Spanking and Frozen Custard

Yes the belt certainly is an effective implement when applied to a badly behaved backside. My "big brother" arrived just as planned and I was delighted to see him, although I knew part of his visit would be dealing with an issue that really had to be handled in person. Over the phone just didn't work for this situation. He gave me big hugs, brought in his cases from the motorcycle(no kidding) and we talked for a bit.

He really wanted to get the corrective spanking out of the way so we could then enjoy our visit. And, actually, I always prefer to get those over with as well. So I walked into the bedroom and put the reading pillow upside down in the middle of the bed. Such an innocent object and yet it played its part in a very emotional experience.

While I usually use it for reading in bed, this time it was turned upside down, just as I soon would be. It makes a perfect bolster to lay over. Your bottom is up high and you are not having your head hanging down, plus your legs are resting on the bed. All in all a pretty good target.

So he sat down on the bed and the discussion began. I always have to write out why I am being spanked and read it to him. By the time I was done with the whys, wherefores, and yes, asking for a spanking, I had tears in my eyes. I put the paper down and looked at him sitting there. No anger, no recriminations, just the simple truth of what I had done and how I could begin to forgive myself.

He pulled his belt out of the belt loops and put it on the bed next to the lexan paddle. I silently apologized to my backside for what it was about to endure. And over the pillow I went.

Now my brother believes connection is important during any kind of spanking. I happen to agree. He never wants me to feel alone. When I am being paddled his hand is always around my waist. However, for the strap in the beginning he had one knee on the bed, one hand on my back and the belt in the other.

As the belt started to snap on my soon to be crimson bottom I winced but the tears that were there had already started during the lecture. Throughout the strapping he talked to me about what I had done and asked me many times if this was what I deserved and, in fact, wanted. As soon as my bottom was glowing pink, the strap stopped. My brother spoke to me gently, and explained he was not finished. I got a big hug and he told me how proud he was of my bravery in accepting what would help me get past this mistake.

Then he picked up the lexan paddle (no holes and only 1/4 inch thick, you really don't need more). Once again he reminded me of why we were doing this. And I did agree that this was what was wanted and deserved. My brother never ever swings his hand up with an implement, its always a snap of the wrist. He does not ever want to leave bruises. But those quick snap spanks manage to make me sob each time we get to that point. That is the place where I give myself to the experience and there is nothing else but the paddle landing on a reddened backside.

I don't know how he does it but he always knows the absolute point at which I have had all that I need to let go and forgive myself. He has always forgiven me before the spanking ever starts.

And when he stops, he hugs me and tells me how brave I was and how well I took the spanking. He always hugs until the tears stop. I am also reassured that the matter is over. But there is a reminder to not let this happen again. And none of his words are ever loud or harsh. It really is a gift of loving care and compassion.

I always hug back and thank him for caring about me and helping me to make smarter decisions. It is always emotional and very touching. He is careful to rub cream or lotion on my bottom as part of aftercare.

Ok so what does this have to do with frozen custard? Well two blocks from my apartment is what I consider the best frozen custard in the world. It is a local business that has been here for 25 years. My brother loves to go there when he visits. So when I had pulled myself back together, we walked down to have some yummy custard. As usual I tend to forget that I have a recently spanked backside. Jarlings only has wooden benches to sit on. Yes, right after a spanking I had to sit on a wooden bench and I proudly can state I hardly squirmed at all. However I did have a fleeting thought about how nice it might be to quit spooning the custard into my mouth and use it where it might do more good and would be calorie free!

Awakening Jeremy part 5..the end M/f spanking

Part 5 Awakening Jeremy

Jeremy looked expectantly at Kara waiting to hear what she had decided. His stomach was in a knot. If she walked out now that would be the end of it. He would never be able to take back the words I love you and that would, undoubtedly end their friendship.

“”I’ll be right back Jeremy, have to use the bathroom.” Kara stood up suddenly and went down the hallway to the bathroom. Jeremy sat with his head in his hands trying to rehearse a speech when Kara informed him she would never allow him to do such a ridiculous thing to her. Most of it centered on wanting to still be friends even though he would not be comfortable dealing with her romantic life anymore.

It did occur to him that she might say she really saw no point in continuing to be friends. He was pretty sure she would also thank him for the loving words he spoke but that she was not in love with him.

As he pondered this he realized Kara was taking an awfully long time. He walked down the hall and rapped gently on the bathroom door, “Kara, are you alright.”

His answer was the sound of sniffling accompanied by, “Yes I am fine, I will be right out.”

Jeremy tried the door and found it unlocked, he opened it a bit and looked in. To his surprise Kara was sitting on the edge of the tub with a wad of tissues held to her nose. When she looked up at him her eyes were teary and there was a look of acute misery on her face.

“Kara, honey what’s wrong, why are you crying?” Jeremy was beginning to regret this whole spanking thing. He had not meant to make her miserable. What a mess this was turning out to be.

Without replying Kara sat weeping with the tissues wedged against her nose. Jeremy sat next to her on the tub edge and put his arm around her automatically. She leaned against him and he waited until she was composed enough to talk.
“Tell me Kara, what is it? I never meant to upset you like this. Why don’t we just…” He never finished his statement; Kara put her hand gently against his lips and shook her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for Jeremy. No one has ever held up a mirror before so I could see my behavior as it is seen by others. I can’t believe I threw ice in your face in public. No wonder nothing ever lasts.” She drew in a deep quivering breath. “I fully intended to leave as soon as I got out of the bathroom. Actually I was a little bit in shock over your suggestion.”

Jeremy smiled ruefully, “To tell the truth Kara, so was I.”

“But how can I be without my best friend? I tell you everything Jeremy. You are always there for me. Over the years I have had more fun when I am with you then with anyone else. But this spanking thing….I don’t know. How did you come up with this anyway?”

His face turned a rather muted shade of red. “It’s hard to explain Kara, and right now isn’t the time. You do know I am never going to say goodbye I never want to see you again, don’t you?” Kara nodded and her eyes filled with tears again. “But I meant what I said Kara, if I can’t help you in the only way I think might have some impact then that subject, the one of relationships will be off limits. And I don’t take back anything I said; I do love you very much.”

Without warning Kara threw her arms around Jeremy’s neck and hugged him hard. He put his arms around her and drew her close. His eyes closed as he held her to him. He had hugged Kara many times but this felt different. If he had his way, he would never let go. Kara spoke quietly, “I don’t know about this spanking thing Jeremy, it’s embarrassing and scary. Do you really think it will help me?” She pulled back from him and he saw the questioning look in her eyes. He hoped he had the right answer.

“Kara, for your entire life, you have had a problem controlling your temper or seeing your part in any personal relationship problem. This was true when you lived with your parents and absolutely true with every man you have ever had more than one date with. I have not been a very good friend either, I have always consoled you but never helped you face the truth of what was going on.”

Kara shook her head, “No Jeremy, its not your fault, I can be a true little witch when I lose my temper. My mom and I had a talk about this not too long ago. She tried to tell me what you did today but I didn’t listen.” Kara lowered her eyes, “No, I didn’t listen; instead I did a terrible thing. I told her to quit bitching at me and I stomped out.”

