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

Age-old dilemma

My S.O. used to spank me regularly. Then he became nervous about it because he considers it abuse. I know this is not a new topic, but DAMN, how can a woman convince her lover that she feels abused when she is NOT spanked?!

Anyone able to solve this dilemma? How did you do it? It's been about a year since I was spanked and I need it.

PW ~ Up with feminism, down with panties!

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

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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"

A SPANKY NEW YEAR TO ALL!

BEND OVER!

It’s 2009

and time for a cure-all!

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A spanking a day

keeps the stress away!

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Try it for 365 days

and see if it’s not true!

Have You Noticed....?

I don’t think I’m the only person in the whole world who becomes sexually aroused by some of the weirdest things. Have you paid attention to what leaves your belly aquiver?

. . . feeling especially satisfied about an article I’ve just written (whether in my vanilla world or my spanking world
. . . digging in my garden and coming in tired
. . . a visual image that pops into my head when I see something a bit bizarre
. . . writing this blog
. . . reading a seductive passage in a book or post that is particularly sensuous
. . . eating either a simple or gourmet meal with my lover
. . . food is and can be especially titillating
. . . thunder and lightning
. . . a bowl of fresh ginger, knowing what can be done with it
. . . my lover’s voice on the phone (sounds like liquid dark chocolate)
. . . a deep and complicated mystery novel
. . . my new red shiny sexy snakeskin (artificial) purse
. . . tight jeans
. . . my lover’s belt draped across a chair
. . . the smell of our sheets right after he’s gone home
. . . the smell of rain in the air
. . . classical guitar music (playing and listening to it)
. . . feathers and incense
. . . climbing a tree
. . . the sound of crunching gravel
. . . brie and hot homemade bread

I can’t handle any more of this. I need to take a nap.

Purple Woman - "Kinky is a relative concept."

What Is A Feminist?

I can’t recall how this topic came up, but a few weeks ago, I casually mentioned to a friend that my lover was the head of our household even though we don’t live together. She’s my very best and closest friend, so of course we share the same political beliefs. She was horrified at my comment.

“We discuss whatever we need to, both of us giving our input,” I responded, “but someone must have the ultimate decision, so he has that.”

“But that’s like a traditional marriage!” she said.

I nodded my head, then dropped the topic. Nothing was said about spanking. I was feeling her out in terms of my sexual lifestyle, something she knows very little about, in spite of being friends.

So much has been written by other women (and probably a few men) about how feminism fits into the spanking slash domestic discipline lifestyle. I’m sure I can’t add anything that hasn’t already been said. All I can do here is add my own perspective.

Yes, I consider myself a fiercely independent feminist and I have been since the 70s (yeah, I’m an old hippie!). I was part of the early movement that freed up women to live the kind of life we live today. It was not about uni-sex bathrooms, or giving up control. It was about women having equal rights. In fact, for years, I carried around a card in my wallet printed with the Equal Rights Amendment to show people who wanted to argue with me about what it meant.

The fact that the ERA didn’t pass as an amendment shows how fearful people are about giving women control over themselves. It hasn’t been that many years since my grandmother took up the campaign that allowed women to vote!

The ERA did mean I could have a career that paid me what I was worth in terms of education and experience. It meant that I could make my own decisions about my body around birth control and meds, and the like. It meant that I didn’t have to take shit from anyone about the way I lived my life. It meant I could be as sexual as any male without shame.

The ERA did not take away my gentility as a woman. It did not take away the feelings I have around my sexuality.

Years ago, I had a friend who was a Colonel in the Marine Corps and she (yes, SHE) was also a Fundamentalist Christian. Her comment to me was how difficult it was to be in charge of so many men at work, then go home to be the submissive wife. I wanted so much to explain that she didn’t need to make that decision, but she wouldn’t have been open to hearing that.

I deliberately choose to have my lover be my HoH. I choose to have him be the one to make decisions. I choose to give him the power to put me over his lap and administer whatever kind of discipline he feels is necessary. And I continue to choose to accept his spankings for whatever reason he desires, whether that is for his arousal (or mine), or for punishment (which is seldom).

If having a sore red bottom that feels hot to the touch (lordy!) does nothing more than turn me on, then I have achieved my goal as a feminist. I’m allowed to feel my sexuality today, something I was not allowed to feel when I was a high school student, struggling against what my body and mind craved.

Purple Woman
Spanking - the complete woman’s stress reliever

Lack of Spank

I continue to read many of the posts written by those who get spanked, plus the few written by those who do the spanking. There seems to be a general theme among the spankees, one that indicates they don’t get as many spankings as they wish, or feel they need.

I’ve been contemplating the reasons for this. Maybe I’m not reading the right blogs, but it seems to me that those who get the right amount – not too many and not too few – don’t feel the need to write about it. There is always a certain longing in the blogs I read.

Of course, I understand that longing, and that’s what I write about, too. The aching that comes is almost physical. My entire body seems to throb and quiver, my skin is more sensitive, my hands are shaky, my breath comes faster, I feel faint – even my bowels and bladder are in an uproar, and no, it’s not the flu.

When the craving is strongest, my head is in a fog, my eyes glaze over, my thoughts are focused, I am completely distracted from whatever is going on around me. I’m in a distant place, and I fear it is noticeable when I am with friends.

No one has said, “Are you dreaming about being spanked again?” No one has come to my rescue and said, “Here! Come over my knee and I will relieve your agony.” Not one soul wonders why I am so distracted or worries about my vague responses when I do rouse myself long enough to answer.

The need we have defies all bounds of sexuality. It is not about any of the “isms” of our lives, but rather it is a deep call to connect with the basic drives of the id, a necessity for survival, infantile in its origins yet adult in its satisfaction.

Other duties call me today, but I am not present to those requirements. Only this one essential act can bring me back to life. If I do those activities that are required of me, I could stave off the yearning of my body, but I don’t want to. I take pleasure in that luscious feeling of hunger for the intimate pain only a spanking can bestow.

He will be here in three weeks – can I survive?

Yes, I can and I will.

What Is Your Dress Code?

Some have specific attire that is to be worn when being disciplined.

For my man, it is not a consistent thing.

Sometimes he likes tight jeans he can lower.

Sometimes he wants a full, swirly skirt he can flip up easily.

Sometimes he enjoys seeing me in loose silk trousers.

No matter what he requests of me, he loves to see me in panties that are especially beautiful. And they must fit a certain way. Then he takes great pleasure in slowly taking them down.

I don’t have a preference, other than to please him with my attire. He does buy clothes for me – not only incredibly sexy panties but jeans and dress pants that he likes. It’s wonderful, because I don’t have to think about what to wear when he’s around.

And when I am to meet him when he comes in on the plane, he always asks what I plan to wear.

Other men in my past life haven’t cared what I wore at all, so this is refreshing and rather sexy, I think.

Whatever I have on, he is usually more interested in the panties.

It’s nice to feel admired.

Purple Woman - If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

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