Spankful Delight

Bitter and Cold Part 4 M/f spanking fiction

2011-12-15T18:17:00.001-06:00

This is the fourth installment in this story. If you would like to read the other three, just do a search on my blog with the words Bitter and Cold.

Janine lay in the pale light that was barely visible through the slats of the blind. The hospital was beginning to feel like jail, she needed to get out and find Paul Surely this was all a mistake that could be corrected. Her mind was still fuzzy about the details of what had transpired but she couldn't believe he had left never planning to return. And he certainly would never leave her in a situation without power in the apartment....would he?

During their relationship Janine had turned full financial authority over to Paul. He demanded and she acquiesced without much dissension. Her paycheck was deposited directly into his account and, although he seldom said no to anything she wanted, access to the checkbook and charge accounts were kept from her.

A few miles from the hospital a young power company technician sat pensively by the window. He could not shake thoughts of what had transpired at the hospital. The horror of looking at the woman's abused legs was incredible. He was not sexually sheltered in any way but that was some of the worst marking he had ever seen. Bruise on top of bruise, some healing, some fresh. Ugly welts that criss crossed and carried scabs that indicated bleeding cuts from a cane were all abundantly evident, even with just a quick glance. As he sighed and went to prepare some dinner he resolved that he would be going back to the hospital tomorrow. Someone had to help Janine figure out where she was going after the hospital. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he felt bound to be part of that.

During the Doctor's examination, Janine tried to be blase and almost non communicative. Although she did ask why he was examining her legs and back when it was her brain that seemed to be the problem. The Dr. had replied dryly, that he was a "whole patient kind of guy". Janine sighed but let it go.

After the exam he pulled up a chair next to the bed and took Janine's hand. His voice was kind and, somewhat, fatherly.

"Janine, if we are to help you we need information. Please tell me anything you can about who caused all the damage to your body."

Shaking her head, Janine tried for a calm, even tone, but her voice was high and breathless. "This is all consensual, I agreed to it. He had every right to do what you see and more." She was unaware that a tear was sliding down the bridge of her nose. "I was a terrible disappointment and he did his best to educate me. Guess I am not a very good student." She sniffed and her face was despondent.

The doctor sighed heavily, "Janine, I have been around the block more than a few times, I have other patients that are into various areas of BDSM. But this is not acceptable. You have large hematomas and welts that are irritated if not slightly infected. A caring Dom does not leave his sub in this condition. Please let me help you."

Silence filled the room as Janine looked away, confusion and hurt etched on her face. No, what he said couldn't be true.

Pushing back his chair, the doctor rose slowly, "Alright sweetie, I'll give you time to think. In the meantime whi8le you are here we will start you on medication for the blood clots and antibiotics. Let's see if we can't get you in better shape." He smiled, patted her hand and left.

The dam burst and sobs racked Janine's body. Her head ached and she was terribly confused. Surely the doctor was wrong, he just didn't understand. But yet he seemed to clearly be in touch with the lifestyle. Why didn't Paul call or get in touch? Had he really deserted her? Suddenly a thought dawned, Paul couldn't get in touch, he didn't know what had happened. Why he was probably distraught when he returned and she was gone without a note or any kind of communication. Yes, that must be what it was, tomorrow she would get help from someone in tracking Paul down and reconnecting with him. But as that thought was processed she really wasn't as comforted as she thought she would be. Paul was what she wanted....wasn't he?

Negotiate and Communicate

2011-12-05T15:30:00.001-06:00

Negotiate and Communicate

First of all this photo should not be viewed as a non consensual event. But it seemed to convey what I am writing about.

A hypothetical situation

Joan is getting ready to go to a new spanking party. She has attended others but this experience will be different, it is not in her home state. She is anxious to meet others online so she attends group chats and comments on posts from others. The vibe seems so right, and she is becoming comfortable with the group as she gets to know group members online.

During one chat she meets a man and they begin talking about everyone's favorite subject, spanking (bet you could see that coming). He identifies himself by his scene name and remarks that he considers himself a disciplinarian. As he continues he relates that he has disciplined many women over the years and considers himself to be extremely effective (anyone that must praise themself that much usually has a fan club of one).

Joan is impressed and the online conversations continue. He "speaks" very kindly calling her honey, etc. Although she is a bit apprehensive, she broaches the subject of discipline. (Keep in mind this is for a party, not a jail sentence). As you might predict, he eagerly agrees to discipline her at the party (oy) and makes the following "rules";

No safeword (one red flag on the field)

He chooses the implements(ten red flags on the field)

He decides on how severe and how long(by now the field is bright crimson and the refs leave to buy more red fabric).

Unfortunately Joan agrees to this and, even more unfortunately, does not talk to any women in the group to find out more about this man.

What's wrong with this picture? If you don't have an immediate answer than you need to learn what Joan did.

She played without a safeword

She played with a veritable stranger (online really doesn't help you know someone that well)

She allowed all rules to be dictated to her

She did not negotiate her limits and did not communicate her feelings about what he said.

First of all a party is hardly, in my opinion, the right place to start a new disciplinary relationship. It is for spanking (or other) play, along with the chance to socialize.

Discipline requires a connection between two people, and an enormous amount of trust. It is not only trust with your physical self but also your emotional well being.

How did I figure all this out? Sadly experience taught me these hard lessons. I was in situations that caused me actual physical harm and emotional devastation before I figured out this was not the way it was supposed to happen. When I attended my first party I was very careful to talk to experienced party goers about each Top that approached me to play.

I love parties, and, oh, how I love being spanked! I certainly play with men I haven't met, but only after we negotiate!! And with new men, there is always a safeword. If they aren't comfortable with that, then we go our separate ways, hopefully, with a smile. And, just for the record, I love playing hard, soft, and inbetween. I appreciate Tops who will share that my bottom looks pretty done in, and maybe we better play another time. Those guys are gems!!

So what happened to Joan? Well, she allowed the session to go on as planned, and was shocked at the severity. Since she had agreed to no safeword she felt honor bound to let it continue ( at this point I would have felt no such compunction). She ended up with black bruises that lasted over a week.

Whether you are an experienced spankee or a novice please do remember to communicate and negotiate for all play dates. Its great when unspoken communication works but devastating when it doesn't

The Bench

2011-11-28T15:45:00.001-06:00

        Another Our Need and Desire party has come and gone...sigh. I do love spanking parties, especially the one I give twice a year. All my spanko friends and family plus new friends gather in a Chicago suburb for a weekend of socializing, eating, and spanking. Lots and lots of spanking and, of course, chocolate.


      While tables, chairs, hotel beds, and sofas are fine for spanking, there is nothing like a spanking bench. The one in the picture was made by Kinky Contractor on fetlife. It belongs to me and the Our Need and Desire group. It is a traveling bench but lives in my apartment (Big Smile) when there is no party. I make sure it doesn't get bored between parties, it is my responsibility after all!

      I love the fact that it is not black and red. Not a thing wrong with black and red, but this is so much more "me" and the group. In case you can't tell, the padding is a pink leopard print and the white wood has been decorated by party goers.

     Our last party theme was School Daze so many naughty young ladies and one (brave) naughty young man were funished in the party room for inappropriate behavior at school. Yes even my completely angelic self got a taste of the flogger over the bench.

     If you have never been on a bench let me describe what it feels like when I have my bare bottom over it.

     Keep in mind I am not talking about a punishment situation so no restraints were used, this was party play. First you kneel on the bottom "step". This is your chance to make a few smart ass remarks, bat your eyelashes, and keep the group laughing at your dilemma. The spanker frowns, promises dire punishments for such behavior, and everyone keeps laughing. I will admit at this point I am laughing too.

     You are directed to assume the position. So you bend, and lay your body over the top "step". At this point I always get butterflies in my stomach, after all I have my back to the group, and soon very little will be left to the imagination. Spankers always ask quietly ahead of time if you are willing to bare your bottom. I always say yes...I know, what can you do??

     So up went my skirt and, slowly, my panties came down. Of course my friend BEN had to point out they said Seat of Education, which got a laugh. There I am, with my bare bottom in the air and a roomful of people watching. Good Grief, how does an angel like me END UP this way?

     I got an excellent flogging during which I protested loudly between laughs. It was wonderful.

     It does look scary I know but being on the bench can be such an enjoyable experience. The spanker can talk to you, watch your face and body language, and your (ahem) charms are as revealed as your feel comfortable with.

     Now there are other times that the bench becomes a more serious piece of equipment, but for now let's leave it out for laughs.

Philosophical Ruminations on Punishment

2011-11-04T19:16:00.000-05:00

Waiting for the train at Penn Station in NYC. This is definitely a love/hate situation since I love the fact that I am going to visit wonderful friends in Maryland but hate that I am leaving my Daddy/BigBrother in Manhattan. We are just chatting, the train is late (and I say a silent thank you to Amtrak) and he smiles every time my hand wanders to my backside, which throbs, tingles, and aches in a most persistent, and delightful manner. It certainly brings a smile to my face as well and an invisible lump to my throat.
Then he asks, "Any philosophical ruminations on punishment after....". He never gets to finish because the redcap informs me its time to go, the train just pulled in. Suddenly we are rushing to get the bag on the redcap's cart, kissing goodbye, hugging and off I go.
When I board the train and sit (gingerly) there is now time to think about this burning (ok bad pun) question. First of all, I have been part of this relationship for four years, the best years I have ever had in so many ways. This trip is not even close to the first time he has had to punish me. But it is the first time he has been entirely comfortable with my trust level to hold nothing back. And I am here to tell you he did not hold back anything! I should also point out that this is entirely consensual as I gave this right to him quite awhile ago. It also is the first time I have had a huge build up of wrong doing, since I could not be spanked for punishment or any other reason while I was recovering and rehabing from four surgeries.
So my book and I came to NYC as did the butterflies in my stomach. My book, that I am referring to is the one where I am required to write down wrong doing. Since I live so far away, we keep track in writing. His memory is sometimes a bit flaky, and to be honest, so is mine! I had never had so much written down at one time. I am not really into misbehavior and breaking rules as a lifestyle, but the year had been incredibly stressful and I don't handle that kind of stress very gracefully.
Now my trip was not really about "let's punish Valorie for three days". Both my Daddy and his wonderful wife took me out for dinners and to two shows. During the day, when I wasn't staring at the bedspread regretting what I had done, Daddy and I went for long walks, saw a museum, and ate lovely lunches. The weather was beautiful, as though NYC, was agreeing that I had to enjoy my time. But, yes, there were issues to take care of, for both our peace of mind.
Over this four years I have begun to explore what has been there all my life. Spanking is a huge part of it, my first and most prevalent fantasy. I can't remember a time when it was not a part of me. But linked to the spanking was wanting someone to care about me, and to help lookout for my well being. That was not part of my experience as a child or teen. Spanking also took on sexual overtones as I went through puberty, but the wanting and needing to be held accountable was always there. Adding to that mix is submission, which I really had no good handle on until I got involved in spanking. But as with spanking, it has also been with me all my life. Now I am finding ways to act on it but that's another story.
My Daddy totally understands my need, in fact it amazes me sometimes what an absolutely detailed understanding he has. I consider him my Daddy/BigBrother Dominant. He does not make rules frivolously nor does he micromanage, so when he does make a decision that is the law. He decided to deal with the worst offenses in the book first, we had also decided we couldn't do everything during this trip or it really would have been a punishmentfest. I found out during the first spanking that my Daddy had evolved (he now refers to himself as version 2.0).
Prior to this I had always felt as if he was too easy on me but that changed immediately. I have no idea how many times that lexan paddle lifted and fell, I have no idea how many times the bathbrush lifted and fell. But I do know it hurt like hell and I had to fight my own reactions, so I could take it well. (That is very important to me). I was sweating and crying when I finally was able to be cuddled and comforted and told how will I had done. He was very proud of me and I was amazed at how different the intensity had become. My tush wanted to immediately secede from my body and find a different girl, but my heart and mind were rejoicing. It may sound crazy, but this was such a tangible and precious gift of love.
We talked after that spanking and the eight others that followed during those three days (oy). My bottom was bright red most of the time, and it is still pinkish even now. Usually it takes a great deal for my bottom to color and stay colored. There were and are slightly darker tones at the sit spots and slight abrasions on the cheeks. Of course each spanking that came after that first one hurt from before the first smack and, two in particular, literally took my breath away. No warm ups, no rubbing until later, this is punishment. By the end of nine spankings I was a very chastised woman/little girl. And the relationship with my Daddy had deepened in a way I had not realized would be possible. I asked him twice to continue with two that I didn't think I had handled as well as I could have. That is, of course, his decision, but he knows it is important to me and he agreed. So his three lexan paddles, his belt, and that bathbrush tattooed my tush, and taught me many lessons.
It also relieved much of my guilt over the mistakes I had made. My hope is that I won't make the same mistakes again but if I do I know what to expect. A big hug, a hell of a spanking, and then comfort and forgiveness.
No one has ever cared about my well being or my life outcomes as he does. It truly scares him when I engage in stupid actions that threaten my health or safety. And never once, have I ever felt abused or badly treated. No matter the severity, it is as real as the love he offers so generously.
Yes, I have thought a great deal about all this, and I am quite sad that the soreness is now gone. I loved that reminder every time I sat down or bent over to pick something up. It was a reminder that I have now what was a lifelong fantasy but is now reality. His overwhelming need to spank me when I am bad and my overwhelming need to take that spanking and feel the love in every swat.
Thank you Daddy, Thank you Big Brother, thank you for all you do to make my life so much better and happier. There will never be enough words to express it, you are the very best man and I love you.

Question of the Week-Advice for Newbies

2011-07-17T06:58:00.000-05:00

As I am preparing to host my eighth spanking party, it occurred to me that I don't see a great deal of advice for new spankers/spankees. While I am aware that many people get a much earlier start in the lifestyle than I did, we are all beginners at some point. For many of us the fantasy was there long before the realization. However, fantasy is just that...fantasy. In reality you are entering into an intimate (even if no sex or sexual contact is involved), emotional, and sometimes scary situation.

So for those of you that have spanked or been spanked many times or even once or twice, what advice would you give to a newbie? What kinds of conversation should be involved, should implements be used immediately, do you start with discipline or play? Any knowledge you can pass on would be much appreciated.

I remember when I was starting out, I soaked up information like a sponge. It was a great help and any mistakes I made were my own.

This has been posted on my fetlife group and my Yahoo group, and I will certainly post the remarks made at the end of the week!

Someone Spank Me...NOW!

2011-07-16T15:22:00.000-05:00

I am in a drought. Well, let me be more specific, I am in a spanking drought. Certainly have plenty of water to drink, but not a paddle, brush, or belt in sight.

The dry spell has gone on for almost a year! There are good reasons for this, exactly four of them. After four hip surgeries in six months, spanking is not on the agenda for awhile. Although I did have a good time explaining to my surgeon when I had to ask him when it would be safe to engage in this specific activity. Believe it or not, spanking is not covered in the hip precaution booklet they give you in rehab. I know its unbelievable, but there you are.

I neeeeeedd to be spanked. Oh do I ever have the need. Somehow before I got involved in this lifestyle, when it was all just a lovely fantasy, the need did not nag so cruelly. But, it seems, once you start it is addicting. Stopping cold and going through withdrawal does not work. It only makes it that much more desireable and necessary.

My brain has all its cells on full alert every time I look at a spanking pic, view a video on fetlife, or even read the words! I spend time looking at my implements and sighing. I feel uncentered, and uncomfortable with myself.

Yes, there are some possibilities on the horizon and I only have to wait a month until I go to visit my Big Brother/Daddy for my birthday. But, it would be wonderful if I didn't have to wait another month. Actually in the next five minutes would be great, and yes I need the five minutes to brush my teeth and put on cute panties.

Right now I am planning my group's November spanking party so its in my face, so to speak. A long time over a lap with my backside burning would just be perfect.

Anyone else feel this way?

Hey, I'm BAAAACCCKKKKK and this time for good!

2011-06-15T20:04:00.002-05:00

Many thanks to Spanked Hortic for wondering where the update was. I started writing this and had terrible problems posting so I am hoping this one will go through. I apologize for the lack of pictures but I can't seem to make that work either. Somebody needs a spanking! So I keep showing up, telling you my physical woes, and then, POOF, I'm gone again. Here we go again. In November of 2010 my Yahoo group, Our Need and Desire had our fall spanking weekend party. Leading up to this party I was in horrible pain, my right hip (the replaced one) was becoming impossible to manuever. And I was so exhausted that putting the party together was becoming total labor and no love. The Friday of the party, three of us were at Costco getting party food and I, literally, collapsed. My right leg decided it was done! I ended up at the ER and was admitted. The orthopedic surgeon (my new best friend and hero) found a break in my pelvis and a total displacement of the prosthetic. Thus began a six month journey through four surgeries, hospital stays, and lenghty rehab home stays. It seemed never ending. So after great quantities of blood, sweat, and tears, not always just mine, I am finally at the end of the tunnel. That famous light is shining right in my eyes. For the first time in many years I can walk without any pain. Tomorrow I have the stitches out from the final surgery and I am praying that we are done!! During this time my Sir died, my birth Dad died, and I had to have one of my beloved cats to sleep. During this time, my big brother (in the lifestyle) was there every single step of the way. If not at my side physically he was on the phone many times a day. He flew out to be with me for the second surgery so I would not wake up and be alone. I could never have had such wonderful outcome without him. During this time my lifestyle friends were there in every possible way. Visits to the hospital, to rehab were such a gift. I will always treasure how they were all there for me. Again, if not right there, then there on the phone. During this time I finally got my own apartment and moved! Since I had hip surgery I was and still am restricted in the kinds of movement I can handle. So I am living in the land of lost boxes. Can't unpack but at least I am here! Now I am anxiously, impatiently awaiting the ok to be spanked again. The last time a paddle, strap, or hand touched my bottom was September and I really need to have that connection again. Since my physical state is improving rapidly, I expect that to happen this summer!! So I'm back and hopefully its to stay. And then this can stop being a medical tragedy blog and get back to the joys and delights of spanking

A test post

2011-06-15T20:03:00.000-05:00

Testing to see if I can post...