This was completely unexpected. Kara might have had disagreements with her parents but he had never heard her speak that way to either of them. But then again she had never thrown a glass of ice in his face. He became more determined than ever. “I felt awful Jeremy; I love my mom and dad, even when I disagree with them. And now finding out that I may lose you at least partially…I just don’t know what to do anymore.” Then she turned to Jeremy and asked very simply, “And you really do love me Jeremy? Why didn’t you tell me before this? I mean you never asked me out on a date except for our dateless New Year’s Eves together.”

Jeremy shrugged, “I don’t know Kara, it just seemed you never returned my feelings. You were always either in a relationship or in between and crying on my shoulder. The timing was never there. However, you are changing the subject. Are you going to let me help you with a reminder to never treat people this way again?” He gave her a very stern look but his voice was quiet and even.

“Spanking…seems kind of weird you know. I mean I am an adult.” She frowned, “Is this a sexual thing for you Jeremy?” At the look on his face she immediately responded, “Never mind I take that back.” There was a heavy silence for a few moments. Then Kara spoke in a softer voice that Jeremy had really never heard before, “Alright Jeremy, I trust you, I know you won’t do me permanent harm. Maybe I do have it coming to me after all. I feel terrible about mom. She forgave me but I still feel wrong about it.” Jeremy stood up and held out his hand to her. “But Jeremy I am kind of scared, I have never done this before, I mean no one has ever spanked me.”

Jeremy was not about to tell her he was a bit scared himself since he had never done this either. Instead he took her hand and spoke gently, “Let’s go into the bedroom Kara. Waiting won’t make it any easier.” He wished he had time to pull his list out of his pocket, but he started thinking quickly back to the main points. Over the knee, bare bottom, safe word…all the ideas he had gathered were spinning around in his brain. And his brain was not the only part spinning. His stomach was as well, as much as he didn’t want to see Kara cry again, the thought was becoming a true attraction. He would have to deal with that later after he helped Kara. He followed Kara into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

When he spoke it was with a determined will, “Kara, come over here please.” Kara moved slowly and was starting to look very scared indeed. “Now Kara explain why you deserve a spanking.”

“Oh God Jeremy we both know, just get it over with.” When she saw the frown on his face, she reconsidered, “Alright, I deserve this because I am rude when I get angry and often inconsiderate about how others feel.”

“Exactly right Kara, so you understand this is deserved?”

Kara rolled her eyes which Jeremy decided to ignore, “Yes of course I understand.” She didn’t realize it but she had started twisting her hands together like a little girl.

“Alright Kara, please unbutton your jeans and pull them down.”

“Oh no Jeremy, please, you can do it over my jeans,” Kara looked truly scared.

It was tough but Jeremy was determined not to give in, “No Kara, it is going to be done on your bare bottom. I think it will be far more memorable that way. Besides that is the way naughty young ladies are spanked.” Jeremy waited for her to burst into laughter.

But that didn’t happen; instead a very different side of Kara seemed to emerge. Her lips trembled and she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. She seemed unable to go any further. Jeremy took her hand and gently pulled her over his lap. He pulled her jeans down to her knees, took a deep breath and then pulled her white satin panties just below her bottom. “Wait Jeremy I think I changed my mind.” Jeremy ignored this expected change of mind.

“Kara I am going to give you what is called a safe word. If you feel it is too overwhelming you say the word red and I will stop and the two of us will decide if you have been spanked soundly enough.” He put his left hand firmly around Kara’s waist and waited no longer, his right hand landed with a smacking sound on her right cheek. Jeremy was momentarily fascinated with his handprint that bloomed in pink on her lovely bottom. The reverie didn’t last long and he soon began smacking her bottom from side to side increasing the intensity as her skin warmed.

“Wait, Jeremy stop,” Kara’s voice was panicky. “Hey this hurts no kidding stop.”

Without missing a beat Jeremy answered as he spanked, “Well Kara spankings hurt, kind of like the barbed words you sometimes use. I want you to remember this the next time you are ready to go on the attack.”

Kara’s legs began kicking and soon yelps began to accompany each smack. Jeremy watched the color of Kara’s bottom, he really didn’t want to bruise her but he wanted to make a point that might stick around for a day or two. As the spanking continued Kara could feel herself fighting against it. But for some reason it did not occur to her that the safe word was necessary. However, she did begin sobbing as her pain threshold was reached. “Jeremy, please…..I will never lose my temper again, really…..”, and she was soon crying in earnest.

Jeremy stopped momentarily, as much to give Kara a moment to breathe as to admire the woman he loved over his lap, with a crimson bottom and long legs that were no longer kicking. He loved her so much at this moment that he could barely stop himself from leaning over to kiss her beautiful derriere. “Kara I am not finished yet but I want you listen to me.” He waited until her sobs subsided somewhat. “As long as I am a part of your life, I am going to love you enough to give you what you need so much. But know this, you are forgiven for all of it Kara, and after this you can begin to forgive yourself.”

Kara’s only answer was a total collapse over Jeremy’s knees. She was crying softly and it took real determination for Jeremy to finish what he started. He moved down to the tender crease between bottom and thigh and gave Kara ten solid spanks on each side. She cried out at each one but remained over his lap without kicking or struggling. Jeremy stopped, her bottom was bright red and he could feel how warm it was. His hand was also red and stinging so he had some idea about how her backside felt. He gently rubbed her back. “It’s all over Kara, it’s all over.” He turned her over and held her on his lap. She buried her head in his shoulder and cried softly. Jeremy rubbed her back and rocked her gently as he told her over and over how much he cared for her.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck Jeremy heard a whisper in his ear, “Thank you…for caring about me and for loving me. This couldn’t have been easy for you.” Jeremy felt a momentary stab of guilt over the fact that a part of him had enjoyed the activity, but he wished it could have been done in a spirit of fun. He asked Kara to lie down on the bed so he could put some aloe vera on her punished skin. She lay down on her stomach as her breathing became more regular and the sniffling seemed to subside. Jeremy gently rubbed aloe vera gel onto her bottom. At first Kara hissed at the touch of his hand on her skin but then relaxed as some of the sting was soothed.

When he finished, Jeremy lay down next to Kara and let her snuggle into his arms. “God Jeremy, that stings like crazy, but for some crazy reason it feels like it was the right thing to do. She snuggled closer and closed her eyes.

Jeremy rubbed her back and watched as she fell asleep in his arms. He could still see the red color of her bottom through her panties. Evidently he hadn’t done too badly for his first time out. No, not bad at all. He had finally admitted his feelings to Kara, he really believed he had found a way to touch a part of her that had been ignored for a long time, and he had awakened long held fantasies. All in all one hell of a day. He looked down at Kara who had fallen asleep in his arms. What a relief to not have to pretend that he wasn’t totally in love with her. He was also pretty sure in assuming he would have to administer another spanking; he doubted the habits of a lifetime could be changed in one afternoon.

