The Spanker as an Artist

He lovingly traces his fingers over the blank canvas.

Warm to the touch and a delicate flesh tone,

It shivers beneath his loving caress.

The feeling wells up within him as it always does.

Needing the pleasure he will bring to both of them,

But selfishly knowing the intensity of his own response,

Stroking once more and listening to the gentle moan.

He lifts his hand/brush that contains the colors he will create,

Letting it land with the gentlest of stings and taking joy in her gasp,

Oh and how he loves the gentle pink print engraved on her derriere.

The exact shape and size of his hand.

Loving both the art work and the canvas that holds it,

He bends over and kisses his first stroke.

A sigh escapes from the owner of the lovely canvas.

Lifting his hand he begins a series of strokes,

Moving each spank to another spot,

Soon one handprint begins to overlap another.

The intensity builds and soon the color he creates

Takes on a glow that is deep and beginning to show the touches of crimson.

Her delight in his artistic talent is evident in each outcry of delight.

Knowing her moods and the language of her body

He begins to caress his masterpiece.

Rubbing over the tender skin that is now moving more quickly into shades of red,

His arousal is as evident as hers.

Loving the pleasure he brings,

His hand drifts onto the satiny skin between her legs.

The dewy moisture brings a smile to his lips

And, though he can't see it, he knows an identical one lights her face.

He whispers loving words into her ear,

Her eyes close loving the sound of his voice soft and intense.

Now the artist senses he must continue,

Before he loses the shade he has achieved.

Spanks rain down on the tender canvas

As he lovingly grips her waist to hold her in place

For completion of their masterpiece.

The strokes are sharp and continue to intensify the color.

He can feel her body give itself up to the spanking.

The sounds she makes are not words

But they signal what her needs are.

The final spanks delight him with the gorgeous shade of deep, glowing color

That has been achieved.

Looking closely he can make out handprints

But when he sits back it all blends to a beautiful color and texture.

He feels her hands rubbing his legs lovingly

He knows how much she appreciates and loves his masterpieces.

What she can never know or understand completely,

Is that the pleasure he gives her increases his artistic delight many times over.

As his hand rubs and caresses the beauty before him,

He wonders how the two of them found each other.

After all artists have to search for their inspiration

Without success.

And here is his never ending canvas, just as amazed by it all as he is.

He hears the whispered words, Oh baby, thank you, how I love you.

Then knowing that both of them have needs beyond the artistic,

He turns her over, gazes on her lovliness

And kisses her deeply as he continues caressing the brilliant masterpiece he has created.

Purple Angel

For My "Older Brother"

This is dedicated to my wonderful "older brother". Sweet, gentle, funny, kind and absolutely dedicated to the idea that naughty girls get spanked. Even when he would like to give me a second chance he knows it is not a good idea, primarily because I would most likely take it. He understands my need and his consistency and loving spankings have helped a great deal. In fact when we started out and I gave him this authority I got spanked a great deal. I rarely get a spanking for doing anything wrong these days. Oh I get them for many other wonderful reasons, especially from the man in my life. I know spanking doesn't work as a cure all for everyone and, in fact, for some people has opposite of the desired effect. But it did work for me and in the bargain I got the older brother I had wished for all my life.

And, no, this is no literary masterpiece.....it was written after I did something I wished I hadn't done. So my inspiration was confession not creating.

They say that confession is good for the soul.
That really is true and I ought to know.
I always confess each thing I have done,
I never tell lies, not even in fun.

So my soul feels great
But what I should make clear
Is confession is really
Not that great for your rear!

Once I confess
Then I give up control
You will decide
How we achieve the goal.

I stare out the window
And think in the hush
Will it just be his hand?
Or his hand and the brush?

Or will he decide
As I lay cross his knee
That a wicked new paddle
Is what it shall be

Whatever it is
I know with a sigh
That my bottom's condition
Will cause me to cry

You'll lecture and scold
Before and during the spank
And I always know
That its you that I'll thank

Thank you for caring
Enough to be strong
To keep me from
Doing harmful things that are wrong.

And when I'm on fire
And a soggy wet sight
I know you'll forgive me
Kiss and hug me tight.

Yet Another Tragedy

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Yes this is off topic for my blog and it seems like a very short time ago I was writing about what happened in the shootings at Virginia Tech. This time is came closer to home.