An Update on Purple Angel

2011-06-06T19:40:00.001-05:00

Spanking Parties? Love em or Leave em part 1

2010-10-26T23:35:00.004-05:00

This November I am hosting my sixth spanking party. The party has grown from about 15 people to around 35 or more. It is a weekend party held at a suburban Chicago hotel. My inspiration to embark on this wild and crazy journey was the fun I had and the people I met at my first Chicago Crimson Moon party. And I have never been sorry I jumped from that frying pan into my own fire!

Spanking parties have become a part of my social scene life. Spanking and impact play was the very first kink I explored (but certainly not the last). It is my most beloved fetish and the one I fantasized about throughout my life. Its no wonder then that it seems to need the bigger than life atmosphere of a party.

For those of you that haven't had the pleasure, a few highlights. You arrive, somewhat breathless, at the party hotel. Breathless? Sure! You ran ahead of the car, flew ahead of the plane, and jogged faster than the train to get to the unique event that would occupy you totally. If you have been to a previous party or participate in groups on fetlife, spankolife, or Yahoo, you probably can't wait to greet friends you haven't seen in awhile and meet new people that you only know online or from phone conversations.

Now let''s stand back and view the scene for a moment. Adults hugging and kissing, shaking hands, smiling, outbursts of laughter, and overheard snatches of conversation. "How are your kids doing", "is your mom feeling better", "did the move go smoothly" and you might think, family reunion. In a way you are right. It feels very much like family, the time seems to melt away and relationships pick up right where they left off.

As soon as you have promised about a million (smile) people a spot on your dance card, you escape to your hotel room to rest and refresh for the marathon is about to begin.

These weekend parties are, indeed, marathon spanking events. In fact I believe carb loading before you arrive might not be a bad idea. You will need every ounce of energy you can muster. There will early morning breakfasts, late late night "appointments", group events and meals, and inbetween all that, many delicious hours of spanking delights. Different positions, implements galore, party room spankings, and private room spankings...it stretches out in front of you in all its tantalizing and delicious delight. If you are a top you can't wait to see the panties come down baring the first bottom to wiggle in anticipation of your attention. If you are a bottom, you are delighting in the knowledge that you will go to bed much much later with a fantastic aching tingle that your hand just can't seem to stop rubbing. And oh if you are a switch, you happily contemplate both.

More tomorrow as we continue vicariously feeling it all. I am quite fortunate, in four weeks it won't be vicarious, I will be in the thick of my next party experience!

Unveiling my Blog or I will Lurk no More

2010-10-21T13:55:00.003-05:00

Since today is Love our Lurkers day I decided to unveil my blog once again. It seems that this past year I have been my own best lurker! I am going to make, yet another, concerted effort to get my blog back on track and lurk no more!

The unfortunate reason for being a lurker (tightening the belt of my black trenchcoat) has been illness along with a startling number of depressing events in my life. I am not going into these since they are just that...depressing. However, I do reserve the right to use these for future blog fodder. And while life is not back to any semblance of normal, I love writing and I loved having this blog.

To remind you of who I am and for any first timers that drop by, I use the name Purple Angel and I am a spanko. At this point in my life I have learned, experienced, and evolved into a submissive spanko. I really don't switch anymore unless it is someone with whom I have a continuing connection. It has also become clear to me that I am a bit of a masochist. That was very difficult for me to accept but I have come to understand that it is not a negative concept. And I am very curious, love trying out new experiences.

I enjoy being active in the lifestyle community and I write spanking as well as BDSM stories. You can find many of my golden oldies right here, on Spankful Delight. I host spanking parties in the Chicago area and run a Yahoo group known as Our Need and Desire. If you would like more party info just let me know!

So a fresh start, and I hope you will not be a stranger. I will also make it a priority not to be a stranger on my own blog. What a crazy idea! But if you must lurk and not comment, I do hope you enjoy what you read. After all, bloggers often do this as an appropriate way to seek attention, there is no point in writing if you have no readers. Just my opinion....

Hope you enjoyed my newest unveiling and I look forward to sharing with you i the future!

2010-07-08T20:30:00.001-05:00

You Scored as Submissive

(((Note: This quiz is not totally comprehensive because of the length such a quiz would be. I kept it sex-based because I felt that psychological profiles and motivations were too complicated and vary too greatly among people that practice BDSM.))) It feels good to serve. A lack of control in the bedroom can be fun and relaxing. Being with a dominant person wouldn't be a bad idea.

Submissive

86%

Experimental

82%

Masochist

75%

Switch

61%

Bondage

61%

Sadist

46%

Exhibitionist / Voyeur

39%

Degradation Lover

39%

Vanilla

18%

Dominant

11%

Party and Toy Review

2010-06-10T14:10:00.005-05:00

Well the spring Our Need and Desire party is now a lovely memory. It was a blast and we are beginning to plan our November party already. As you may guess I am still trying to get back in the swing of things, I am doing so much better but find it hard to keep up.

The party was our largest yet and we had spankos from Illinois, Indiana, Wisconsin, Ohio, New York, Virginia, Maryland, Utah, and California. If I forgot a state you can spank me in the fall!! It was a time of socializing, spanking, food, fun, and a chance to be there for two very good friends in need.

First of all I must thanks CANE-IACS for their continued support of our parties. Not only are they kind, but they support those in the lifestyle. In this post I will tell you about their naughty sticks. They are AWESOME! The naughty stick prize was highly coveted and everyone that either felt or wielded one could not believe what a great implement it was. First of all it is fairly light and easy to handle. It can be used for play or serious misdemeanors. The length of it means you can cover both cheeks at the same time. No back and forth, just forth! It is also very good for serious sit spot coverage.

I love the cute sayings and you can order one that you design yourself. The price is right and it is a great addition to any toybag. I highly recommend this, and loved how it felt when being spanked. Wonderful, tingly sting!!

Party Time

2010-05-15T23:01:00.004-05:00

I can hardly wait!! This Friday, May 21st is the Our Need and Desire spring spanking party and I know we are going to have a great time. For those who have not read my blog, my Yahoo group has two parties a year. One is in November and the other is in May. Its wonderful to see all my friends, socialize, and spank the weekend away.

This time we are having a spanking castle theme for Saturday night, with appropriate contests and games for all the Lords and Ladies of the realm. Our parties would not be as much fun without the generous sponsorship by lifestyle vendors. This time around we are being helped by Paddles and Panties, a new site that is just getting off the ground. And our returning friends at Cane-iacs have been incredibly generous. There is a link to Cane-iacs on this blog and I urge you to click and check them out. They have wonderful implements, books, and some truly entertaining "stuff" that is just for fun. Well, actually it is all for fun, hot spanking fun.

The two items pictured are from Cane-iacs and after the party I will be posting reviews of their merchandise. So stay tuned!

Submissive Switch

2010-04-22T14:26:00.005-05:00

My life has taken an interesting turn. I am in a relationship with a very submissive man. I have many choices to make regarding this situation. First of all I am a submissive switch. I have been told that it is confusing but I am not confused at all.

I enjoy giving others what they need, that is part of my submissive nature. So switching has become part of the life I lead. I know its not for everyone but it does work for me. The one gentleman I am seeing is extremely submissive. Now please don't think this means weak or wimpy. Those in the lifestyle know it means no such thing. He is a strong and intelligent man. But he is a submissive. We are going to discuss whether or not we can meet each other's needs and if a relationship is possible.

You might wonder why I am even considering this. I don't like discounting anyone in my life for reasons that might be worked out. If I had done this I would not have many of the friends that I now love. He has been loyal and caring for over a year now, waiting for "his lady" to be ready to give this a try. I believe that even if we don't work it out we will be great friends and that is worth a great deal.

Switching has come to mean more to me than spanking, it embraces power exchange, he understands that as well. It is what he needs in his life, and I need it in mine. The area of D/s is one that hold many definitions. Being a submissive does not equate with slavery in my mind but it does in many others. Is anyone right or wrong? I don't think so, it is a matter or respecting each person's right to define their journey.

I love being spanked, I love having a man that watches out for me in a caring and protective way. But I also have to have my wings to fly. Micro management is not for me. But I am obedient to those that love me and I always will be. Such is the nature of my committment.

So weigh in with your opinion. Do you think switching is just a way of not committing to one specific role? Or is it a way that some of us are wired, to enjoy this amazing lifestyle in all its complexity. I don't think there is one right answer but I would love to hear all kinds of opinions

Question of the Week-Is spanking becoming more acceptable?

2010-03-05T23:12:00.002-06:00

Ok now for all you spankers and switches, is this an appropriate target? Just kidding around, that is not what I am asking. I found this picture and it was labeled spanking. I suppose her bottom is redder than a usual bottom but I was curious about this. Is our lifestyle becoming more acceptable in society? This is simply a question and really not hoping that it is or is not. It just seems to me that there is more erotic literature appearing in mainstream bookstores that features both spanking and other aspects of bdsm. Lots of these novels feature D/s relationships and have a huge following.

One of the authors I read is Joey W. Hill. She is a pretty good writer and also seems very knowledgeable about spanking, domination, and submission. She has a website and a Yahoo group that I belong to.

This is just one example of a wider mainstream acceptance that seems to be happening. So do weigh in with your opinion. Are we getting our toes out of the closet or are we still in there except with those who are like minded? And do we really want the vanilla world mixed in the spanking world? I look forward to reading what you have to say.

A Word to All Those That Rudely Take Advantage

2010-03-04T22:50:00.002-06:00

My evil Purple Angel twin is writing this blog. This is addressed to those of you that took advantage of my illness and absence, and tried to post comments that went from the sublime to the totally ridiculous. What is more amazing is that you never even noticed your comments never saw the light of day, since I moderated all comments.

So to all you spammers, KNOCK IT OFF! I am not posting what you write, you are wasting your time and my time. To those of you that don't write in English but only in oriental languages, I don't post anything I can't read. I moderate comments because I don't want the readers of my blog to be bored or offended by this type of nonsense.

If you feel you need to waste your time so be it. I will continue to reject your comments. And I am back blogging so get over this need you have to fill up my comment moderation section with garbage.

To those of you that are the real readers and commentators, I apologize but I had to say it and get it off my mind.

The evil twin is done, well at least for now.

My future looks bright..hopefully, bright red!

2010-03-04T22:27:00.002-06:00

So I am finally settled in the newest place I have moved to, and it seems to be an excellent transition. Time to take a deep breath and move forward. One part of moving forward is the unexpected relationship that is developing with a terrific man. Yes, that has been something I know I have shared with you before, but I am no quitter and he seems to be the real deal. Well at least the deal I have been int4erested in finding.

He is a gentle, caring Dom who understands my feelings abut a Domestic Discipline partnership. We have talked, emailed, and yes, we have met. Each meeting draws us closer together, its quite wonderful. Oh and he does understand the absolute need for lots of fun and Just Because spankings. If these components were not there it would certainly be a deal breaker. I could not at this point in my life, consider a vanilla relationship. It would be dishonest and unfair to me and the man involved.

So I will see him next week and (holding my breath) I do believe I will get spanked...yes I said spanked. Oh and how I need that spanking.

If you tune in for the next post or soon thereafter I will share developments in this fantastic turn around in my life that was totally unexpected! Will she get spanked? Will she have that red bottom that seems so unobtainable? Like the lady in the picture, I will most certainly have a big (wicked) grin on my face if my fairytale comes true. Keep your fingers crossed!

Yes, angels return

2010-02-13T11:50:00.003-06:00

I couldn't believe how long it has been since I blogged. My wings were well and truly clipped by a stroke..well actually two of them. It has taken quite awhile to get to the point where my eyes, fingers, and endurance can handle working on the computer. Believe me I have missed this very much.

The wonderful part of having something horrible happen is finding out how many people truly love and care about you. In fact, if nothing ever happened of much consequence I don't know how to find this out except for intuition. I am going to share some of my story, this is a warning you know. If you aren't interested now is the time to find that other blog you have been meaning to read.

After the first stroke, I lost my housing arrangements. Yes, I was in the hospital and the person I was sharing a house with decided that she did not want me to come back under these circumstances. It was shocking, it was frightening, and ultimately, it was for the best. When you find out that someone you held in high regard as a friend is no longer in your corner, it is time to move on before things get ugly. So when I left the hospital I spent the first two nights in a hotel. This was also scary. I was alone with very poor vision and terrible balance issues. My eating choices were limited since swallowing was also an issue. At that point another friend volunteered to take me in and I gratefully accepted.

Before I go any further I must mention my big brother. Readers of my blog know that I have a big brother in the lifestyle that I am obedient to for life. You can't imagine how much my situation stressed him out. We live quite a distance from each other so between the poor medical care I received initially and my housing situation, he was about to hop a plane. Needless to say he was also very gratetul when my friend stepped forward.

The move was temporary, I had to seek out better medical care since my symptoms were getting worse and my vision was almost no longer functional. The house I went to did not have a separate room for me nor did I have my own bed. This was uncomfortable but not impossible. Many issues arose during my stay there that, unfortunately, have now resolved themselves in a negative way. However, since not everyone that comes into your life is there forever you take the lessons you learn and move past it. They are either there for a reason, a season, or forever. I found out that some people come to teach you things you did not know or understand and then they move on.

After I got into an excellent hospital and received top notch care they sent me to a rehabilitation hospital and the progress continued. Since I still needed a place to stay, my sister wanted me to come and stay with her. This was to be mutually beneficial since my sister and brother in law were struggling and I could help out financially. I don't have much in the way of financial resources but I gave what I could. As I write this I am still at my sister's house but moving in two weeks to stay with a friend as I hunt for apartments. Considering that when I first went into the hospital I could not walk on my own, get up on my own and had to use a wheelchair I am proud to say I am pretty independent these days.

One of the brightest moments of the last few months was the fall party that my Yahoo group hosts. I got lots of email assuming the party was to be cancelled. But I assured one and all that, come hell or high water, that party was on! For purely selfish reasons I needed that party. I had to assure myself I was not only among the living, but back in my spanko community.

The party was a wonderful success and I got spanked, boy did I ever get spanked. The first night I was too tired to do much but by Saturday night I was ready to go! I got spanked and spanked others, what a joy. But my friends the best part was the feeling I got when we all gathered in the social room the first time on Friday night. It was like a family reunion, I felt as though I had come home to people that loved and cared about me. Now don't get me wrong, many were itching to spank me but I was itching to be spanked.

And I got to see, hug, and be spanked by my big brother. When I hugged him the first time, I started crying. I had been so afraid I would never see him again. One of my biggest fears had been that I would have another stroke and die without seeing the people I loved so much.

Now as for the blog, I am going to do my best to post regularly. My group's spring party is coming up in May. It is posted on my Our Need and Desire group, fetlife, and spankolife. I invite one and all to join in the fun. I will post more of the details in the next day or two. But for now my wings are tired and this purple angel is just happy to be back at home.

Flaming Fall Fannies-November party

2009-07-30T18:41:00.005-05:00

Now that is a Flaming Fall Fanny!

Life of the Party

My Yahoo group, Our Need and Desire, is hosting its annual Fall party on the weekend of November 20-22,2009. We are delighted to open the option to all of you to attend and have some terrific spanking fun with great people in a very comfortable setting. So here is some information to help you making that decision that this is one party you can't miss!

Flaming Fall Fannies

Party fee is fifty dollars per person if paid by Oct 1st

Party fee is fifty five dollars per person if paid from Oct 1st-31st

Party fee is sixty dollars per person if paid from Nov 1st-Nov13th

The hotel cost is seventy nine dollars per night and our block is open until November 8th

You will get hotel information when I receive your party registration fee.

Your party fee includes:

Friday and Saturday delicious dinners

Party surprises and prizes for games

Snacks, soda, and bottled water throughout the weekend

Use of the social room throughout the weekend

Please contact me if you want a registration form and/or more information. You can reach me by leaving a comment here or using my email-vcm1413@sbcglobal.net

Our parties are friendly and open to new friends, age and size do not matter. You will have a great time.

An Update and Thanks to Those That Did Not Give Up

2009-04-27T22:44:00.003-05:00

Well now, it has been awhile and I am sorry. I certainly deserve a spanking and I will make sure I get one for leaving my blog swinging in the breeze so long.

As of now I am back on schedule with work, my group's May party is going full speed ahead(if you are interested leave a comment), and I can't wait to tell you about Janine.

Oh surely you remember Janine? Parts 1-3 of the story Bitter and Cold. Ok here is the update or you can go down a few posts and read it. Janine was the sub of a man with a heart of stone who treated her very badly indeed. The day he left her because she was such an unworthy sub there was a knock on the door. There was the technician from the utility company to turn off the gas and electricity. Janine, in shock already, faints and cracks her head on the floor.

When she wakes up in the hospital, she has a concussion but her hero has stayed to find out how she is. The doctor is also interested in the man that was not in the apartment due to the horrible welts and bruises up and down Janine's legs.

