HAPPY NEW YEAR!

We have a brand spanking new year coming up!
I hope everyone gets all the spankings they want
and as many as they deserve!

One of my goals for 2010 is to refocus the content.

I don't want this to be just about my own spanking adventures,
but to include other people who have spanking needs.

Do you need to cry?
Do you need to vent?
Do you need suggestions?
Do you need to celebrate?

As a psychologist who is also a spankophile, I want to listen to my readers, so tell me what you would like to see on here.

PW ~ Spanking - the complete woman’s stress reliever

Bocelli

Does anyone get the same shiver I do when I listen to Andrea Bocelli's new Christmas album? His rendition of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" starts out with a slow, sexy "You'd better watch out..." that sends me over the edge!

I'm just sayin' . . .

PW The strong, dominant man makes my knees weak, sets my heart fluttering, and turns my insides to jelly.

Accident Update!

It’s been almost four weeks since someone ran into my lover (he was the pedestrian).

He is slowly healing and will be leaving the rehab facility in a couple weeks and I’ll be flying over to see him. It was touch-and-go for a while, but he is beginning to seem like his old self.

I’ve been thinking about his last visit, just before his accident. The spanking was good, the sex was good, the companionship was good, and I miss it all. Fortunately, the arm that was injured was not his dominant arm!

What I realized, however, is that he won’t be able to hold me still on his lap with his non-dominant arm!

Now isn’t that a shame??

PW - "Capture my mind, own my body"

Accidents Happen!

I've been quiet on here for the past few months, but mostly because my teaching schedule is heavy this semester. With the downturn in economy, many people are returning to college to further their education and my classes are over-full. Next semester may be better.

I want to tell my followers that my S.O. was hit by a Speedi-shuttle at the airport last week and has been in the hospital ever since. He's not in good shape at all, although he is slowly starting to heal. He was knocked unconscious and rolled several times. My heart is heavy for his pain, and I ask all prayers and thoughts of healing to be sent his way.

I'll be back - and so will he!

PW - Submitting to him is my choice.

The New Wife

Here's a little story I wrote about 15 years ago. It was my fantasy of how I hoped my second marriage might turn out. It did not, and that’s all right. I ended the marriage and moved on, but the fantasy was quite good!
* * * * *
Angel had only been married to her husband, Sam, for a few short months. When he went to work in his tweed sport coat and brown wool trousers, she loved to rub her face against the rough tweed! She loved to have him cuddle her when he wore that jacket.

The marriage ceremony had made their relationship legal, but something was missing. She missed Sam being around when he went off to work, yet when he came home, she still felt unfulfilled. So Angel spent her days dreaming of the ways she could seduce him when he got home.

Up until that point, their sex life had been semi ordinary. She had been afraid to tell him that she would like more variety and that she liked to fantasize about having a different kind of sex with him. But she knew something needed to be done to change their new relationship or she would become bored with marriage again and leave him. She didn't want to do that, so she made plans.

Once, when Sam was out of town on business, she became extremely aroused thinking about what she wanted from him when he returned. Her gut got that funny feeling it gets when she is excrutiatingly horny. Her pussy tingled just thinking about how he would put her over his lap to spank her.

It seemed he would never get back from his trip. He called and said he had been delayed, and would be home shortly. But he was too tired when he got home and went to bed for a short nap before he went to a business meeting. Now the question for her became WHEN?

One evening after work, he unlocked the front door and walked into the hallway as he usually did. Angel greeted him wearing a very short black and white gingham dress with eyelet on the puffed sleeves. There was a bright pink sash tied into a bow around her waist. She also had on anklets and little black pumps. Her long hair was pulled up into two pigtails with ribbons on the ends. Under her dress was a pair of flowered silk bikini panties. She knew Sam would love her, even though he was shocked to see her dressed this way for him. She noticed that he was a bit taken aback by it all.

Angel took his hand and led him into the dining room where she had fixed him a cup of coffee. She took off his shoes and helped him get comfortable, chatting with him about his day at work. Then she sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck, wiggling against his crotch ever so slightly. She felt him becoming aroused and squirmed even more. She guided his hand so it went to her knee, then under her skirt.

Of course, it didn't take him long to figure out what she wanted him to do. He ran his hand up her leg to where her panties started and began to tease her pussy. She opened her legs a bit more so he could put a finger inside her panties. She snuggled down onto his finger. How she loved him!

She kissed him with wet lips and put her tongue on his, then whispered into his ear, "I've been a terribly naughty girl today while you were at work."

Sam was shocked!

"What did you do, Angel? Was it naughty enough that you need to be spanked?"

Her heart jumped in her breast. This was just what she had wanted all along.

"Oh, yes! I didn't do anything I was supposed to do here at home. I was lazy all day, just read and watched TV. I didn't clean house or prepare your dinner. I've been so naughty."

"Then stand up right now! I won't have my wife behaving that way every day. I should have known something was up when you were so coy with me."

Angel stood up, head lowered. Sam pulled up her skirt and made her hold it while he pulled down her panties, then bent her over his lap. The feel of wool against her face was wonderful! That was just what she had craved!

For a moment, she forgot what he was about to do, as she thought about how cute she must look there over his knees with her panties down and her skirt around her waist. She knew how much he loved her bare bottom. Tenderly, he patted it a few minutes, then suddenly smacked his hand down hard against her bare cheeks.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

“Of course it hurts, you silly girl! It’s supposed to.”

Angel clutched the leg of his wool trousers that she loved so much and steeled herself for the next swat.

"You must be punished for being the naughty little girl you know you've been. Now be still while I finish this. I think this is what you've been needing for a long time. Maybe it's even what you've been wanting."

Angel wiggled and squirmed around, trying to avoid the harsh spanking, but she knew she had it coming! She jumped from the sharp sting. She began to cry. Why had she wanted something that hurt so badly?

"Oh, please, Sam, please stop! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!”

"You know this is what you deserve. Keep your hands away from your bottom, or they will get smacked, too."

Suddenly, Angel felt herself moving into a trance, letting go of her ego, giving into the punishment, releasing control of herself, handing control to her Husband, to her Lover. It felt so good to let him take charge of her body in this way. From that point on, he would make the decisions, totally care for her and discipline her.

It was at that moment that he truly became her Husband, her Master, the one to whom she would forever submit, the only person who could control her. She was finally free to be who she was - his loving and submissive wife! Why hadn't she let him do this before? Why had she waited so long to let him know what she wanted? With this new relationship, she would be his forever.

Addendum

Just for fun, I checked my library to see if they have the book Hermione read by Johanna Lindsey (Man of My Dreams). I have never read a romance novel in my life (honest!) - I think they would make me gag! But if this one gets close to a spanking scene, then I wanted to read it. Maybe that's the incentive I need. I'll check out the publisher and send in something (maybe).

PW - “As both a good horse and a bad horse heed the spur, so both a good woman and a bad woman need the stick.” (Italian proverb)

Time Flies!

I didn’t realize it had been two weeks since my last post. It’s so easy to get caught up in “real life,” but that’s not all bad, is it?

Summer with no classes to teach leaves me with more time to garden, read good books, and fantasize! (giggle)

My SO and I have been together for almost five years, and I have to admit that my fantasizing has been less since he’s been in my life. No other lover has left me as satisfied as he does, and thus I always had that craving that wasn’t fulfilled.

That doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize at all anymore! Oh, no! It’s just that my fantasies are no longer what I do to reach a climax. Now they are just sexy stories I write or think about to pass the time away on a lazy summer afternoon.

The summer temperatures here never get much above 80 degrees, but a tall glass of iced green tea is still a delight. I remember having that in Japan one summer back in the mid-60s and it’s been my “refresher” ever since.

My post doesn’t have a theme this week, so I thought I’d share some of my summer fun with you. I just finished reading Shanghai Girls by Lisa See. If you haven’t read it, please do. It is one of the best fictionalized versions of Chinese history between the mid-30s and today. Maybe it’s because I lived in California during some of the years this book spans, but I couldn’t put it down.

I’ve also been reading The Fire, the sequel to Kathryn Neville’s The Eight. I recommend that you start with The Eight and then go to The Fire. She has written two other books that you probably would find intriguing – The Magic Circle and Calculated Risk. Her books all integrate at least three eras in ways you would least suspect. She writes the way I’d like to write!

I’ve written several novels but I've never sent them in to see if they are publishable. The problem is that no matter what I write, the subject matter always seems to migrate towards kinky sex! Now what does that say about me?? I’m sure no publisher would accept my kind of writing. Even my murder mysteries end up in sexual scenes.

What are you reading this summer?

PW - 'Kinky' is a relative concept.

