for being already spanked, but Jim would have other ideas and I knew for the evening I was pretty much his, and would do as I was told. The idea had me shivering in delight and fear.
As I pulled up next to Jim’s car in the driveway the front door opened. I know I felt like a very bad girl as I walked up to the door and the look on my husband’s face didn’t help.
His first words confirmed my suspicions about what I could expect, “Janet you are to go straight upstairs to our room and wait for me there.” Before I could move he pulled me into his arms, hugged me and whispered into my ear, “I can’t believe what a bad girl you have been.” My eyes immediately filled with tears as they always do when I am confronted with my sins. As directed I went straight upstairs to our bedroom.
Oh I was in such trouble. On each post of our four poster bed was a length of rope with a wrist or ankle restraint on the end of it. Two pillows were piled in the middle of the bed. On the end table was a heavy wooden hairbrush. At times like this my body has such mixed reactions. Once again I felt a jolt of pure sexual excitement, but my stomach clenched as I understood what I was in for. I sighed and put my purse in the closet and stood waiting for Jim. I noticed the dresser held several objects and when I went over to see I wasn’t sure whether to run like hell or jump out the window. There was a tube of a very well known lubricant, a slim vibrator I had never seen before, and a butt plug. Yes, Jim was certainly determined to make a good girl out of me before the night was over.
Of course it never occurred to me to refuse or be upset with Jim. These rules had been set long ago, I had given my consent and my husband had the right and the obligation to correct my behavior whenever I was in the wrong. I just hadn’t been in so much “wrong” in a very long time. Again I wondered how Mr. Boseman had known about Jim and I. But my wondering ceased as the bedroom door opened and my loving, strict, and very caring husband walked in.
He pointed to the bed, “Sit down young lady.”
About the last thing I wanted to do right now was sit on my poor punished bottom, but I did as he said immediately.
“Janet, I just don’t know what gets into you. What in the world would ever lead you to the conclusion that a smear campaign was the right and proper way to settle a difference you had with your employer.” He crossed his arms and cleared his throat. “An employer, who by the way happens to be one of my clients.”
OH MY GOD, Jim was Mr. Boseman’s lawyer. “Now Jim honey I had no idea, how could I know that.”
“That is hardly the point. You should never have considered such a stupid child like action against anyone. We could have been the ones ending up getting sued. You are incredibly lucky that Mr. Boseman and I have had discussions on the subject of marriage and discipline. So instead of firing you and filing a law suit against you he called me instead.”
My eyes filled up again, “Jim he already punished me, he paddled me so hard right over the desk in his office. Honest.” I was ready to stand up and show him.
“Yes I know, he asked my permission before he even confronted you. And if you think for one minute you are off the hook with me, you are sadly mistaken. I intend to do my very best to assure you never do anything like this again. Now first of all you are getting the kind of spanking any bad girl would get if the principal had to call home about her behavior. Get me the hairbrush Janet.”
Dragging my feet I went to the end table, picked up the dreaded implement and brought it back to my husband.
Without another word, he took my hand and guided me over his knees, lifted my skirt up over my back and pulled my panties down to my knees. “Well it certainly looks as if the principal of your school is proficient in the area of discipline. Do you have anything at all to say about this?”
I tearfully responded, “I am so sorry Jim, I totally deserve this but oh my bottom is so sore already.”
“Then I guess you should have thought twice before spreading vicious rumors.”
As he spoke my stomach began its inevitable fluttering and once again I could feel the stab of excitement coursing through me. I knew he was going to set my backside on fire all over again and I knew he would also be teaching me a number of lessons besides that, but it didn’t matter, my body and mind responded the way they always did. I knew he could feel my legs trembling.
Before I could stop myself my hand reached back to my bottom. It was quickly pinned in place and then I knew my time had come.
The first spank of the hairbrush was followed by a flurry of them one right after the other. My legs kicked and I howled as tears immediately ran from my eyes. On top of the paddling I had already received this burned and stung as no spanking I had ever had. As Jim spanked he spoke briefly, “This is how naughty girls are punished when they do what they know is wrong.” The hairbrush did most of the talking for him.
I wailed, “I am sooooooo sorry, oh I am, never Jim I promise to never do anything like this again. Ohhh please stop.” The words tumbled out and had no impact on my husband’s decision what this particular crime deserved.
The spanking continued as I lay limp over my husband’s lap sobbing like a little girl until my voice began to get hoarse. Just as I thought it would never end, Jim stopped. I could feel how hot my bottom was and the incredible burn was nothing like it would feel tomorrow when the swelling went down and the throbbing began. The only sound in the room was the sound of my sniffling and hoarse sobs. Jim pulled me up into his arms and held me very close. He murmured into my hair that this part was over and I was forgiven. And as always he kissed me very sweetly and laid back on the bed holding me. He gently rubbed my punished backside. I had my arms around his neck and my head pillowed on his shoulder.
I spoke very softly but meant every word I said, “I am so sorry honey, oh this was so wrong and I am lucky that the consequences weren’t more serious. Thank you for loving me enough to take care of me when I need it.”
Rubbing my back Jim reminded me of what I had yet to face. “You are forgiven but the evening is not over yet. You know that don’t you?”
I nodded but I hardly needed to. We both understood the rules. The next part would be embarrassing but delicious, it would leave me feeling totally vulnerable and excited beyond belief. It would reinforce who was in control.
I yawned hugely and Jim smiled. He knew what effect spanking had on me. “Now my dear, you lay down and take a nap. I will have a light dinner ready and then we will continue our discussions.” I never did understand how all these activities were under the heading of discussions, since very little was ever discussed. But I simply nodded and lay on the pillow as he let go of my and covered me with a blanket throw. He was careful to keep the material from rubbing against my bottom. I feel asleep almost instantly.
I woke up as I felt Jim unbuttoning my blouse. It was dark outside and he had turned on one of the lamps at the lowest level. After my blouse came my bra and I soon was totally naked to his gaze. I tried to pull the blanket back up but he got to it before I did. He went to the dresser and got a tray of cheese, crackers and fruit. He laid it on the bed. When I started to sit up my bottom protested quite strongly. The sting was incredible and I put my hand back and rubbed it. I knew there would not be any cooling lotion until a little later on. I sat up in bed gingerly and started to munch on the fruit. I tried to sit but it was almost unbearable. I turned to rest on one thigh, oh much better. As I ate Jim began to get undressed. I was hypnotically drawn to watch him. His body was such a pleasure to look at. When he took the tray I started to protest. Jim smiled, “You can have more in just a minute, after I make sure you are properly treated like the naughty girl you were today.”
My voice got whiny, “But you forgave me, you said so.”
“Yes I have forgiven you but that ends the punishment. We still have a few more little activities to take care of. Now can you deny that being spanked got you excited?”
As always my face reddened, we both knew the answer. “Just as I thought”, he continued. “Only a very naughty girl would get excited over being punished. And that has to be taken care of. Now on your tummy and up on your knees so your bottom is in the air. And get those legs spread apart.”
By this time I was shaking with excitement and yet felt so overwhelmingly vulnerable. Jim made me keep my pussy clean shaven so as I drew up to my knees and parted my legs everything was on display…just as he wanted it. My head rested on my hands and a small sob of nervous excitement escaped my lips. I felt his hands rubbing in gentle circles over the throbbing red skin of my cheeks. He gave me gentle pats as my bottom wiggled. “Hold still”, he gently scolded. The gentle pats felt like fire so I tried to do as he said.
Next I felt a sticky substance being rubbed gently down the crack in my backside and applied liberally to the opening. Jim’s finger entered and assured that the entire area was lubricated. Oh how I knew what came next. “Oh God do we have to do this, Please don’t,” I begged.
The smack of his hand that followed that ill advised remark brought a squeal of pain.
“Oh no you are going to learn what happens to very naughty girls and I don’t want any back talk.” He applied the lubricant generously. “Now Janet go and get one of your thongs, put it on and pull it up to the top of your thighs.” I stood on shaky legs and did as he instructed. “Back on the bed young lady, and get that butt up high”. Once again I obeyed without question. My poor backside couldn’t take much more. I brought back my purple thong and pulled it on to the top of my thighs. “Back on the bed young lady in the same position.” I climbed on the bed, with my bottom high in the air and my head down. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. The muscles inside my pussy clenched hard.