That is where part 4 starts tomorrow. Any ideas of what will happen? Leave them on the comment page. And thanks to those who wrote to me, you are all just the best. Oh and as you can see from the picture I am in the perfect position for anyone who would like to get in some smacks on a naughty blogger's behind.

Hugs,

Purple Angel

Happy Valentine's Day

2009-02-13T21:00:00.001-06:00

Comments - Graphics - Layouts - Photobucket

Have a wonderful Valentine's Day!

Tomorrow Part four of Bitter and Cold.

Turning Up the Heat-Comments

2009-02-08T17:59:00.004-06:00

Well my move is complete but the job of unpacking goes on....and on and on and on! However, before I continue the story Bitter and Cold I wanted to share the comments about the post on turning up the heat. This involved the concept of figging using fresh ginger and other salves and oils that heat up the bottom as well as genital areas. I do thank all of you that responded.

In my opinion using agents to heat up and stimulate the skin all depends on how sensitive the person's skin is that is the recipient. I have had Ben Gay used rectally and it is a quite a feeling. Even after being removed it still stings for quite awhile. I have often referred to it as an inside out spanking. However, we did discover that it started to cause problems because of my intestinal problems. That is why I think it is really important to be careful with substances on delicate tissue areas. Here are the comments from the others that joined in.

Johninill said...
Honestly? Never tried it and don't want to. If you can't accomplish the task with the usual implements and techniques, then you're not going to succeed

A.S.S. said...
We have certainly kicked around the idea of using something on the skin to enhance the sensation of a spanking... with Ben Gay being at the top of that list. Thing is, it's not a traditional part of a spanking... so for us, it's really not something that would work in a discipline spanking. With that off the table, the added pain might be a bit too much for something playful.Something we may try one day though!:)Todd & Suzy

PK said...
Purple,I read about figging and I really wanted to try it. I loved it! I love the burn/stinging sensation and it stops as soon as the root is removed so it is the kind of thing you can try and end it quickly if you find you don't like it.I love to use Ben Gay after a spanking because I love afterburn. I have been afraid to use in on a plug or anything because I was afraid it would be too incense and I wouldn't have a good way to stop it.This site has many people discussing their experiences with figging and with a few other experimental items. It makes an interesting read. http://www.figging.com/

SPANKEDHORTIC said...
If you want to try something a little more natural have a peppermint bath before your spanking. The recipe is simple crush about 2 handfuls of peppermint leaves, with a mortar and pestle, boil it up in about one and a half liters of water (three pints) and dump the lot, leaves and all, in your bath water (without bubble bath or salts). Peppermint is a natural muscle relaxant and like most of these it makes the skin more sensitive, mildly but noticeably. You end up smelling nice and minty too.Figging is fun but I find it a bit of a challenge sometimes.Prefectdt

Andrades Girl said...
Hi Purple AngelA very interesting question. I have read about figging and found the same website that PK speaks about. But I am too chicken to try that just yet. I am still getting used to the sensations/stinging of spankings. Spankedhortic's advice seems very interesting.Take care,Andrades Girl

Helixman said...
The figging thing...idk.However, I have been spanked after having baby oil spread on my bottom, hard, with a hairbrush which is intense. I have also been hairbrush spanked on a wet bottom - intense but less so than the baby oil.Incidently, about a blistered bottom,pure aloe vera juice, inexpensive, and availble at Walmart, is the best. For soothing post-spank, ice is good, directly moving a piece around the skin (and tres erotique), but Udder Cream out of the fridge will sooth a lot longer, also from Wally World.Lance

K said...
Be sure to give a review if you try the ginger. I'm a bit curious, too, but Hubby said the thought of f'ing me with produce just isn't appealing. I can't complain, though. He keeps me well satisfied with plenty of other ways.

Cigi said...
Oh Valorie you are either going to love my response for its candor or you're going to hate it for the same reason, but...here goes.In my opinion, when you start including penetration/insertion into the spanking scenario, you are no longer spanking...you're having sex. This is just my opinion. To me, anything inserted in exit only areas when I'm trying to enjoy my spanking would just detract...might as well just stop and have anal sex. As for finding an ointment or salve that sensatizes the skin for a spanking, I am not a fan of that either. It's like the spanker saying, "Well, my hand (or strap or paddle) isn't good enough to get the job done" or "I'm a sadist and I want it to hurt you as much as possible." I have tried some things in this area and just hated it. I always ended up having to take cold cream and remove whatever it was that was stinging. This is not in any way erotic to me. So my vote is NO on both counts. Sorry, my love, but you know I'm a purist!Love ya!Cigi

Anonymous said...
Although it sounds kinky and exciting to me, I've been told that substances like ben-gay may burn mucous membranes to the point of damage, and that straight peppermint oil, applied with a q-tip, had a pleasant burning sensation. Haven't tried figging yet, but want to! :)

I'll be back...really!

2009-01-15T21:23:00.003-06:00

Well I am moving to a new place that I will be sharing with a friend. I can't tell you how happy I am to be leaving the place I have been living for the last four years. It will also be very nice to not live alone. In any case I won't be doing alot of posting for the next couple of weeks. I have to work and pack. So most of my communication will be by phone.

In the meantime you can think about whether figging is a good idea and what is going to happen to Janine in Bitter and Cold. I would love feedback. This is the first time I have written a mean or uncaring man in a spanking story. It is also the first time I am writing spanking into a mystery.

Take care one and all, I promise to be back!

Question of the Week-Turning up the heat

2009-01-10T21:33:00.002-06:00

This week's question is one I have been curious about for a long time. When I am very naughty and the person spanking me is not sure my bottom can take as much as he thinks it deserves (and he does not like bruising) I have had Ben Gay inserted into my bottom. I assure you this is like getting an inside out spanking, although it does no harm. Oh and of course yes he does spank with whatever implement he chooses after inserting that awful stuff. He has also said he would like to find an ointment or salve to increase the sensitivity of my bottom for spanking.

I have never experienced figging but I have read many accounts. Sounds like a good news/bad news deal to me. So what I am asking my readers is how you feel about using substances to increase the sensitivity of the areas being spanked. In some cases this includes genital areas as well. The only thing I ask is that if you post please don't identify a substance that can be harmful. If you aren't sure please post that you don't know for sure. So have you tried it? Would you try it? Which ones have worked well? And lastly, do you find any a turn on?

Bitter and Cold Pt 3 M/f spanking fiction

2009-01-01T17:01:00.010-06:00

The serviceman from the power company dropped his clipboard and knelt down next to the unconscious woman. He had seen people react many ways to shutting off their power but this was a first for him. He could tell this was not an act, no one could force their skin to turn that color.

He gently turned Janine over and patted her face gently, "Ms. Grant, Ms. Grant", in his anxiety assuming the woman on the floor was Paul Grant's wife. As he moved his hand to gently pull her skirt down he noticed the ugly welted bruises up and down her thighs. There were fresh ones and a number that looked much older. They were yellow and starting to heal. He shook his head, it never ceased to amaze him what people would do to those they supposedly cared about. But for right now he was most concerned that she was not regaining consciousness. He noticed the large lump starting to form on her forehead and decided that he might now quite a bit about electrical circuits but he knew very little about the circuitry of the brain. He opened his cell phone and dialed 911.

Voices from far off were calling her name. "Janine can you open your eyes?" What a dumb question she thought, of course I can open my eyes. However, as she tried she realized it was going to be more difficult than she thought it would be. When she tried to move her head there was a heavy, dull pain and she groaned. "Get Dr. Ferris, I think she is starting to wake up." Another voice she didn't recognize. As Janine struggled to open her eyes all she saw was fuzzy gray outlines. Suddenly a light was shining in her eyes and she struggled to move her head but it was held securely. As the torturous light beamed in each eye, Janine began to see colors and distinct lines. "Now that is looking better", boomed a hearty voice. The voice was cheery but loud and Janine winced at the ache in her head. The Dr. smiled and lowered his voice considerably. "Sorry about that. But we are very glad to see those pretty eyes open. You, my dear, have a serious concussion and we have spent the better part of a day and night hoping you were going to wake up pretty soon." He patted Janine's hand as he realized the amount of shock she was in from all this information. "I am Dr. Ferris and you are at Mercy Hospital. I do believe a young man brought you in. That headache you have is going to last awhile unfortunately, although now that you are awake we can give you a mild pain reliever.

Janine heard nothing past a young man brought you in. Paul...it had to be Paul, he came back and found her. Oh God he saved her life. "Oh please can I see him?" The Dr. smiled, patted her hand again, gave the nurse orders as to what to give her and assured Janine she could certainly see her good Samaritan.

The Dr. left the room and within a few minutes a tall very slender man in a gray uniform walked in looking very awkward. His sandy brown hair was tousled and he had deep blue eyes that looked at Janine curiously. "Hey there glad to see you are doing better, you sure gave us a scare."

"Who are you, where is Paul", Janine's voice was sharper than she intended but this was becoming very confusing. The young man sat down in the chair next to her bed.

"Oh well your husband wasn't home when I got there. I guess you don't remember after that awful bump on your head." He winced as he looked at the huge lump which was now turning a horrible shade of deep purple. "All we could find in your purse was your name and information. I guess you use your maiden name since there was nothing with Grant on it."

Turning her head slightly to the side Janine winced, "He isn't my husband, we live together. I thought when they said a man brought me in that it was him." A few tears trickled down her cheeks. Her voice became cold and leaden, "Please leave, I just want to be alone." In her misery it never even occurred to her to thank the man who had seen to her safety.

Rob awkwardly stood up pushing the chair back and watching Janine crunch her face at the squeal it made on the floor. "I am sorry Ma'am, hope you are better really soon. I am sure I can get the power company to wait until this all gets straightened out." Waving her hand at him, Janine paid no attention to what he was saying. As the nurse walked in with a hypodermic Rob nodded and walked out the door.

As he started down the hallway the Dr caught him by his arm. Sorry son, I didn't get your name."

"Oh its Robert Powell, I work for the power company. When I came to disconnect the power today she fainted and that is when her head was injured."

The doctor nodded, "I see, so you are not her boyfriend or husband. We would like to talk to him if you happen to have any information about him."

Rob handed the doctor the card for the power company service office, "They can help you, all I know is that his name is Paul Grant and he lives at this address." Rob wrote it on the back of the card. "But the lady says it is not her husband, but that she lives with him." Rob shuffled his feet, "I couldn't help but notice all the well, bruising on her legs. Is she going to be alright?"

The doctor looked at him gravely, "That is what we would like to talk to Mr. Grant about. Thank you for your information. You have been very helpful.'

Rob started towards the elevator and turned back, "Is it ok if I come back and visit, just to make sure she if doing ok?"

The doctor smiled, "Of course you can and I am sure that Janine will appreciate it."

The nurse swabbed down the area where she had just given Janine a shot. "Now this will help the pain in your head and make you sleep. Don't you fight it sweetie. You need to rest." Before the nurse walked out the door she hesitated, "Janine is there anything you would like to talk about? You know, of course, we all saw your legs. Its hard to miss. Honey, is someone hurting you?"

It took a moment for Janine to get what the nurse was talking about. Her legs?.. Oh the bruises. "She shook her head, "No it is just because I did not do as I should, I deserved it." Then she repeated Paul's favorite phrase, "Bad girls get spanked." Of course had she been coherent she would never have revealed such information to the nurse but she was already sinking off to sleep.

The nurse left the room shaking her head. The doctor looked at her quizzically. "All she would say is bad girls get spanked." Her face was pinched in anger, "I would like to get my hands on the bad boy that did that to her." She stried off to the nurse's station.

Shaking his head the doctor went off to visit other patients not knowing that the woman with the abused legs and buttocks would become a very interesting mystery.

How Lonliness Looks

2008-12-22T18:13:00.003-06:00

When I went looking for pictures to go with the idea of lonliness, I kept coming back to this one. I know that from most spanko's point of view it would be considered a beautiful picture of corner time. But for me it truly expresses the emptiness I feel right now.

I feel so cold all over, my heart, my body, especially my bottom. Knowing that the New Year's Eve we planned will not be taking place and I will be alone is starting to get harder, not easier to live with. Knowing that I won't ever feel his warm, hard hand landing on my tender skin makes my eyes well with tears while that hand did nothing but put a smile on my face. This year went so fast and now when I look back I see all the lovely events and none of the problems that led to an inevitable break up.

Yes, I saw it coming but I hoped, oh how I hoped, we might reconcile certain issues and remain together. It wasn't to be. What is also so hard is at this time of year so many people come together, get engaged, make plans to be with each other always. Instead GC and I had to throw away our plans and face a rather bleak holiday.

So, as we all do from time to time, I am struggling to get myself up off the ground and back on my feet. Of course me body had to put in its two cents and show off with a terrific case of bronchitis. That of course will end and go away, and I can only hope the lonliness will to.

So my friends I know that all relationships begin and end in one way or another. Do you think sometimes it is harder to maintain a spanko relationship considering you each might have different wants and needs? Just a thought.

Bitter and Cold-Pt 2 Spanking Fiction M/f

2008-12-20T17:22:00.004-06:00

Janine lay under the down comforter in the morning light thinking back to the events of the last few weeks. The events that led up to Paul leaving her. Unfortunately her mind was so consumed with her sorrow and guilt at not being able to be submissive enough that she was missing some of the problems that would unfortunately make themselves very clear.

She brushed her chocolate brown hair out of her face and buried her face further into the pillow. When Paul had invited her to move in with him she had never looked ahead to what would happen if she had to move out. Of course, it had never occured to her that Paul would simply pick up and leave her in his apartment. She sat up in bed. Of course, it was so simple, he was coming back. He had to come back. This was just to scare her into being good.

In some ways it matched the first spanking he had given her after she moved in. Up to that point spankings were serious or fun depending on the circumstances, but it was never more than she could take. She might end up crying but there was always Paul's comforting embrace to look forward to along with incredible lovemaking.

But the day she moved in, she remembered being giddy and excited. She had carried all her boxes up in the elevator and piled them in the room Paul had indicated. He seemed very amused by her attitude until she brushed by one of the tabletops on her way out the door and knocked over a candlestick. Janine scrambled to catch it but it hit the floor before she could reach it.

Looking up at Paul with wide blue eyes, she fumbled over an apology, "Oh honey I am so sorry, I will pay for it, I promise."

Paul's face went cold as he promised, "You certainly will pay for it love, in more ways than you know." With those words he pulled her towards a hard chair to the side of the couch. "Take off those pants and your shirt, now Janine."

She had never seen his face quite this way, a small dart of panic coursed through her. "Now wait Paul, it was an accident, you know that. It wasn't on purpose."

Paul lost no time, his dark eyes became angry and he grabbed Janine's arm as he pulled off her blouse and yanked off her jeans. As panic set in Janine began to struggle to get away. Paul pulled her close to him by one arm, "Stop that immediately, you will obey everything you are asked to do and obey it immediately." He obviously did not feel Janine had the proper submissive expression or attitude since he sat down on the chair and pulled her over his knee roughly. As her arm automatically went back to protect herself he pulled it out of the way unmoved when she screamed from the pain of it being bent so far out of position.

But she was in no way ready for the spanking he was prepared to give over the broken glass and poor submissive attitude. His hard hand began slapping on her upper thighs back and forth. She had no idea a hand could cause so much pain, but then he had never spanked that area before. "Paul stop please, this is too much." Janine screamed and struggled to no avail. He held her tightly in place as he reached into the table drawer next to the chair. All Janine heard was the scrape of wood and began to struggle anew. It did her no good.

Paul's voice was smooth and cold, "Janine you are here at my invitation. You are my submissive. This spanking will teach you what I expect you to take without any arguement or struggle. If you can't do that, then get out....is....that...clear?" Each word was punctuated with a very dramatic smack of a wooden paddle.

Janine could hardly breathe, it hurt so much, "Yes", she gasped, "I understand, I'll behave, really I will. Oh God, don't throw me out."
That spanking would never be forgotten since it left bruises and blisters on her butt. She couldn't sit for several days nor could she wear panties since there were severe bruises in the creases and down her thighs. Paul pointed out to her several times that this would happen whenever she disobeyed.

Considering the condition of her body she did not point out to him that it was an accident. From that point on, Janine's life was under Paul's direction at all times. And no matter what she tried to do it was never enough or what he wanted.

Could she be right though, was this possibly a scheme of Paul's to improve her behavior? She swung her legs over her bedside energized by the thought that Paul might be back that very day. She showered very quickly and got dressed snapping her collar in place.

As she straightened out the kitchen there was a knock on the door. Janine opened the door and there was an electrical company worker there. He looked up at her, "Mr. Paul Grant?"

"No he's not at home, can I help you?" Janine looked at him quizzically.

"Well ma'am, I have to turn off your power, the bill is overdue by two months. Unless you can pay in cash right now, I have to disconnect the power. Now the man had been perfectly nice and polite, he always tried to break the news as gently as he could, so he was not at all prepared for the next event.

Janine looked at the man with total disbelief, her face turned a horrible shade of gray and she sank, like a sack of flour, straight to the floor.

Sadness

2008-12-17T16:03:00.002-06:00

I apologize for not continuing the story I started, I shall try to have the next part tomorrow. In fact, writing is kind of tough right now. GC and I have ended our relationship and while we are keeping things on a friendly level, it is still very sad and certainly is a rift in my life that I didn't expect at this point.

There is no blame to be tossed around, that is always pointless since in the ending of a relationship it is usually true that both parties bear some blame. But after the first few days you do start to remember the parts that were so very good and that hurts.