Amusement

I started this blog in mid-December, 2008, as a Christmas gift to myself. That was seven months ago. It was a worthy amusement for a lonely time. So much was on my mind then, including the depressing fact that I could not be with my S.O. over the holidays. Writing about my love of and need for spankings helped me get through a rough period.

As Grace said, on “a day in the life,” we all need time away from our blogs. After a brave start that December day, I slowed down. Not because I lost interest, but because it seemed like nothing exciting was happening. I still have the fantasies, I still look forward to being over his lap, now that his knee is healing. Perhaps my “down time” was in sympathy with his “down time.”

To be honest, I’m not sure what I’m trying to accomplish with this blog, other than it gives me a place to express my frustration, to feel a part of the spanking community in some small way, and perhaps figure out this need we all seem to have.

Sometimes I wonder if the desire is only on my side of the relationship, or if he looks forward to it as much as I do? He says he loves it, but fears going too far. Perhaps the men in this community can help by telling me how they got past that anxious feeling. I can pass those ideas on to him and perhaps alleviate his fears a bit.

I am a counselor, and I have had clients who were seriously abused, so I know the difference. There is nothing consensual or fun about it for these women. I have helped many of them get away from that life. But my S.O. would never abuse me in that way, nor would I ever consider it to be abuse.

On the other hand, when he does spank me, I never feel like he goes far enough. He stops too soon, even though in that moment, I am happy for him to stop. Almost as soon as he quits, I wish he hadn’t. How can I expect him to know what I want if I don’t know myself?

Ah, well. . . he’ll be here next week and we’ll see what happens. Hang in there with me, gang, and I’ll be back to share a fantasy or two before long.

PW - Be willing to say "Because I said so."

Back to Reality!

Reality?? What’s that? Sometimes I wonder if there is any such thing – but then I honestly do believe that everything has the possibility of becoming reality if it isn’t already, including our fondest fantasies. Napoleon Hill tells us that “whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.” In other words, whatever our minds can dream up, we can make into a reality.

Of course, we all know that not everything we dream up should become reality, but it’s fun to think about it anyway, isn’t it? One of my fantasies recently came true, and it was worth every second of it. Needless to say, it gave me a taste of what my life could be if we were together permanently.

Early May I said that my SO was going to have knee surgery in California. I just got back from spending several glorious weeks with him while he recovered. This is the fantasy that I’m referring to. Only twice in the past five years we’ve been partners have we been able to have several weeks of uninterrupted time together.

His recovery has been miraculous!

Besides getting to be with him for so long, it was a relief to be away from the normal routines of teaching, taking care of animals and garden, and other such activities.

Now I’m back to preparing for fall classes, and most especially anticipating his next visit to my “farmette,” so we can get back to our mutual fun. We did have fun during those few weeks, but most of our concentration was on his healing.

The next few days will be spent in catching up on reading all the blogs I subscribe to on Reader. I’m sure I’ve missed a lot with my absence. My SO sent me a lovely picture he found of a woman who’d had a handprint tattooed on her butt! So his mind seems to be back to normal! LOL I can’t say I’d go that far with tattooing, but it was an interesting concept!

PW - 'Kinky' is a relative concept.

Saturday Solitude

I never realize how quickly time is passing until I have a day of solitude, like today. This past week was the end of my teaching for the semester, graduation is next weekend, and my grades still need to be posted. But I’m taking a day off to catch up with myself and any readers I have.

My SO has been here just prior to leaving for his surgery. He seems to have been enjoying the straight-backed chair in our bedroom. It gives him the ability to get off his knee and still give me the effect of being over his lap. I end up mostly on the bed, with my bum up in the air for his convenience, while he sits on the chair with my legs draped over his lap. The spanking lasts a lot longer that way, yet we’re both fairly comfortable.

I got more spankings on this visit, probably because he knew he’d be gone longer this time until his leg heals from the surgery. I will fly to be with him for a few weeks during his recovery period, however.

When I have these days of solitude, I love the quiet and relish the alone time. It allows me to indulge in one of my favorite activities – fantasizing. My mind goes to a lot of different places when I fantasize, but the fantasies always end up in the same place. We all know where that is – what we fantasize about most.

SPANKING!

There is a lot that leads up to that moment in my fantasies. Sometimes it is simply a word of consternation, then quickly being pulled over his lap for a sound spanking. At other times, there is a slow build-up of anticipation. Once in a while, the fantasy is to be spanked by someone other than my SO while he watches approvingly. Or it may be that he has invited a friend over simply to witness my humiliating punishment.

Occasionally there is corner time, either before or after, or in mid-stream – always with red bottom exposed for his admiration and my erotic shame. I love/hate it when he pushes a small sliver of ginger into my anus after a hard spanking to hold while I wait in the corner for whatever is to come next.

He always senses my need to be child-like again, so his words to me are like those of a disappointed parent. Still I know he actually looks forward to the punishment that I am going to receive. Words that send a quiver up my gut are “Just wait until we get home, young lady,” or
“You’ve been acting like a naughty girl, so I’ll treat you like one,” or “What do you think I should do for the way you’ve been behaving?”

Even now, my insides are like jelly as I think about that. I think it’s time for a nap while I let today’s fantasy run its course.

PW - Be willing to say "Because I said so."

Grateful Tuesday - The Letter "L"

This letter “L” has almost too many things for which I’m grateful, but can we really be too grateful for too much??

These items all seem to come in groups, so that’s the way I’ll List them. And of course, I’m very grateful for Lists. I’ve been known to leave the grocery store and not buy one thing because I’d left my List somewhere!

I think it’s interesting that so many of the Loving words all begin with “L.” I’m grateful I have Labia to provide an adequate gate for my Lover’s Love. I am grateful for the ability to sit on his Lap, or go over his Lap, to feel a touch of the Leather, a gratitude that strengthens my Libido. I love Licking him or holding him with my Lips, especially when we’re both feeling full of Lust. Of course, we both like Lubrication!

So many beautiful flowers begin with “L” – Lavender, Lilacs, Lilies. In this category, I’ll include Leaves, wonderful at any time of the year.

Foods have their own grouping in the letter “L.” My imaginary Lunch would include Lobster or Lox, a bowl of Loquats, probably some Limeade or Lemonade, and for dessert a stick of Licorice, or a Lollipop.

Lately, I’ve been enjoying Lazy Sunday afternoons, just Lounging around and Listening to the birds and jazz, Looking at the mountains or Lake, and the acres of Lava that surround my Land. I’m grateful for times of Leisure to really enjoy these things.

I feel like I was granted an incredible amount of Luck in this world. Everything in my existence feels like Lagniappe. If you are familiar with New Orleans, you understand that word; if not, look it up!

Music includes its own gathering of “L” words – Lute (another instrument I play), Lyrics to Love songs and Lullabies.

I’m grateful for Lamps, so I can see to dig into the Literature of the Libraries of the world, to enjoy Linguistics, to read Letters, write Legends, and create silly Limericks.

My home, built of lovely Lumber, has a Lanai and a Loft, and special items made of Linen.

My favorite “L” animals include the big cats – Lions, Leopards, Lynx, and although not one of the "big cats," I love the Lambs. I’ve raised them for meat and fleece.

I’m a Liberal who enjoys her Liberty, who loves to dance around a Labyrinth with her Legs.
And finally, I am most grateful that one of my favorite cites of the world, London, is so diverse in its culture.

PW - A purple woman who is simply grateful for LIFE!

Grateful Tuesday - The Letter "K"

I’m late in posting this, but it’s still fairly early on Tuesday where I live! I missed last week, so I don’t want to let that happen again!

Kink – any kind and anywhere

Kisses – any kind and anywhere

Kama Sutra – for what it teaches us

Kabuki – Japanese theatre that I love

Koto – one of the instruments I play

Keyboard – another instrument I play

Karma – especially if it’s good karma

Keys – they open everything, including my heart

Knickers – my British lover likes to lower these

Kilts – my brother wears one of these

Kimchi – like a Korean sauerkraut and delicious

Knots – indispensable when I was sailing (and later found other uses)

Knowledge – a real turn-on when someone has lots of it

Kudos – we all need these, don’t we?

Kodiak – where I lived for several years and birthed one of my children

Kittens – playful and a constant source of laughter

Kidneys – especially healthy ones, because I recently had problems with mine

PW – thinking about kinky kisses and knickers

Happy Bunny Day!

I hope the Easter Bunny

brought everyone what

they want/deserve today!

card from www.naughtycards.com

Catching up!

I didn’t realize it has been ten days since I posted last! So much has happened in that period of time. My man did some catching up in the spanking arena! What a surprise, not to mention a definite turn on! He moved a straight-backed chair into the bedroom to make it more accessible for spontaneity. Was that man thinking ahead, or what??