I could feel Jim fastening the restraints on to my wrists and ankles. They were very soft and didn't hurt but there I was fastened to the bed with no way out. Oh how could something feel so punishing and so good at the same time. I felt Jim starting to insert that wicked butt plug. I groaned into my hands. He was always slow and careful, it didn’t hurt but oh God it was embarrassing. “Now then Janet” as he inserted it all the way, “this had better stay put or you know what will happen.” Yes, I knew, he would paddle my backside until it was maroon. He pulled the thong up into the crack to assist in keeping the plug in. “And now young lady, you are getting the strapping a very naughty girl deserves. I don’t want any backtalk either or I will just have to continue.”
My breathing became rapid. I loved it when he strapped me. So there I was, butt in the air, filled with a plug and getting ready to feel the bite of the strap on my red bottom. My hands and feet were held fast but gently. “No Jim, no back talk.” My voice was still hoarse and husky. He knelt on the bed beside me, held my waist tight to him and begain strapping me rhythmically. Jim knew how to make the strap sing against my skin. It tingled but never burned. There was a sting but it never cut. He never laid one mark on top of the other. But it never failed to make my head spin with excitement. Oh God it was so sore but that was fading in my mind for now. It was replaced with totally different feelings.
The strap stopped and I felt something slippery and soft at the opening to my pussy. Suddenly there was a buzzing noise and I felt vibrations going through my body. He moved it in and out and over my clit until I thought I would scream. “Don’t you dare come young lady, not until I tell you to.” Those were always his instructions mostly because he knew that turned me on as well. And no back talk meant I couldn’t even complain. Oh God every inch of me felt full and alive. “Now isn’ t this how naughty girls should be treated?”
“Oh yes, yes”, my answer was immediate and enthusiastic.
Jim leaned over me, the vibrator stopped, he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear……. “Now whose good girl are you going to be?”
I whispered back, “Yours always yours.”
I felt the vibrator pulled away, then the thong was pulled down and the plug taken out. The restraints were released . Jim’s arms pulled my closer as he knelt behind me and entered me. His thrusts were strong, and fast. He was as excited as I was. I felt like I was melting inside.
“Ok baby you can come anytime you want, you are my good girl.” And with those words the spasms inside me began and occurred over and over. I became dizzy with excitement and then Jim exploded inside me.
The room was once again silent as we collapsed on the bed. Jim turned me towards him and held me tight in his arms. I have never felt as loved as I do with my husband. We kissed deeply and he got up to get the lotion to soothe my reddened bottom that I knew I would be feeling for a number of days. I had never had two such severe punishments in one day.
As he rubbed the lotion on tears came to my eyes. I felt so lucky to be in the care of a man who only wanted me to be my best and loved me even when I was my worst.

Gentle Strength-Fantasy

Just so you are not disappointed there are no spankings in this story. But it is a story I blogged on my vanilla blog about a year ago. It is my explanation of the strength that gentle beings possess. It also explains some of my feelings about submission. I do hope you enjoy it even spankless.

Fantasy Journey
Gentle Strength
And so he traveled many a mile on foot. A wanderer with little but the clothes on his back, determination in his soul. and fire in his heart. He searched for a land that was legend where he came from. A land peopled with winged creatures of incredible beauty. He searched for their queen. He believed she held the answer to questions that perplexed his soul. As a gift he brought with him a rare flower the color of the blood that flowed through his brave heart.
He had always believed in the importance of physical strength. Yet these creatures were more fragile than any encountered in any land he knew of.

He believed in the importance of being attached to the place one belonged in, yet these creatures flew, at a moment's notice, seeking the only food that could nourish them.
How could they live thus? Unprotected and yet unafraid. Fragile and yet free. He sought the answer to these riddles.

After many days of travel he came to a series of temple ruins he had been told to look for. Beyond the ruins stood a beautiful tower. And in front of the tower a sight that both frightened and astounded him.

Stepping from a recently hatched shell was a creature of great delicacy and beauty. Her wings fluttered around her back and she showed no fear. "Traveler what do you seek in my land". She smiled and her face lit with beauty.

"I seek your queen, oh fair one," he could not help but stare at the vision before him. He barely noticed the seashore behind her.

She laughed gently. "Ah I see you have brought a rare gift for her. Indeed fit for a queen. I shall bring you to her."

He stepped forward hesitantly, "Do you not fear me? I am unknown to your kind."

Again the gentle laugh, "Do you not fear me? For I am unknown to your kind as well."