Right about now I wished I lived next door to my big brother, I need a spanking so much. No, I don't think I have done anything wrong but a therapy spanking would let out all that I am choking on inside.

So I will do my best to finish the story as soon as possible but I hope you will bear with me if my focus just isn't where it should be.

After all vanilla or spanko, endings can be very painful for all involved.

Bitter and Cold-pt 1 spanking fiction M/f

2008-12-14T21:02:00.004-06:00

How did things ever get this far out of hand? Janine sat on the edge of her bed and shivered in the morning air. She wrapped her arms around herself as the numbness of her situation began to set in. Paul was gone, he had left last night. All of her dignity drained out of her as she had begged him to stay, promised to do better, to be more, anything he wanted.

As he threw his clothes in his suitcase he let out a sarcastic laugh and told her not to be ludicrous. He turned to look at her, his arrogant but handsome face cold and unfeeling. "Doyou know how long I have waited for you to be better? Its been months and you still are a rotten submissive. You don't know how to behave in this lifestyle and you never will. I have no more time to waste on training you." The haughty tone of his voice chilled her.

Janine tried to still the trembling in her voice, she hated it when she felt weak. "But Paul, I have never had to be in this type of life before, it takes getting used to and understanding all that you expect of me. I have worked hard at it. But learning how to submit is not easy."

He slammed the lid of his suitcase and locked it, "Well Janine that is the problem isn't it? I need a submissive in my life who understands how to, when to, where to, without constant instruction. I need one that understands the consequences if she doesn't submit and accepts them appropriately. Now really, can you see yourself ever doing that?"

The acute misery on her face was all the answer he needed. She could no more tell him that she certainly knew she do that, then she could suddenly fly around the room. The punishments he administered took her breath away but not as she hoped spanking would. He left marks all up and down her thighs and calves. His cane whipped at her bottom unmercifully. She hated being bound in place and made to scream in pain. But she tried, oh how she tried. She kept her collar on at all times, unless he gave her permission to take it off to shower or sleep. Never did she talk back to him but it was the obediance. No matter how much effort she put into it she could not seem to obey him enough.

He always pointed out some aspect that was lacking and therefore needed to be spanked out of her. But his idea of spanking....seemed so far off from what all her fantasies had been.

When she had first met Paul at a friend's spanking party he had seemed to enjoy her silly and sassy behavior. He smacked her bottom playfully and told her to behave herself. Of course her obvious answer was "make me." And that was all it took to get the spanking she had so wanted. He held her tight over his knee and spanked over her skirt before lifting it and lecturing her on what a naughty girl she was. Giggling at what he said brought more stinging spanks but this time with a hairbrush over her panties. As she yelped and ouched, she knew he would give her more. Oh and how she wanted it. Before long her panties were down and she was getting a paddling that had her zoning out as she never had. And that wasn't the end of it. He rubbed and caressed her until she thought she would lose her mind.

When he stood her on her feet she wobbled and he held her and rubbed her back. She leaned into him and was lost in the sensations of her tender bottom, the masculine smell of him, and drowning in his sensual eyes. She was sure this was the man she had been desperately searching for all her adult life.

And now he was gone and she wasn't drowning in his eyes, she was simply drowning. She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over her. Tears both angry and sorrow filled dampened her pillow. But as miserable as she felt at this moment there was no way she could prepare for what was coming next.

Let It Snow!

2008-12-13T17:47:00.002-06:00

There have been a number of posts on my Yahoo group about snow spanking. Now of course we all understand this is not about spanking snow men and women but getting real spankings outdoors in a snowy winter environment. Since I have never had this experience all my thoughts are pure fantasy. However, I do love snow and I am the first kid on the block out there making snow angels so I just know I would love it if I had a really warm bottom to contrast with the icy cold snow.

So rather than a parody of Christmas songs (which I probably will get around to) I thought I might try "Let It Snow". You may skip this next part and I promise not to be offended in the least.

"Oh the weather outside is frightful

But that paddling was delightful

And since you made my bottom glow

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

You haven't shown signs of stopping,

And I know I'll get a cropping,

But I love when its nice and slow,

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When you finally hug me tight,

How I'll love sitting down in a drift

But unless I am glowing bright,

My poor bottom is bound to be miffed.

The cold snow has me sighing

And my endorphin rush is flying

So since we both love this so

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Well anyone who got through that and is still reading on, I thank you very much. So my lovely readers, lurkers, commenters, followers what do you have to say about the snow and spanking? Were they made for each other or am I nuts? No doubt some of you think anyone who loves snow is a little wacky. But no, its not true, I am not wacky, I just enjoy getting a whack or two in a most convenient place!

Prior question of the week-Positioning

2008-11-29T17:53:00.008-06:00

The last question I asked before I disappeared into the ether was about positioning for spanking. Although my very favorite is otk I do enjoy others as well. For example, being over several cushions on a bed can be great for flogging or strapping, It gives the spanker a better range of motion and really makes wrapping less of a possibility. I have also enjoyed being spanked when bent over the top of a table(for example a large desk or kitchen table). This is great for strapping as well but works for any spanking. The drawbacks to the last two is you don't have that lovely physical contact you have with otk but you can always finish up the evening in perfect style bare bottom over a knee getting a bare hand paddling. I will say I have no interest in the diaper position. My big brother has promised he would never do it unless I was in some really big trouble and GC has no interest in it at all. I also can't hold a position without support. For example, I can't hold some of the tradtional caning positions due to physical problems. However, when there is a will there is a way and I have never gone without because of position problems.

Here are some comments from other spankos.

SPANKEDHORTIC said...
Positions I like:-1/ Bent over free standing with hands on knees, while the lady concerned has her non spanking hand holding the back of my neck and hand spanks with the other hand. This sort of has a caring control element to it.2/ Bent over a solid table or work surface with my torso fully supported, this allows one to forget about holding a position and concentrate on the spanking, it also restricts breathing a little and intensifies the experience.3/ Lying flat on a bed, it's just comfortable and nice.Positions I hate:- Touching toes or any other free standing position that puts strain on the knees.A position I want to try:- I think it is called stupidado, hands tied behind the back and suspended from above forcing the spankee into a bending position. It would be nice to hear from anyone who has experienced this.Prefectdt

Janelle said...
The bondage position you are referring to is called, 'strappado,' and there is information on it you might find interesting on Wikipedia.org, complete with a hot picture! No, I haven't tried it, but I would like to!I would like to try bent over free standing with the spanker holding me by my hair with the non spanking hand, or holding me around my waist. Definitely bent over, no matter what, and with some type of support. I don't like laying flat on a bed; the embarrassment of being made to bend over adds to the experience for me.

Purple Angel said: Strappado is a torture technique and must be adapted and used with tremendous care. Dislocated or broken joints are not the least bit enjoyable.

A.S.S. said...
We both prefer the same position... spanker sitting on a bed or couch with spankee laid over the lap. That way head and feet are flat and supported. No strain on the knees/hips/etc and no blood rushing to the head. It's perfect for long spankings and it allows the focus to be where it needs to be. Also a comfortable position for the spanker.For shorter spanking, lots of other positions work... and we like many of those. And for an erotic spanking, the diaper position works quite nicely. But as a general rule, we put overall comfort when it comes to position.:)Todd and Suzy

Maryann Sloan said...
Purple,Don't know how I missed this, sorry I'm so late.I love OTK with the hand. No doubt about it, my favorite.But... I also like positions that work well for a good paddling from a wooden paddle: over the end of the bed or couch, on hands and knees on bed (not good for a long spanking), lying face down on bed either elevated by pillows under the tush or not, and standing, bent over holding the seat of a chair. I don't much like anything too weird or convuluted, like over the end of the bed with head/hands on floor, or complicated like folded into a rocker/recliner in some upside down and backward way. I also do NOT like anything freestanding, like bend over, grab your ankles, hold still. Yeah, right! You try it, buddy!I like to be held firmly in place, but not trapped, if that makes sense. Don't actually tie me down or sit on me. I need the illusion that I could get away and it is only his strong hands keeping me in place. Nice.Fun topic, thanks.Maryann

Tigger4MC said...
Strappado is meant to dislocate the shoulders - and would be extremely painful - WAY too painful for me!

Question of the Week-Getting What You Need

2008-11-28T10:49:00.003-06:00

I found these wonderful panties at the Spanking Bethie blog, which I really enjoy. I would also enjoy finding these panties somewhere. I did just by a pair of bright red ones from Paddlemaster that say "Assets" but I am always on the lookout for great panties.

However, this blog is really not about panties, its about getting what you need. In this case it is not food or water, its spanking. It would be helpful, especially for the newbies out there, if you could tell how you got your first or any other spanking. Do you have to ask, "Please spank me", are you bratty to the point that spanking is the only thing your partner can think of, are all your spankings discipline, or do you just have to whisper in his ear, "Guess what I want". At that point if he says, "A trip to Home Depot", he gets a spanking for being a smart ass.

I know I am taking this lightly but its tough when you are just starting out. And it doesn't matter if you are male of female it is still a difficult situation.

So my friends, give it up for the cause, how do you manage to get spanked and/or how did you get your first spanking. And yes, I promise to post mine.

Happy Thanksgiving

2008-11-27T20:35:00.003-06:00

I do hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving if you were celebrating today. I was celebrating although my feast was the always popular ginger ale and jello. I remember an old Erma Bombeck piece on the same sort of thing for Christmas since her kids always managed to be ill right in time for the holidays.

In any case I know I have a great deal to be grateful for every day of the year and not just this one. I do thank all of you that read my blog and comment on it. It is so appreciated. Finding myself in this lifestyle is one of my greatest joys. I think the two ladies in the picture are enjoying it too. (disclaimer:no this is not meant to depict real pilgrims and Native Americans, honest). I appreciate the comments I get on stories I write and it keeps me motivated to keep writing.

I am lucky enough to have a roof over my head, food in my pantry, three terrific cats, a great son, other family members that love me, wonderful friends both spicy and vanilla, a big brother that is always looking out for me, and then there is my GC. He is in a category all by himself.

I was amazed to see that I have over 60,000 hits on this site. And if I keep my promise to be more consistent and start getting around to other groups I know I will also enjoy it that much more.

Happy Holiday and take care

The only thing I missed out on was being warmly spanked as I thanked.

Rantful Delight

2008-11-25T17:54:00.003-06:00

WARNING......I am not a happy camper. Anyone in the midst of holiday happiness, stop right here and read no further. Most of this blog is not about spanking although I should be spanked for being a brat and writing it to begin with. First off I used to love holidays. I cleaned, cooked, decorated....didn't even matter if it was a holiday that belonged to my particular affiliation. Nope, I was right there celebrating with everyone in my family and my friends.

As I have gotten older this has changed tremendously but this year is really the worst. I had made plans to be with one of my dearest friends and her family on Thanksgiving. She became a grandmother this spring and I hadn't seen the baby yet so I couldn't wait. Evidently the humorous nature of karma will have me waiting a while more since I now have a fever over 103 and we are not sure if it is the flu or caused by a new medication. So I will be going nowhere and, of course, I don't want anyone over here in my hobbit hole in case I have something that can fly from one person to the next.

Now I do realize I am suffering from post party let down but this is just plain ridiculous. I am sure by the time this is over there will be a permanent pout on my face since my muscles will have frozen in that position. Hmm but that might be good for spanking events.

That's the other problem, no warm spanks for giving thanks. Now what kind of holiday is it with no spanking? Why its no holiday at all.

I do hope all of you have a terrific holiday, please eat lots of goodies for me even if you are on Todd and Suzy's diet site. I will think of you as I sip the traditional Thanksgiving ginger ale and spoon down delightful sugar free jello.

Ok, the whining is down, have a wonderful holiday, in all actuality we all have much to be thankful for.

Spanksgiving and Getting

2008-11-23T16:42:00.003-06:00

Now doesn't this look like a party? No our party didn't look a thing like this but I thought there might be some tops out there that would enjoy the fantasy.

Our party was great and I did think of many of the people I know on blogs who I wish could attend. This was the second party I have given for my group Our Need and Desire. My parties are quite a bit smaller than Florida Moonshine, and Shadow Lane. There were about thirty people there this time and did we ever have a blast.

Now first of all you must understand that Thursday night before the party I was at home finishing up all the print outs for the party bags. Guess what.....you'll never guess. My printer broke. Yep, right in the middle of all that work. I had to take it apart and put it back together again. Basically I got so hyped I never got to sleep that night!

But the party was just as wonderful as I thought. The hotel was kind enough to put all our hotel rooms in a block right down from the party room. No elevators! It was also interesting that there was a lot more spanking in the party room this time than previously and I noticed much more female switching and F/f spanking. That does not mean the guys were left out, perish the thought.

Of course GC was there to paint my posterior as was my big brother. I played with new friends and friends I had met before. I was introduced to new implements, one of which I really think I won't be needing again. That was the infamous Loopy Johnny. Yikes!

We had many donated prizes from three marvelous vendors. Several of the items were adorable panties with adorable sayings. I decided these would be raffled off and the money would go to breast cancer research. Those seven pair of panties made 75.oo dollars. Prizes were given to the two people who named the party. There were many door prizes as well. The grand prize was a one of a kind handmade paddle from PaddlemasterPro that said Our Need and Desire 2008.

The three vendors I am simply amazed at for their generosity are:

www.roseybottom.com

www.paddlemasterpro.com

www.nancysbasement.com

We had book marks, buttons, door hangers, hair brushes, and paddles to give out as prizes plus an adorable pair of silver paddle earrings.

I came home with a lovely tingling bottom after playing with several people and having more than several implements used including a lovely caning.

At one point though, I did ask GC to just give me a bare bottom hand spanking. He does it so well and it was lovely, a true high point.

If you have never attended a party give it some consideration, no one will force or pressure you into doing anything you don't want to. Sometimes just the chance to socialize with like minded people is great.

I Admit its all True

2008-11-22T21:37:00.004-06:00

Well yes, I have to admit its all true,

I have been a brat,

Not doing what I should do.

My blogging friends are such angels you see,

And then there is naughty forgetful,

Bratty little me.

No, its not an excuse I admit with a sigh.

But wait, what are you doing?

Not even a moment's gone by.

Hey you don't need to unbuckle that belt,

You did that before

I don't like how it felt.

Oh no you don't, I say with a stomp,

Just try to catch me,

We're off on a romp.

Of course I knew before we got going,

He'd catch me quite soon,

All that Toppy blood flowing.

I squirm and I kick as we "dance"toward the couch

My fists swing around

And I hear him yell "OUCH".

He has to let go to grab at the smack,

I smile quite smugly

And back up on our tracks.

He stands up quite tall, the belt at his side

Now the smile's on his face,

All my tricks have been tried.

I am easy to catch for I backed up by the wall

I go over his shoulder

As he walks down the hall.

So into the bedroom this naughty brat goes,

Stood up on the floor,

And off with her clothes.

Before I can think, my bottom is bare,

Over pillows he's placed

On the bed with a flair.

A hand round my waist, swift licks of the strap,

I howl and cry as I try to get up.

But I am held as tight as if I was on his lap.

He tells me how naughty and careless I've been,

Ignoring the promises I made to repent,

Still I continued that terrible blogless sin.

I know that my bottom is crimson and burning,

Soon he holds me in his arms,

"What lesson are you learning?"

The brat fades away as I sniffle and weep,

I promise to do as I should on my blog.

And this is a promise I do mean to keep.

So to friends and lurkers I have left in the dark,

My crimson red glow will certainly help,

Find that blog that now I will try to keep a'spark.

Purple Angel

Yes I Have Been Ignoring my Job

2008-11-07T21:16:00.002-06:00

I must apologize to all the readers of my blog. The reports of my demise are just not true.

My Yahoo group is having a party next weekend, I spent seven glorious days with the love of my life, my fibromyalgia decided it was time to pay a ghastly visit, and good grief before I knew it I hadn't written a blog in forever. To say nothing of the fact that I have not been visiting the other blogs I enjoy so much. So if anyone needs a spanking it is me. I am reasonably sure that can be taken care of next weekend!

Once again I will be going to a spanking party that I am in charge of organizing. It is a great pleasure, after Iall I am a teacher and throwing parties is something we can do as well as teaching reading. Many new members will be coming to the party and of course some of the members that have been in the group a long time and came to the May party.

So I will catch you up as the week goes on. My wonderful week with GC, which went by so fast I couldn't believe it. I will also fill you in on before and after details of the party. And for those of you that responded to the post on positioning I will complete that and try to be a very good blogger and keep up.

Take care and hope all had a happy chocolate filled Halloween!

An Elegant Spanko

2008-10-12T16:23:00.001-05:00

Your result for The elegant spankability Test...

The Winner!

You scored 91 elegance and 87 spankability!

An absolutely stunningly high score for spankability, matched with an equally stunning high score for elegance!
You have won! Congratulations! You're cooler than the lovechild of, let's see, Bjork and Lord Byron, and more spankable than two dolphins leaning over a gate!

Er, that last simile may need some explanation. You see, cetologists have established that a dolphin is essentially a buttock with a tail at one end and a beak at the other. That's why they so often travel in pairs. Scientific fact.
But I should also clarify that the author of this test harbours no improper thoughts or desires concerning our ocean-going mammal friends. that would be lower than Gottlob Frick's voice, Aaron Spelling's brow and a televangelist's belly. I'm hot for similes, not cetacea. Just sayin'.
So contact me if you like, you winner you, and I'll send you your prize: I believe it's a picture of a fluffy bunny.