So in all the excitement, I didn’t get to do grateful Tuesday for the letter “J,” so when Tuesday comes up next, my post may be a combination of “J” and “K.” There is just so much for which I am grateful!

No matter how satisfied I am, or how much fun we had while he was here, my need to have him around all the time is still extremely strong.

PW - The strong, dominant man makes my knees weak, sets my heart fluttering, and turns my insides to jelly.

 

Grateful Tuesday – The Letter “I”

I got so busy with my semester that I almost forgot this was Tuesday!

The first two items of gratitude that came to me with this letter were internet and intimacy. If not for the internet, how else would we all have met over a common interest? And isn’t intimacy what we all long for, and receive, through spanking?

Even though I love intimacy, I also am grateful for my independence and individualism. I am fiercely independent and work to maintain my individualism, and still submit myself to my SO in many ways. The difficulty comes in trying to keep a balance in that lifestyle.

I am so grateful for the beautiful iris plants that grow in my garden. They pop out suddenly, give me a happy jolt for a few days, then they are gone.

As a psychologist, I am most grateful that I have a healthy “id” that lets me get in touch with my deeper, more animalistic Self.

It also is my goal to instill ideas in my students, provide illumination and inspiration for them to continue in their schooling. I am so grateful for the ability and opportunity to do that.

I’m grateful that I do not live in a land of ice, and that I only use ice in my glass of tea. Along with this bit of gratitude, I am exceptionally grateful that I live on a tropical island! I have lived on other islands, both in the tropics and in lands of ice. Trust me, tropical islands are better!

As odd as it may seem I’m grateful for ink! I use it to write and to draw. There is no better medium for me.

I love to listen to my intuition, something most people forget to do. When I ignore or neglect my intuition, I usually get into trouble.

Intensity is another word that came to me with the letter “i.” I’m not sure if I’m grateful for that or not – sometimes I can be too intense (according to others), but I am happy and grateful that my intensity has gotten me to where I am today.

Finally, imagination plays a major role in my life, and it was part of my gratitude for fantasy. I am so grateful that my imagination is strong and active. And when my imagination soars, I like to light incense and let the aroma flow over and around my body. Two wonderful words that go together nicely – imagination and incense.

PW - Up with feminism, down with panties

Is Being Green Always Good?

In the midst of all this weekly gratitude, I’m having a “green-eyed monster” attack. Why do we think we shouldn’t ever feel envy – or to put it more precisely, why am I not allowed to be insanely jealous occasionally??

My SO is legally bound to another, but what we have is not a new situation. We’ve been together for many years, and while I’ve grown accustomed to my role with him, occasionally I really hate it.

I know it wouldn’t be the same if we were to be together all the time. I suspect we would end up like many other couples – not happy in our monogamy and looking for ways to get out of it all, but I do long for the part of him that is not mine to have.

This feeling, too, shall pass, I suppose.

PW - “Freedom spoils a good wife.”- Russian proverb

Grateful Tuesday - The Letter "H"

Holidays – This is Spring Break week and I don’t have to prepare classes for this holiday. I love teaching, but I’m always happy for the breaks we get.

Happiness – No comment necessary!

Hands – I don’t know what I’d do without the use of my hands. I use them for playing piano, playing guitar, writing (cursive and computer), gardening, loving, dressing, and so much more.

Hearing – It gets less and less as I get older, so I’m grateful to still as much as I do.

Hair – Even though it’s a nuisance sometimes, I’m grateful to have my hair, no matter how gray or white it gets.

Hairbrush – Well……….. maybe!

Hanky-panky – Is there anyone who doesn’t like a little of this?

Him – He’s the one I love doing hanky-panky with!

Humility – I need plenty of this in order to belong to him! He appreciates my humility, even though he also loves my intelligence and leadership abilities. He reminds me when I am in danger of losing my humility.

Heart – He has my heart, and I give it to him with deep gratitude.

Hysterectomy – I’m so grateful I had it done when I was still young (but after my 4 beautiful children) so I could enjoy the hanky-panky more!

Hummingbirds – They are light as a feather and look like flying flowers.

Hobbies – I have too many, but I’m grateful for them all!

Humor – None of this would matter if it wasn’t for a great sense of humor!

Horses – I no longer have my horses, and I still long to have more. Maybe someday I can get another horse. I’m just grateful they exist!

Hats – Oh, how I love wearing beautiful hats! My mother used to make some of the most incredible hats. At the time I thought she was nuts, but now I wish I had some of them still.

Head – I’m grateful for this in all its many meanings!

Honesty – And don’t we wish more people were honest?

Honolulu - I’m grateful this city is close for a break from the rural life and for its shopping.

Health – This is something I’m extremely grateful to have! I have taken great care in making sure that my health would remain as long as possible.

Home – I love my little home and I’m so grateful I was able to buy it when I did.

Hens – Oh, how I love my six chickens who give me beautiful fresh eggs every day.

Herbs – I’m grateful I can grow delicious herbs year-round where I live.

Hoe – It’s one of the handiest tools I have for my gardening.

Honey – It’s wonderful for so many things.

Hope – What would this world be without hope? I’m grateful I have plenty of this, and I offer it to others when they have trouble finding it.

Grandpa and gg - Part 2

I stood before Grandpa, our eyes holding steadily as he waited. I knew he would be patient with me, that he could wait all day for me to speak if he needed to. I wasn’t sure I could trust my voice. I stood silent, still as a statue, barely breathing, afraid to speak, afraid not to speak.

“It’s not easy being accountable, is it, gg?”

I shook my head, then remembered that he didn’t like me to respond that way, so I mustered up an answer. “No, Grandpa.”

“Well, think about your list of transgressions, and when you are ready, I will listen.”

What I had done wasn’t a terribly long list, but they were all more than a little naughty, and definitely in need of punishment.

“The speeding ticket…” I said, trying to control the quiver in my voice.

“Yes?”

“I was running late to work.”

“That makes two offenses, gg. You know I like you to be prompt when it comes to your work obligations.”

“Yes, Grandpa, but…”

“None of that, gg. So you were late to work, and driving too fast. You got stopped, which made you even later, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“Continue.”

“I don’t always eat the things I know I should.”

“That’s very true, gg. You know your health should be a top priority. I need you to stay healthy for a long time, if you are to continue being my gg.”

There wasn’t much I could say to that, so I moved to the next item on the list.

“I only exercised once this past week.”

“You know there’s no excuse for that – ever!”

“Yes, Grandpa, but I…”

“Now stop it! I told you there was no excuse for not exercising regularly and I meant it.”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“Please continue. There are still a few things you haven’t mentioned.”

“I overspent my budget a little bit.”

“Just a little bit? How much, gg?”

“Just $100. I broke the heel and needed a new pair of shoes.”

“And how did you break the heel?”

“Running to work from the parking barn.”

“So, running late to work caused you to commit several offenses, didn’t it?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“It looks like making an effort to get to work on time should be your priority from now on, doesn’t it? Of course, staying healthy will help that, too.”

“Yes, Grandpa, I know, and I’m sorry.”

“Being sorry isn’t enough to get you out of your punishment, and it doesn’t tell me you will make a change in your behavior. What do you think would help you in the future?”

“Promising you?”

“You’ve promised before, gg, but you didn’t uphold your promise. What else might make an impression on you?”

My eyes involuntarily glanced upward toward the paddles hanging on the hooks. Then my eyes fell on my feet and I knew he’d caught my glance.

“Yes, I think you know what’s coming, gg.”

I bit my lip, twined my fingers, tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry.

“Come to me, gg.”

Taking small, slow steps, I moved closer to the chair. He held me by both arms and looked me in the eye.

“You do know how much you mean to me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Grandpa.” I wasn’t able to hold back the tears any longer and they flowed down my cheeks. “Ohhhhh, Grandpa……..”

Gently, he put me over his lap, lifted my skirt and said, “I like seeing your bum in these new white panties. They fit you very nicely.”

He started to pat my bottom, lightly at first, then harder. Before long, he pushed the panties down to my knees and continued the spanking. The hot sting grew stronger on my bare skin and the same old contradictory emotions rose up in me.

I loved the intimacy, but I hated the pain. He was loving me and hurting me at the same time, I knew that. I wanted him to stop inflicting the pain, but I loved the touch of his hand on my skin. Words could never describe the turmoil going on inside my soul. I deserved every bit of punishment I was receiving, and I knew how much he cared about me, but dang, it hurt.

I squirmed, I twisted, I kicked, I wailed, but his rhythm never varied. Steadily, he continued to wallop my bum until it became a deep burning that wouldn’t stop.

Suddenly, he stood me up and guided me to the padded saw horse. He removed my panties, bent me over and spread my legs, then anchored my ankles and wrists with the bungie cords.