"Forgive me but my strength is so much greater than yours. You would be easily crushed, injured, or killed by my hands or boots."

"Oh traveler, there are many forms of strength. We possess the strength to fly for days to seek what sustains us. We possess the strength to balance on the edge of the most delicate of forest plants. Can you say the same?"

The traveler shook his head in wonderment. "No fair one, I do not possess such strength as you describe. But who protects your queen from destruction?"

The lovely creature shrugged, "We have no champion traveler but come, I will take you to our queen. She shook off the remainder of the shell she had come from and beckoned him to follow.
As they walked he saw beautiful winged creatures everywhere. Every color was represented and their delicacy was evident. Yet none showed any fear at his movements.
Soon the creature he followed held up her hand to stop him. "Traveler, yonder sits our queen with her attendants. She will welcome you and the gift you bring. She bowed to him and motioned him forward.

As he walked into the clearing his eyes beheld a sight he could not believe. There sat a winged creature of beauty beyond compare. Her gentle radiance and kindness were evident in her eyes and she smiled warmly in his direction. Attendants fluttered about her as she knelt in their midst. Her wings were folded upon her back and she held out her hand to the traveler.
The traveler bowed to one knee before the radiant queen. "Your Majesty...." and he held out the rare flower he had brought as an offering.

She smiled as she nodded and held out her hand to take the flower. As she grasped the stem her hand drew back and she gasped. "Traveler do you mean to do me harm?" Her attendants fluttered nervously all about her as a drop of blood welled upon her thumb.

He was horrified. "Oh no your Majesty, you see even our most beautiful of flowers need protection and so they grow thorns on their stems to keep them from harm."

The queen nodded, "Ah even the flowers in your land are wise traveler. She gestured around her. "As you see we are without thorns and other such protection. We have neither stinger nor poison to protect us from those that mean us harm. Yet we live our lives freely and without fear. We do what we must to protect ourselves and seek out the nourishment our bodies require." She took the flower more carefully this time and examined it closely. The color and scent aroused her senses and her face flushed a beautiful pink. "Traveler, this is the flower we have sought and never found. Where does it come from. How may we find it. This will bring us nourishment we have never had before."

The traveler gazed at her sorrowfully. "Your Majesty, it comes from my land, many days away from here. Though you have wings the journey would be filled with dangers. Every time you rested there would be creatures that could harm or kill you. Poisonous plants you would not recognize." He gazed at her thoughtfully. "However I have an offer to make. I would beg the privelege of being your protector and the protector of all who are hatched and live here in this land. I could guide you safely to my country to bring back rare plants that could grow here so you never need hunger for them again."

The queen looked thoughtfully at the traveler. "That is a very generous and kind offer. What do you seek in return? Such gifts cannot be taken and not reciprocated."

"I seek to live amongst you and learn your ways. I want to understand your gentle spirit and how you live such fragile lives." He bowed again before her. "I seek to be the consort for a queen, your Majesty." Then he looked up solemnly. "However, if I am to protect you then you must yield to my authority when necessary. When we travel it must be my words that are obeyed by all that come along. Can you agree to such an arrangement."

The queen stood before the traveler. She knelt on one knee and took his hand. "Yes, my lord we can yield to the authority of one who understands our need for independence and flight. We can yield to a heart full of kindness and devotion. We can submit to the authority of one that would protect us at risk to himself."

She stood before him and all her attendants fluttered to the sides. He moved forward and embraced his queen. "I pledge to protect and love you with all that is in my heart and soul. But my queen, my word must be obeyed. I cannot protect those who will not listen."
The queen nodded and turned towards the creatures that inhabited her queendom. "I have accepted this traveler as my consort and lord. His word will be obeyed without question. His word is as my word. We will find freedom in submitting to his authority over our safety as we travel." The queen led the traveler to the temple where he had first approached her land. She laid the lovely red flower down on the silken pillows placed there. "Come my lord and I will soothe you" Their embrace was long and tender.

And as promised he always insured their safety as they traveled to his land seeking the delicate roses that grew there. His words were obeyed and his queen always deferred to his directions. In return he gave her the freedom she needed to fly where her spirit took her. She always returned and he always waited.

In time others of his country ventured back with him and soon the lovely winged creatures learned to care for the strangers that lived among them and in return the strangers became countrymen who loved and protected them
All from one traveler's quest to understand how gentleness could also be strength.

My Need and Desire to be Spanked

I am an owner of a Yahoo group and I am sure you can guess our basic topic of discussion. This is my second group. My first group disappeared. I woke up one morning to find it had been deleted. I never did find out why.

After the last group disappeared and I decided I had to start again, I needed a new name. I kept playing around with the word need in the title because for me, this is most decidedly a need. I need to be spanked. It is just that plain. It reinforces that someone cares about me and what I do. It helps me stay on track in my personal life. I not only want to please myself but demonstrate my respect and caring for the man watching out for me. I don't mean this as age regression because I don't do that, but there is a part of me that is about eight years old and needs to be spanked when she does wrong. But spanked with caring and compassion. Never spanked with harshness and cruelty. I also need to be spanked when life becomes overwhelming. Spanking has therapuetic benefits for me. It certainly is different than being punished but it is such a help in letting go of anxiety and tension at difficult times.

So there is a definite need, but as I thought about it, I realized there is more to all of this. I have a burning desire to be spanked at other times as well. The feeling is overwhelming and with the right person I lose myself to him and the feeling of being spanked. I want and desire those sensations. And I don't want to have to do the wrong things to get them. Sometimes the desire is temporarily quenched with play spanking, and sometimes that just reinforces how deep it is.

It has also become very clear to me that I need and desire my partner's pleasure. So if he has a need or desire similar to mine I have no problem turning the tables and spanking him with the same care and compassion I expect. It doesn't really matter what percent top or bottom either of us is. That is a moot point. We are who we are. What is important is meeting that need that helps make our lives more comfortable and organized. And meeting the desire that is a physical craving so similar to other human physical desires. So that is where the name of my group came from. It is truly about our needs and desires. What I would love to find out is how you all feel about this. I do hope you will do more than just agree or disagree. How does this need and/or desire make itself known in your life?

Boy Was This Quiz Right On!!

I found this dandy little quiz on Angelbrat's Blog. Although I am not fond of the word slut, I have to admit they have my feelings on the subject right on the money. Hmm couldn't it be spanking fanatic?

