The fun continues!
31. Would you rather have a safe word or be pushed beyond your preconceived limits? Both. I think a safeword is an important tool when pushing "limits" because it frees the spanker to push and prod past those blurry lines without having to worry that they're going too far.
32. Would you rather your spanker know your spanking history or is ignorance bliss? I don't think every partner needs to know the blow-by-blow descriptions of every spanking I've ever had, but some knowledge of my experience and preferences is useful.
33. Would you rather be spanked by multiple people at one time or just by one person at one time? Multiple people could be fun, but for everyday spanking, I think one is more practical.
34. Would you rather be spanked once a day or once every few months? Multiple times a day isn't an option?
35. Would you rather your spanker be deeply in tune or be totally unaffected to your experience as a spankee? As spanking is an experience shared by the spanker and spankee, I'd want him to be in tune with me and my responses.
36. Would you rather a closer physical relationship or a closer emotional relationship with your spanker? Well, I wouldn't have a closer physical relationship without a close emotional one. But I have had very close platonic relationships with spankers, and enjoy those immensely.
37. Would you rather your spanker ice your bottom down after a spanking or send you to the corner to display his/her accomplishment? Neither? I'd just like a good cuddle, or well...
38. Would you rather your spanker be the person you wish to live the rest of your life with (i.e. marriage) or the person you can call on when your tushy tickles? I hope to marry someone who will enjoy spanking me as much as I enjoy being spanked, but I'm also hoping we'll both be able to share our love of spanking with others. Variety is the spice of life, after all!
39. Would you rather spanking be a part of love making or not a part of love making? Both.
40. Would you rather your spanker have total control over you when you are being spanked or do you still want to have some control while you are being spanked? A little of both. Although I find that if I know I have some control, I have a much harder time letting go of it, which tends to make the experience more difficult for me in the long run.
And next time... the much desired conclusion to the spanking meme, after which you will know everything there is to know about me and spanking that can be answered in 40 questions or less!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
LOL Monday
This week's LOL Monday is dedicated to those kinks that fall outside the realm of spanking - enjoy!
There have been a few news reports about cats who steal underpants from neighboring laundry lines. I guess that's one way to indulge in your panty fetish!
This photo was on failblog recently, but I'd say it's more of a WIN!
There have been a few news reports about cats who steal underpants from neighboring laundry lines. I guess that's one way to indulge in your panty fetish!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Still another spanking meme (part 3)
And on to the third installment of this glimpse into my mind when it comes to all things spanking...
21. Have you received a spanking in the past week? Sadly not. Clearly the world is out of balance ;)
22. Would you rather be spanked for the physical pleasure or the emotional release? I enjoy both, but find that often when I'm really craving a spanking, it's the emotional connection and release that I'm seeking.
23. Would you rather tell your best friends you enjoy be spanked or keep it secret? Many of my friends know. Some know more than others.
24. Would you rather spanking be a lifestyle choice or just something you dabble in? As one of my previous posts on this blog indicates, I don't believe it is a choice. It is a very real part of me, one I wouldn't part with if I could.
25. Would you rather your lover be a vanilla or a spankoholic too? A spanko, through and through.
26. Would you rather be spanked by a stranger or by someone who knew you well? Some of my strongest fantasies involve being spanked by a stranger, but when it comes to real life I prefer to play with someone I know and who knows me. There's so much that goes on during a spanking, both physical and emotional, that a real understanding of your partner makes a huge difference. That said, everyone starts out as a stranger, and I'm always happy to meet and play with someone new.
27. Would you rather be spanked by despotic, mean person or by a compassionate, benevolent person? The first would be pretty hard for me. I generally need for there to be some compassion or connection between me and the spanker.
28. Would you rather be talked to while you are spanked or no talking at all? You can feel free to talk, but I can't promise I'll understand anything you say. My attention will probably be focused elsewhere.
29. Would you rather get one swat at a time with pauses to let the sting set in or a continuous tanning to build up the fire? I guess that depends on if you want me to be able to stay still, or want a wriggling, writhing, girl on your hands.
30. Would you rather be forced into a spanking or willingly submit into a spanking? I'd rather willingly submit, while maintaining a bit of fantasy about being overpowered or controlled.
Until next time...
21. Have you received a spanking in the past week? Sadly not. Clearly the world is out of balance ;)
22. Would you rather be spanked for the physical pleasure or the emotional release? I enjoy both, but find that often when I'm really craving a spanking, it's the emotional connection and release that I'm seeking.
23. Would you rather tell your best friends you enjoy be spanked or keep it secret? Many of my friends know. Some know more than others.
24. Would you rather spanking be a lifestyle choice or just something you dabble in? As one of my previous posts on this blog indicates, I don't believe it is a choice. It is a very real part of me, one I wouldn't part with if I could.
25. Would you rather your lover be a vanilla or a spankoholic too? A spanko, through and through.
26. Would you rather be spanked by a stranger or by someone who knew you well? Some of my strongest fantasies involve being spanked by a stranger, but when it comes to real life I prefer to play with someone I know and who knows me. There's so much that goes on during a spanking, both physical and emotional, that a real understanding of your partner makes a huge difference. That said, everyone starts out as a stranger, and I'm always happy to meet and play with someone new.
27. Would you rather be spanked by despotic, mean person or by a compassionate, benevolent person? The first would be pretty hard for me. I generally need for there to be some compassion or connection between me and the spanker.
28. Would you rather be talked to while you are spanked or no talking at all? You can feel free to talk, but I can't promise I'll understand anything you say. My attention will probably be focused elsewhere.