Although I could have gotten away easily, I knew I dare not.

“Look up at me, gg,” he said.

He stood in front of me with the two paddles and the belt in his hands.

“Which of these do you want me to use first?”

My head fell forward as I sobbed. How could I ever say which of those instruments of torture I would prefer? What would happen if I said I would prefer him not to use any of them at all?

“Look at me, gg,” he said again. “You will feel them all this afternoon, but I am giving you a choice on the order in which you feel them. Now stop the blubbering and talk.”

Hiccups from my sobs interrupted my response, but I heard myself say “Leather, Grandpa.”

“Leather what, gg? Paddle or belt?”

“Pa…pad…(sob)…dle.”

“Thank you, my dear. The leather paddle it shall be.”

I would never be able to tell you the pain on top of an already sore and bruised bottom. When he stopped, it was only to put the leather paddle back on the hook and start in with the wooden paddle. He knew I wouldn’t be able to choose between the last two instruments.

I was limp over the improvised spanking bench, but I knew he wasn’t finished. He still had the belt in his hand as he hung up the wooden paddle. He stood in front of me again and held out the belt.

“Kiss it before I continue, gg, and thank me for punishing you.”

I was beyond trying to exercise any control over my behavior. He had made me as pliable as a noodle and I was indeed grateful for his unconditional love – a love that required him to discipline me and punish me as needed. My entire aroused body vibrated with desire for this man, and he knew it.

I accepted the belt, gave myself over to the pain and let it wash over me, relishing the amount of love between us at that moment. I knew what was next as he released the cords, lifted me up and carried me to the chair.

He placed me on his lap, legs straddling his waist. I could barely sit on my beaten bum, but I was too filled with desire for him. I reached for the fly on his trousers.

“Yes, gg,” he whispered, “open the gate to our pleasures.”

He entered me, pulled me onto him until he was deep inside, holding onto my hot and sore cheeks. I vaguely remember asking if he planned to use the other gift items.

“Maybe tomorrow, gg.”

PW - “He who loves much beats hard.” - Polish proverb

 

Grandpa and gg meet again

If you saw the beginning of this fantasy last week, you’ll remember that one of my favorite fantasy roles is that of “gg” with her disciplinarian “Grandpa.” In that fantasy, Grandpa showed up unexpectedly, which was unusual. But when I know he is coming to visit, I make sure that all other obligations are out of the way so we are not distracted.

I live in an off-the-beaten-track rural area with very few cars going past. Not much can be seen from the road, and there are many big trees around to provide more privacy. Grandpa planned a visit this week, which put me into extreme anticipation. Just what would he expect of his little gg this time?

About 20 yards from the back of the house is a large shed. He has often threatened to make that into a bona fide “woodshed” specifically designed for discussing the discipline that he requires and meting out punishment when I have disobeyed.

This week, he decided we should make his fantasy into a reality. He sent a list of things I should accomplish before he arrived. The list alone made me twitchy all week, carrying out his requirements, preparing the equipment he wanted, fixing up the area in the style of a true old-fashioned woodshed, appropriate for naughty girls.

I finished putting it together, becoming more aroused and frightened as the time approached for his arrival. I finished dressing in his requested school girl outfit just as he drove into the driveway. A feeling of panic started at my toes and swept its way to the top of my head, pausing in certain pelvic regions enough to start my juices flowing.

“Hello, gg,” he said. “It’s nice to see you again so soon. I may need to make these visits more regularly. I’m enjoying them way too much.”

“Yes, Grandpa,” I replied. “I like to have you visit me often, and I miss you when you have to be away so much.”

Grandpa took my hand and led me to his car where he showed me all the packages he’d brought with him.

“Here are some gifts for you,” he said. “I think you’re going to like them. I tried to buy toys I knew you would enjoy.”

I helped him carry the packages to the house where he directed me to open them. The first was a bundle of white cotton panties in the perfect size. Although I usually wear fairly sexy bikini panties in pretty colors, I knew his choice of white cotton was to put me more into the mindset of a little girl.

“Take off those panties you have on and put on a pair of these,” he directed.

I started to take them into the bathroom to change, but he stopped me.

“No, gg,” he said sternly, “you can make the change right here. Now hand me the ones you take off and I’ll get rid of them.”

With a trembling hand, I took off my favorite lacy lavender panties and handed them to him. He wadded them up and tossed them into the trash bin, then handed me a pair of the white cotton panties. He helped me pull them up and patted my bottom.

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Now check out another package.”

I don’t need to tell you what sort of feelings were rumbling through my gut as I opened one parcel after another and placed the items on the kitchen table. There was a new leather paddle, a new wooden paddle, a large butt plug, a wide leather belt, a box of enema equipment, a thermometer, and a packet of bungie cords.

I could hardly breathe by the time I finished opening up all the packages, and I couldn’t think of a thing to say.

“Are you going to thank me, gg?”

I nodded, an enormous lump in my throat.

“What do you say, gg?”

I took a deep breath and said, “Th…thank….. Oh, Grandpa! It’s so scary.”

“Yes, dear, I know it is. But you know what a good girl I expect you to be, and I’m not always sure how you are behaving when I’m not here to guide you. These are only for your own benefit.”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“Now, where is the list of naughty things you’ve done since I was here last week?”

I reached into my pocket and brought out a piece of notebook paper where I’d written all the things I knew he would want to know, and slowly handed it to him.

“Hmmm,” was all he said as he read the list through. When he finished, he folded it back up and stuck it in his pocket. “I think this list calls for immediate action. Have you prepared the woodshed appropriately?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

Without saying a word, he gathered the items on the table into a basket, then took me by the upper arm, pulled me back outside and led me down the driveway toward the woodshed. I resisted only slightly because I knew it would do me no good to try and get away.

He opened the door of the woodshed and looked inside. I suddenly saw the entire room in an entirely new light. No longer was it a fantasy, but a place where something awful was going to happen.

There was the obligatory straight chair sitting in the middle of the floor, of course – the one where he would sit and scold me while I stand before him in humiliation, before he pulls me over his lap. There was a saw horse with a large pillow tied on the top, where I could be bent over to receive a paddling.

There were several large hooks on the walls, as he had requested. I didn’t understand why he would want those, but now I knew. One by one, he removed the gift items from the basket and hung them on the wall. What an ominous sight! My chest hurt as I attempted to keep breathing.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his movements as he hung the leather and wooden paddles up on hooks. He placed the butt plug, thermometer, and box of enema equipment on a shelf below the hooks, hung the leather belt on yet another hook. As he stood back and surveyed the room, he smiled.

“Yes, gg,” he said. “This will make a wonderful woodshed for your future disciplines, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“Now about that list,” he said, sitting down on the chair. “I think you have some explaining to do, so come stand before me and start talking.”

I knew the list from memory, had agonized over every word I’d written, and wondered how I could explain my actions. Now, standing before him, I realized that there was no excuse for any of my behaviors, as justified as I’d thought they were at the time. Nothing I could say would be enough to ward off the inevitable.

(to be continued tomorrow)

Gratitude Tuesday – The Letter “G”

Each letter seems to bring up more and more. Thank you again, Grace and AG, for turning me onto this! It really does make me think.

Mr. G – I start out with this because he is my Very Significant Other. I’ve never had a VSO quite like this man, and I hope our lives together will continue to get better and stronger.

GG – This is my made-up fantasy girl. She is the one I become in my fantasies more than any other. I’m so grateful for her in my life! This past Saturday, in my “fantasy weekend” post, I let others know about her, too. She is ageless.

Grandpa – And this man is also in my fantasy life. He is real, and he does play the role of my Grandpa in real life, but he’s also my fantasy man. We do fantasize together often, and I’m grateful for him in my life.

Google – It is through Google that I found so many people of like mind, and continue to find all sorts of luscious things to read about and drool over.

Gandalf – He is the wizard that comes into my fantasies sometimes. I love older men, especially with long gray beards and that magical quality they have that simply transcends time.

Good food – I try to keep my slim figure, but there are so many wonderful foods, all good, and many beginning with G.

Gooseberries – This is sort of an old-fashioned fruit. My great-grandmother used to grow them and make the most delicious gooseberry pies.

Granola – Back in my hippie trippy days, I made loads of granola. I still love it.

Gravy – Seems like there’s a lot of food in this grateful Tuesday! LOL But I love gravy on biscuits, on pork chops, on baked potatoes and rice.

Greens – More food! I grow all sorts of greens and I love cooking up a mess with pork, onion, hot sauce.

Gardening – I grow more than greens in my garden. I love gardening with a passion, almost as much as I love being kinky!

Garlic – What would we do without garlic to flavor our foods?

Grapes - Grapes to munch, grapes to make wine.

