NaNoWriMo - WON!

I actually finished around 52,000 words by the end of week 3, so I was happy girl!

My story is of a conservative theology professor in an ultra-conservative college. He has a public debate with a liberal Feminist theologian, and of course sparks fly - and not the good kind!

Their story follows a circuitous path, and she ultimately ends up being married to him as a submissive wife who gets spanked regularly. She had a hard time reconciling it with her feminism, but realizes that as a feminist, she can choose how she wants to be in relationship.

They become involved with another couple who are in the same kind of relationship (a female Protestant minister and a police chief), and they ultimately buy property together (about ten acres) so that they are legally bound in a four-way marriage of sorts.

In the process of all this happening, the four of them end up in Druidism and Pagan rituals, finding it more to their theological mindsets.

Lots of spanking goes on among the four people, and eventually others are added to their Druid Grove, all with the same ideas about Domestic Discipline.

Fun and games for all, and many sore bums are seen around the acreage!

PW

"Up with feminism, down with panties"

NaNoWriMo

I take part in this every year, and write enough words to be considered a "winner!"

Here is my problem - I start out a novel with a nice "normal" outline, and somewhere along the line, it simply gets into spanking, or domestic discipline, or some variation that involves kinky, but highly desirable behavior.

I give up! That kind of book must be what I am destined to write. I have honestly tried to write something different that I wouldn't be embarrassed for my children to know I wrote, but it just isn't going to happen.

In every situation I write about, I can see the female main character being submissive to the male character, almost always ending up over his lap for a sound spanking, or any number of other kinky scenarios.

I have started writing under a pen name (not the one I use for this blog), and publishers have shown an interest. There must be a market for my kind of novel somewhere. If I get published, I'll let you know :)

CLMcK

Lovely Lust

This morning, the lust is heavy in my body for the man I love. It is so heavy that I sit here moaning, needing relief.

In the past, I quickly grew tired of the men I was with, and the excitement never lasted past the one year mark, if it even lasted that long. Probably my boredom came from the lack of the spanking I didn’t know my body was craving. I was always looking for that “something more.”

And now, I have been in a relationship with this man for four years and I still get extremely randy just thinking about him, chatting with him online, planning for his visits. Still the throbbing in my vagina is not only for his penis.

What I want is to be over his lap, skirt up and panties down, trembling for the touch of his hand. It is such a simple act, a simple posture, a simple thought, yet I can hardly sit still as I write this. Those who have an established Domestic Discipline relationship might laugh at my innocence and the simplicity of what I desire. Or they may remember when they were just starting out in that lifestyle.

I know that most women who crave spanking discipline experience the same feelings of love/hate for the pain. When I’m ready for him to stop, and he does, I’m sorry that he didn’t continue beyond the point where I thought I couldn’t take it any longer.

Maybe if the spanking he gives is truly for discipline or punishment for something I have done or not done, he would continue. But at this stage of his ability, he doesn’t want to hurt me, and if I tell him I’ve had enough, he takes me at my word.

A “real” spanking that is for discipline would go on until he felt he had accomplished his purpose, not just because I asked him to quit.

I’m not the only woman who doesn’t cry when spanked. It never gets that far. Why does crying seem to be so important to me? I think it’s because it would signify that I had been taken beyond my own threshold of pain, that he had ultimately been in control.

There have been times when he would tell me to dress appropriately, then bend over the couch and be ready for when he comes in. I do that, but I know he has not meant it in a disciplinary way, even as he tries to sound stern, but as a prelude to sex, so I can’t seem to get into it.

He does a beautiful warm-up, but I don’t want a warm-up. I want the real thing. I want to be grabbed and pulled over his lap and given a hard, fast spanking that really hurts.

Or do I?

Purple Woman - “He who loves much beats hard.” (Polish proverb)

A Holiday Gift for Myself

For the longest time, I have been reading every blog about spanking I could find. As I read each one, I think “That’s exactly what I’m feeling/going through/wanting.” I decided to give myself the gift of telling my own story this holiday season.

If anyone discovers this blog, I hope you enjoy it. Please make comments and take part in any discussions I offer. This isn't meant to be a “spectator sport,” but a place where all spankees and spankers can offer their opinions and share stories.

A lot of what I write here will be real – something that actually happened to me. Some of it will be fantasy – stories I’ve written in order to scratch that itch. And some will be a combination of reality and fantasy – those times when the reality began as a fantasy (or vice versa) and ended up as something quite different.

Someday I will tell a story of how and when I came to realize my need for spanking. This time, I intend to start with the “now” of my life.

Currently, I am involved in a long distance relationship with a man who is legally committed to another. Even though it is merely a legal and financial arrangement, it still keeps us from being together permanently.

Sometimes I wonder if the relationship isn’t better the way it is, with visits only every two to three weeks? There are many pros to that, but the cons do get to me.

I don’t think he’s entirely comfortable in being my HOH. He’s been a “yes, dear” man for too long, and it pisses me off every time he says that to me. I do not want that. I want to be “taken in hand,” even though I am and always have been an ardent feminist (good topic for another blog).

Does he spank me? Oh, yes! And he does a wonderful job. At this point, however, I think it is nothing more than a unique form of foreplay for him. It is that for me, as well, but I also want it for much more than that. It’s a strange middle of the road sentiment.

If I am ever brave enough to share this blog with my lover, he will discover what I need from him. Let me say first that I want his unencumbered presence. After being his for almost four years, he still is all I want for Christmas, and all those Christmases I must spend without him being close enough to touch.

Purple Woman - Submissive by choice