The shooting and killing at Northern Illinois University is very close to my heart. That is the school where I got my graduate and undergraduate degrees. I lived in Dekalb for eighteen years and my son was born at the same hospital they took the victims to for treatment.

In an even stranger twist of fate I live in the college town the gunman came from and where he was currently studying at the University of Illinois.

I wonder when this horror ends, it is almost becoming commonplace. People are no longer as shocked as they used to be, they simply seem to ask where was it this time. Six young people are dead(I include the man who shot them and himself). They all had lives full of promise ahead of them. The person who did the shooting was an honor student at both universities heading for a career in criminal justice.

No, I couldn't write about spanking and my life. I simply ask if you read my blog that you spare a thought for those who lost their lives in senseless violence.

A Home Made Valentine-corrected version

Good grief, the spell check did not work the first time around, this is the corrected version.

Appetizing odors wafted in from the kitchen. The table in the dining rooms was set with china and crystal for two and a bottle of Asti Spumante was chilling in a cooler.
In the middle of the table was a bud vase with lavender tulips and a heart shaped chocolate cake surrounded by strawberries.
Cindy surveyed the scene with a critical eye but could find nothing amiss. She hugged her arms around herself, oh tonight had to be perfect. It was the first Valentine's Day she was celebrating with John since they had decided to move in together. They had decided weeks ago it would be much more intimate and private to celebrate at home. Besides Cindy didn't want to share him with anyone tonight.
Before she headed back to the kitchen she surveyed herself in the hall mirror with a critical eye. Her long, wavy brown hair hung to the shoulders of her white embroidered blouse which was tucked into a sheer red skirt. She wanted to be the very picture of a Valentine when John opened the door. Her cheeks were flushed slightly from all of the effort she had put into the evening and she smiled and laughed softly as she thought about how the cheeks of her backside would match those of her face before the night was over. But, and now she giggled, so would John's.
In the kitchen she checked the lasagna she had baked, made sure the breadsticks were still warm and the salad was not wilting but still crisp and attractive. She checked the broccoli side dish she had made and sprinkled it liberally with Parmesan cheese.
As she was wiping her hands she heard a car pull into the driveway. She smoothed her hair and hurried to the door to open it. As soon as John walked up to the doorway his face broke into a smile and she eagerly hugged him tightly to her. "Happy Valentine's Day Sweetheart", she whispered.
At her words he pulled back and she could see the shock in his eyes. Then he took in her lovely outfit and the table set up in the dining room. "Oh no its not today, I was sure it was tomorrow. Oh sweetie I am so sorry, I totally blew it."
Cindy could feel tears gathering in her eyes but held them back; she knew he was under a great deal of stress at work with several projects that were quite challenging. "That's alright John, we have plenty to celebrate with and truly, all we need is each other."
He kissed her mouth gently, "Now that is about the sweetest and most understanding comment I can imagine and actually, my dear, it’s exactly what I would expect from you." He hugged her tight. "Boy does it smell good in here. Is that lasagna?" Cindy nodded enthusiastically. "You know what? For being such an angel about this disappointment, I am going to make you a Valentine card right now. Can the lasagna wait?"
"Well yes but honey its fine you don't need to do a thing. We are together and that is truly the best valentine of all."
"Nope I insist," he took her by the hand and led her to the couch. "But I will need your help and absolute cooperation."
Cindy was beginning to be a bit suspicious. "Of course I will help what you need." She started trying to remember where markers and paper might be.
John looked at her appreciatively, "First sweetheart twirl around and let me properly appreciate that lovely outfit. Why you are a living, breathing valentine. In fact I think you deserve to have this card where only you and I can see it."
Sitting down on the couch, John pulled Cindy to him. She put her hands on each side of his face and then kissed him deeply, "Oh I do love you so."
Kissing her hand he gently pulled her over his lap. Cindy giggled, "Well I sort of thought of this as more for after dinner."
"Oh no", John assured her. "I want you to have your card right now."
Cindy was mystified. My card, she thought. What was he talking about?
She felt John rub her bottom over her skirt and smiled knowing what would be coming next. He began spanking over her skirt and reassuring her that she was totally beautiful and he couldn't imagine how he got lucky enough to have such a woman to come home to. At that he lifted her skirt and continued spanking over her white silk panties covered in red hearts. Cindy moaned slightly and her bottom wiggled on his lap. "Patience my dear, I am a careful artist", John said laughing.
She felt his fingers in the waistband of her panties as he pulled them down. He rubbed the cheeks he had just turned barely pink. "You know Cindy; the color scheme is red so I don't think a pink card will work." With that he began spanking her bottom from side to side, up and down. The spanks increased in tempo and intensity before he stopped to rub her bottom once more.
Cindy closed her eyes and gave herself fully to the sensations. She whispered, "Oh please don't stop."
He leaned over to kiss one bright pink cheek and whispered back, "I won't." The spanking resumed as John's hand brightened the color of his lovely valentine card creation. "There", he said as he rubbed and caressed his art work. "The perfect shade of red." His hand slipped between Cindy's legs and he felt the dewy moisture. "And that young lady will be taken care of later." Cindy sighed and started to get off John's lap. "No sweetie not yet I have to finish the cared. He pulled something out of the pocket furthest from her, "No don’t worry this is washable."
"Wait a minute, what are you doing....washable?" John laughed and Cindy could have sworn she felt him writing on her bum.
After a few minutes he stopped, patted her bottom and pronounced the results perfect. "Now my dear, hold up your skirt, be careful walking in those panties, in fact just kick them off and take a look in the hall mirror at your Valentine card.
Cindy looked up at him in amazement, had the stress at work gotten to him after all. But she kicked off her panties and walked over to the mirror. Holding up her skirt she turned around to see an absolutely Valentine red bottom that had color only in a sort of heart shape. But what was truly amazing was that in the mirror she could read, "To my one and only Valentine, today and always. Love, John. It was written in purple body paint.
The tears she had held back started to fall but she also had a sweet smile on her face. She turned to John, "Oh thank you so much, this is the best Valentine ever. But I won't be able to keep it and you put so much work into it." As she turned around to look down she could see the words were written backwards so she could read them in the mirror. As she looked down a bright light went off and there was John, camera in hand with a big grin on his face.
"Oh yes you will get to keep it." Then he pulled a small box out of his pocket and gave it to Cindy. Inside was a beautiful cloisonné bracelet she had been admiring for some time. Now the tears truly fell and he held her close rubbing her bottom and kissing both her ears and her hair.
After a few moments he stood back a bit and announced he was hungry and it certainly was time for lasagna. Cindy reached into his pocket and pulled out the purple body paint applicator. "First things first love. Actually there is one thing I forgot." John looked around wondering what she was talking about. She giggled, took his hand and said, "In all the excitement I forgot to buy a card. So I think it would be so wrong if you didn't get a homemade card too."
John laughed and let himself be led to the couch. Yes, he thought, homemade Valentines are definitely the best.