Your Score: SPANK SLUT
You are 86% spankable!
You loved to be spanked, good and hard, with any available object. You will take it as hard as anyone is willing to give it. You are probably guilty of provoking your lover into spanking you, by flagrant misbehavior or verbal challenges. Hell, your ass is probably red right now. We wouldn?t be surprised if you are standing at the keyboard, because it hurts to sit down. My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:


You scored higher than 99% on spankability

Your Score: SPANK SLUT

You are 86% spankable!

http://www.okcupid.com/tests/15127455141332580580/How-Spankable-Are-You

Spanking Ditties

I knew I wouldn't have much time to post today. Since I am the most haphazard housekeeper on the planet, I knew I would be cleaning like crazy this morning since my "older brother" is dropping by. And I certainly expect to be spanked, in fact I know I will, but I didn't want to add a punishment spanking for his walking into what might look like a construction zone. Ok I am exagerating but you get the idea. And in case you are wondering about the picture, he is exceedingly fond of hairbrushes.

Of course tomorrow or the next day I can give a delicious description of spankings received. But for today I thought I would give you a few comical thoughts on how often spankings ought to be given.

A spanking a year,
Makes life dull and quite drear

A spanking each month or two
Makes cold backsides turn blue

A spanking each week
And life is not quite as bleak

But a spanking a day
Makes bottoms shout Hooray!

Oh and a spanking a minute,
Sorry can't see anyone buyin' into it.

Sweet Surrender-M/f spanking fiction

I thought I would post a story I wrote quite awhile ago. Just a comment,.I have posted this at another site where some folks got quite upset at the notion of discipline for diabetics. First of all this is fiction, secondly I am not suggesting anyone be disciplined for anything, that is a personal choice, thirdly I would never suggest discipline as a way to control blood sugar that is out of control due to stress or illness and lastly I am a diabetic and so I do have some experience in these matters.

Sweet Surrender

Ross sat dejectedly at the kitchen table. His mood was in direct opposition to the beautiful spring weather outside the window. Breezes blew the blue checked curtains back and forth. He could hear his wife Eve out in the garden singing her favorite songs as she worked on her beloved flower beds.He sighed as he glanced at the small black glucose monitor in one hand and the pile of candy wrappers on the table. The monitor had a reading of 185 and the empty wrappers certainly provided the reason for the elevated reading.

Eve had been diagnosed with diabetes six months ago and was struggling to maintain healthy blood sugar levels. Ross was careful not to bring any sugary treats in the house. And although Eve did a good job of controlling her consumption of most foods, she could not resist candy. She just could not control her craving for it.Ross shuddered when he thought of the complications diabetics faced if blood sugar was not controlled. He could not imagine his Eve facing those horrible consequences.He rubbed his head as he thought of all the ways he had tried to help her. Praising her for when she did well, disapproval when she did not, begging, pleading, bringing her sugar free treats. Nothing worked.At the end of his rope he could think of only one alternative and one only. Discipline.

Ross and Eve had always enjoyed spanking as a playful erotic activity. Ross had never spanked her with anything but his hand and never left her bottom with anything but a dark, pink glow.This would be different. He went to the bedroom to set things up and rehearse what he would do and say. Several times he almost gave up. He hated the idea of hurting Eve but he hated the physical damage she could be doing to herself even more.

With a determined but heavy heart he went down to the kitchen an d called through the window, " Eve, baby could you come in here please"." Sure just a minute" was the cheerful reply. In a minute Eve was in the kitchen doorway brushing garden soil from her hands. She went to the sink and got a glass of cold water. "Boy am I ever thirs......" her voice stopped as she stared at the kitchen table. "Hey what are you doing with my monitor? Are you spying on me"? Her eyes narrowed."No", Ross answered calmly. "I’m worried about you and 185 is an unacceptable number as you well know.".

"Oh honey, I’ll get it under control. It just takes awhile." Plump but pretty Eve put her arms around her husband’s waist and smiled as she gazed up at the solemn _expression in his brown eyes..

Ross shook his head, "No Eve we have tried it your way and now we will be controlling it my way. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom door.

Eve began to giggle. "Ross its the middle of the....."her voice died off as she looked at their bed. Arranged in a row was a heavy wooden ruler, Rosse’s belt, and her own oval wooden hairbrush. "Ross" she said questioningly with fear creeping into her voice.

"Eve", he said with a stern _expression. "Today we are going to try a new way to help you with your sugar problem." He looked into her questioning eyes. "I am going to spank you...hard, not for fun."

Eve’s eyes widened, "Nooo Ross I will try harder, I promise I will."

"No Eve, no more broken promises". Ross pulled Eve to the bed as she tried to pull away from him. "Eve, don’t make this worse than it already is". He sat on the bed and pulled her over his lap[. He put one arm tight around her waist and explained, "Your blood sugar was 185. That’s 85 points higher than it should be. The only reason is overindulging in candy.. Eve began to try and squirm away. He brought his hand down hard on the seat of her shorts. "Stop it or I promise this will be more severe." She stopped wriggling but he could feel her body tense up. "You are going to get 85 smacks. 60 with my hand and 25 with the hairbrush. If we ever have to repeat this I will add another implement each time..

As he pulled her shorts down to her knees Eve began to speak in a panicky voice, "Honey I can’t take that much I know I can’t."As his fingers slid under the waistband of her panties he spoke, " You know what to say if its too much, but I expect you to take it because you know you deserve it."

Eve was silent.The spanking began.Ross brought his hand down hard and fast across Eve’s cheeks from one side to the other. She began to whimper and moan. He moved from side to side, up and down darkening her bottom with the imprint of his hand. Soon Eve was crying and begging him to stop. "Please please I’ll never do it again".

As his hand continued to fall he answered, "I hope so baby, I certainly do".When Ross reached 60 he stopped. His hand felt like it was on fire and he could feel the heat coming off Eve’s maroon bottom. She was sobbing steadily. He took a deep breath. "OK Eve you get two minutes to catch your breath then the hair brush. Eve sobbed relentlessly while Ross silently watched the two minutes tick by. Without a word he picked up the hairbrush and brought it down firmly on Eve’s backside between her two cheeks. She howled and kicked her legs.

The brush came down 24 times each one producing a panicky cry and a pleading," Nooo more".When Ross finished he tossed the brush aside, put his arms around his weeping wife and drew her gently back on the bed beside him. He reached for a bottle of aloe lotion and in a moment was very gently rubbing some into Eve’s burning bottom.