As he held her and began to close his own eyes, the future stretched ahead looking more positive than it ever had. Was Kara in love with him? He didn’t know right now but he intended to have a wonderful time finding out. And as far as spanking, well he really didn’t want to have to always spank her for her temper. He could think of lots of other possibilities, some of which he had read earlier in the day on the internet.

He gave silent thanks to the internet and to Kara for in one day they had totally awakened the part of Jeremy he had forgotten even existed. Brief pictures of his little friend getting spanked went through his mind; yes the possibilities were, well, endless.

Awakening Jeremy-pt 4 M/f spanking

Part 4

Kara sat down on the couch, crossed her arms and glared at Jeremy. “So when did you take up kidnapping as a hobby? Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Sensitivity?”

Ignoring the barbed remarks Jeremy went out to the kitchen, “Do you want coffee or anything?” He looked out at Kara who had drawn up her knees, put her arms around them and was staring out the window. Once again, his heart softened, it was just impossible for him to stay angry at her. “Well I am going to change my shirt Kara; I am a little bit damp.” He hoped the comment would bring a smile but she never turned to look at him. Stubborn….she was so incredibly stubborn. She certainly must save all this up for her personal life, if she behaved this way at work, she would never gotten as far as she had.

He pulled his shirt over his head and stopped as an idea occurred to him. Kara’s job was incredibly stressful, just like her class load in high school and college had always been. Maybe her way of blowing off stress was to fly off at people who couldn’t fire her and, who she assumed, loved her. That made a lot of sense to him. Quickly pulling out a new shirt, he slipped it on and went back out to the living room to see if Kara was still there or had left while he was in his bedroom.

She was sitting in the same position on the couch. “I thought you might have left, but I’m really glad you didn’t Kara.” Jeremy sat opposite her on the armchair.

Kara looked at him with a great deal less animosity. “No I know I owe you an apology, but you sure pushed all the right buttons today.”

“You did some button pushing as well Kara; you said some pretty harsh words to me. I have never seen you so out of control. To be honest I really think you need some help in dealing with your temper and how difficult it is for you to control it when you are not getting your own way.” Knowing the answer he asked quietly, “Do you have this problem at work?”

She looked up at him quizzically, “No you know how important my job is to me. Besides I don’t have people trying to push me around all the time. I am the one in charge.”

“And all these years that is what you think. You think I have been trying to push you around, you think your dad tried to push you around, and by coincidence every man you date is trying to push you around. We are always wrong and you are always right. Is that a pretty accurate picture of how you see it?”

When she turned back towards Jeremy he could almost see steam coming out of her ears. “No it isn’t, it’s not a picture, that’s what always happens, but until today I never saw you that way.”

Jeremy nodded, “You’re right, I have not been a very good friend. I haven’t helped you confront your part in all this. I am always too gentle and you end up thinking I am agreeing with you. I am sure some of the guys you have dated made mistakes too. But don’t you think it is a little strange that you always end up without a relationship? You are a lovely woman, smart, funny, and very caring. So why do you think it always turns out this way?”

Sitting straight up on the couch, she scowled at Jeremy and her brown eyes darkened further. “I don’t know why and neither do you. I apologized for throwing the ice at you. You certainly are no help today and I am going home.” She grabbed her jacket from the couch and headed for the front door but Jeremy beat her to it.

“Not this time Kara, this time I am going to be the loving friend I should have been all along.” He looked at her sternly with his very best teacher look. “Please sit back down on the couch”. Kara looked puzzled and irritated. “Now Kara”, and though he did not raise his voice there was a tone she had never heard before. It had the desired effect and she went to sit down on the couch.

Jeremy sat opposite and looked at her seriously but there was no anger in his face or voice. “The fact is Kara that you have undermined every relationship you have been in since I have known you. When you don’t get your way you become someone I hardly know. Suddenly the lovely smile and the twinkle in your wonderful eyes are gone and a very shrewish woman shows up. I have known you a long time, I watched you treat your mom and dad that way. But up until today I never experienced it first hand. You hurt me Kara and made me angry. Do you realize how hard it is to make me angry?”

Kara’s eyes pooled with tears. “Why are you being mean to me Jeremy, I said I was sorry. You have never been mean to me, I have always been able to count on you to listen and care.”

Heaving a deep sigh Jeremy continued, “First of all you never did say you were sorry, you said you owed me an apology. Secondly I am not being mean, I couldn’t be mean to you for any reason ever. You see Kara I want you to count on me, always. But from now on you will be counting on me for the truth. And what I said at the restaurant is the truth; you were acting like a brat, just as you have in the past.”

“Oh is that so, and I suppose you are going to put me in time out like your students. And since you are being so literal, I am very sorry I threw ice in your face, but you know what, I now can see you are like all the rest.”

Jeremy almost started laughing at the look on her face, the scowl was back with angry tears and she was nearly pouting. “No Kara, I don’t think you need time out but I do think I know what you need. You aren’t going to like hearing this but I think the time has come to pay for your behavior. I can’t speak for the other men in your life but I don’t deserve the treatment I got today. Its not just the ice but the cruel words you said.” He took a very deep breath, “What I think you need is a good spanking.”

If Jeremy had said he was going to fly to the moon Kara could not have been more shocked. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at Jeremy as if he had started speaking a foreign language. “Have you lost your mind Jeremy? Spanking? What makes you think I would put up with such barbaric treatment? And friend or no friend if you lay a hand on me I am going straight to the police.”

Jeremy sat quietly listening to Kara’s outburst. It was totally expected and he would have been much more surprised if she had immediately agreed. After a few moments of letting the weight of his words settle he began again. “You are quite right Kara, I would never think of doing such a think without your permission….”

“Which”, she interrupted, “you are not getting.”

Ignoring her statement he continued, “However, if you can’t agree to this then there has to be a change in our relationship. I will always be your friend but I will no longer be able to listen to your relationship problems. If you won’t take responsibility for your own behavior or even listen to changes you might make then there is nothing I can do to help you. And I hate watching you get hurt time after time making the same mistakes.” He sat back in the chair watching Kara’s shocked expression.

“But Jeremy, I said I was sorry. I don’t want to lose your friendship. I mean, you have always been there for me, what would I do without you?” And as he watched tears began to run down her face. “How can you just cut me off this way?”

Jeremy leaned forward and spoke very softly, he was done keeping secrets. As far as he was concerned it was now or never. “Kara, I will always be your friend but watching you hurt yourself while I stand by helpless is just something I can’t do anymore. You see Kara; I can’t do this…because I love you.” He took a deep breath. “I have loved you for so long I don’t remember a time that I don’t remember a time when I knew you and didn’t love you. I know I should have said something long before this but you never seemed to show that type of feeling towards me.

Kara, you have been my best friend for such a long time, we have gone through so much together, but I won’t be able to talk about these situations anymore since you refuse to do anything to help change the problems you face.”
Jeremy sat back in the chair and waited for a response from Kara. It wasn’t long in coming.