Are Those Arrows Really Necessary?

Happy Valentine's Day to one and all! As you can see our friend Cupid aimed for the wrong target. Evidently she felt no need to be pierced by an arrow to fall in love.

Its actually a good point(pun intended). Why does love have to be so painful? And no I am not talking about spanking at the moment. I am talking about the angst we so often go through to find that "one" person. Sometimes we talk ourselves into believing that this is the only person on earth we could ever love. The truth, from my point of view, is that our hearts are capable of infinite amounts of love, different types of love, and receiving love as well.

So hopefully our friend Cupid will have learned a lesson. It doesn't always have to be painful finding someone to have as part of your life. Yes that is true for spankos, vanillas, and anyone else.

But then again there is John Mellencamp's song, "Hurts So Good". Hmm I think now we are talking about spanking.

A View From Each Side

In my opinion more girls think this than anyone realizes. For that matter more guys think this than anyone realizes.

During my trip I didn't have to think this or even ask, it was readily available. Since he enjoys using his hand I was certainly willing to forgo my favorite toys for the time being. And I learned something really important. Depending on the person, hands can be an extremely effective spanking implement as well as being so incredibly sensuous.

All four of the couches were delightful and perfectly made for spanking, at least in my opinion but then his lap was perfectly made for spanking too. What woman could ask for more? This one, that's who. After all I am a switch.

So tables were turned and I had a most delightful time playing with his adorable bottom. He certainly seemed to enjoy both the spanking and the sensation massaging. I enjoyed delivering both.

But you can't spank all day and all night(I know it is sad). Truly I did enjoy talking, cooking, quiet times, and just being together. I am mighty lucky and I am looking forward to the end of this month when I am visiting him again.