Question of the Week-positioning

2008-10-11T22:52:00.006-05:00

You can probably take a pretty good guess at this week's question by the posted pictures. Three different positions for the same activity. And, of course, there are more than these three. So the question this week is about positioning.

If you are a spanker what positions do you prefer and why. I know lots of people like over the knee, but are there any others you really think are helpful for different types of spankings? Which ones present that bottom just the way you want it? Does embarrassment lend itself to part of the spanking and therefore call for a different position?

If you are a spankee which positions do you love, and which do you hate? Are there any that are a hard line NO for you? And if there are, why do you feel that way about them. Does the position have anything to do with the person spanking you? Inotherwords are you more comfortable in certain positions with your SO while you would never consider them for play at a party.

And if there are any positions you have never tried but think would be interesting ask the group about them. Maybe we can get some helpful info for you.

So my friends which way do you prefer to get that sunny side up?

Spanking Furniture

2008-10-10T22:54:00.003-05:00

I am so bad! My question of the week almost turned into my question of the month. But I really did find the responses interesting and I am glad to share them with all of you.

For my own response, I have never been spanked over anything but a lap, pillow and table. So I don't know how I would respond to spanking furniture. I think it would be fun to try at least once and I have had friends that responded very positively to the experience. Might be a way to really let go and give yourself to it when you know you are securely restrained. But I know I would never prefer it to being over GC's lap, warm and secure, feeling his hand on my backside. Nothing will ever compare to that. So here are the responses I received.

Johninill said...
I've always wanted to try my hand at making something like this. Haven't done it since there's a scarcity (to say the least) of those who would come to my house to use it. With some implements you really need some kind of device for the spankee. You may/may not use the restraints depending on whether you want to throw in a little bondage.

SPANKEDHORTIC said...
I have on several occasions used other peoples spanking furniture but unfortunately do not own any. the formality of being positioned and/or tied over a piece of furniture that has no other purpose than to be used for punishment, has a formality to it that has a ceremonial quality, this really flips some switches in my mental head space. Due to several reasons, I cannot play in my own home but one of my lottery winning fantasies is having a play room with dozens of specialist pieces of spanking furniture.

Wintermute said...
I've always wanted a special "spanking room" that would be decorated in a Victorian theme. In my imaginary spanking room there would be a spanking bench like the one shown in the picture. Although I'd like something more stylish and less dungeon looking.To me the attraction of the spanking bench is that its great for caning and whipping. The naughty girl is entirely exposed for both punishment and penetration (in what ever way her top might desire).But so far the spanking bench is only a fantasy. In general I prefer voluntary submission, not bondage. But I'd make an exception for a spanking bench

Cheryl said...
I have never been interested in spanking furniture. To me, a spanking bench lacks the human element that I enjoy when being spanked--namely, the feel of my spanker's free hand around my waiste. When I'm being spanked, I'm right where I want to be at that particular time so there's no need for any restraints. Believe me, no one is going to tie me down against my will. I really don't have any use for spanking furniture, but will admit to a slight amount of curiosity.Smiles,Cheryl

Our Bottoms Burn said...
We have two spanking benches, both home made. One is a kneeling bench, the other you bend over it. They do not get a lot of use, but they are there for variety. When restrained, your mind does a few flips, because you know you are not going anywhere until released.

Ted said...
Would someone please make an inflatable model for apartment dwellers?

jody said...
When I'm submissive, I prefer to be in bondage for a punishment type of spanking, or whipping, preferably with a switch, or belt. When the pain nears, or goes over my tolerance level I tend to try to turn over, or cover my butt with my hands, and bondage prevents that, so the punishment is thorough! Nothing works better to put me in an obedient, submissive state of mind....Janelle

Maryann Sloan said...
Visually it looks awful to me. It reminds me more of torture than fun. I like fun, happy spankings. I enjoy and benefit from more intense spankings, too, but the presence of something like that in the room would be a huge turn off to me.Maryann

A.S.S. said...
We've used a spanking bench before... and they are fun. But for us, they are just for play. Wouldn't do a DD spanking with one. Just don't offer that personal touch that OTK does.:)Todd and Suzy

CurtisG said...
I'm a switch who's into spanking for fun, play, sensuality and erotic stimulation (not necessarily all together). The idea of spanking furniture does nothing for me. I want physical contact with the woman I'm spanking or who's spanking me. That is not necessarily limited to (but is preferred) to OTK. There are things like sitting on the spankee's back or perhaps (I've never tried it) riding a spankee like a horse. But physical contact for intimacy and reactions are necessary for my enjoyment.

Thanks to all that posted, it was enlightening! I will put the next question in a new post.

Hugs to all,
Purple Angel

Last Call for a Terrific Party

2008-10-08T15:31:00.002-05:00

Last Call!!
Our Need and Desire
Invites you to a weekend of thanks for the spanks!

November Spanksgiving and Getting

November 14-16 2008
Arlington Heights, Illinois

Party fee-$50.00 per person
Hotel rooms-$89.00 a night, sleeps 3-4
Includes hot breakfast each morning
Party fee includes Friday and Saturday night dinner plus snacks and soft drinks all weekend.

Hotel Registrations taken until OCTOBER 24th!!
From that point on you are not guaranteed to be in our block of rooms.

Please send your fee to
Our Need and Desire
1604 Coronado Drive
Suite 12
Champaign, Illinois 61820

Include the following information:

Badge Name____________________________________

Real Name_________________________________________

Circle one: top bottom switch not playing

If you need financial help please explain in this space___________

_____________________________________________________

Please let me know if you have any food allergies or if you are a vegetarian___________________________________________

_____________________________________________________

An email address where I may contact you ___________________

Please be sure to bring the receipt you will receive after I get your registration with you, as well as picture ID. We hope you can join us for a great weekend with loads of fun, food, prizes, and oh yes, SPANKING!

Valorie
vcm1413@sbcglobal.net

Our hotel features the following:

Ø 7 miles from O’Hare International Airport.
Ø provides complimentary parking for all guests.
Ø provides complimentary shuttle service from 7:00 am through 11:00 pm. Service includes, O’Hare International Airport, nearby restaurants and attractions within a 5 mile radius, the Wood Field Mall and much more.
Ø provides Complimentary Deluxe Continental Breakfast with Hot Items every morning including Japanese selections.
Ø Complimentary Hi-Speed Wireless Internet is provided for all guests in both the guestrooms and the public areas.
Ø Hotel has 2 meeting rooms; the Elm Room is 375 sq/ft and can accommodate 20 people in a classroom set-up, 20 conference, 20 U-shape and 35 theatre. The Grove Room is 950 sq/ft and can accommodate 60 people in a classroom set-up, 40 conference, 40 U-shape and 75 theatre style.

Additional Hotel Features:
Ø Oversized rooms renovated in June 2007.
Ø Non-Smoking and Accessible Rooms Available
Ø Ergonomic Workstations with 2 –line phone
Ø Fitness center on the first floor
Ø Upgraded bathroom amenities – Smart Bath
Ø 24-Hour Lobby Coffee and Tea Service
Ø Rooms with Coffee Maker, Coffee, Iron, Ironing Board, Hair Dryer, Clock Radio
Ø Complimentary Weekday Newspaper
Ø Complimentary TV Japan in the guest rooms
Ø Complimentary Local and Toll Free Telephone Calls
Ø Complimentary Business Center

Question of the Week-Spanking Furniture

2008-09-25T00:47:00.002-05:00

When I first saw pictures of spanking furniture, my opinion was that they looked like something straight out of the Spanish Inquisition. Of course now that I understand the need for all the restraints.....or do I? I have no experience on a bench, horse, or other piece of spanking furniture. Are those restraints a necessity or a visual turn on? And does a spanking over a piece of equipment lack the same connection and feeling you get over a lap or with an arm around your waist?

So the question this week is what do you think of spanking furniture? Do you use it and enjoy it? Have you ever been curious about it? Whatever comment you might like to make would be appreciated. And it would be great to hear from tops, bottoms, and switches. Is it the visual display or the chance to have someone totally under control...or a little of both?

A Spanker's Responsibility

2008-09-23T22:48:00.003-05:00

Last week's question was "what is a spanker's responsibility"? It didn't matter what kind of spanking or whether it was m/f, f/m or any other combination. There were some terrific answers and I am happy to share them. Tomorrow I will post another question. But meanwhile here is some real food for thought on a subject near and dear to every one of us.

Maryann Sloan said...
Hi. I am new to your blog and I like what I have seen.I am a spankee and my needs are simple:1. spank meIt is amazing how difficult it is sometimes to get turned over his knee! Just do it already.2. Talk to meTell me I'm beautiful. Tell me I'm a brat. Tell me you are angry with me or I disappointed you. Tell me something!3. Hold me afterwards. No matter how fun or playful a spanking is, I still want/need to be held.That't it. But of the three, I'd say number one is number one! Just do it!Maryann

Cigi said...
I find as a spankee that too many spankers want to try to spank me for some reason; to make me feel like I am being punished. I don't need that and, in fact, it often will ruin a scene for me. What I think is a spanker's first responsibility is listening. Listen to us when we tell you what we like...listen when we tell you what we don't like. Don't take our smiles and laughter as a challenge..we aren't laughing at your spanking, we are laughing and smiling because we are enjoying it immensely.When you hear a safeword, stop IMMEDIATELY! Don't say "Are you gonna wimp out on me?" or "You can take one more". We educated people about the sanctity of the safeword, both tops and bottoms. When someone uses their safeword it means "Stop this right now!" It should be heeded.I don't really believe aftercare is a spanker's responsibility but it sure goes a long way towards endearing the spanker to me. I don't mind a hug and a pat on the fanny when we're done but if you broke skin or caused abraded skin, it's a responsible top who tries to help take care of the problem.I believe a spanker's responsibility is also to learn the safe way to spank, the safe places and the safe methods. This is just my opinion and I could write a whole blog myself on the subjct. Thanks for the thought provoking blog, Val.Love ya!Cigi

Cheryl said...
Hey, Purple, great question and not something I've thought about since I was a relative newbie.I have definite feelings regarding what I believe a top is responsible for. First and foremost, any top who spanks others is responsible for providing a safe and reassuring environment for whoever he/she is spanking. It's pretty hard to enjoy a spanking when you can't relax.Secondly, a top is responsible for giving the bottom the kind of spanking she/he asks for. If a bottom asks you for something you either can't or won't give, then have the guts to say so. This should be discussed before the first spank falls.Third, a top is responsible for the physical and emotional well-being of the one he/she is spanking. That means know how to safely use the toys you own. Emotionally, don't purposely take a bottom anywhere she/he doesn't want to go. We all know that things sometimes happen that we didn't plan for. But never, under any circumstances, do these things with intent. These are the things I believe are the most important. There are lots of others, but I don't want my answer to be longer than the post LOL.Again, great question, Purple. I am chomping at the bit to see you at your party.Love,Cheryl

A.S.S. said...
Had you said "goals" the question would have been extremely difficult because the "goals" of a spanking change not only based on the type of spanking... but it varies from spanking to spanking.But "responsibility" is much easier. A spanker is responsible for being safe and ensuring a spanking doesn't veer off in a way that would 'damage' their spankee. That means physically or mentally. Just don't want to push to a place that the spankee truly did not want to go.:)Todd and Suzy

Wintermute said...
I was going to write something in response to this excellent question, but Cheryl said everything that I was going to say and probably stated it more clearly. So I will confine myself to complementing Cheryl for her answer.Wintermute

Purple Angel said...
Thank you all for your comments, I will be writing a summary for a blog over the weekend. Just wanted to throw in a few cents worth. Since I am a switch I am both spanker and spankee. When I am the one topping I feel a tremendous sense of responsibility to the bottom's welfare, especially if this involves discipline. And if a bottom should zone or hit sub space they often need help because it is a bit like being drunk, you are just not sure what is going on. I know that since I have visited a time or two myself.Cigi and Cheryl, what well written and beautifully thought out answers. I can always rely on the two of you to look at the issue squarely and speak to it.Welcome Maryann, and I have to agree! JUST DO IT!! I also agree with your other comments. Spanking tends to make me sleepy(well sometimes)and being held is such a joy. That is why bedtime spanking is wonderful. ToddnSuzy I have to agree, the spanker is responsible for never pushing the limits that have been set without permission. If I was going to talk about a spankee's responsibility it would definitely be that you state your limits clearly and not expect anyone to read your mind.Wintermute, I couldn't agree with you more about Cheryl's response.Thanks to you all for commenting.Hugs,Purple Angel

Sandi said...
I want a spanking that lets me know that he is in control. Love smacks are alright for lovemaking, but a real spanking should be hard enough to make me cry. I want to be held after too. Being shown that I am loved is a very important part of the spanking experience for me. I like the ritual part of being spanked as well, being told to take my pants off, having my panties taken down to my knees, and then off. I don't much like the corner though.

Sandi I am right with you on corner time, I think it is ridiculous.

Hugs Purple Angel

None of my cats will even try!

2008-09-19T22:24:00.003-05:00

I have tried to teach my cats to wield a paddle or brush. After all I live with three of them, I must get on their nerves from time to time. What a perfect opportunity for a spanking. But will they cooperate? No way! In fact if they see the toy bag come out they leave the room and go to sleep on the couch. What a trio of wet blankets.

In any case I decided this picture had to be seen since they wouldn't take my word for it.

Question of the Week

2008-09-14T17:41:00.002-05:00

This week I want to know your opinion about a spanker's responsibility. Choose any type of spanking you want and let us know what you think the spanker is responsible for. Consider issues of safety, zoning, and physical issues the spankee might have. What should the spanker be careful of and caring about. Remember this does not have to be punishment, it can be whichever type of spanking you enjoy the most. I would also enjoy hearing the opinions of spankees as to what needs of theirs should be met by the spanker.

How long? Always!

2008-09-12T22:08:00.009-05:00

Best Sleeping Medication Known to Man or Womankind!!

Well I didn't get many answers to last week's question so I will post my views first and then finish up with the answers I got from others. The question was how long have you been into spanking, when did you first realize your feelings and then when did you start actually participating.

As with so many of my spanko friends I don't remember a time when I wasn't intrigued with spanking. I was not spanked as a child but my brother was severely spanked and quite often. I hated that, you could hear his screams even if you were outside. I often sat and wondered how I could want the same thing to happen to me.

The answer, of course, is I didn't. They may have called what they were doing to him spanking, but I doubt that anyone in or out of the lifestyle would consider what he had to endure as spanking. And so my kinky little brain continued its quest for someone to spank me. It has only been very recently that I have remembered some of the role play games my teenage friends and I played. Its hard to believe I forgot about this, it was such an essential part of our social time together.

My girlfriends and I pretended we each lived with our older brother. Our parents usually were traveling or had jobs that kept them away from home, therefore our older brother's were usually assigned to take care of us. Keep in mind that all of us were the oldest child in the family and none of us had older brothers at all. We all wanted one, or maybe even two, but unfortunately they had to be the stuff fantasies are made of. Since we were typical teen agers we were consistently getting into low level trouble. Breaking curfew, skipping a class, and sometimes not doing homework were the heinous crimes of which we were usually accused. Of course our brothers all had a tried and true method of dealing with this....Spanking! Never in the history of the world were teen agers in the Chicago suburbs spanked so thoroughly and repeatedly. Our poor brothers barely had time to study for school, they were so involved in warming our backsides.

Much of our role play was done on the phone but the times we were together we actually spanked one another. I still wonder if any of them think of this and if any have embraced the fact that they are spankos. There is no doubt in my mind they were and most likely still are.

So until recently I thought it had only been the last six years in which I had begun to explore this wonderful part of my life. Actually it has been much longer. It is also very interesting to note that our brother's were very loving and caring. The spankings were always "for our own good" and we were never shouted at or slapped.

Spanking has always been a part of my fantasy world, sometimes sexual and sometimes not. However, from the time I graduated from high school until I reawakened that part of myself was 36 years. That is one very long dry spell! I always tried to get any guy I went out with to spank me but it never worked. My ex husband wasn't interested either. One relationship I had about 12 years ago, he was more than willing to punch and beat me but thought spanking was weird.

Then one day my brother bought me a used computer since he knew I was writing and he felt I needed a computer. Boy was he right, but for the wrong reasons. The first day I typed spanking into the search engine life became a lot more interesting. I devoured stories, joined groups, blushed as I pictured myself in some of the situations described, and learned as much as I could about this lifestyle I was sure would never be mine.

I was wrong about that too, it most certainly has become an unbelievably important part of my life. Almost every implement on my "no way" list has been tried out more than once. I once doubted I could be spanked bare bottom by someone I had just met, so much for silly doubts. I have been spanked in public play rooms at spanking parties. Probably the most astonishing thing I found out about myself is that I am a switch. I enjoy spanking both men and women for corrective reasons or simply for fun.

Here is what I have learned that will keep spanking an important part of my life always. Spanking is one of the major conduits through which I feel loved and cared about. Yes, it is sexually exciting, and yes it is a major endorphin rush. But when I am spanked by the man I love or my big brother I feel so incredibly loved. Getting a corrective spanking always brings tears for me and a great deal of comforting when it is over. This is something I absolutely believe I will always need in my life. Don't misunderstand, I get far more sensual, play, fun and Just Because spankings than I do corrective, but I am always so grateful that someone finds me worthwhile enough to take the time to correct and get back on the right track. It also gives me pleasure to be able to help those I care about in the same way. So I have every intention of staying a spanker and spankee, I can't imagine my life without it now.