He rubbed her back and smoothed her hair as he crooned, "There love its all over now. Its all over and all is forgiven. Please don’t make me ever have to do this again baby." He continued to rock and soothe her. Her crying slowed to halting sobs and finally stopped. Ross held her close, "Eve are you ever going to talk to me again"?His wife pulled back and gazed into the eyes she loved. She touched his face gently.

"Yes", she murmured. "Thank you"

...that is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all your life, but in a new way Doris Lessing

A Fantasy, Exquisite but Mundane-poem

I wrote this poem quite awhile ago and now the possibility exists that it may actually come to be. Please understand that I love fantasy play as much as anyone does as you know from my blog. But ultimately this is the fantasy that fills my heart and fuels my mind. Not just for spanking but for all aspects of our life together.
Purple Angel


My friends my fantasy is quite mundane
Some may be disappointed at how plain

In my fantasy life there exists this one man
He wants to be with me whenever we can

No other woman hold his heart
Not the entire entity or even a part.

He tells me the truth every possible way
I never must guess if I will lose him one day.

If I misbehave I know what will be coming
A spanking that will set my mind humming.

His caring is obvious in every smack
His intention is that I stay on our established track.

I may wail and I may kick and cry a long time
But he decides how many I have earned for my crime

Then it is over, he holds me tight
He comforts and loves me long into the night

And when I am good I know those spankings will be
Exactly what I need to set my mind free.

For playing is also a pure delight
And how we would spend many a day or night.

Yes that is my fantasy plain as I said
A man who is the one next to me in bed

He knows how to hold me and dry all my tears
His willingness to love me despite all my fears

He knows I am strong, and can carry the pain
But knows when I need him to pull in the rein.

So to all my male friends that I hold near and dear
Doubting my love is nothing you need fear

But your hearts and your time belong to another
My part in your life is a friend or a spanking "some other".

My ultimate fantasy I hope it will be
A man who thinks loves spanking the bottom of me

I won't mind a hand, a paddle, a brush over his knee
Whatever he thinks is what it will be.

Thats it my friends as plain as can be.
The fantasy I hope will one day come to me.

Solemn Promises

I promise that this will be the end of the chocolate saga. And it really is not about chocolate it is about promises and obedience. I had promised two people I would not eat the kind of chocolate I shouldn't. So not only did I eat "forbidden fruit" I broke a promise which to be honest not only causes bottom pain but hurts my heart. Both of them are so incredibly caring and good to me that those promises should be sacred not merely a "bare bottom promise" said when my bottom is ablaze and smoke is still pouring off.

So, yes, I ended up getting three severe spankings in a row. One each night for three nights. I am one well punished young lady. And, yes, I do believe I deserved it. I can't imagine anyone who thinks differently. I am always amazed that they care enough to put up with my occasional silly, and sometimes serious, errors in judgement. But I view what they do as a gift of caring and concern. They both love me, albeit in different roles, but this is one way they show it. And one of my gifts of aftercare to them is the heartfelt thanks for taking the time to make sure I don't want to hurt myself again. When the spankings are in real life, I may get my bottom rubbed and lotion applied but I always give either one of them a back rub and all the cuddling they want.

So I now have a solemn promise to not do this again. I did get very ill and worried two caring gentlemen who were a long distance away and could do nothing but worry and then direct self spanking when I was well enough to handle it. This is going to be one tough promise to keep, chocolate is my downfall. Not my only one but by far the most difficult one to break.

When I spoke to my "older brother" tonight he assured me he totally believed I would never do this again. And why is he so sure? Because he knows I don't want the spanking I would get for not only eating chocolate but for breaking this particular promise. He is correct, I don't want it. I can think of lots more fun spankings to get. But there is another reason. And it is more important than avoiding a burning bottom. I am a woman of my word and always have been. I can't break this particular vow to the man I love and the brother I love.

Sometimes this lifestyle can be complicated but I wouldn't change it for anything.

Update on Chocolate Spanking

Well Todd and Suzy, this is what the scraper looks like. Such an innocent looking utensil isn't it? Well, for one thing it has no flexibility, it is solid rubber. The wooden handle extends up into the utensil as you can see, so it truly acts as a very sound rubber paddle with quite an ouch factor.

I also thought I would update my consequences for this escapade. Once my "older brother" found out he felt that one spanking was certainly not nearly enough since we had discussed chocolate many times before. Sigh....couldn't argue with that. So I had to repeat the same spanking along with 25 spanks with the wooden bathbrush. Oh yes, that dreaded love/hate item. He is not sure whether or not he is going to give me another spanking for it or if he thinks that is enough.

So, I have once again promised myself NO CHOCOLATE!!! And Todd and Suzy you are also right, that "its only a spanking" attitude is a really poor idea!!

Thanks to those of you who commented. I know I treat these matters lightly but where health and safety issues are concerned I am held completely accountable as I should be. And even though I slip now and then, these spankings have helped a great deal. I am doing so much better than I was. But sometimes I do wonder....is it the spanking or the caring hand administering it that makes the difference?

Little Purple Riding Hood-Fairy Tale Spanking-M/f

This was originally written for my guy who told me he would like to be read bedtime stories. I told him I really couldn't think of any (of course there are many)but I would write one just for him.

This is also loosely based on one of the first spankings I ever got from him. I can also be very determined.

Just a warning. This is a VERY mild story. It was written just for fun. I hope you enjoy.

Little Purple Riding Hood

Once upon a time there lived a very sweet and lovely young lady who absolutely loved the color purple. In fact she loved it so much that whenever she was out and about she wore a wonderful purple cape with a pretty hood that she pulled over her long dark hair.

Her parents had died when she was young and so the whole town felt responsible for her. Everyone in town called her little purple for so long that soon her real name was long forgotten.

Well little purple grew up to love books and reading. She loved them so much that she opened a book store in her small town. The townspeople loved her gentleness and kindness but often shook their heads over some of the silly things she did. At times she would forget to lock her bookstore when she left for the day and when the police would call to inform her she would laugh quietly and agree to come lock it always adding, "but no one in town would ever steal anything from me. They are all so good."

