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
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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)
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)
Friday, February 20, 2009
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)
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)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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
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
Friday, February 13, 2009
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
!!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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)
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)
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