Curtis G's response-

Because I’m a delinquent, I’ll answer last week’s question and this week’s in one fell swoop or swell foop, if you will.I was probably wired for spanking since birth, but my first concrete awareness came in the second grade when a very pretty teacher picked up a classmate, put him over one knee while leaning against a wall and gave him a birthday spanking which I felt in my private parts. From that time forth all my nocturnal and many of my diurnal fantasies were about spanking. And I did what many have done – look up the word in the dictionary, find and cherish passages in books, mark movie references to and scenes of, follow the comics which featured spanking which, during my childhood were many, and, of course, listen for stories about and threats to. I think I played for the first time when I was in seventh grade, when we played games resembling house in the boarding house I then lived and I played the spanking dad. I realized I wasn’t alone the next year because of two things – a neighbor girl whom I spanked once and who then came over very frequently to put herself over my lap to be spanked and a music teacher who brought classroom discussion around to spanking about every other class and once allowed how spanking was “fun.”I was from the beginning in my fantasies and later in reality a switch, although it took me quite awhile (and with one exception) to be willing to be spanked, since I worried it would hurt in not a nice way (as the very rare parental spankings did).So what attracted me early – the teacher involved in that first episode was very pretty; the positions on either side of the lap seemed, in the mind’s eye, sexy without quite knowing what that meant except that it was spanking fantasies that provided nocturnal release. I also like the women who talked about and threatened. They tended to be those who were in their own way sassy and their threats seemed to have sexual overtones – at least to me. Also I had a particularly loveless childhood and thus spanking (and those who spanked) seemed to be more caring and warm than those who didn’t. Spanking became, in certain ways, synonymous with affection. When I started spanking early, the feel of a girl (then ) over my lap was warm and exciting, the sting on the bottom felt good and the beginnings of color (though, in play, I never spanked hard enough to make anyone red) was also appealing as was the squirming over my lap.As I grew older spanking became more tied in overtly with my sexuality. I don’t think I dated anyone whom I didn’t at least make an attempt to spank (even a one whacker) and most, but not all wanted more. The bottom is for many a major erogenous zone. So, while I engaged in play and birthday spankings, many spankings were also a prelude to sex and I enjoyed, the warmth of the person over my lap, the sting on my hand, the changes of color, the unlayering in some cases, the rubbing and caressing and the things which it led to. And when I finally relented and played bottom as well as top, it was the feeling of connection over a lap, the sting on my bottom and the arousal it produced. Unlike some I am only into spanking for fun, play, sensuality and erotic arousal, so all my feelings about it are warm ones

Paul's comments-

Purple, I can't really remember what started my interest in spanking.I am of a generation where corporal punishment was the rule rather than the exception.In the orphanage where I grew up it was used for even minor offences.To my shame, at the time, seeing girls punished at school and home was a big turn on.It was a little later that I discovered the erotic side of spanking.As I had a D D and D/s marriage discipline played a role, albeit a fairly minor one, the majority was play.So most of my memeries of spanking are very pleasent.Warm hugs,Paul.

What We Love About Spanking and a New Question

2008-08-28T19:48:00.004-05:00

Last week I asked everyone what they loved about spanking. Before I post those responses I wanted to post my own.

I love the connection I feel with the person spanking me. If it is not for correction, I love the head space I find myself in. The growing sting and tingle excite me and stimulate my entire body. I often get chills as the spanking continues. And, oh, that physical connection between bare bottom and bare hand when my wonderful GC is spanking me is so amazing.

As for correction I so need the cleansing feeling after I have been spanked for whatever I have done wrong. It is actually a strong physical need, just as the need for other types of spanking are needed.

Now as for the other ideas......

These are the comments from last week’s question of the week. The question was; What is it you love about spanking?

Dave’s comment
I was fortunate enough today to spank two women, one for the first time. What made it enjoyable for both of us is we talked about mutual respect and boundaries. This alleviates some of the trepidation bottoms have with a new top. I talked with her during her spanking to keep her at ease and become enveloped by the experience.It is very important for both people to have an understanding of each others expectations from a spanking session. By communicating at the beginning it made it a terrific experience for both of us.

Paul’s comment
Purple, for me spanking a willing woman is highly erotic.The more it turns her on the more pleasure I get.Warm hugs,Paul.

Purple Angel’s comment
I appreciated the genuine pleasure you both get from spanking women in a way that is meaningful and exciting. I totally agree with Dave’s comments on communication. I also could relate to Paul since I am a switch and spanking is also a very erotic activity for me and my SO.

Spankedhortic’s comment
3 things.1/ The adrenalin/endorphin high2/ Playing - getting away from the usual round of everyday, life doing something surreal 3/ Building a trust bond between the lady concerned and myself

Hermione’s comment
I definitely like the pain. Well, maybe 'need' is a better way to put it. And I think there is an endorphin rush that I want, otherwise why would I really crave a spanking if a week goes by without one?I also enjoy the closeness that we experience for at least 2 days afterward.Hugs,Hermione

Caryagal’s comment
I love the release of control. The closeness I feel afterwards, and the caring and attention I've gotten. I like the release it provides from stress. Carye :-)
ab’s comment
I myself like the build up. Start with a warm up and built so I'mpushing my butt up to meet the spanks and the excitement of the smackand what it does to my stomach.

Joe’s comment
The personal touch, the attention, and sensation of a woman's hand onmy bare bottom. Maybe it's all the same. When I top I just love to seea bottom wobble and turn those beautiful colors of red.Spank those bottoms to and fro make them wobble watch them glow Ialways say.

Fw comment
being a visual male, is there any other kind? I love the visual ass pect. The beauty of the female bottom is unequalled in all the world. It is shaped like a heart and is the cradle of all civilization. Sometimes it is difficult to not just sit and admire the "scene'" and administer spanks at the same time, but the jiggling affect makes up for the need to participate.

Thanks to all who responded this past week. The question for next week is:

When did you become aware of your need or desire to spank and/or be spanked? And when did you finally act on that need?

Wow!

2008-08-27T14:45:00.003-05:00

Sorry I am so late in blogging. I had a terrific weekend with GC in Chicago. I had the chance to introduce him to my brother, sister, nieces and nephew at a party my brother and Marie, his SO had at their home for Marie's birthday. It was a wonderful afternoon and GC seemed to like everyone although I think his favorite was JJ, Marie's dog.

This trip was quite different in that we didn't have a hectic schedule of go here and be there. It was simply the cook out at my brother's and the rest of the time was ours. We ate in a really wonderful Italian restaurant in Evanston and had so much time to walk and talk together. On Sunday we went to the Morton Arboretum just south of Chicago. It was a sunny, blue sky day, not too hot or humid. It was gorgeous there and we walked through garden and forest areas, just the two of us...well of course there were other people present but I really wasn't paying attention. I must tell you that this would have been the greatest place for an outdoor spanking except for all the other people. That made it quite difficult, actually impossible. But one of these days.....

Ok so what does this have to do with the tshirt at the beginning of the post? Well, my birthday had been the week before and I was promised a wonderful birthday spanking. Oh my that was certainly an understatement. GC decided many of my toys should have the honor of joining in the festivities. So he began with his hand which I always love. He gave me 57 spanks plus one for good luck and one to grow on. Considering the implication I really needed one to shrink on.

But that was just the beginning. Of course I had to be spanked with my purple paddle. Why it would have been awful to leave out my very favorite. So once again 59 really solid spanks on my already tingling bottom. Now lest you think he is not the sensual and lovely man that he is I must add that each spanking was finished with caresses and rubbing that nearly drove me out of my mind(in the best possible way).

By now I was beginning to zone out and I do know my leather strap, his birthday gift to me was used next. Oh I do love leather, somehow it has a feel and a rhythm all its own. I was now doing a lot of oohing and aahing and an occasional yelp. And I do know at some point my hairbrush got its turn as well as my lexan paddle. Yes, 59 with all of them. I ask you, can that man birthday spank or what? The final spanking was the same as the first, his very warm hand on my extremly warm tush.

He used the flogger to caress my very bright bottom and also the bristle side of the brush. By this point I felt like a lump of silly putty. And I just remember wanting to stay there forever. It was amazing. My bottom had been treated to such a variety of sensations that I am surprised the endorphins weren't running out of my ears.

Of course I got other spankings and gave other spankings over the weekend but that birthday spanking won't soon be forgotten. I can hardly wait to turn 58!

Question of the Week

2008-08-19T18:02:00.003-05:00

I would like to try posting a question of the week for those that read my blog. First of all I really appreciate the many people who take time to comment and also those that have let me know by email or in person that they enjoy Spankful Delight.

So my first question is a simple one. What is it you love about spanking? This can be answered by anyone who participates. Is it the endorphin rush, the sensual sting, the exchange of control or is it something else entirely. Where spanking is concerned what makes the bells ring and the whistles blow for you?

Please feel free to post your comment or email me and I will put together a synopsis to post later this week. At that time I will probably add my own two cents as well.

Brotherly Love

2008-08-16T12:36:00.002-05:00

I had an absolutely delightful visit with my big brother. No, sadly, that is not a picture of me but it certainly is indicative of the spirit in which I got spanked.

The good news was that I had no wrong decisions to "pay up" for, therefore any spanking would be done in a spirit of play. The only bad news was that I was still recovering from the problems I had with my leg during the Chicago party. However, that did not stop us from having a wonderful time. I felt very pampered, he even went out to buy frozen custard so we could have it at my apartment since I was not up to the walk. Actually I think he may have been self motivated to do that since he loves the stuff!

I can hear you all moaning, poor girl no spanking. Oh you are so wrong. It was my leg that hurt, not my bottom. I did get several really nice spankings but one was a bit unusual. As the spanking began my big brother began talking to me about how he had found out I had been cutting classes at school (I don't go to school, see where this is going?). He asked if it were true I had been doing so, and was I a naughty girl?

Of course I got the picture very quickly and behaved as a rebellious 18 year old might do. I informed him I was too old to be spanked and none of my friends got spanked. Besides that the class was BORING.

His response was to give me quite a lecture while I lay over pillows on my bed, with my very bare bottom in the air. I was both paddled and strapped, I can't begin to tell you how many spanks I received but it was one heck of a spanking.

Since it was for play, my admission of guilt and pleading for forgiveness was as real as the fact that I am 18. Of course, I promised never to cut class again and he promised that it didn't matter how old I was or if my friends got spanked. He assured me that I would be spanked anytime I misbehaved. And then I got lovely aftercare which included big hugs and my stating over and over it would never happen again.

What great fun spanking can be when you have done nothing to be sorry for. I do love all types of spankings, its true. I especially love when GC's hand is the one creating all the commotion but my big brother loves spanking a bare bottom as much as any bare bottom appreciates that stinging attention.

So I got a naughty schoolgirl spanking and frozen custard as well. Wonder how many classes I will have cut by the time I see him again. Oh and I wonder how he would take it if his little sister was caught smoking on school property? (No I don't smoke and its a good thing, that spanking would not be any kind of role or other play!)

Visits Coming and Going

2008-08-11T13:46:00.003-05:00

My brother just left from his second visit and I am on my way to visit a friend I have not seen in a year. We have been friends for 35 years. She is vanilla but she was also the first person I told when I decided to allow myself to explore this part of my life. I can't wait to see her.

I am sorry I haven't posted as regularly but I am working long hours to try and shore up my finances.

I will post about my brother's visit in the next few days.

I would also like to let you know that my Yahoo group, Our Need and Desire is having another party in November. I have a link to the group on this page if you are interested in joining.

I also apologize for the sudden disappearance of the pictures in many of my blogs. Flickr decided to delete my account without warning. I will be editing the blogs that contained pictures from Flickr and putting the pictures back. My advice is to not use them as an image hosting site.

Hugs,
Purple Angel

I'll Cry if I Want To

2008-08-05T14:44:00.005-05:00

Yes I went to the Crimson Moon party this past weekend with my adorable GC. We arrived on Thursday afternoon since the party began Thursday night and continued until Sunday.

Thursday was terrific. I picked up my friends Carol and Cheryl and we drove up to Chicago(only got off track once, pretty good for my directionally challenged brain). Even the ride up there was a lot of laughs.

When we got to the hotel GC came down to help with the luggage and it was wonderful to have my arms around him after being separated for five weeks. After I unpacked and put myself back together we went out for dinner. After dinner there were lots of people arriving and I had the chance to talk with friends I hadn't seen in awhile. Everything was fantastic.

Since GC reserves first and last spankings of the day at parties, we went back to the room and I was once again reminded of one of the many reasons I adore him. Once he had put some color in my cheeks we both went socializing. I was asked to play by a friend I have played with at every CM party. He is a switch so we both had a great time. I know I have mentioned it before but the massage table he and his wife bring to parties is a great surface to lie on when being spanked. When both of us had enjoyed a number of toys and were glowing a gorgeous shade of bright pink, we rejoined the folks laughing and talking in the hallway. It was getting close to 1 am so I headed back to the room and my wonderful man.

We had some delightful spanking fun as well as other kinds of fun and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

The next day we decided to go to the Art Institute for part of the day. Its not that we don't love spanking, it just seems strange to be in a wonderful city and never leave the hotel. So off we went for a chance to look at magnificent artwork(no spanking pictures though) and to eat ice cream, which is one of my favorite pastimes.

At about 4 we headed back to the hotel to shower and change for the evening fun. As I was changing I noticed my leg was starting to hurt. This isn't terribly unusual so I just took some Tylenol. However, it continued getting worse. I did my best and limped down the hallway where everyone was gathered waiting for dinner to begin. I talked with many friends but didn't feel much like eating, the throbbing in my right leg was really getting serious. Several of the guys asked me to play but I had to tell them no and I explained that I needed to wait for my leg to improve.

It didn't improve and I ended up asking GC to help me get down to our room since I really couldn't walk alone anymore. And that room is where I stayed until Sunday when it was time to go home. Now it isn't a horrible fate to be in a comfy air conditioned hotel room watching cable TV and reading. But when everyone else is giving and getting spankings it just makes you want to cry. Sort of like the oldie Its My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To.

However, I could not have asked for more care and concern than I got from GC. I really do believe he was back in the room to check on my every 20 minutes. He went out and bought a cane(the walking kind) and refilled my prescription for muscle relaxant. I was served my meals in bed and got lots of hugging and reassurance. The biggest concern was whether I could drive home from Chicago since the rental car was in my name and I was the only one allowed to drive it.

I must tell you the best part though. My birthday comes up this month. Unbeknownst to me GC had contacted Ian of London Tanners (they make fabulous implements)and had planned to present me with one of my birthday gifts at the Vendor's Fair. He was going to be trying out the implements at the London Tanner's table and when I said I liked the one that was eventually mine, he was going to surprise me with it right there. Can you believe how sweet the man is? In any case, he had to alter his plans and bring it up to the hotel room. It was quite a surprise, a beautiful burgandy leather strap. We did test drive it on Sunday morning when I was starting to feel a bit better. It is a great implement.

Well, all things must come to an end whether we want them to or not. It certainly was not the party experience I hoped for but I had quality time with the one person I wanted to be with more than anyone else so I have no complaints. We had time to talk, laugh, spank, love and just hold each other.

I did make it home but by the time I dropped off my friends the pain was much worse and it was very hard to work the brake. And I am still not quite back on my feet yet. My big brother is coming to visit tomorrow and, for once, I am not in trouble for anything (see, miracles are possible) so I know I will enjoy his visit.

But I miss the man in my life. I missed him as soon as we pulled away from the hotel to start down to central Illinois. Fortunately I only have to wait until Aug. 22 to see him.

Yes, I certainly did and will cry if I want to, although as long as GC is in my life, there does not seem to be much reason to cry.

Spanking and Frozen Custard

2008-07-30T12:30:00.005-05:00

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

2008-07-26T23:53:00.006-05:00

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

2008-07-24T21:50:00.001-05:00

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

2008-07-23T22:36:00.005-05:00

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

2008-07-19T20:24:00.002-05:00

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

2008-07-19T13:22:00.003-05:00

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

2008-07-18T18:49:00.002-05:00

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

2008-07-13T23:54:00.002-05:00

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

2008-07-09T15:20:00.003-05:00

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

2008-07-07T13:11:00.002-05:00

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

2008-07-04T21:27:00.004-05:00

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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......

2008-07-03T00:59:00.003-05:00

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

2008-07-01T18:42:00.004-05:00

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)

For My Neighbors to the North

2008-06-30T23:35:00.001-05:00

Have a wonderful Canada Day! Hope the fireworks are not just in the sky but also much closer to home.

Hugs,
Purple Angel

Spanking Survey

2008-06-30T16:03:00.002-05:00

Thanks Bonnie for posting this at Bottom Smarts. It was fun to take and although a bit repetitive, asked interesting questions.