Little purple had a small house on the outskirts of town. It was very easy to get to by the town road but little purple loved walking through the woods to get to work each morning. Now the woods were lovely indeed but there were many unsavory characters that hung out in the woods. They spent their days doing the sorts of things that polite people never speak of (especially in bedtime stories). Townspeople warned little purple many times that she should drive to work on the town road to remain safe. She always smiled and laughed gently, "Oh nothing can happen in the pretty woods and I am always careful never to talk to strangers". Once again the townspeople would shake their heads and try to warn her again of the men hanging out in the woods who happened to be called the wolves. But little purple could be very determined and she laughed off their worries. No one in town felt they had the authority to stop her so they would just worry and fret.

One morning little purple left her little house for work. She was carrying a basket of new books for the store and enjoying the sunshine and springy weather. It was just too beautiful to drive by the town road. Besides walking was such good exercise.

As she walked along she had a funny feeling there was someone walking behind her. She kept turning around but there was never anyone there. As she neared the middle of the woods a man stepped out in front of her. He had a very wide smile and very white teeth. His sleek black hair was combed back from his forehead and he was dressed very stylishly. Little purple took a step back. "Excuse me, sir, please let me go by or I will be late for work".

The man laughed cheerfully, "Well pretty lady if you are going to be late I know a shortcut that will get you to town in no time at all".

Now little purple had a funny feeling about this. She thought this might be one of the wolves who hung around in the woods during the day. But he was so cheerful and kind she couldn't imagine he would do her any harm and so she quickly put all the warnings she had heard all her life out of her mind.

"Well sir that would be most kind of you and I would greatly appreciate it".

The wolf took her hand and tucked it in his arm and started walking with her back the way she had just come from.

"But sir this way goes straight back to my house, not the town." she protested beginning to think that perhaps she had made a wrong choice.

Suddenly the wolves laugh no longer sounded cheerful but threatening, " Well then perhaps we can spend some time at your house getting to know each other. The people in town can wait another hour or two to buy books." He clutched her hand and arm more tightly and walked quickly pulling little purple along.

She pulled desperately to try and release her arm but to no avail. "Please sir, let go of me and let me go on my way. I have done you no harm. Why do you wish to scare me so."

"You are a silly girl", he snorted. "Scaring you is just the beginnning of what I plan to do. How many people have warned you to stay out of our woods. Well you made your choice now you pay the price."

Little purple may have been foolish and silly but she also knew when she was in real trouble and to the wolf's distress she began screaming for help. He began pulling her along more quickly to her small house. Since she had left it unlocked he was able to get her inside very quickly.

His smile grew wider, "And now my dear...

Little purple screamed as loudly as she could and moved quickly away from the wolf into her bedroom locking the door behind her.

The wolf hammered on the door, "This will do you no good girl, a door cannot keep me out". As he hammered the door began to splinter and little purple looked around desperately for a way out.

Suddenly there was the sound of another voice in the other room. It was very deep and stern. "What is going on in here".

Little purple could hear the wolf stammer,"Nothing but a misunderstanding between friends. We are not in need of your help woodsman."

"Between friends?". The woodsman strode over to the splintered bedroom door. "Is this wolf your friend miss?"

"No no" screamed little purple. "He has forced his way in here and means to hurt me." As the woodsman spoke through the door the wolf silently backed up and went slinking out the door the way all wolves do when they know they have been found out for they have no courage.

The woodsman turned around and noted with a smile that the wolf had done just as expected. He tapped on the door. "You can come out miss. The coward is gone".

Little purple opened the door slowly and looked around. Her face was very pale and her eyes were very wide. " Oh thank you so much for your help. I was so frightened."

The woodsman's face became stern again. "Hasn't anyone warned you to not travel these woods alone"

Little purple looked up at the woodsman. He was tall and strong. His eyes were stern and concerned. And there was a very strong set to his jaw. He was certainly strong enough to never have to worry about wolves. "Well yes people have warned me but the woods are so lovely I never thought anything bad could happen to me there".

The woodsman's face became very set, "You are a silly and stubborn girl who needs to be taught a lesson in making intelligent decisions. You could have been very badly hurt or worse. I can see that you don't follow advice that is given for your own good so perhaps I can add an incentive that will give you second thoughts next time." He took little purple by her hand and led her over to her kitchen table. He pulled out a chair and sat down.

Little purple's eyes widened further as she realized what he meant to do. "You sir are not a gentleman if you are going to harm a lady."

"A small harm to prevent a larger one only makes me a caring friend. It is obvious someone needs to teach you a lesson since you seem incapable of learning them on your own". With these words he easily pulled little purple over his lap. He pulled her cape and dress up to her shoulders. She gasped as she felt his rough hands slide into the waistband of her panties and pull them down to her knees.

"Noooooo", little purple wailed. She wasn't sure which was worse, her embarrassment or fear. It didn't take long for embarrassment to take a back seat. Smack, smack,smack, smack the woodsman's hand came down hard on her bottom. First one cheek then the other. Over and over. It soon felt like her bottom was on fire but he wouldn't stop.

"Oh please" cried little purple. "I promise I will never go in the woods alone again. This hurts, please stop." Her feet kicked wildly and she squirmed on the woodsman's lap.

The woodsman payed no attention to her protests but continued to spank her soundly. He made sure every inch of her bottom was covered in bright red so that she would have several days to remember the lesson. Little purple cried loudly and tears ran down her face. But the woodsman was determined to do a thorough job.

When he finished he stood her on her unsteady feet and pulled her to him. "You are a smart and lovely young lady. I would never want to see you come to any harm. And if spanking you is what it takes to make you see reason than that is how it shall be".

Little purple cried for a long time on his shoulder and snuffled out apologies and promises to never do anything like that again. But the woodsman smiled for he knew that stubborness is not so easily cured and often needs more than one treatment. He resolved that he would be the one to provide the treatments.

In time little purple and the woodsman got married and indeed whenever she stepped out of line or did something dangerous or foolish she ended up once again over her husband's knee. In time her behavior improved but she was always a very determined young lady and to be honest, he liked her that way.

The other change that occured that puzzled the townspeople was that little purple suddenly stopped wearing her purple cape. Soon she was wearing a lovely crimson number with a bright hood. Only she and the woodsman knew it was her humorous way of paying attention to what color her bottom would turn if she made silly foolish decisions. The townspeople never did find out but they just shrugged it off and started calling her.......Little Red Riding Hood!

Why is Something So Good So Bad?

Once again I found myself paddle in hand getting instructions on spanking myself. I already had tears in my eyes from the extremely stern lecture I had received. It was on a well known subject; the consumption of chocolate.