Gazpacho – It never quite tastes the same, but a good cold gazpacho on a hot day can be quite superb.

Girls – I have two daughters and they are totally wonderful! And I’m a girl, and I like myself.

Guys – Oh my! The kinkier they are, the better I like ‘em!

Ginger – I like eating it, cooking with it, and uh…playing with it (giggle).

Giggles – I love being able to laugh at myself most of the time, to laugh with friends, and to see the humor in kinky sex.

Gypsies – I’ve been a bit of a gypsy most of my life.

Guitar –I’m so grateful for a musical ability that allows me to play an instrument that I’ve enjoyed for many years, both classical and folk.

Good Genes – I am grateful for hardy ancestors.

Gifts – The simpler the gift, the more meaningful it seems to me, the more thoughtful.

Green living – It’s fun to take myself back to the earth, to living ecologically, to being aware of what we do to our planet and the universe.

Glitz – On the other hand, I love shiny and shimmery things that sparkle. Go figure!

Green - For St. Patrick's Day!

Grace – I am grateful for “grace” in all its forms – persons, style, forgiveness, ease, a way of walking through this world.

And finally, I'm Grateful for the ability to express my Gratitude!

PW - Ginger – the gift that keeps on giving

A Weekend Fantasy

There is a certain long time friend in my life who knows me better than anyone, and knows how to push my libido buttons. When he called to chat with me today, we talked about general things like the weather, health, and similar boring topics. We both knew what we wanted to talk about, so we quickly moved in that direction.

He has always been my “Grandpa” and I play the role of his little “gg.” He reminds me how naughty I have been, spelling out each of my bad behaviors since we last spoke. My big toe twitches in the carpet as he lectures, I twist the hem of my skirt, knowing what is about to come. I can hardly sit still as his voice grows more stern with each sentence.

As each misconduct is relayed to me in detail, he knows what it is doing to me. He knows what I need from him and he knows how my head will begin to spin out of control soon. He loves knowing all of that, so he continues.

With each item on his list, I am to respond, “Yes, Grandpa, that is what I did, and I am sorry.”

“Will you do it again, gg?” he asks.

“No, Grandpa, I promise not to do it again.”

And he continues on down his list. It seems like the list will never end, and I’m surprised that he knew all the things I’d done, no matter how much I tried to hide it.

My doorbell rings, but it’s not the right time for my phone conversation to be interrupted. I carefully peek out the curtains, and there stands my “Grandpa,” talking to me on his cell phone. I forget to breathe as I muster up my courage and open the door to him.

He doesn’t smile, doesn’t take me in his arms like he usually does, and he doesn’t even turn off his cell. He motions me back to the phone and continues our conversation. So now I’m talking to him on the phone while he sits comfortably on my couch, watching me intently.

“Yes, gg, I can now see what you are doing and I will know for a fact that you are not just saying these things to me, thinking I cannot see you.”

I don’t know what to say to him. I just keep staring at the phone in my hand, wondering how this will play out.

“I want you to go change clothes, gg,” he tells me. “Put on your little school girl outfit.”

He waits as I do as I am told.

“Now go back to your desk with your phone while I continue the list of your offenses.”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

Oh, this is so hard! I wish this conversation was taking place only on the phone, but he’ll have none of that. On the phone, he wouldn’t know if I had dressed like a school girl or not. He wouldn’t know if I actually took off my panties for a spanking or not. He wouldn’t know if I was really crying or not when he spanked me. This was too real!

I pretend not to know he is watching me. It becomes easier. I try not to wiggle in my chair as he talks, but I can’t help it.

“Why are you wiggling, gg?” he asks.

“Because I…” There is no way I can explain to him that I am turned on beyond belief, that the anticipation of a real spanking is too great, that his voice is so erotic and I am more aroused than I’ve been in ages.

“Yes, gg?”

I start to cry. I want to finger myself, but I dare not. I squirm.

“Hang up the phone, gg, and come stand before me,” he says as he clicks off his cell.

I’m not sure if I’m relieved or if I am more frightened.

“Lift up your skirt, gg.”

I slowly pull up the front of my skirt.

“Push down your panties, gg.”

Tears are streaming down my face as I push down my panties.

“Spread your legs, gg.”

And as I do as he commanded, he pushes a dry finger inside my shaved pussy.

“Is that why you were wiggling, gg? Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes, Grandpa,” I say through my tears.

He removes his finger, jerks my arm toward him and pulls me over his lap, pushing my panties down to my ankles. Now begins the real spanking – it is no longer a phone fantasy with him. Hard and harder, fast and faster. I’m kicking my feet, but he holds me tightly onto his lap.

Suddenly, he stops, stands me up and forces me to waddle over to the corner. He tucks my skirt into my waistband and pushes my nose to the wall, and walks away.

I have no idea how long I am there, my bottom stinging, my tears finally drying on my cheeks, the cool air blowing across my bum and legs. I grow drowsy.

At last, his hand wraps around my wrist and he guides me to one of the dining room chairs. He pushes me into a kneeling position on the seat and bends me over the back of the chair. He rubs the leather paddle across my sore bum before starting in with some good smacks, softly explaining how naughty I was to let him put his finger inside my pussy.

“That isn’t something little girls should do, gg,” he says. “You know better than that.”

I can only try to nod my head.

“Would you let just any man come in this house and do that?”

“N…n….no,” I tried to say.

I hear his zipper going down, feel him enter me from the rear. The heat of my bottom and the hardness of him inside of me takes me over the edge as we both erupt.

And so the weekend continues in this vein. Over the next few days I experienced his belt (for acting like a common slut), a switch (for letting a “strange” man into the house), pieces of ginger strategically placed (to make me think twice about being bad), and so much more.

By the time Monday morning came, he seemed temporarily satisfied that I had received adequate punishment and he promised to keep a better eye on my behavior from now on.

As he left to return to his home, he hugged me and said, “I love you, gg, and I love being your disciplinarian. We’ll always be best of friends.”

I hated to see him leave, but I knew he would call me as soon as he got home with some new strategy for correcting my behavior.

PW – Bare bottom spanking is a show of love.

Once Upon A Time . . .

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. You know which one she was. She was the one with the curl in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good, she was very very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid!

How many of us remember that nursery rhyme? Because I was a little girl with lots of curls always hanging down in her eyes, that little ditty was said to me over and over by anyone who saw me. Little did they know what was going on in my head!

Now that I’m an adult, I recall that same rhyme and wonder if that little girl in the poem ever got the hard spanking she obviously deserved? No one ever told me what happened when she was “horrid.” Did she get away with being bad? We can all imagine what must have happened, but we were never told. It just carried a threat.

Sometimes, I like to pretend that I’m that little girl. I want to be bad, I want to be horrid enough to get a sound whipping from someone who can deliver. But it seems like I have “being good” too deeply engrained in me. I don’t think I’d know how to be a “brat,” no matter how hard I tried.

Nevertheless, I can dream, can’t I? I can fantasize about being so naughty that I’m disciplined right there in front of everyone. I can dream about having someone who cares enough about my behavior to take me in hand, keep me in line, and give me the discipline and punishment I crave.

I can pretend, but it’s not enough.

I know I should ask for what I need, but that’s so damned hard! I want it to be spontaneous, to come unexpectedly, to not see it coming. Oh, the thrill of that!

But I also need to have that feeling of anticipation, of knowing what’s coming, of having to wait until the appropriate moment when I’m taken over a knee, panties lowered, and given a hard spanking.

He will be here next week, and says he has more plans. Last visit was a new beginning and it was very good. My “gratitude Tuesday” will include him!

PW – The sweetest words to hear are these - "You are going to get a spanking when we get home, young lady!"

Grateful Tuesday - The Letter "F"

Oh boy! This could prove to be a Fantastic letter! There are many things for which I am grateful, but the first few are my Favorites.

Fantasy – If it wasn’t for this, I probably wouldn’t even go near the second one.

Fucking – Yep! It’s right up there near the top of the list.

Figging – If you haven’t tried it, don’t knock it!

Feathers – And everything they can be used for – quills, tickling, decorating, fashion.

Farming – Feathers remind me that I have wonderful hens that provide me with beautiful and fresh eggs every day. I have friends who come get the feathers to use for earrings.

February – I’m grateful for February because it’s a short month and sends signals that Spring is coming soon!

Fathers – I was very close to mine, and I think Fathers are often underrated.

Family – I love my kids, and their kids! They get me through a lot of life’s traumas.

Friends – I am so grateful for my friends – especially when they don’t give up on me.

Fans – There are fans who keep me going, who send me fan letters, who make up my fan club. And there are the antique fans I collect. One is carved ivory, one comes from a Geisha in Japan, one is black lace, one is from China during WW II, and on and on. I also love the old paper fans we used in rural churches as a kid.