Her voice was soft but intense, “Oh God Jeremy, you love me? You truly mean that?” Kara looked not only surprised but confused. “How could you want to spank me if you love me, that makes no sense? You love me but want to hurt me?”

“No Kara, I love you and want to help you. I think you need this very badly. You have run roughshod over every man in your life and its time to stop and choose another way of behaving. So, my dear Kara, it is your decision.”

Without a trace of anger Kara looked over at Jeremy. “Well this does seem to change things doesn’t it?” There was a long pause. “I think I have made my decision.

YIKES NO TIME TO BLOG

She is absolutely right, naughty secrets belong on a blog, the problem is getting them there.

Well I have so much catching up to do on this blog it is ridiculous. That is what happens when people expect you to pay money for rent and utilities. You have to work. Sad but true and lately it has been long days without any time for blogging. So I thought I would post a preview of blogs to come. Once I do this I am honor bound to post so I will definitely follow through.

• Part 4 of Awakening Jeremy is almost finished. I am glad you have been enjoying this story. I like the fact that it is a bit different.




• My big brother's visit on his way out west. It includes spankings and frozen custard. And no the frozen custard was not to relieve the effects of the spanking.




• Best of all, next Wednesday GC is coming to visit here at my apartment. Yes the one I affectionately call The Hobbit Home. I hope he doesn't get claustrophobic in here. Then we are going up to Chicago for the Crimson Moon party. I haven't seen my sweetie in five weeks and that is WAY too long. So I am counting the days, soon I will add hours, minutes, and seconds.




• I also will try to get around and visit other blogs. I miss that very much.

So that is what I shall be working on in the days to come. However, I probably won't get much done after next Wednesday. I intend to focus my energy on a VIP that I happen to love.

Hugs,

Purple Angel

Awakening Jeremy-pt 3 M/f spanking

Part 3

Being a teacher for a number of years had given Jeremy a penchant for making lists. It was survival for an elementary teacher. Events moved quickly in a classroom and you needed a list of the day’s events, especially if they were out of the ordinary. Well spanking Kara was about as much out of the ordinary as he could imagine for a Saturday afternoon.

As he visited each site he took notes about suggestions, correct ways of spanking, the types of spankings but he drew the line at implements. He had no experience whatsoever so it was his hand or nothing.

Unfortunately very few places had any ideas on how to convince someone that they needed or deserved a spanking. There were no words to tell them it might help them have a better perspective. Jeremy, of course, by this point was becoming more and more enthused by the idea for a number of reasons. One, of course, was he hoped it would give Kara a wake up call. But the other part was the delicious fantasies it had awakened within him.

He went over scenario after scenario but never once did they end with Kara gratefully draping herself over Jeremy’s lap and saying, “Oh thank you I have needed this for so long.” More of them ended with Kara screeching, “Have you lost your mind?”

Rubbing his chin, Jeremy sighed, maybe he was losing his mind. Why in the world did all that old fantasy life decide to surface today? He looked at the clock; it was time to take off to meet Kara. He stuffed his list into his pants pocket, grabbed a jacket and started off to the restaurant.

As he walked up to Pickles, there was Kara, her blonde hair in a ponytail, looking absolutely wonderful in jeans and a blouse. Jeremy shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned, he always thought she looked wonderful, even when she was in what she called her “hang around the house” clothes.

He noticed that as she caught sight of him she tried to put a smile in place of the frown he had already noticed. Maybe she was trying harder to be more positive, and today would not be the eternal lecture on men that he had heard so many times.

“Hey there Kara”, Jeremy enveloped her in a big hug. She hugged back as always and Jeremy paused for a moment to inhale the scent of her hair. “How are you doing, any better? Did getting out of the house help?” Her answer was a huge sigh and the return of the frown.

“No but maybe the pie will help”, she replied with the trace of a smile. It even extended to her dark brown eyes.

With a smile Jeremy opened the door and ushered Kara in, “Alright then let’s get to it so we can see if that pie has magical properties.”

Kara rolled her eyes at him, “Whatever,” and entered the restaurant. Jeremy shook his head and followed her in. As soon as they were seated Jeremy smiled across the table, he couldn’t look at Kara without a grin on his face, even when she was looking at him with a scowl. “Alright what’s so funny,” her voice had a definite edge.

Shaking his head Jeremy replied, “Nothing funny at all, you just look great today.”

Kara looked at him and he could see the thunderclouds in her eyes start to soften. “Thanks Jeremy, that is very sweet. I know I look like hell. No sleep does that to a girl. Besides I decided I didn’t even need makeup today.” She looked momentarily puzzled. “You know you always make me feel better.”

Trying to hide his surprise Jeremy answered quickly, “You don’t need make up and you never have. And if I can make you feel better before chocolate mint pie I can’t imagine how great today will be after dessert.”

Shaking her head Kara smiled slightly before the next storm front hit. She rested her chin on her hand and stared out the window. “Why do I always find the biggest jerks in the world? It’s like I have a sign on my forehead, JERKS WELCOME.”

Jeremy sipped his water as the waiter approached their table, he held up a finger letting the waiter know they were not quite ready. “Want to tell me what happened with Brad?” Jeremy’s voice was gentle.

The thunderclouds were back in those deep brown eyes when she turned to face him, “He thinks I should be more flexible about our time together.” Her voice turned sarcastic, “I should be willing to allow him time with his friends, who I hate by the way, just as he allows me time with my friends. I shouldn’t expect that he is available whenever I want to see him. Well what do I need him in my life for if he isn’t around when I want him to be?” She crumpled her napkin and threw it on the table. “Men are such asses.”

Jeremy frowned slightly, “Are we really now?”

With an impatient snort Kara responded, “Oh don’t be silly Jeremy I wasn’t talking about you. Just men in general.”

“Well Kara last time I checked I was male in general and every other way you can think of. Have you given any thought to your part in this problem with Brad?” Although this was a loaded question, he really felt it was crucial if he was going to ever help Kara find her way through the stubborn wall she had built for years.

“NO I HAVEN’T, and how kind of you to go on the attack the minute your precious manhood is threatened.” Kara turned her head away and missed the astounded look on Jeremy’s face. She had never turned her wrath on him quite like this. He had certainly heard enough diatribes about the male gender, but they were never directed at him.

The waiter was back and Jeremy smiled at him, ordered a cheeseburger and looked at Kara. She was still staring out the window. The waiter patiently asked, “What can I bring you Ma’am?”

Kara gave him a look that should have had him running for the safety of the kitchen but he stood his ground patiently. Finally she barked out, “I just want a small house salad and a diet coke. Got that….and don’t you ever call me Ma’am again.”

The waiter was nonplused, he had pretty much seen it all, but Jeremy had never seen Kara take out her feelings on total strangers before today. “Kara that was totally uncalled for, I can’t believe how rude you were to him, or to me for that matter.”

