Awakening Jeremy-pt 3 M/f spanking

Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeremy frowned slightly, “Are we really now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about pie, I definitely need some.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Awakening Jeremy Pt 2-M/f spanking fiction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Awakening Jeremy Part 1-M/f spanking fiction

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

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

Closed for Repairs

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

An Interesting Idea

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ghost of Spankings Yet to Be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy 4th

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

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

Hugs,
Purple Angel

Sometimes A Gentle Hand......

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Celebrating My Own Brand of Independence

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

The Spanking of My Cute Little Rear

Listen my friends and you shall hear

The spanking of my cute little rear,

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

Every spanko at the party could hardly wait

For the parade of backsides to start to sear.

We chatted as friends, we politely discussed

The safewords were shared upstairs and down

Sign ups were posted, no one fussed,

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

Red was for stop, Green was keep going

Each one determined to keep bottom cheeks glowing.

Ready to spank and spread the good cheer,

To all in attendance that presented their rear

For no one would be ignored, that was clear.

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

Especially when he announced he would also be last.

As the moon rose on that wonderful night

His hand began spanking both left and right

One on each cheek, two more to keep going

He was determined my backside would soon be glowing

The effects of his efforts were certainly showing.

Throughout the party house every face wore a smile,

They knew their turn would come round in awhile.

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

Backsides and hands were getting quite sore.

And in the moonlight rising over the trees

Happy bottoms were draped over toppier knees.

Now paddles and straps soon came into play,

Canes, floggers, and belts joined the happy fray.

All celebrated spanking freedom that wonderful day.

I was happy to give as well as to take

And I did both, make no mistake.

Meanwhile my friends, as energy lagged

Treats were consumed and thirst was soon quenched

No one wanted the fun to be benched

Bottoms were rubbed and yet spanked once more

Sounds of delight came from upstairs and down

And you could almost hear some bottom cheeks clenched

As well as some feet drumming hard on the floor

I climbed the stairs many times through the night,

Sometimes I spanked and sometimes was gifted

With a spanking that had my voice truly lifted

But the atmosphere was truly happy and light

For those of us that enjoy feeling aglow

Or creating the colors another may show

This truly was the most fun to be had

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

So I willingly let my panties slide down off my feet

Knowing my derriere was in for a treat

I was not disappointed, not even a tad.

As the evening wound down it soon became clear

That the smacking was over until the next time

And I now come to the end of my rhyme

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

And there was still one more left to complete,

My sweetheart wanted to make my heart beat,

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

It was obvious that I felt no lack

For he also took time to rub and caress

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

So that my friends was all I can say

About a special kind of holiday

The fireworks were of a different type,

No battles were fought, it was strictly win win

Although the house was filled with the din

Of the words naughty, discussion and come over here

And many a bottom had a red stripe

But I do assure not one person was blue

Tops made sure not one tush was left white.

My love and I went to our bed happily cuddled

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

And believe me everyone, that night, got to hear

The spanking of my cute little rear.

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

There was many a voice raised in that chorus

Through each spanking divine.

So my friends next time you have a chance.

Celebrate the joys of this type of dance.

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

Hugs,

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

For My Neighbors to the North

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!!

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?

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!

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

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

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