I can eat chocolate flavored foods such as hot cocoa mix but real chocolate is a trigger for two health issues that I have. Now I am diabetic but even sugar free chocolate does not work since it still triggers the other problems. So I am on a no "real" chocolate diet. Any break in this plan leads to a very sore bottom either in real life or virtually. So last night I knew my time had come since I had broken the rule (actually shattered it) at the wedding attended on Saturday.

There they were sitting on several plates. Yes, they were homemade and absolutely a feast for the eyes as well as the palate. Truffles...chocolate truffles. Several different flavors, some rolled in nuts, some in cocoa powder. My eyes misted over at the sight of them. And I walked away trying hard not to drool. I was definitely set on behaving myself. As I sat down at the table I congratulated myself on unbelievable self control. I could almost hear the phone conversation telling my partner how I had resisted the siren song chocolate sings to me.

And then it happened. My friend sat down next to me and handed me a plate of cheese and crackers he had brought over for me. Go on and guess what was next to the cheese, crackers, and wholesome fresh vegetables. No you'll never guess, I'll tell. Two perfect chocolate truffles. Yes there they were right on my plate. Now in all fairness to the two men I am accountable to, if I had eaten just those two truffles, I probably would have gotten little or no spanking. But, you see, this is where the problem begins. Once I start I just can't stop, where chocolate is concerned. Plus I had some wine with dinner and I kept thinking, "oh just one more can't hurt. Besides I want to taste all the flavors." Seemed reasonable at the time.

I know I ended up eating at least six, possibly eight of those magnificent treats. I also remember thinking, oh but I am going to have to tell....and then the ridiculous thought....oh how bad can it be, just a spanking.

Ok everyone stop laughing now. That's right there is no such thing as just a spanking when you know you are doing something really wrong. But if you want something bad enough you will convince yourself of anything.

And so there I was, bare bottom on my bed reading a very stern lecture on the subject of chocolate and my stomach. I also had not slept much the night before since the chocolate did indeed trigger what I knew it would.

I was also informed that if he had been at the wedding and caught me, we would have immediately gone out to the parking lot and I would have gotten spanked over the hood of the car, skirt up, and bare bottom. Personally I think he loved the idea of spanking me over the car hood in my fancy dress clothes but that is beside the point. I asked what would have happened if someone saw us. He told me that would have been my problem, not his.

So I ended up giving myself 50 spanks with the hard rubber scraper on my bottom, which left it glowing red and ten spanks between my legs with a leather strap which stung terribly. Of course I was comforted and forgiven but he was very concerned that I did something that foolish where my health was concerned. I wasn't thrilled with myself either. And my stinging bottom certainly was clearly an indicator that I was not to be doing this at all. I was told to keep my panties off and sit bare bottom the rest of the evening. I have to tell you that even though I know had he been here to deliver it the severity would have been so much more, I so wanted it to be his hand not mine delivering the spanking. But we can't always have what we want. And maybe that is part of the lesson I learned too.

In Our Lives How Do We Commit

Sorry I have been gone for a few days but two of my friends got married. Their entire wedding was done by all their friends and family so I was busily baking and building a cupcake tower. I also was honored to be asked to read the poem I wrote for them at the ceremony.

Now both of my friends are vanilla. However, Mike(the groom)knows all about me and my lifestyle. So this wedding was definitely you may kiss the bride and no hint of you may spank the bride, or the groom for that matter. But as I watched their wonderful ceremony that they created and wrote, they got to the part where they exchanged rings. For the first time I realized that each places the ring on the other one's finger. They don't hand the ring over so you can put it on yourself. I had never really thought of that before. It struck me that it is similar to someone placing a collar or bracelet on you as a submissive. Both of my friends allowed the other to place the ring on them and say, With this ring I marry you.

So I began thinking about my own situation since I do have a partner I love very much. Now I have nothing against rings at all but I started looking at the alternatives. I have thought about collars before but only certain types. Please understand I am not criticizing anyone else's choice, just discussing what my preference would be.

So I thought about rings, collars, bracelets, and ankle bracelets. Rings, of course, are highly tradtional and signify a never ending circle or a non ending relationship. Rings are not, however, put on with the stipulation that you cannot remove them without your partner's permission. My wedding back in 1974 was very traditional in this way and we exchanged rings which we mutually agreed to remove seven years later. I was not in a spanking relationship at the time and, in fact, thought I was extremely weird for even having those thoughts. I have not been married again since then.

Now the topic of collars is usually one that really generates conversation. First of all I must admit I could never wear a tight leather collar or anything that even resembled an animal collar. I would find that humiliating, although I have no problem with those that don't find it uncomfortable. I could and would, however, wear a necklace type collar that was put on me and locked on with only one person having the key to that lock. Since I am a switch I do believe he might have to demonstrate his committment by a similar act, but perhaps not a neck collar depending on his feelings about jewelry. In fact I am beginning to become quite attracted to this idea.

My feelings would be before a regular ceremony the two of us would have a special private ceremony, perhaps witnessed by a few friends that are like minded. We would share with each other our willingness to obey certain rules and enter into an agreement that our partner would have the right, and indeed the responsibility to punish when necessary. Of course, by this point we would have discussed and developed this relationship already. This would be the time to place the collar and lock it. I do believe some fine alternatives are bracelets that lock as well. Ankle bracelets are lovely and I do wear them, but having one you can never take off is very impractical from my point of view. Consider pantyhose, tights, and socks during colder weather. It would make for a very uncomfortable alternative.

The types of collars I have looked at are lovely pieces of jewelry that often have locking hearts or other symbolic pieces on them that are special for that couple. After this short private ceremony, there might be a more traditional ceremony for a larger number of family and friends, with the traditional exchange of rings. Again, for a couple in this lifestyle I believe it is important to write your own vows. I would want to give my partner my willing gift of obedience and, if he is so inclined, accept the same from him.

I also think another lovely alternative are each of us exchanging bracelets that lock on. Since they can come in both men and women's sizes this might be a lovely alternative to collaring.

Now you may be wondering why I feel this need. Again, as in previous posts, I am not sure how to explain it, but I think it would be a beautiful indication of a different type of committment than that of the traditional marriage ceremony. But I should also add, I would want it as part of a ceremony we create, not just something we do some afternoon. My feelings about spanking go deeper than play (although I love that too). I want to be care about and for. I want to be protected and cherished even though I am respected as an adult. And, oh, how I want to provide those same options to my lover should he want that as part of our vow and promise to each other.