A single tear trickled down Kara’s lovely face. Jeremy’s heart ached as he watched it run down her beautiful creamy skin. She sat silently as another followed the same path. Jeremy reached his hand out to touch hers, but she pulled away. “I don’t understand why men have to be so hateful. It always ends up like this; they boss me around until I just can’t put up with it anymore. Brad was so sweet when we started dating. But as time went on….Well it ended like all the others. And here I am again, alone.”

Jeremy reached across the table and brushed the tear from her face, “No you aren’t alone Kara and I wish you would let me help you.” She didn’t answer, just kept looking out the window. The waiter arrived and brought their food. They both started eating in silence. Jeremy looked at Kara thoughtfully and started to speak, “You know….”, and that was as far as he got.

“No I don’t know and I am sick of this subject, I think I am probably just meant to be on my own without some jerk always trying to run my life like you are right now.”

Jeremy frowned, “Now wait a minute, I am not trying to run your life Kara, and I am just trying to help. I have never tried to run your life.”

She gave him a sour look, “And why would I take relationship advice from you anyway. Are you in a relationship? When was the last time you were in one Jeremy?” When she got no answer she replied nastily to her own question, “It’s been years hasn’t it? So why the hell would I listen to you?” She attacked her salad.

As he sat thoughtfully chewing on his cheeseburger, Jeremy was beginning to seethe inside. He had no intention of making a scene in the restaurant; Kara had done enough of that already. He also had no intention of ignoring her hateful words. As she ate her salad and stared out the window he continued calmly eating, ignoring the storm starting to rage within.

Kara looked over at him, “Well what’s wrong, no more advice to give? Truth hurts doesn’t it Jeremy, just like it hurts me.”

“No Kara, the truth doesn’t hurt you; the way you choose to interpret people’s motives hurts you.” He continued eating. “Furthermore you have hurt me for no reason; you know I am just trying to help. How many times have we been through this? Have I ever once walked out on you or refused to help you when you were down?” He looked at her thoughtfully. “And yet you feel justified in attacking me simply because I don’t agree with your viewpoint. I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I wasn’t honest with you. But evidently that is not what you want.” He wadded his napkin and threw it on the plate. “You know Kara everyone has a breaking point and today you may have found mine.” He signaled to the waiter for the check.

Kara looked puzzled, “Now wait a minute, don’t you think you are overreacting just a bit. You know I just kind of fly off the handle.”

“Well maybe its time you thought about what you do to others when you fly off like that.” As Jeremy pulled out his credit card Kara protested.

“What about pie, I definitely need some.”

“No Kara pie is not what you need, not at all. We need to go somewhere to talk. This has to stop. You are headed for a miserably lonely life and I can’t stand watching you do that to yourself.”

Kara sat straight up in her chair, anger in every line of her face, “To myself, to myself, what the hell are you talking about; I haven’t done anything to myself.” Before Jeremy could say another word Kara had thrown the remains of the ice in her drink glass in his face. She slammed it down on the table and started to get up and leave.

Jeremy grabbed her arm and held her there, “You are going nowhere until I pay the bill and then you are coming to my place or I am going to yours to talk.”

She tried to pull her arm away but he held fast. He was more determined than ever, she had never acted this badly before even in private discussions much less in public.

The waiter brought back Jeremy’s change and rolled his eyes when he saw the contents of the glass all over the table and floor. Jeremy had half a mind to make Kara clean it up but he knew what kind of reaction that would bring. So he addressed the waiter apologetically, “Sorry about that”, and he left him a huge tip. The waiter smiled appreciatively, “No problem man, we all have our days.”

Kara turned on him furiously, “Oh is that so, and what would you know about it.”

Jeremy held fast to her hand and led her out of the restaurant. “Ok Kara your choice, where are we going to have this out.”

“Nowhere, I am going nowhere with you, see you are just as big a jerk as the rest of them.” He couldn’t believe it but she actually stomped her foot.

“Kara there are words for the way you are acting you know. A very simple straight forward word. I wonder if you realize what it is.”

“Of course I know, I am angry and I am right. Oh I know that is two words isn’t it teacher so I guess I got it wrong.”

“Yes you certainly did”, said Jeremy feeling more in control and certainly more determined. “You my dear are acting like a spoiled brat and that is what we are going to discuss.” Kara stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him.

“You can’t talk to me that way,” and she tried once again to pull away from him. She was somewhat shocked since Jeremy was always so gentle, soft spoken, and supportive. She knew she owed him an apology for throwing the ice in his face but no way was he getting that after calling her a brat.”

Jeremy stopped and kept hold of her hand, facing her. “Not only can I, but I will call you that. You have needed to hear that for a long time. And I guess it’s my place since you are not cooperating.” He began to walk and Kara had no choice but to go along. He walked at a pace she could keep up with but he didn’t say another word until they got to his apartment. As soon as they were inside, Jeremy let go of her hand and gestured to the couch, “Have a seat Kara, it’s going to be a long afternoon.”

Awakening Jeremy Pt 2-M/f spanking fiction

Part 2
After a shower and a shave, along with the effects of two cups of coffee, Jeremy was feeling refreshed and ready for the day to start. He still had several hours before his date with Kara, so he threw a load of laundry in the machine and decided this was a perfect time to clean out his email. During the week he received quite of email from friends as well as the teaching groups and chats he belonged to.

As he read through and answered the ones he considered important, he also deleted those that he immediately knew were nothing he was even remotely concerned with. Most of those went into his bulk mail but from time to time they made it into the inbox. He opened up a daily digest from one of his educational groups and noticed the discussion was on spanking children. As he read through and answered several of the posts, his mind returned to earlier thoughts about Kara. Naturally the posts about spanking children in school were uniformly negative. Jeremy certainly agreed with that, he had never found it necessary to even raise his voice to a child. They needed consistency in both rules and consequences to feel comfortable.

But Kara was not a child; she was an adult who could not seem to handle anyone who did not agree with her constantly. Jeremy’s curiosity got the best of him and he typed adult spanking into his search engine. As the screen filled with sites Jeremy sat back in his chair, totally amazed. He was not naïve, he certainly understood that adults engaged in spanking but this amount of information was totally unexpected. He started browsing the sites looking at various thoughts about consensual adult spanking, discipline spankings, sensual spankings, and other types that were more of a stress relief. He was totally taken aback at how much information was presented and the number of people that were quite involved with this as an important part of their lives.

But something else began to become clear as he read the material. Memories of childhood fantasies began to fill his mind. He remembered watching one of the girls in the neighborhood get spanked by her father after she ran into the street chasing a ball. Her father was so upset that he didn’t even wait to get into the house. He sat on the steps, put her over his knee and spanked her until she was wailing loudly and promising to never do it again. He also watched her father hug her and talk to her gently. He had no idea what her dad had said to her but she had hugged her father, wiped her eyes and gone back to playing. As he watched she rubbed her bottom for awhile but soon even that was forgotten.

From that day on Jeremy, who was nine years old at the time, often thought of that spanking. Sometimes he dreamt of putting his little neighbor friend over his own lap, pulling down her panties, and spanking her small bottom until she cried. Until he had started these thoughts about Kara that incident had been buried for a very long time. His parents never spanked him and he never saw another spanking but he did remember the fantasies he had throughout his childhood and teenage years. As a teen age boy he remembered thinking how cute those cheerleaders would look bottom end up over his knee, kicking their long legs, and promising to be good.