*spanking survey*
Have you ever gotten spanked?:	Yes but not nearly enough
Do you like to be spanked?:	I love to be spanked
Are you bad?:	No but I am frequently naughty
Are you spanked over you pants or pants and undies pulled down?:	Bare bottom is the only way to go
What is your favorite thing about spanking?:	Hmm can't think of any part that is not great
Do you get spanked hard?:	Yes, very hard
What position are you in when getting spanked?:	Usually otk, sometimes over pillows
What do you like to be spanked with?:	A bare hand is great but so are implements
Do you all get spanked?:	Yes I am a switch and spank back
Who spanks you?:	The man I love, my older brother and others for play
How long does the spanking last?:	Depends on the situation.
When is the last time you got spanked?:	Oh lets' see, about a week ago
Do you spank yourself?:	When I am told to
Do you have a spanking fetish?:	I prefer to think of it as my lifestyle
After your spanking is over do you still act bratty later on?:	Well I can be a smart ass whether spanked or not
How hard do you get spanked?:	Very hard and this is redundent
Have you ever gotten your butt belted?:	You bet I have
Have you ever gotten your butt paddled?:	Yes indeed
Have you ever gotten spanked in public?:	No but I am working on it
What do you get spanked with the most?:	Bare hand and wooden paddle
On a scale of 1-10 how much does the spanking hurt?:	Depends on who and the situation
Do you feel you deserve it?:	Yes I do
What do you get spanked for?:	Just Because, erotic/sensual play, fun, discipline, therapy
How many times have you gotten spanked?:	I have no idea
How many times the spanker spank you during the spanking?:	Depends on the spanker and the circumstances
What do you do to deserve them?:	The only ones I get where I deserve them are usually due to not being the best I can.
Have you ever gotten spanked infront your friends?:	Yes I have
Have you ever gotten you butt caned?:	Absolutely
Do you like the pain of the spanking?:	I like the sting and the tingle
Have you ever gotten spanked with a wooden spoon?:	Of course
Have you ever gotten spanked with a hairbrush?:	Very frequently
Have you ever asked to be spanked for something you did wrong?:	Yes I have
Is spanking a big part of your everyday life?:	It is
Do you get spanked more than once a day?:	Sometimes if I am lucky
How often do you get spanked?:	Depends on where I am and the person I am with
Is your butt red and sore afterwards?:	Well duh...of course
Do you spanked gently or hard?:	Both
Have you ever gotten spanked with a sneaker?:	No, but that sounds interesting
Do you believe in spanking?:	Yes I do, quite seriously for many reasons
Have you ever been spanked so hard that you started to cry?:	Yes, many times
Whate age Do you stated getting spanked?:	52
Do you still a get spanked?:	Oh yes
Do you think that spanking is a good punishment?:	For adults, absolutely
Have you ever gotten spanked for swearing?:	No but I don't really swear much
Do you think spanking is fun?:	It is the most fun you can have sober
What does the spanker say to you before your spanking?:	If it is for correction I get a lecture that usually starts with young lady
Have you ever gotten spanked for getting bad grades?:	Yes, but it was a retroactive spanking
Have you ever gotten a spanking for no reason at all?:	The best reason is Just Because
Have you ever gotten spanked by a teacher?:	In third grade I got a birthday spanking
Is your butt spankable?:	I like to think so
Who spanks you the most?:	The love of my life and my older brother
Is spanking your hobbie?:	its part of my lifestyle
Do you want a spanking right now?:	Yes indeed
Do you get lectured during the spanking?:	If it is called for I do
Have you ever gotten spanked with your butt in the air?:	Yes many times
Have you ever gotten spanked so hard you butt was swollen?:	Absolutely
Have you ever watched someone else you know getting spanked?:	Many times
Do you hate spankings?:	Nope I love them
Have you ever spanked someone:	Yes I have
Did they learn their lesson?:	If their was a lesson to be learned they do
How many people spank you?:	Only two on a regular basis
Is spanking allowed in your family?:	I did not spank my child and I don't ever include minors in any spanking discussion
Have you ever been spanked with more than one spanking instrument?:	Yes I have lots of toys
Have you ever gotten spanked for lying?:	No because I don't lie
Have you ever gotten spanked for cursing?:	Hey I already said no
Take this survey Find more surveys Bzoink - The Original Survey Site

Can't "Beat Em" Brownies

2008-06-29T16:13:00.002-05:00

I made these wonderful brownies for the party at GC's house. They are unbelievably rich and chocolatey. The perfect energy source for the kind of appetite you build up when spanking. It may not be a rule that you must have chocolate at a spanking party, but it should be. Anyone on ToddnSuzy's diet group, stop reading this post right now. I don't want to be responsible for you backsides if you continue!!

Enjoy,
Purple Angel
Can’t “Beat Em” Brownies

Ingredients:

2 sticks unsalted butter melted with 8 oz bittersweet chocolate (no more than 65% cacoa) in a 3 quart heavy saucepan over low heat.

2 cups sugar
1 t vanilla extract
5 large eggs
2/3 cup all purpose unbleached flour
1/3 cup Dutch process unsweetened cocoa
½ t salt

Preheat oven to 350. Butter and flour a 13x9 pan.
Whisk together the dry ingredients; flour, cocoa and salt.

After melted chocolate mixture cools to lukewarm, whisk in the sugar and vanilla. Whisk in one egg at a time until mixture is glossy and smooth.

Whisk the dry ingredients into the chocolate mixture until combined. Spread in the prepared pan. Bake about 30 minutes until a toothpick or tester comes out of the middle with crumbs on it.

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: One of the brownie consumers was quite dismayed to find no walnuts in the recipe (and he knows who he is WEG. You may add walnuts at your own risk. I make no promise about the result. I, on the other hand, shall continue making……….nutless J brownies!

Inspiration

2008-06-27T15:43:00.002-05:00

I posted this wonderful picture by Barb as the home page picture for my Yahoo group. It really inspired a number of people to come up with ideas of what was going on here. Now you should know that the picture is titled "garage sale". Some thought the young man got caught stealing, others thought she was doing a demo of her merchandise, and one really cool idea was that it was a spanking booth(like a kissing booth).

However, my crazy little muse inspired me in a different direction. It is a very short little story but I thought I would share it with all of you. In fact I already have ideas for a second part. As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.

So many good ideas from this picture. Actually I think the man is holding the garage sale at his grandparent's home. Many of the items are antiques but he is not aware or interested in their value. He simply wants to make some quick cash and since his grandparents dote on him, they have agreed.

The day has gone very well, lots of interested buyers who could not believe the bargains they were getting. There were many questions about authenticity which he could honestly answer. Everything was the real deal. As he gazes around his selfish brain begins to figure out how much he will be pulling in since his grandparents want to give him the money for being kind enough to help out.

As he looks over the crowd he notices a newcomer. She is dressed strangely for an afternoon of garage sales. Her black suit appears to be silk and is quite stylish. As he watches her she stops by the gorgeous oak table and begins looking at his grandmother's hairbrushes. He can remember seeing his grandmother brushing her hair many years ago with one of the brushes. He also remembers some of the uses his mother had for those brushes and they had nothing to do with hair styles.

She picks up each brush and looks them over carefully. Although she never smiles he senses they are just what she has been looking for. This is somewhat a mystery since she has very short hair. But then again some people buy these just to collect them. He shrugs his shoulders, who cares why she likes them as long as she buys them.

The woman turns and looks around the crowd obviously trying to figure out who is in charge of the sale. He steps forward and asks if she needs help. She gestures towards the brushes and asks the price. He quotes an astoundingly low price. Instead of a look of delight she frowns. The next question is unexpected. She wants to know if he has stolen them.

"Hell no", he exclaims. I am holding this sale for my grandparents. Every item is theirs and has been in our family for years."

She gives him a cool, appraising look, "Then why are they so inexpensive, I know their value. I am a collector."

He lets out a laugh, "Why would you collect hairbrushes, you have very little hair."

Her voice continues to remain even and soft with an air of authority. "I don't brush hair with them. They have a much more interesting use for me. And as a matter of fact it is one you could benefit from. I wonder if your grandparents would be interested in how much money they could have made from a grandson thinking more of them than himself."

He was both ashamed and angry. Rather than admit he might be wrong he became very defensive. "What are you...psychic or something? And do you want the brushes or not.?

She looked him over with her cool stare. "Before I buy them I would like to try them out. After all, as a collector I know what I want. Are you agreeable to those terms?"

Despite a gut feeling that he was missing some important piece of information he shrugs, "Sure brush your hair, whatever."

She picks up a brush, looks it over, and beckons him over with her index finger. "Finally", he thinks. "Now maybe this strange woman will leave." He walks over, "This the one you want?" His voice is anything but courteous.

Taking the brush with her she sits down in one of the dining room chairs behind the beautiful painted screen that used to grace his grandparent's living room. He follows her over hoping that maybe she wants to buy the dining room table and chairs. When he is close enough she grabs the buckle of his belt and pulls him closer. As she opens the buckle he tries to back away but she is far stronger than she appears. "Hey what the hell are you doing."

She replies as she unzips his jeans, "I am trying out this hairbrush. After all you gave me permission to do so." His mouth hangs open as he begins to realize what kind of try out she is planning. Visions of his mother and her wicked hairbrush suddenly fill his mind.

Before he knows what has happened the woman has given a yank on his unzipped jeans pulling him off balance. He lands on her lap and feels her grab the waistband of his jeans and underwear. With one quick, easy movement they are down around his knees. She quickly locks his legs between hers. He gasps in shock and begins to try and pull free with no success.

The woman's cool voice is all he hears, "This is what I do with hairbrushes, especially on young men that care nothing for anyone but themselves and their selfish desires." Before he can answer she brings the hairbrush down sharply on his left cheek, then his right.

His loud protests from behind the screen bring several people there to see what is going on. From his vantage point he can't see anyone but he can hear female laughter. However, as the hairbrush keeps landing he thinks less and less about being seen and more and more concerned with the fire being built on his bottom.

As suddenly as it began it is over. The woman tugs his jeans back up before letting him stand. He gets up off her lap and hurriedly fastens his pants. Although he knows he should be angry at such inappropriate treatment from a stranger, he isn't. Instead he feels a strange emotional response. The woman looks up from the chair. "I will take all three hairbrushes and I will pay you what they are worth. Plus I expect you to reprice what is left. Then you can take a percentage for your help and give your grandparents the rest. Is that clearly understood?"

He gulped hard and couldn't believe the next words out of his mouth, "Yes Ma'am."

Without a smile she gave him the money for the three brushes and began to walk away with her prize collector's items in her purse. She turned around briefly, "I will be back to check." And then she was gone.

He was dumbfounded and totally confused by the situation. But he also believed her and started to turn towards the garage to remark items. And then he saw the female shoppers in the garage all looking at him with knowing smiles. He must have been quite a show. And as this thought flitted through his brain, it must have communicated itself to the shoppers.

The next sound he heard was every woman in the garage and outside it, clapping loudly and enthusiastically.

He blushed bright red and felt the sting in his bottom as his jeans rubbed while he walked. As he repriced items he found himself wondering....would she really come back to check.........in a way.........crazy as it was..........he hoped she would.

The Comforts of Home

2008-06-26T18:51:00.006-05:00

I totally enjoyed my first house party at GC's house this past weekend. It was completely different than a party at a hotel. Plus I got to meet some wonderful new friends.

Some of the differences were predictable but some were a surprise. When I questioned the food we would need to provide, I found out everyone brings food and GC provided the soft drinks. Hmm a pot luck spanking party, who would have imagine it. So I happily baked brownies as my contribution. I will post the recipe which shall now be known as Can't Beat Em Brownies.

So there were people there from the DC group, Louisville, Kentucky, New York and one person from Illinois(me!). We had options for private play and public play. GC's house is a perfect party house. You could hear the happy sounds of smacking everywhere.

I really did love it. And not only was the spanking fun, but it was so much fun sitting and talking with new and old friends. We had breakfast with some of the party goers on Sunday morning. Everyone agreed that it was a superb party.

So here are some of the things I liked;

Lots of comfy couches for spanking, three private rooms for spanking with sign up sheets, a lovely deck to sit out and watch the sunset, many new people to meet in a comfortable setting, one room just for sitting and talking with friends, and lots of yummy food!

So I got spanked first and last by GC, in between I was spanked by my older brother. I spanked three gentlemen who were switch/bottoms. One of them was kind enough to return the favor.

So if you have the opportunity please do attend a house party. They are more intimate and offer more chances to both spank and talk with new friends and those you already know and love.

A Literary Experience

2008-06-20T10:04:00.004-05:00

I had a very interesting experience the other evening. Currently I am visiting GC and we went to a book club discussion group he attends once a month. Now there is nothing new about the concept of book discussions but this one was new for me. It was a discussion group that reads and shares spanking books.

When I got off the plane on Tuesday night it was really too late to start reading but the next morning I began reading the book of short spanking stories titled, Blushing at Both Ends. We spent much of the day dashing from place to place and I read in between the various errands we ran. Finally I got a chance to do some uninterrupted reading while GC attended an event. I sat at Starbucks with some lovely tea with lemonade and read the book. (Cover down of course, didn't want any knowing grins from the staff or other patrons.) Some of the stories were very cute. My favorite was Snow White and Rose Red. However, I did find it to be a group of formulaic stories, right down to the language in each one and the words the characters uttered. I think many times, in spanking literature there is an assumption that the reader is only breathlessly waiting for the first smack of hand on derriere. That is -probably true to an extent, but it would be nice to know the characters, have a less predictable plot, and have the spanking activities be part of the action, but not the entire focus of the story.

In any case, we did arrive late for the group but hey were still talking over the stories. One of the group members said he actually liked the idea of template into which various story scenarios could all fit. We did discuss which stories each person liked the best.

I really do wish they had a group like this where I live but I really don't know any spankos in close proximity except one, and I wouldn't contact him if he were the last man on earth. Enough said on that subject for now. But I do think it would be fun to "discuss" books online, so I may, in the future, start recommending books I have read and that you may like to read. I would love to hear what others think about the books I have enjoyed or not enjoyed . And if you have a group of friends in the scene, give this a try. The group meets at a restaurant so they share good food and discussion.

If you do read Blushing at Both Ends let me know what you think. Since I am often blushing hither and yon myself I know how many of the characters feel. Since I switch I know how even other characters feel. And, as many of us know, it is a remarkable feeling indeed!

Self defining

2008-06-16T13:36:00.002-05:00

I posted a poll on the blog about how you define yourself in the spanking lifestyle. In my opinion this is an area people really get stuck on. I know it has tripped me up in the past. And once you get labeled it is really tough to get that sticker off.

When I first opened my eyes and mind to the possibility that I could have what I always wanted, I had no idea of what the options were for a woman in the world of spanking. So I believed what I first learned, that I was a bottom. Since I also have a submissive side, it made sense to me that I was a submissive bottom. Therefore it followed that I would be looking for a relationship with a Dominant top. It never occured to me that there were many options available.

My good fortune was that the first real spanking was from a top who also liked being spanked as well. I wouldn't really call him a switch but he did teach me how to play on both sides of the lap. As my experiences grew I met men who were actually bottoms and wondered if I would spank them. My first response was an internal one. How could I spank someone for correction when I was a bottom? But another part of me empathized so much with someone who needed and wanted a real spanking. I knew that longing and how it felt to not have anyone to provide it. Plus I am a pretty good actress in a community theatre kind of way, and thought I could play the role. So my life as a switch began.

Now I was a bottom, submissive, and a switch. Three labels that seemed somewhat contradictory. At this time my spankings, both giving and taking, had all been with men. It never entered my mind that I would spank or be spanked by women.

As my spanko experiences evolved and I met more people I began to realize that we are all wired in unique ways. I learned from many, especially my older brother, friends I made at parties, and my sweet GC. My experiences have become incredibly varied. I have disciplined my honorary "niece" when she needs it, both in person and on the phone. Having this part in her life only increases how close I feel to her. Playing with my wonderful friends Cheryl and Cigi was strictly a girl's sleep over fun spanking activity. And I love them both as well, they are the best.

GC and I both switch and are learning all the time how to please each other. I find this part of my spanking education pure pleasure. He is a wonderful spanker, and it is obvious we both find pleasure in pleasing each other. I expect to continue being an attentive student.

Oh and the parties I have played at are an education all in and of themself. All the implements I thought I would never try and have now tried and enjoyed were mostly through party experiences. I love leather, wood, and yes, even lexan if it is used for play. Being caned by someone that knew exactly what he was doing was an eye opener in more ways than one.

So I have evolved from a submissive bottom to a bottom switch with a submissive streak and the ability to be a dommy mommy when the situtation calls for it (disclaimer:my older brother came up with that term and it never fails to get a laugh). The only thing I simply cannot do is be mean, harsh, or degrading to another person. If that is what they want they have to find another girl.

As a teacher I never did like labeling children, as a spanko I don't know that we need all the labels except at a party so you know who you might want to play with. But even there it takes time to get to know the person and find out if your needs and desires match up.

So how do you feel about labels and defining yourself in this wonderful and unique way of life?

Ticked Off!!

2008-06-14T21:57:00.002-05:00

I couldn't believe it today when I came to my blog and found my counter was gone. Every time you clicked on "counter not found" you were redirected to a casino site. Yes, I suddenly was running a gambling game without even knowing it. And what really was aggravating was the fact that I lost the exact number of hits I have had. I knew it was over fifty thousand but not positive of the exact number.

In any case I set up a new counter and hopefully no one will steal it away when I am not looking. There is also a poll at the bottom of my blog about how you define yourself in this lifestyle. I hope you will take a moment to vote and if you would be interested I would certainly appreciate comments on this topic. For me it is far more important to define who I am than why I am wired this way.

Whoever stole my counter better not show up anytime soon or they will meet my lexan paddle in person. Ah yes, sometimes it is good to be a switch.

Now Who do They Think They Are Fooling?

2008-06-13T22:40:00.003-05:00

Well I had to share one of my vacation souvenirs. GC and I found this in a shop in Florida while buying a canvas bag to tote "stuff" to the beach.(Never mind that I have more canvas bags at home than I can count and didn't pack a single one).