Flowers – I blog about gardening (you’d never guess which one!) and flowers are in my heart and soul.

Fuchsia – There is the flower with its sexy hanging blooms, and there is the color fuchsia that makes me feel extra sexy when I wear it.

Faces – Each one is different and attractive in its own way. I love examining a face up close. Feet – I’m so grateful for my feet! They take me wherever I need to go, hold me upright, and I love my painted toenails.

Fabrics – I could get lost in a fabric store, feeling the textures, seeing the colors, envisioning what can be done with them.

Foodnetwork – one of the few TV channels I ever watch, but when I do, I love it! Fables – I write fables to use with my clients and students. They help us to see issues inside that might stay hidden otherwise.

Fireplaces – I don’t have one now, and I really miss it. There is nothing like making love in front of a low Flame sending out warmth, or snuggling up by one with a good book.

Fish and chips – Oh my! Do I need to say anything else? There’s nothing like going to a pub in England, holding a platter in your hands with the fish sticking out over each end of the newspaper, and sprinkling it with malt vinegar.

Fishing – Speaking of “fish and chips,” I just love fishing, period. Love to feel that tug on the end of my line.

Fly fishing – Of course, one of my favorite ways to fish is with a fly rod. Even a small fish feels like it’s fifty pounds when it hits your fly.

Festivals and Faires – Don’t you just love the Renaissance Faires and Festivals?

Falafel – I’ve eaten some of the best on the streets of Jerusalem, stuffed into a large pita along with French fries, lettuce and tomato (believe it or not)!

Flutes – One of my favorite instruments in an orchestra or band.

French Horn – This is my very favorite instrument in an orchestra or band. I played this instrument starting in third grade and all the way through college. Later, I joined community bands to play.

Flamingos – They are so cute they look fake. They are an icon of Florida.

Florida – I’ve lived there, my brother lives there now, and not everyone there is a member of the blue-rinse crowd!

Faith – This carries me through whatever I face.

France – I’ve never been there, but I want to go. French was the first language I learned in school, and after that, I spoke all other languages I learned with a French accent! Maybe one day I’ll get there.

Flavor – I am so grateful for the difference in flavor of music, food, style, art, everything.

Fool – I usually have a hard time putting up with fools, but the Fool in the Tarot is inspiring. That Fool is the one who fears nothing, moves forward, tries anything, and is up for adventure.

Flesh – I love the feel of flesh next to me when I go to sleep at night.

Fog – Fog can be scary when you’re out on the ocean in a sailboat and can’t see if you’re going to hit the shoreline, but the sound of a Foghorn makes my stomach quiver, the sight of fog when I’m safe on shore is soothing in many ways.

Funny – I am so grateful I can laugh at myself when life turns funny on me.

Fruit – I love all fruit!

Four-letter words – I’m giggling at this one, because I use them all when appropriate, and I even am grateful for words like “love” or “work!”

Free – “Free” is nice to find in this economy.

Future – Gratitude for the future because if we didn’t have a future to look forward to, life would be dreadful.

Grateful Tuesday - The Letter "E"

I didn’t think I’d be able to think of anything beginning with “E,” but suddenly the words started to come.

Envelopes – I especially am grateful when the ones without the little cellophane windows don’t outnumber the other envelopes! I do love getting hand-addressed envelopes because it usually indicates that they came from someone I know and love.

Encyclopedias – This goes along with my “dictionary” from last week in the letter D. I like learning and encyclopedias are so educational! LOL I had a friend eons ago who always carried one in his briefcase to read when he had a few extra moments.

Energy – Something I normally have plenty of, except when I’m sick! It helps me to get through a long day.

Eyes – Mine need glasses to see and I’ve had two successful cataract operations. If my eyes fail me, I’m in a desperate situation.

Ears – I can’t forget my ears, even though they don’t really work as well as they used to. It’s one of the hazards of being over 40! LOL

Etudes – These studious little numbers give my fingers exercise at the piano.

Exercise – The etudes reminded me of other forms of exercise, too – like walking and working in my garden.

Eggplant – I know not everyone loves them, but I adore them however they are prepared –in a Mediterranean dish I make with olive oil, onions, and tomatoes, and also as baba ganoush with fresh pita, or simply sliced and coated with cornmeal before frying.

Easter – This is a joyous time of year, reminds me of getting a new dress every year, specifically made for Easter Sunday and the Easter Bonnet Parades.

England – Oh, how I love walking the streets of London, or driving through the Cotswolds, visiting the historic places.

Eating – This wouldn’t be complete without mentioning one of my favorite activities. I’ve always had to watch my weight, not because I eat junk food, but I like too much of the healthy stuff!

Elves – Sometimes I swear I can see them dancing around in joyful anticipation of what I’m going to do next. They don’t trust me a whole lot, so they don’t show themselves often.

Eagles – When I lived in Alaska, we had some of the most regal birds flying around us. Even in Arizona, an eagle landed on a branch outside my home office window next to a brilliant red cardinal. Took my breath away!

Elk – The stately elk is another creature that we saw in Alaska. My husband at the time went elk hunting, not as sport, but to feed our family for the year.

Earth – This is my favorite planet on which to spend my life. It’s the only one we have, so we need to take good care of our Mother.

Earrings – I don’t feel dressed when I forget to put on earrings in the morning. It simply “makes” the outfit! And I like big dangling ones – none of those tiny little things for me, except in the extra piercings up my ear.

ESP – I’m not sure any of us have it, but don’t you sometimes wonder?

Erotica – Yeah, who would have thought?? LOL

Enthusiasm – This is a great word and comes from two Greek words – en meaning “with” and theos meaning God. Have you ever been accused of being too enthusiastic

Education – That’s the profession I’m committed to. No matter what ills or evils walk this planet, most could be cured with more education.

Erasers – How could we live without these?? They come right up there with the “delete” button I mentioned last week. Do you remember those pink rectangles we each had in school?

Erection – Can’t forget that! (giggle) Maybe it should have been first on my list, but I write these as I think of them.

Egg Foo Yong – A wonderful reason for going to a Chinese restaurant.

Electricity – There are times when I would love to go back to oil lamps, but who could really give it up entirely these days? Many of my neighbors have solar energy, and I’m planning on installing it before long.

Elegance – There’s something about a touch of elegance no matter what you are doing or wearing or pretending.

Elizabethan Era – Perhaps this goes along with my love of anything English. I’m a true Anglophile, but I particularly love Shakespeare and Elizabethan dress.

Environment – Something else we need to take good care of.

Empathy – This needs to be strong among those of us who love being over a lap, because we are the only ones who really understand each other.

Great Week!

Well, he promised and he delivered!

It started early in the week after he got here, and it was just what we both needed. The wait was worth it!

I’ve been sick most of this week, so I’m not writing much. Just wanted you guys to know I got soundly spanked this week! (giggle)

PW - Bare-Bottom Spanking is Love

Grateful Tuesday – The Letter “D”

Well, I’m getting into this Gratitude Alphabet late, but D is a good letter for a beginning. Thanks to Andrade’s Girl who guided me to Grace who began this whole thing! We all have so much to be grateful for – and here is my list, in absolutely no particular order.

Daddy – I was always close to him from the earliest I can remember, and even though he’s been dead now for forty years, I still think of him often. He would have been 100 years old this summer.

Dolls – They were made just for “little girls” to play with an love.

Dell Computers – Without my laptop that goes everywhere with me, how could all this wonderful blogging take place?

Desk – Even as messy as it is, it’s my mess! I love every single pile of papers, every plugged in electronic, every pile of pens, and even my to-do pile.

Down comforter – It’s not too heavy, not too light, it’s just right!

Digital camera – It records my life and enables me to produce my “real life” blog.

Diet – I love to eat, and finding the right diet that would enable me to eat and still keep the weight off was a challenge. I did it!

Dogs – I don’t have one because I’m never home and I don’t have a fence, but I love big dogs with a deep bark. When I can, I’ll get a big dog, maybe a Dane or Mastiff!

Dentist – Yes, I love my dentist! He takes good care of my teeth, gives me an orchid spray every time I go in, and he never fusses at me.

Diary – I would miss too many appointments if I didn’t have my diary handy. I have one on my pda, one on my laptop, and one in a zippered binder that I actually write in with a pen! (Remember pens??) LOL I also use my diary to tell about things that have already taken place, my thoughts about them, and sometimes I add pictures.

Daisies – They say “spring” to me!

Diapers – Not the disposable kind, but the soft old-fashioned kind made of cloth that you had to pin on with cute diaper pins.

Dill – I love the scent of dill, and everything that can be made of dill, like pickles.