It was all coming back to him, memories that had just been put aside as adolescent musings now seemed to be falling into place once more. This time it was all about Kara and not all of it was in regards to her behavior. He could feel the stirrings within as he pictured the various scenarios that might occur when spanking her. The more he thought about it the more attractive and appropriate the idea became.

There was one catch. It had to be consensual. Even if all the material he was reading hadn’t said so, he could never picture himself forcing this on Kara. She had to agree and he wasn’t sure that could be accomplished.

Awakening Jeremy Part 1-M/f spanking fiction

Awakening Jeremy
Part 1
Daylight was just beginning to brighten the dim bedroom. Jeremy opened one eye, looked at the clock, and groaned. Five thirty, good grief, you’d think he could sleep in on Saturday mornings, but no, his body clock was set to five-thirty He’d been up late last night thinking about seeing Kara today and what a pleasure he hoped it would be. He chuckled to himself as he realized that staying up late for a teacher meant about 11:30. Most of his friends would’ve just been starting on serious partying about that time.
He stretched lazily and smiled, enjoying the fact that even if he couldn’t sleep, at least he didn’t have to jump up and begin the weekday marathon. He picked up the newspaper next to his bed that he hadn’t had time to read yesterday and took his time catching up with the world.
As a public school teacher, his mornings were a race to get himself together, pack his lunch, gather up the previous night’s work, and arrive at school by 7:00. That gave him an hour before his students showed up. An hour to set up his classroom be sure all materials were ready and at hand, and take a deep breath before the bell rang.
At 27, Jeremy had been teaching for six years and loved it more every year. He taught kindergarten, and at 6’1” often looked like gentle blond giant leading his band of tiny humans.
At first, he’d been looked at skeptically, as many male teachers are. But his outgoing, good natured personality soon won over his female colleagues, many of whom spent a great deal of time mothering the unmarried young man. They also spent a great deal of time trying to marry him off and, oh Lord, had he been on some interesting blind dates. But none of them were the woman he loved There was always something missing with those other women, no matter how kind, attractive, intelligent, or caring they were.
Jeremy shuffled out to the kitchen, figuring some coffee would help bring him out of his Saturday morning haze. He smiled again as he went about the mundane task. Today was going to be wonderful. Last night, he’d called Kara, hoping she had free time today. Fortunately, she did and he was meeting her for lunch and, hopefully, a movie. The movie was only a possibility, depending on how much venting Kara felt a need for.
Kara and Jeremy had been best friends since high school. They’d met as student council members when they co-chaired a toy drive for needy kids at Christmas. Since that time. they’d always been there for each other through thick and thin. They’d confided in each other, mourned lost loves and had even gone to the prom together, since neither of them had been in a relationship at the time.
The only problem was that Jeremy had long ago fallen deeply in love with Kara. He never told her, or gave any hint, since it was obvious to him that she didn’t have reciprocal feelings for him. Instead, he remained her best friend, enjoying the time he spent in her company. He was her date for any holiday when she was on her own, and they’d spent several New Year’s Eve countdowns together. Those New Year’s Eve kisses along with hello and goodbye hugs often left him feeling so alone. He wished he could hold on to Kara and never let go.

He shook his head, thinking of her escapades in high school. She never got into any serious trouble, but was a notorious practical joker. She was a dynamo. Always on the go, always involved with a project. She now worked for a high tech company downtown and was definitely, at 26, on the ladder up. He loved her quick wit and how much she cared about those she loved. But even Jeremy had to admit there was a side to Kara that was extremely hard to accept.
In all the time he had known her she had never been able to keep a relationship going for more than a month or two. And as much as he hated to admit it, the break ups were usually her fault. When ever she cried on his shoulder over the newest disaster, it was obvious that when she couldn’t have her own way Kara could not handle letting anyone else call the shots. Under those circumstances she became sharp tongued and extremely mean spirited. During these temper flare ups her language became abusive and always ended with Kara, once more, on her own.
Jeremy always tried to explain quietly to her what her part in the break up might have been but it was no use. She stubbornly persisted in the idea that all men were fools and just did not know haw to treat a woman.
She often ranted that her father had been exactly the same way. Always telling her what to do and how to do it. According to Kara, he never believed her capable of the simplest tasks on her own.
Jeremy’s memory of Kara’s dad was quite different. As Jeremy often did, Kara’s father had tried to help her see when she was being unreasonable, or at times, irrational. Kara’s parents were both very gentle people who loved their only child, but often sighed over the stubbornness she exhibited and the rages she could fly into.
Jeremy often had to bite back the comment that perhaps she needed some help in learning how to treat a man, or for that matter, anyone who disagreed with her.
Jeremy sighed as he thought back to those conversations. When Kara made these comments, he wondered if it occurred to her that she was talking to him, and he was a man. She could be so self centered. He brought his mug of coffee into the living room, turned on some soft jazz and sat back to relax. How could one woman have such opposite sides of her personality? Whenever she went on a tear about men, she reminded him of his little ones when they didn’t get their way. In fact, her temper tantrums were every bit as unattractive as theirs. Her voice became strident, the laughter left her eyes and she totally ignored the feelings of those around her.
He shook his head. An intelligent young woman throwing tantrums. He certainly loved her, but she needed a wake up call, or her life would be one lonely break up after another. He hated to see that happen to her. Basically, she was a fine woman and a caring person, just too used to having her own way about everything and anything.
She had so much to offer that was amazing and beautiful. Her intelligence was incredible and her determination to achieve her goals unshakeable. When she laughed, it sounded like music playing and her smile lit up the room. She always knew how to make him feel better when he was down and was constantly telling him what a great catch he was going to be for some fortunate woman. All of her fabulous attributes went ignored, because of that stubborn need of hers to always be in the right, and never have a decision questioned in any way.
As he sipped his coffee, he pondered what could possibly change her behavior at this point in her life. Damn, she needed a good talking to, or, and he grinned at this thought, a good spanking. Oh, he could imagine how she’d react to such a suggestion and he laughed out loud. But something inside him was quite attracted to the idea. He was both shocked and delighted at the thought of Kara across his lap while he spanked her into a more positive attitude. His male mind pictured kicking legs and, yes, even a very red bottom while hearing promises of reformed behavior. He shook his head, still grinning, wondering at the same time what he must’ve been dreaming about last night.
Jeremy had never spanked a woman in his life. The idea had never even occurred to him. In this day and age, it would be not only politically incorrect, but grounds for physical abuse. Where had that idea come from? He was certainly not a violent man. His problem solving methods were gentle, firm, and verbal, never physical. Staring into his coffee cup, he wondered once again where the thought had come from.
He walked back to his room to start getting ready to see Kara. He knew from her voice on the phone last night that her latest relationship had ended, and it had ended badly. He sighed, knowing he’d hear the gory details and the ranting about how all men were animals. Sometimes he wondered why she didn’t include him in that category.
He put the mug down on the dresser and looked in the mirror. There was no way he could ever spank her; he couldn’t hurt the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. But how was he ever going to get her to stop hurting herself? It seemed the problem had no solution, but Jeremy felt a determined need to help her.
The phone rang, startling Jeremy out of his reverie. He sat down on the bed and answered it, but before he could get a word out, he heard, “I don’t think I want to do lunch today.”
Jeremy sighed, “What’s up, Kara, and...” he looked at the clock, “what are you doing up this early?” His disappointment quickly became concern. “Are you okay? You aren’t sick, are you?” That was a weird thought, since he could hardly remember Kara being sick more than once or twice in all the years he’d known her.
Her voice became irritated. “No I’m not sick, except sick and tired of being treated like a doormat. You just won’t believe what happened.”
Jeremy tried to bite back the reply, but couldn’t. “Hmmm, let me think... you broke up with Brian?”
There was a short silence. “Very funny Jeremy, I feel like crap and you’re making smart-ass remarks. And yes, for your information, Brian and I called it quits. What a rat he turned out to be.”
Before she could continue the lecture on the evils of mankind, Jeremy interrupted her. “C’mon, Kara,” he spoke in the soothing tones usually reserved for unhappy children. “You know you always feel better if you get out and do something. And besides, lunch is my treat. I also promise to charm you with witty conversation - you know you can’t resist my witty conversation anymore than you can resist the Chocolate Mint Pie at Pickles.”
Another short silence, and Kara laughed, “No fair tempting me with that pie at Pickles. Okay Jeremy, but I warn you, I’m not very good company, right now.”
“Gee,” he thought, “that’s a shocker.” But aloud, he said, “You can gripe all you want, and I’ll listen in fascinated silence.” No response. “All right, Kara, I’ll quit joking around.” He knew she was waiting for an apology, but this time he just didn’t feel that one was necessary. The silence persisted for another chilly moment.
“Okay, fine, Jeremy,” her voice sounded tired and he knew she probably hadn’t slept much last night. “But don’t say you weren’t warned.”
Jeremy shook his head and smiled into the phone. “Let’s meet at eleven, so we can avoid the lunch rush, get a table and have plenty of time to talk.
Kara agreed, said a short, “bye,” and hung up before Jeremy could say any more.
He sat for a moment on the edge of his bed, torn between feeling so sad at finding her in the same dilemma once again, and impatient at her inability to understand any of her part in it. He could pretty much predict that Brian had finally had enough of Kara flying off at him any time he disagreed with her. And knowing Kara, Brian standing up to her would’ve been the last straw as well. The details might be slightly different, but the plot was usually about the same.
Despite the fact that he knew the mood he was facing over lunch, he was very glad she’d agreed to go. He didn’t want her sitting around moping and feeling miserable. Besides, after a certain amount of venting, he could usually turn her mood around, and by the end of the afternoon, have her laughing at stories about his students.
And since he’d gotten up so early, he had plenty of time to get himself prepared for her outrage at the male population.