Yes, ours says bald man's hairbrush too. Really now, isn't this just the perfect size for a purse or pocket paddle? And it has a nice sting to it as well. Does anyone really believe it is meant for bald men? Well, I will concede for bald men who enjoy spanking or being spanked it is perfect.

I am always amazed at the places you can find unintentional spanking toys. We all know kitchen supply departments or stores are loaded with them. Hardware stores have a variety of wonderful multi use objects. And wooden hairbrushes can be found at almost any department or large drug store. Of course we all know about the famous Vermont bath brush that "hits the spot". And boy is that the truth!

But does anyone really think there is any other use for this small paddle shaped object than a wonderful, easy to transport, spank you right here implement? No one could possibly be that naive....could they?

How I Spent My Summer Vacation!

2008-06-11T19:06:00.003-05:00

I got home on Monday from the wonderful Florida Moonshine party in Tampa Bay. First of all they did a terrific job of organizing a HUGE party. There were more than 150 people there. It was a bit overwhelming I must admit, but I was there with my wonderful GC and it was a romantic and lovely few days with him. So why was it so great? Here are a few reasons.

1. Terrific people-There were friends there from Crimson Moon that I already knew. I met Todd and Suzy from American Spanking Society. They are two of the nicest people I have ever met. My only regret is we did not get to spend more time with them. I met two spanking celebrities; Sierra Salem and Niki Flynn. Sierra was as sweet as she is lovely. She was so excited to know we had seen her DVDs. I assured her that most people in the scene had viewed one or more of her performances. Niki Flynn was signing her book, Dances With Werewolves. She was also incredibly nice and willing to talk and discuss both writing and spanking. I highly recommend her book, she is a talented writer.

Along with celebrities I also met many Florida Moonshine members. One of them had posted a tag I made about a huge bonfire for wooden spoons, all over the hospitality suite. How I managed to get away without being spanked for that I will never know. They were all very welcoming and seemed pleased that so many members from out of state and country had come to the party.

2. The vendor fair was a riot!! The best part was that GC tried out any implement that caught my eye or his. That is what I call a quality shopping experience. We definitly need spanko strip malls. The vendors were terrific and some of the craftsmanship was outstanding. They were more than willing to have their products tried out by anyone so inclined. So I found myself bending over a number of vendor tables. You could hear smacks all around the room and lots of laughter as well.

3. The ice breaker Friday night was also loads of fun. We had lists of people we had to find. For example; someone who was left handed, someone wearing a red shirt etc. If you found a person to match what you were looking for they signed off on it and got to give you five spanks. That is definitely an ice breaker, what ice could stay solid with all those nice warm bottoms around.

4. I also enjoyed the Spanking Trivia game on Saturday night. Once again if you got the wrong answer you got a certain number of spanks with hand or implement depending on which round it was. Everyone had a great time and I was delighted to find out I knew more than I thought I did. GC knew a great deal more than I did, very impressive.

5. The resort was great! I have to tell you one of the happiest people there was the bartender in the ballroom Saturday night during Spanking Trivia. He had an ear to ear grin the entire time.

6. Aside from the party which was wonderful, GC and I had some very lovely quality time together in a beautiful setting. We took walks on the beach, both in daylight and by starlight. The gulf was warm and lovely with turquoise water and sugary sand. We also visited other areas that he wanted to show me. One of the most wonderful parts of the trip was also visiting my dad who lives down in Florida near Orlando.

7. One sore spot, no not my backside, is that we didn't get to spank on the beach at night. There were always people around, even late at night. So I still have not gotten that outdoor spanking, I guess my fantasies will have to do for the time being.

The pictures I put at the beginning are the entrance to the resort and an example of a Tampa Bay sunset. I only wish the bikini clad sun bather with the sunburned bottom was me. But my bottom got plenty of lovely coloring during the weekend. Unfortunately it has faded, but fortunately I will winging my way to GC's house next Tuesday. So my bottom won't stay white for long.

In any case, I did have a lovely time, met wonderful people, ate delicious food, enjoyed the beach, saw new places, got spanked, and spent four days with my love. Yes, definitely a summer vacation well spent.

Into the Night

2008-06-10T22:14:00.001-05:00

Into the Night
Baby hold me close and tight,
Don't let go,
Let your hand prove you care,
Don't let go,
As you turn my skin to pink,
Don't let go,
I need you there to keep me safe,
Don't let go,
Caress then rub, spank again,
Don't let go,
Our connection cannot be denied,
Just don't let go,
Take us into the night.
Purple Angel

New Experiences

2008-06-03T12:17:00.002-05:00

As you can see I am in a beach frame of mind. That is because on Thursday I am leaving for the Florida Moonshine party with my darling GC. Now isn't interesting that both women in these pictures are wearing red bathing suits. Certainly the color of choice for any spanker, it gives them a color to match. And I don't know what the blonde is complaining about, looks like fun to me. Personally I would rather be wearing the suit in the first picture. It covers a multitude of bulges I would just as soon not display.

Warm weather, beaches, palm trees, and the ocean...what a great setting. And how wonderful to get spanked not only in a different state but a whole different climate. Obviously my experiences are broadening my horizons. And a party with a new group is such a great way to meet like minded people.

I also must tell you something I did that I never thought I would and it has nothing to do with Florida. I told my younger brother and sister about my delightfully kinky inclinations. They kept asking why I was coming to all these meetings in Chicago but not visiting them. I gave my brother the website for Crimson Moon and told him to read it and let me know if he had any questions. My sister wheedled it out of me. Bless both of them, they were not upset, judgemental, or shocked. So I am sticking one toe out of the closet and it felt very good to know that they love me no matter what I choose to do with my backside or my open palm.

Now back to the Florida party. I found that my bathing suit was way too big and the bottom part fell off when I tried it on. Yes, that is a good problem to have. So I bought a new one. And I made sure it was a suit that I could get spanked while wearing. Very easy to pull up the leg openings for bare bottom beach spankings. Now I bet you can't guess what color it is. Go ahead and try, I'll wait.........................................................................How did you know that? Yes, you are correct, it is red. Actually it is red and black but the red is a lovely crimson color and I just know it would be a great color to try and match. So my toys and I are flying south and meeting my love at the Tampa airport. I probably won't do much blogging while I am there. Its really hard to type when you are over someone's lap. But I most certainly share my experiences when I return. Oh and I will be sure to let you know if anyone can match the color of my very red bathing suit!

Spankful Delight

2008-06-01T12:24:00.001-05:00

Spanking Exercise

2008-05-31T22:13:00.002-05:00

Now why don't we ever see ads for this program on infomercials. I personally think its a great exercise plan. Anyone who has ever given or gotten a brisk spanking knows that is has wonderful aerobic benefits. The spanker will certainly use the muscles in his/her arm to administer the spanks. As for the spankee, well let's see, voice muscles, leg muscles(all that kicking and squirming) and never forget those gluteal muscles. Yes, a fine workout would be had by all. The best part is you don't have to join a gym or buy expensive equipment.

So what kind of exercises would work? Here are a few:

1. Toe touches-the spankee touches toes and for every time is rewarded with a lovely smack on the bottom. Definitely an incentive to keep going.

2. Jogging-This would be great for switches. First one jogs along while the other one is right behind urging their partner on with a paddle or crop. Then they switch (oh yes) places. Win win exercising.

3. Leg lifts-One partner laying on his/her back. One leg is bent at the knee and the other leg is raised and held to the count of 10. Now while that leg is in the air, the spanker has a great target. And should the leg be lowered before the count of 10, they have to start over. Of course you repeat it with the other leg.

4. Over the knee bends-Since we have found that deep knee bends are not at all good for the knees(horrifying to remember how many of those I did in gym class) this is a much better substitute. The spankee lays over the lap of the spanker. With each spank the spankee must bend their leg at the knee(and not kick the spanker or there are penalties)and lower it.

5. Push ups-Do I even have to explain this one? I mean the position and the spanking as an incentive to keep going seem pretty obvious.

And of course, these should be done bare bottom whenever possible. Why? Because its more fun that way. This just scratches the surface, imagine how much spanking fun could be had with a treadmill or some of the home exercise gyms. Yes this is definitely better than any program Jack LaLanne came up with.

So go to it, get your bottom red as you get your body in shape!!

An Interlude-spanking fiction M/f

2008-05-29T18:44:00.004-05:00

The rain tattooed a steady rhythm on the window next to Corinne's desk in the study of her home. It was an ebony night and her study was dark except for the pool of comfortable work light that her desk lamp provided. Leaning her chin on her hand, she went over the proposal for tomorrow one more time.

It was always so hard for her to let go and just realize she had done the best that was possible. But she was getting much better at it. Joe was helping her learn how to have fun as well as work hard at her very stressful job. And Corinne had to admit Joe was a wonderful teacher. She smiled at the thought of him. Corinne could seldom think about Joe without smiling. She seldom could believe her luck in stepping into his cab almost a year ago.

As though he had read her mind from whatever room he had been in, Joe stood in the doorway of the study, smiling as he watched Corinne work. He leaned against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his chest. As Corinne smiled to herself, Joe caught his breath. He thought her smile was the loveliest part of Corinne's face. Although he had to admit the rest of it was pretty easy on the eyes as well.

Corinne stretched her arms over her head and started to reach over to turn off the light. Enough was enough for tonight, besides she wanted to know what Joe was up to. As her hand reached out a large warm hand covered hers. She looked up into the face she loved more than any in the world. Without any words she stood up, wearing only one of Joe's old shirts, and put her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He could inhale the scent of her skin and hair. He kissed her neck and laid his head gently on top of her hair. They stood silently for several moments lost in each other and listening to the rain.

Lifting her chin with his finger he smiled down, "Well young lady, I think it is past your bedtime."

She looked up suspiciously but also with a tiny smile, "Oh no, none of that young lady talk, I have done nothing wrong. In fact I have been a model citizen."

Joe laughed out loud, the laugh she loved to hear. He hugged her to him. "No you are absolutely right, but I love calling you young lady, and I do know you love hearing it."

With a blush on her face Corinne buried her face in Joe's broad chest. She loved the scent of him and the warm closeness that always made her feel cherished and protected. He reached down with one arm and lifted her legs, cradling her shoulders with his other arm. Corinne could feel herself practically purring. As Joe carried her into the bedroom he kissed her passionately. He hugged her to him and then eased her gently down to the bed. The light in the room was dim but he could see her eyes practically smoldering. They locked gazes on each other as Joe stripped off his shirt. He lay down next to Corinne and they kissed everywhere they could reach. He held her face in his hands and whispered, "I love you baby, I love you so." He then began unbuttoning the oversize shirt she was wearing and noticed there was nothing underneath. His grin turned very wicked, "Well now aren't you a naughty girl, with no panties on."

Corinne giggled, a sound Joe loved since it reminded him so much of the day they met and the giggle he heard in the back seat of his cab. His expression turned to mock sternness as he looked down at her. "Well we certainly know how to take care of naughty young ladies." Joe sat down next to her on the bed. He put Corinne face down over his lap and started rubbing her bare bottom very gently. She sighed and pillowed her face on her hands. He whispered,"Who's girl are you love?"

And her answer was soft and silky in his ear, "I am yours Joe, all yours." She loved telling him that even if the part of her brain that was all feminist groaned whenever she said it. And she wanted what came next. They had not had much quality time together lately, both of their schedules were impossibly full.

Joe's response to Corinne was predictable but still excited her tremendously. He began rubbing her bottom in ever widening circles. Her bottom raised at his touch which took his breath away. Corinne closed her eyes waiting for what she loved, the part that was so deeply ingrained in both of them. She wasn't disappointed.

The first smack was more of a love tap, followed by a few more. As Joe began rubbing her bottom again, she could not help wiggling her backside in response. As the spanks began again the rhythm began, increasing every five or ten smacks. Soon the intensity grew as well and they began to impart a real sting.

Joe stopped again and began his erotic massage, allowing his hand to slip between Corinne's thighs. She gasped at his touch and her backside rose again begging for more. "Oh God Joe please don't stop." He leaned over and kissed each side of her deep pink cheeks. As if he had planned on stopping.

"No I won't baby, I promise." The spanking began again, with a faster rhythm and sharper spanks. Joe tightened his grip around Corinne's waist. As the spanking increased in intensity Corinne began to intersperse her moans with yelps and ouches. Her feet occasionally drummed against the bed. Joe could see her face and knew she was in a type of ecstasy she often reached during sensual spanking. He began caressing her now crimson derriere. His nails grazed lightly over the very warm skin and he felt a shudder go through her body. His hand massaged down her thighs and back up, where both her bodies response and the dewy moisture signaled that she was loving every moment of it. He spoke softly, "Corinne, sweetheart, are you alright."

Her eyes remained closed as she softly whispered, Oh yes, more than alright." Joe eased her off his lap onto the bed and he lay down beside her. She was still lost to the moment, and he had no intention of taking that away from her until she was ready. Besides, he loved caressing and touching every inch of her body. His voice whispered to her how much he loved her, and how totally incredible she was. A soft smile lit her face but she was not ready to talk, not yet. Several minutes went by as they lay in one another's arms. Once again the rain pelted heavily against the window of the dimly lit bedroom. Joe picked up a bottle of lotion from the nightstand. He began to gently rub it into Corinne's skin. The red had faded to a lovely pink glow.

Corinne's eyes opened and she smiled at Joe as she reached out her arms to him. He gathered her close and as he held her to him, he heard her say softly, "Well now I guess there are times that young lady is not such a bad thing to be called." She snuggled closer and put her arms around Joe, rubbing his back.

He laughed gently, "Well I have to tell you sweetie, that good or naughty, you are always my young lady and no one elses.

Corinne's eyes opened and he saw a naughty gleam in them, then felt her hands at the zipper of his jeans. "Well now love, right at this moment I am not feeling very ladylike, young or not."

As her hands moved over him Joe began to breathe rapidly, "You know what Corinne, I was sort of hoping you weren't. Of course I will have to spank you for that later."

He heard the delicious giggle and then, "Oh sweetheart I am counting on that." She rubbed her bottom momentarily, "Nope not nearly warm enough, you will just have to do a better job later. But for now Joe...."

For now the rain was the only sound other than soft whispers and gentle moans, and the rustling of the sheet and blankets. Corinne thought to herself that she must be the luckiest woman on earth to have found Joe. And of course finding each other on a rainy afternoon made every rainy afternoon or evening very special. In fact her last coherent thought before Joe carried her away with him, was that they had never missed the opportunity for a single rainy day spanking.

And then her mind opened itself only to Joe and the rest of the night.

Well I'm Not That Cute After All

2008-05-27T20:44:00.003-05:00

Well my readers, friends, and newcomers, the little hints I posted yesterday came true today just as I knew they would. Yes, I got myself in trouble again and no it had nothing to do with chocolate. It has always been interesting to me that in my professional life or when I am in charge of something for others, I have no trouble managing finances, deadlines, and whatever else needs to be done. But in my personal life, I am sometimes not my own best friend.

And so I found myself once more in confession mode. Not only did I have to tell my "older brother" what I had done(on the same day he returned from a vacation), but I had to tell the man I love very much what a mess I had gotten myself into. I am so ashamed and feel I have humiliated myself. And, truly, no one gets me into these deep holes but the 56 year old woman standing there with a shovel, digging herself in deeper and deeper. Now the one positive in all this is I don't do this all the time, and it is never intentional. It is carelessness. And please forgive me but I am not going to reveal what I did, its not important to the post and would only make me feel much worse.

My "brother" had a predictable response on the phone this morning after I told him. He asked a few questions and in a very kind gentle voice told me to lay over two pillows with my lexan paddle in hand. I have to tell you, that for me, self spanking is awful. Since he was not here to do this first part himself, he also added a dose of Ben Gay in a predictable place. So I was on fire before the spanking ever began. I was also in tears before the spanking began. Those soft, gentle but firm lectures always get to me. I was also informed that this was the first spanking to be followed by another one the next time he sees me (this summer).

So I am sitting here at 9:00 pm on a bottom still sore from 9:00 am. Lexan stings like crazy for those who have never had the pleasure. My paddle is thin, only 1/4 of an inch thick but, believe me, that is plenty. It always amazes me, however, that the same implement can be used for a pleasurable spanking with totally different results. Our brains are remarkable aren't they? So 150 smacks of a lexan paddle left my bottom predictably red and my eyes predictably teary.

And my wonderful GC was also very quiet but firm about what steps had to be taken regarding what had happened. Telling him was even more scary since I was so afraid he would think badly of me. That would certainly be worse than any spanking with any implement. He is an easy man to love, so caring and insistent on helping. However, he also understands that it is important to me that I eventually fix what was broken. Getting help is fine as long as I am not being totally dependent on anyone. A shoulder to cry on and an arm to go around you is wonderful. But in the long run I have to be the one that cleans up the mess.

So I guess Tinkerbell might be too cute to spank but I most certainly am not. And I am torn two ways about the second spanking I will get. I know it will provide the catharsis I need and clean the slate, so to speak. But I also know it is going to be pretty serious. As it should be.

And I learned, once again, its not enough to just think everything is alright, you have to stay focused and make sure, positively sure, to the best of your ability, that all is well. Fortunately I do feel forgiven by GC and my brother. Now the last person left to forgive me is the most difficult. I have to forgive myself.

More Tomorrow

2008-05-26T21:49:00.003-05:00

Yes all of these little sayings and pics have something in common. I will post about it tomorrow. I am way too stressed out to post until I know how this is going to turn out. Of course no matter how it turns out I am going to be in for quite a spanking. Like I said, more tomorrow.

Purple Angel.