Drawing – A piece of charcoal or a soft pencil can be tucked in my pocket and taken with me. No camera that suddenly loses its charge is required to help with my memory of a special occasion.

Dates – I like both the kind you eat and the kind you go on with your honey! I believe that the longer someone is in your life, the more you need to remember to go on dates, and maybe feed them a date milkshake!

Doilies – I have a collection that were crocheted by my great-grandmother. They are beautiful, intricate and very special.

Dildos – Dare I mention these? They do come in handy when my honey can’t be home!

Dancing – I’m not a very good dancer, but I used to love square dancing, twirling and showing my petticoat and ruffled pantaloons. I remember one time that we square danced 24-hours straight! Wore through a couple pairs of slippers!

DVDs – I’m not much of a TV watcher, but I do love watching old classics as well as some of the newer movies I missed. They are handy to have around when you can’t sleep at night and you don’t have someone to snuggle up against.

Delete button – Don’t you wish there was a “delete” on some of the more undesirable aspects of our lives? Many of our mistakes could be handled with expediency!

Discipline – Not just any discipline, of course, but one primary one – spanking!

Daytime – As long as it is daylight, I don’t get too morose. But by evening time, I start to get lonely, anxious, depressed and in the doldrums (not two Ds I’m grateful for!)

Dreams – Dreams are wonderful. As a therapist, I do a lot of dream work and they are so revealing.

Dialogue – It’s a primary way to communicate with another person, especially if we are truly listening to what that other person is saying and responding empathetically.

Dictionary – I love to look up words to find their meanings and their origins. It’s a constant resource for education.

December – The month of December brings joyful holidays and a break from teaching. It signifies the end of a year and the anticipation of a new one coming soon.

Dried peas and beans – So many delicious meals come from such lowly edibles.

Dom – Oh, how I love my Dominant lover! He is the light of my life, my guide in many ways, and we are a perfect match.

Dessert – After a meal, I need a little sweet something to finish off. After a spanking, the dessert is good sex.

Desert – I lived in the Arizona desert for many years, now by the ocean. There is something very similar between the two – the vastness, the hidden life, a sense of awe, a salty smell.

Diva – I love music and consider myself to be moderately talented, but to be a Diva would be sublime!

Daughters – I have two of them! Absolutely delightful, delicious, darling grown daughters! How I would ever survive without them in my life, I’ll never know.

iDish – I get a wide range of music, British mysteries and comedies, cooking shows, and a smattering of news when I’m in the mood. Much of my work is at home, and mostly my Dish stays turned off, but occasionally it’s good background noise.

Derrieres – You can call them all sorts of things, but they are so much fun to pinch, watch, and spank (although I am always on the receiving end).

PW - 'Kinky' is a relative concept.

Little Georgie

Today is supposed to be George Washington’s birthday, only it isn’t! I read somewhere that because of switching between the Julian and Gregorian calendars, all the dates got messed with. Anyway, we still think of February 22 as his birthday and I guess we always will, especially those of us who are old enough to remember getting that day off from school.

Combining my thoughts about George Washington with my constant thoughts about spanking, I began to wonder if he got spanked for cutting down his father’s prized cherry tree? I know he is supposed to have been praised because he was honest about it, but I can’t imagine any parent of his day letting that go.

That took my thoughts to other fantasies and I began to wonder how many presidents either spanked their spouse or vice versa? Interesting thought, isn’t it? I love thinking about how it would feel to be over the lap of some of them. There are a few who were rather good candidates for being a spanker.

Todd and Suzy over at A.S.S. have a “Should Be Spanker” contest going on and their Week #3 category is “politicians.” That contest should be fun, and while that’s going on, I’m just having way too much fun imagining myself over the laps of our own forty-four presidents, past and present.

Because I have always loved older men, it hasn’t been difficult to imagine myself over any one of their laps. I especially like to think of those old guys with their beards and top hats, still dressed in their wool suits as they pull me over the knee.

Of course, I imagine myself in the dress of the day, so that it’s ruffled pantaloons that are being pushed down to provide the best surface for their smacks. Sometimes the wives are there to witness my shame and disgrace, or to even hold onto my feet so I don’t kick too much.

I haven’t quite figured out my role with them, but given my love of the “Daddy/little girl” scenario, I am probably one of their children or grandchildren who has spilled the milk at table, or sassed the hired help.

I love my mental images of life in olden days, when spanking your family members (old and young) was considered not only appropriate, but necessary, in order to maintain a balanced household.

I won’t mention the names of any specific presidents, but just start with #1 and think your way through all of them, right down to the current White House occupant and imagine the Purple Woman over their laps. Or better yet, imagine yourself there! Isn’t it fun to be naughty?

Happy Birthday, Georgie Porgie, puddin’ ‘n’ pie…who spanked the girls and made them cry…!

PW - “A gentleman is someone who raises his hat before he beats his wife.”- British joke (ca. 1920)

Right here? In public??

One of my strongest fantasies, yet one I [don’t think] I would ever do. Yet it comes into play no matter which fantasy I let myself wander into at the time.

For instance, yesterday I mentioned being the “little girl” with her Daddy as one of my favorite fantasies. The public spanking fantasy would go something like this...

Daddy takes me to the mall, promising to buy me a doll if I do as I’m told, don’t make a fuss, and show him I can act like a little lady. After a while, however, I have to go potty and he tells me to wait until he has finished his purchase. I can’t wait, and of course, you know what happens!

When Daddy realizes what I’ve done, he takes me to a park bench in the middle of the mall, puts me over his knee, pulls down my wet panties, and proceeds to spank me right there in public. Then he puts diapers on me like a baby, because “you act like a baby.”

There are many variations to this scenario, but they always end up in a public spanking when I am in the mindset of a little girl.

When I get into my “submissive housewife” fantasy, the public spanking scene would be a bit different. Usually (in my fantasy), it takes place in our own home when we have invited guests for a big dinner. During dinner, either something wasn’t cooked just right for the Head of Household, or I say something he considers inappropriate.

At this point, it can go several different directions. One way is that he orders me into an adjoining room where I am taken over his knee, panties lowered, and given a righteous spanking. My cries and the spanks are heard by our guests, of course. I am then led with tear-streaked face and sore bottom, back to the table to continue the meal.

Another direction is that the HoH scoots his chair back, motions to his lap, and I put myself over it. He explains the offense to our guests, and right there in front of them, my panties are pulled down and I am soundly spanked. Generally this concludes with my skirt being tucked up so the red bottom shows and I am allowed to continue serving our guests.

My post from Tuesday described a public spanking I received for real, but there was no one else around to watch it. One other time, I was spanked in front of another couple, but the other man was spanking his partner at the same time, so that doesn’t really count, either.

I intend to let my public spankings remain mere fantasies, because I don’t want either of us to end up in jail! But these are wonderfully erotic and arousing fantasies!

Anyone else have public spanking fantasies?

PW - “Women, by nature, want to be dominated.”- Jayne Mansfield, actress (1933-1967)

Question For All Spankos

When I refer to “spankos,” of course, I mean both spanker and spankee, because both sides of that combo will have thoughts on this topic.

Some spankos spank as foreplay, some as discipline. All seem to engage in it because they desire it. Some do it just for fun and giggles, others are quite serious about the activity and allow no laughter. For almost all, there is an element of arousal.

My question is this…

Do you prefer to engage in some sort of role play or age play, and if so, do you dress the part each time? Or is it always strictly an adult-to-adult activity? And is it only the spankee who enters into fantasyland?

Hmmm…that became four questions, didn’t it? LOL

This inquiry comes as a result of my deep thinking in yesterday’s post. When I am spanked, it’s because we both become aroused, but for him, it is foreplay only. In this case, he has the expectation that it is adult-to-adult. And sometimes that’s okay with me.

Most occasions, however, take me to a place in my head where I am a naughty little girl. I know this is fairly common, even when the spanker (which is the case with us) doesn’t like to get into any of my fantasies. One reason he is hesitant to spank very often is because he thinks of it as spousal abuse, while I have absolutely NO notion of it being that from him.

Therefore it becomes mostly fantasy for me when I am spanked. I become the “naughty little girl,” and I am totally lost in the fantasy. The age range varies for me from a young toddler still in diapers to older teen who has been out too late. Sometimes I wonder if it’s the spanking that gets me off or the fantasy?

Other times, my head trip goes toward being a very submissive “housewife” who is punished for the slightest misdeed. This could range from a meal that wasn’t prepared just right, to disobeying, to not having the house picked up when the Head of Household comes home at night.

I have seen a drawing of a woman tied to the mast of an old sailing vessel and she is being severely flogged by a young sailor. Sometimes my head goes there, and even as I write this, it brings a tingle and a quiver.