Closed for Repairs

For my blog readers, I am sorry I won't be around for awhile. Some necessary repairs must be taken care of.

An Interesting Idea

I thought this cartoon was very cute but I also thought it presented an interesting idea. Just so you understand I believe in everyones rights to a fair trial and innocent until proven guilty. That goes for spankings too. And I know that such an idea would never truly work in the US but it is entertaining mind play.

Our jails and prisons are over populated and many of the people there are not dangerous criminals but have broken the law. So think of the possibility. The judge announces that the jury has found you guilty. He clears his throat before he pronounces sentence. The guilty party is sentenced to a 500.00 fine, 100 hours of community service, and a bare bottom spanking to be administered immediately. The entire courtroom bursts into applause and the judge pounds the gavel for silence. He gestures to the bailiff. A chair is brought and placed right in front of the judges bench. The bailiff unhooks a leather strap from his belt and walks over to the defense table. He waits patiently for the wide eyed defendant to follow him to the chair.

The bailiff sits down and motions for the guilty party to lay over his knees. Depending on clothing being worn, a skirt is lifted or slacks pulled down. The panties or briefs are pulled to the top of the thigh. The bailiff waits as does the embarrassed man or woman over his lap. There is a pause as the judge considers the crime and punishment.

In a clear voice the judge announces 50 with the strap for the criminal. Everyone gasps. The bailiff shows no emotion one way or the other. The first crack of the strap sounds huge in the courtroom and the prisoner lets out a yell. This is nothing compared to the kind of sounds that will be made in a few moments.

The bailiff knows what he is doing. The strap falls over and over but never in the same place twice. There are always about three seconds between spanks. As the number 25 is reached the prisoner begins begging for mercy. This is to be expected but won't change the sentence. As the bottom becomes a blazing red with strap welts the bailiff continues carrying out the sentence. Throughout the spanking the court room has been silent except for the unfortunate spankee. Observers know if they start to laugh or make comments the judge will clear the courtroom and no one wants that.

As the spanking is concluded the bailiff pulls the undergarments back into place and lets the guilty party up off his lap. His face is as red as his bottom has become. Because this is all very civilized he shakes hands with the bailiff and goes back to the defense table to talk to his lawyer. Everyone starts leaving the courtroom. They can't help but look back at the prisoner rubbing his bottom and wincing from the pain.

So let my know what you think. This could certainly make traffic court more interesting. And if you want another outrageous but interesting idea there is a site called Laura's Corner with lots of spanking stories. The ones by a man named Lurking Dragon have a different, yet similar view of crime and punishment.

The judge leaves the courtroom and decides to call it a day, she knows her husband is waiting at home.

Ghost of Spankings Yet to Be

This weekend my big brother is coming to visit me. I truly can't wait to see him. But if you read my blog you know part of his visit is taking care of some unfinished business that occurred about a month ago. While I don't feel it is necessary to explain what I did that was wrong, suffice it to say it was a very serious matter. And while I did get spanked over the phone, self spanking at his direction, we both agreed that for my peace of mind and to really bring home the point that this must never happen again, I needed a real spanking when I saw him.

Although he and his wife did attend GC's lovely house party, that is not the time for this kind of spanking. First of all, it is always private and secondly my focus was on my SO and not on dealing with what I was due for very poor judgement and carelessness. The matter had to wait.

Now waiting, in my opinion, is sometimes part of the spanking that can be extremely painful. You know you are in trouble, you feel guilty, you have let yourself and others down, and you broke your word never to do it again. At that point I so want that spanking so I can be forgiven and so I can begin to forgive myself.

Well the waiting is almost over and I do know what to expect. My brother has given my real and serious spankings before. I think first it is important to know what I don't expect and will never get. I won't be humiliated, but I may feel embarrassed. I won't be sent off to stand alone in a corner but I will be expected to read aloud the letter I sent him detailing what I had done and how I felt it needed to be handled. I won't be beaten but I will certainly be soundly spanked. I won't have a safe word, but I will be totally safe and cared about.