So now that I have gone on and on, I wonder....how do some of you feel about this subject? Do you feel a need for this or is it just an unnecessary symbol? I do hope I get some comments on this. It is a subject that is much on my mind lately. As with many such topics where spanking is concerned, I never thought I would ever even consider it. Just shows how wrong you can be.

Oh and I also think on our wedding night a good hairbrush spanking might get things started off on the right...."foot", so to speak.

A Roaring Whisper-poetry

Have you ever found that a whisper speaks more loudly to you than someone yelling in your ear. The soft, silky sound of someone's voice talking softly, yet insistently. The power of words said in a meaningful way and meant only for you.
I do hope you enjoy the poem. I don't think there is anything more sensual than that soft, insistent voice tellling you what you want and need to hear. No the word spanking does not occur within this poem but never doubt that whisper in my ear is a part of the entire sensual magic of it all.

A Roaring Whisper

Understanding how this came about evades my understanding.

Fortune seems to have smiled and lit up the dark corners.

I now hear a voice, soft as a whisper that echoes through the corners of my imagination.

Filling spaces almost forgotten and slipping away.

Now they are being used in a new and unexpected context.

Deep, sensual feelings abound, piercing my soul with sweetness.

Oh yes, it is your voice I hear and now and replay inside my dreams and fantasies.

The Power of Aftercare

I am an absolute stickler for aftercare. It doesn't matter if I am on the giving or receiving end, aftercare is crucial from my perspective. And I believe it is crucial for both Tops and bottoms.



What is aftercare?



Probably makes sense to let you know what I think is included in this category. Yes, I include the traditional time to rub on some healing lotion or gel. Just a quick check of ingredients to make sure there is no alcohol in it. Even the most gentle of lotions will burn a spanked bottom if there is alcohol in it. However, some people start and end with lotion. I believe there is much more.



For the spankee reassurance that all is forgiven, if this is a punishment spanking, is crucial. If it is a therapy spanking then it is appropriate to reassure that the issue is now resolved and you can let go of it. There is nothing more comforting to me than to realize the slate is clean and I know it won't be brought up over and over again. I paid the price and the issue is resolved.



For the spanker reassurance is also critical. This person has just finished inflicting a painful experience on someone they care for. They need to be reassured that what they did was appreciated not resented. I always thank the person who spanks me. After all they are taking the time to set me straight and to demonstrate caring. If it is a fun or Just Because spanking I am sure to let them know how much enjoyment I got out of it.



Both parties need to hug and caress each other. This does not necessarily need to be erotic, it can just be caring and comforting. If the spankee is crying, then they need to be soothed and allowed to cry it out. This is often the time for soft, caring words. I know I love hearing that I am not only his naughty girl but his beautiful woman. If appropriate it is a good time to tell the spankee how proud you are of their acceptance of the spanking and how well they took it. The amount and extent of this will vary from couple to couple. And just my opinion, I don't think there is one right or wrong way to do this.

When does aftercare occur

Now I am walking out onto a limb with this one. I believe it should occur immediately following the spanking. I do not believe in sending someone off into a corner or alone into another room after a spanking. After all a spanking is supposed to be an act of caring, why would you send someone away from you after you have demonstrated caring.

I understand there are differences of opinion on this. The first time my partner gave me a punishment spanking he hugged me afterwards and told me to go to the corner. I did as told, of course. It lasted about 30 seconds when he called me back. He said, "You belong in my arms, not trembling and crying in a corner." I couldn't agree more. He held me on his lap and rubbed my back and wiped away my tears. It was one of the most incredibly touching moments I have ever experienced.

That leads me to another reason for immediate aftercare. It is a time of reconnection for the couple involved. This is most crucial with people who are in a longer term relationship. Aftercare gives an immediate opportunity for the two of you to reach that place where you forgive, love, and demonstrate care and concern.

The big controversy....intimate contact

First of all, I regard spanking itself as intimate contact. If I am being punished I am usually nude over his knee or over two pillows on the bed with nothing left to the imagination. Now it might just be me, but it doesn't get much more intimate than that. It is also a fact that the act of spanking is stimulating a pretty important erogenous zone, which is why many spankees demonstrate sexual excitement during a spanking even though they may not be aware of it. I have yet to be spanked for any reason without my body becoming sexually charged. It is nothing I can stop or, for that matter, force to occur.

Now I also believe there is not a thing wrong with being intimate with the person you love after all the smoke clears from your burning bottom. Oh I know lots of people find this highly inappropriate and I respect their right to their opinion. But I believe that after all the talking and comforting is over, after each party is reassured there is nothing more beautiful than making love.

It may or may not occur immediately, in fact for me it usually doesn't occur until after I doze off for awhile. No I am not joking around at all. Getting spanked, especially severely, makes me very sleepy. And there is nothing more wonderful than falling asleep for a short nap in the arms of the man that just demonstrated how much he cares for me by spanking my backside.

But after that nap, well let me just say that all bets are off. I find spanking very stimulating and I don't see a thing wrong with the two of us expressing that feeling. To be honest writing about it is waking all kinds of little demons up. Amazing what just the word spanking can do to me.

Further care

It is most appropriate, I believe, for the spanker to check out the spankee's backside from time to time for bruising or any other problems. Further applications of lotion are also appropriate. Calloused skin is not what anyone wants if they are a spankee. Bruised skin should also be massaged to be sure circulation is good through that area.

But after this point the spankee should not be reminded of what they did wrong. I know there is a possible feeling that this is a good time to say, "now you won't do that again will you." Anything along those lines needed to be said right after the spanking. Once someone is forgiven the matter is closed.

Individual Considerations

Obviously aftercare can take many forms, but it is not just rubbing on a little lotion and letting the person up off your lap. Spanking is an intimate form of communication whether it is punishment or play and the spankee demonstrates a great amount of trust by placing themselves in those positions. Please keep this in mind. Spanking is wonderful but aftercare increases just how amazing it can be. Don't neglect this crucial step.

Some lotions that work well for me

Aloe Vera gel, Shea butter, Honeybun spanking cream, Vitaman E cream, gentle oils, especially KY warming massage oil.

Oh and spankees, that warming massage oil is very nice for a post spanking back rub for the person who just demonstrated such care and concern for you!