In my “pro role” discussed yesterday, I understand how common fantasies are, but I’d like to hear more from my readers. I guess I need to know I’m not alone in my fantasies, and I’m curious to know how the other spankos approach this thing we do!

PW - “Beat your wife on the wedding day, and your married life will be happy.”- Japanese proverb

Pro-Am Race

When I was a sailor and living on my boat, my yacht club sponsored a pro-am race several times a year. This meant that the amateurs and professionals competed together, an equitable arrangement, and loads of fun.

Today, years after leaving the womb of my boat, I think I am a pro-am combination. Oh, I don’t race anymore, but I live a life of both a professional and an amateur.

Professionally, I have a high profile position and I am highly degreed. One would never ever guess there is an amateur that lies beneath the surface, just popping her head out from time to time.

What does that mean?

Well, I’m not sure, except that I am both a professional woman and a woman who has serious sexual fantasies that occasionally are acted out. Even while I am in my pro role, my thoughts are buzzing around what could be done sexually in almost every situation I encounter. It’s not that I have two facets to my personality, because there is really only one personality.

I’m not sure if that makes sense to anyone else, but who I am sexually is tightly wound up in who I am professionally. There is no other way to put it, although I might say it comes close to being the oriental concept of “body/mind/spirit” connection – and maybe that’s what it is, after all.

One part of me cannot be dissected out from the rest of me. Perhaps even my pro role would be vastly different if the sexual role were taken out. Both roles are seen through the same set of eyes – and acted out by the same body.

For some reason, I think this may be easier for the male gender of our species, but I’m not sure. Probably the men in our spanko-community can enlighten me. Still, as a woman, I think I am expected to stay in one role or the other by the general public.

But women have always had to cover multiple roles, haven’t we? I’ve been all of those roles, still many of them, and I’m proud of every single one.

PW – A feminist who chooses to submit.

 

Geronimo - RIP

This is a true story, and even now, almost twenty years later, I can remember it as plain as the day it happened.

I lived in Tucson, less than an hour away from the old Wild West town of Tombstone. I have a dear friend who lives in St. Pete, FL who is an avid fan of anything to do with Tombstone. I think he can quote every single word of the Earp trial. He came to spend several days with me and we spent them in Tombstone, of course!

The first day, we drove to see the monument dedicated to Geronimo’s Last Stand just outside of Tombstone. It is in a very remote and secluded part of the desert, and probably no more than half a dozen people visit it in a year’s time.

We pulled up to the monument, parked and walked around it a few times, took pictures, and discussed the history about that occasion. Then my friend sat on the foundation of the monument, pulled me over his lap, pushed down my jeans and panties, and proceeded to spank me hard – right there in front of God, Geronimo, and the cacti!

When we got back to the motel, he continued. And for the entire three days of our Tombstone visit, when we weren’t investigating the village and reliving the “gunfight at OK corral,” I spent most of my time over his lap. My bottom was purple by the time he left, and I loved every single spot of bruising.

That man is still a friend today, and completely by coincidence, he wrote an email just yesterday remembering those days in Tombstone. It was my initiation into adult spanking, something I’d been fantasizing about for years. So I have my friend to thank for making that fantasy a reality.

Geronimo died on February 17, 1909 – 100 years ago today. This little “I remember a time…” is in dedication to him. I like to think he was looking down on us by his monument on that day, and that he would have approved.

PW - “He who loves much beats hard.” Polish proverb

 

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

I send you my upside down heart
nicely spanked & bright red with
hopes that each of you will
get what you deserve
on this special
V-Day

!!

Maybe next time!

Well, it didn't happen this past week, but we did discuss it. I gave him the coupons (thanks, Dante!) and he appreciated them a lot (he said).

But he has some serious knee surgery coming up and it tires him out way too much to even have me over his lap. He definitely can't stand on his leg long enough to do any spanking. So once we talked, I knew it wasn't because there was no interest.

He had assumed I understood about his knee, and while I did understand his pain, I didn't relate it to my need not being met. Funny how much like a petulant child we can become, isn't it?

I think I'll receive some heavy duty reminders of this after his surgery is over and he is healed! The important thing now is to get the knee replaced and for him to learn how to walk again before we can get back to business.

In the meantime, I'll revert to my fantasies. When deprived of the actual event, I tend to get very prolific in my fantasy writing! :)

Thanks for listening to me - and watch for a good fantasy or two - or more!

PW - “Love well, whip well.” (Benjamin Franklin: Poor Richard)

Anticipation!

The long wait is almost over! Well, it hasn’t been that long, but two weeks is still a long time! My lover gets to come home on Monday morning for the week.

In the past, I’ve given hints, sent articles, chatted with him online about many aspects of the spanking life for us. Sometimes he gets around to it, but most times he doesn’t.

This time, I’ve decided not to mention it at all, and over the past two weeks he’s been away, I haven’t mentioned it or given any indication that I need it. It will be interesting to see if he comes up with a session all on his own - or if he will think I've finally given up on it.

I was too disappointed last time to even have much hope for this next trip, but the old saying that “hope springs eternal” is appropriate here. I have to admit that I’ve been a bit down about it all – worrying that I’m the one with the problem and that we have a great relationship that I’m screwing up with my “need.”

Part of the problem for us is that there is always so much work to be done to catch up on what we didn’t accomplish last time. I do a lot of it between times, but I never get it all done, and certainly not the work that requires his heavy lifting ability or that the two of us need to do together. Farm work is always beckoning!

Of course (giggle), farm work also involves a lot of equipment that makes for excellent spanking devices. Now, if I can just get his mind off one use and onto another . . .

I’m afraid he thinks I’m just being silly about this most of the time. Any suggestions on how to let him know I’m really serious about this and not just being coy?

Okay – it’s time to go feed my chickens!

PW - Spanking - the complete woman’s stress reliever

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

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Gratitude for Fantasies!

I love to write fantasies, I love to read the fantasies of others, and I love to act them out, whether with my lover or alone. Acting out a fantasy alone can be better than the real thing sometimes, especially when the other person involved may not have the same concept as the scene being acted out in my brain.

One of my favorite fantasies has always been to role-play Daddy/little girl scenes. This has nothing to do with real children, of course, but with a mental fantasy trip back to the time when I had no responsibilities, when Daddy took care of all my problems, made me accountable, and loved me unconditionally.

It is so easy for me to get into the mind-set of a little girl, loving her Daddy more than life itself, knowing I’ve disappointed him, knowing he will put me over his lap and take down my panties, always saying it would hurt him more than me, anticipating that most intimate of touches – a spanking.

As I write that, I can feel an orgasm building, which helps to prove how much of what we desire is mental. And as I write, the gut churning, vagina tingling, anus puckering, rapid breathing, muscle twitching takes over, and before I know it, I’ll be over the edge – at least once.

Listening to a recording of Andrea Bocelli as I write doesn’t hurt the fantasy setting, especially “Go Where Love Goes,” the duet he sings with Holly Stell. At the time he recorded this with her (about 4 or 5 years ago) she was an 11-year-old prodigy vocalist. All sorts of fantasies stimulate my mind.

So today, the air is filled with rain, my heart with joy for my lover’s visit last week, anticipation for his next visit in two weeks, and that overwhelming desire to be over his lap like a little girl. He doesn’t like that image at all, so I simply go there in my head.

Is it enough?

Purple Woman - "A woman is never too old to be spanked by someone who loves her."

Still Waiting!

It was wonderful just to have him here for four days, but he was still a bit under the weather. He made some promises, but never followed through. He’ll be back in a couple of weeks and we’ll try again.

I started this with the intent to describe my feelings around spanking, but I’m not sure how to express disappointment. Like many of you, I have a love/hate relationship with a hard spanking, and yet something is definitely missing in my life when I don’t get one. The discouragement builds up to the point where I’m a dam just waiting to burst.

It’s too easy to pretend it doesn’t matter, isn’t it? What is there about such a child-like act that appeals to so many of us adult women (and some men)?

Still, I am more concerned about his health than about my own needs, so I can just hope he is healed in another two weeks so we can move forward. I think he keeps hoping I’ll get over it. There is no getting over this, I’m afraid – so I just ignore it.

Purple Woman - the sweetest words in the world can be "You are going to get a spanking when we get home, young lady!"

Preparation

Ever since New Year’s Day I’ve been busy getting ready for my honey’s visit next week. He’s been sick, so I don’t know if we’ll do much playing or not. How do you handle it when the response from your S.O. is less than enthusiastic about your needs?

Sometimes I feel like just letting it go. Whether or not we have a spanking relationship is not as important as his presence, but it would be wonderful to have it all, wouldn’t it?

I won’t let it go.

Purple Woman - "Capture my mind, own my body"