As for what I know will happen, he will spank me and it will hurt. My mindset will not be in pleasure mode, it will be focused on the fact that I did something potentially harmful to myself. His lecture will be in a soft voice but I assure you the tears will flow before he is done. I know I will get a loving hug before this all starts and I can be assured I will get hugs when it is over but there is that in between time.

When my older brother spanks me, he often does some lecturing and questioning during the spanking. I believe it helps me stay centered in the present situation and why it is happening. So he may ask if this is what I feel I deserve, is this what I need. He may remind me of what happened or ask me to remind him. This is a bit tough to do when you are crying hard. And I will have no say in the intensity, duration, or implements. I trust him with all of that.

What I can count on is an extremely red bottom that will sting and burn for quite awhile. I can also count on loving aftercare, big hugs, and total unconditional forgiveness. So although I know when I see him unbuckling his belt part of me will be saying, "Oh no", and the other part saying, "Yes please".

Hopefully my visit with the ghost of spankings present will prevent a visit from the ghost of spankings yet to be. One can always hope.

Happy 4th

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I hope everyone had a spanking good fourth of July. And while we enjoy good food, friends, and fireworks don't lose sight of why we celebrate. No matter what your political views there is much to celebrate about our country. That is my honest opinion. After all we do have the freedom to spank at will(consenually of course)!!

And many thanks to those that serve our country whether here or overseas.

Hugs,
Purple Angel

Sometimes A Gentle Hand......

Today was an emotional roller coaster. New problems brought up old issues of self doubt, bad karma, and just plain negative responses. I cried so long and hard that my eyes were almost swollen to slits by the time I sat down to post this.

I know in the past I have posted about the benefits of therapeutic spankings. And I still believe in them. However, this definitely was not the right time for it. I was so lost in believing I was in the role of victim once more that I couldn't see anything straight. It took two loving, kind and gentle men, as well as loving women in my life, to help me recognize that the sky was not falling.

Both my loving and supportive GC and my older brother spent a good deal of time helping me see that the problem was not insurmountable and, in fact, was not nearly as serious as I was feeling. I will admit that what I felt was, OH NO here we go again. And it really felt as if I had made it up the mountainside only to find myself slipping down the muddy slope. The fact that I was having some very uncomfortable stomach problems did not help either.

A spanking would not have done anything but made me cry even harder, if that were possible. It would not have helped me resolve the issues that were overwhelming me. This time I needed a gentle hand and the voices of reason to help me clarify what was actually happening. Once again it is evident that a one size fits all philosophy has little room in a spanking lifestyle.

So I cried, listened, talked out my fears, faced my doubts, and took a realistic view of possible solutions that would work for me. My first ideas were not necessarily my best ideas. It took me awhile to admit that to myself. The fact of the matter is I do have a disability, well actually several of them but who's counting. The other fact is that I would like them to go away, yesterday if possible, but they probably will never be gone for good.

As I have said before, yelling at me is the quickest way to shut me down completely. A soft voice of reason, someone caring enough to patiently point out the obvious, and loving care always get my full and undivided attention.

So right at this moment I am counting the blessings in my life in the form of people who care. My older brother who has an incredible knack for simplifying what seems overwhelming, my female friends who are always ready to be there, lending support, love, and encouragement, and the man I know loves me unreservedly and only wants what is best for me. His reassurance that he would be there for me is priceless.

You may be wondering why this is on a spanking blog. Well even hard wired spankos will admit that it is not the cure all for every situation. Sometimes it takes a loving voice and a gentle hand.

Thanks to all of you for your gifts of love and care.

Celebrating My Own Brand of Independence

I do hope everyone takes this in the spirit of fun which is my intent. I am a true patriot and I promise to post a more serious tribute to the 4th of July on the actual day. But when I saw this picture I could not help myself, I had to try a parody. I promise it won't be as long as the original poem, but it seemed like a true spanko challenge. So with many apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, I offer my own brand of fun and fireworks.

The Spanking of My Cute Little Rear

Listen my friends and you shall hear

The spanking of my cute little rear,

On the twenty first of June, in two thousand eight;

Every spanko at the party could hardly wait

For the parade of backsides to start to sear.

We chatted as friends, we politely discussed

The safewords were shared upstairs and down

Sign ups were posted, no one fussed,

No one would hear, we were far out of town.

Red was for stop, Green was keep going

Each one determined to keep bottom cheeks glowing.

Ready to spank and spread the good cheer,

To all in attendance that presented their rear

For no one would be ignored, that was clear.

My love said, "I'm first" and my heart beat quite fast

Especially when he announced he would also be last.

As the moon rose on that wonderful night

His hand began spanking both left and right

One on each cheek, two more to keep going

He was determined my backside would soon be glowing

The effects of his efforts were certainly showing.

Throughout the party house every face wore a smile,

They knew their turn would come round in awhile.

The words, "Can we play", were uttered more and more

Backsides and hands were getting quite sore.

And in the moonlight rising over the trees

Happy bottoms were draped over toppier knees.

Now paddles and straps soon came into play,

Canes, floggers, and belts joined the happy fray.

All celebrated spanking freedom that wonderful day.

I was happy to give as well as to take

And I did both, make no mistake.

Meanwhile my friends, as energy lagged

Treats were consumed and thirst was soon quenched

No one wanted the fun to be benched

Bottoms were rubbed and yet spanked once more

Sounds of delight came from upstairs and down

And you could almost hear some bottom cheeks clenched

As well as some feet drumming hard on the floor

I climbed the stairs many times through the night,

Sometimes I spanked and sometimes was gifted

With a spanking that had my voice truly lifted

But the atmosphere was truly happy and light

For those of us that enjoy feeling aglow

Or creating the colors another may show

This truly was the most fun to be had

And we all know its naughty and fun to be "bad"

So I willingly let my panties slide down off my feet

Knowing my derriere was in for a treat

I was not disappointed, not even a tad.

As the evening wound down it soon became clear

That the smacking was over until the next time

And I now come to the end of my rhyme

I had felt hands, paddles and such on my pink rear

And there was still one more left to complete,

My sweetheart wanted to make my heart beat,

Faster and faster his hand gave a crack then a smack,

It was obvious that I felt no lack

For he also took time to rub and caress

And assured me my bottom was the one he liked best.

So that my friends was all I can say

About a special kind of holiday

The fireworks were of a different type,

No battles were fought, it was strictly win win

Although the house was filled with the din

Of the words naughty, discussion and come over here

And many a bottom had a red stripe

But I do assure not one person was blue

Tops made sure not one tush was left white.

My love and I went to our bed happily cuddled

Then went off to sleep,with lovely memories ours to keep.

And believe me everyone, that night, got to hear

The spanking of my cute little rear.

But I have to admit, it wasn't just mine

There was many a voice raised in that chorus

Through each spanking divine.

So my friends next time you have a chance.

Celebrate the joys of this type of dance.

I told you all, house parties are lots of fun and very inspiring as well!!

Hugs,

Purple Angel(and yes I know the rhythm is off but it really was just for fun)