29. Would you rather get one swat at a time with pauses to let the sting set in or a continuous tanning to build up the fire? I guess that depends on if you want me to be able to stay still, or want a wriggling, writhing, girl on your hands.
30. Would you rather be forced into a spanking or willingly submit into a spanking? I'd rather willingly submit, while maintaining a bit of fantasy about being overpowered or controlled.
Until next time...
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
A Secret Garden
I love my town's botanical garden and visit frequently. So I was quite surprised the other day to discover what kinky inspiration had been sitting right under my nose all this time!
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Once upon a time there was a spoiled princess who lived in a big castle by the sea. The princess wasn't a bad girl, but she could be very naughty when the mood struck, and she was known through the kingdom as the "royal pain*."
One day, while wandering the castle grounds, the princess comes across a handsome prince. The prince, a gallant sort, greets her and offeres to accompany her back to the castle as the forest can be a dangerous place. Now, the princess is an independent sort, but our prince will hear nothing of her complaints or denials and soon the two are walking together back through the woods toward the castle. It isn't long before the princess slips into her bratting ways, and despite many warnings from the prince she continues to pester and prod until he has had enough! He quickly flips the princess over his lap and applies his stinging palm to her wriggling bottom.
The princess is a very sorry girl when the spanking ends but the evil prince has other ways to ensure she behaves for the remainder of the trip... starting with ginger (poor girl!).
The young girl is now quite distraught, and both sets of cheeks are a bright blushing pink!
The two pass many miles in companionable silence. Of course, she just can't help herself from bratting, and gets herself in trouble again by calling the prince's favorite implement "dumb."
Unfortunately for her, there is a whole forest** of it growing outside the castle, and he canes her soundly until she recants!
And they lived happily ever after. The end :)
* Ok, I retouched this one photo, but that's what I thought it said when I first read it!
** Seriously - who knew there was so much bamboo to be had in my little town??? Though clearly it is going to waste. Perhaps I should liberate it?
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Once upon a time there was a spoiled princess who lived in a big castle by the sea. The princess wasn't a bad girl, but she could be very naughty when the mood struck, and she was known through the kingdom as the "royal pain*."
One day, while wandering the castle grounds, the princess comes across a handsome prince. The prince, a gallant sort, greets her and offeres to accompany her back to the castle as the forest can be a dangerous place. Now, the princess is an independent sort, but our prince will hear nothing of her complaints or denials and soon the two are walking together back through the woods toward the castle. It isn't long before the princess slips into her bratting ways, and despite many warnings from the prince she continues to pester and prod until he has had enough! He quickly flips the princess over his lap and applies his stinging palm to her wriggling bottom.
The princess is a very sorry girl when the spanking ends but the evil prince has other ways to ensure she behaves for the remainder of the trip... starting with ginger (poor girl!).
The young girl is now quite distraught, and both sets of cheeks are a bright blushing pink!
The two pass many miles in companionable silence. Of course, she just can't help herself from bratting, and gets herself in trouble again by calling the prince's favorite implement "dumb."
Unfortunately for her, there is a whole forest** of it growing outside the castle, and he canes her soundly until she recants!
And they lived happily ever after. The end :)
* Ok, I retouched this one photo, but that's what I thought it said when I first read it!
** Seriously - who knew there was so much bamboo to be had in my little town??? Though clearly it is going to waste. Perhaps I should liberate it?
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Once more, with feeling
Authors note: I began writing this recap of a caning Jack gave me months ago. Before I had the chance to complete it, the bottom fell out of our relationship and I couldn't bring myself to revisit this happy scene. I've finally gotten around to finishing it off, and I do hope you enjoy it.
Curled up on the bed earlier this evening, Jack looked down at me. "What?" he asked, my face having given me away as it always does. I bit my lip and pondered, guessing it was still early enough in this conversation to reverse directions. I didn't feel particularly guilty over what I was about to confess but I was 99% sure it would result in a spanking. Which is what I wanted, of course. The question was what kind of spanking? I was aiming for something light, but I can never be sure what I'll end up with...
"Uhmm..." I bit the bullet and whispered the words that had stuck on my lips just a moment before. Watched somewhat nervously as his face darkened, eyes narrowed, and realized we had skipped way past any chance of a light, playful spanking. He slipped (maybe stalked would be more accurate) off the bed and out of the room without a word, reappearing a moment later with the cane. Big *gulp.* This couldn't be good.
The cane and I, we have what you might call a hate-hate relationship. There is no love between us, no tenderness hidden deeply under the nerves and fear it produces. I am not brave where canes are concerned, and whimpered as I was guided onto my stomach, stretched out across the bed and bared. My mind whirled, trying to get a handle on his mood, then eased as his hand stroked over my bottom, coming to rest lightly on the small of my back.
The crack of the cane was shocking in the quiet room. But instead of tensing against it I let go, let the sensation flow through me and then out, releasing with it a hundred little worries and stresses. It hurt, oh god it hurt, but his hand was on my back, resting so gently, grounding me, as my body turned to liquid and my mind floated on the pain. The cane fell again and again, and my world narrowed, focused until there was only me and Jack, the cane, soft murmurs, flashes of pain, softer caresses between the heat of the strokes.
I don't think I've ever just given in to the pain of a spanking like this before. I've surrendered to it, after struggling and fighting or just gritting my teeth and bearing it. But I'd never absorbed it like this, never felt this languid sensation that lulled me into peace; usually the peace comes after when the spanking is done and the cuddling has commenced.
My legs, usually busy kicking and squirming in a grand show of discomfort, literally could not move. Half way through I realized I had slid closer to the wall and managed to rouse my arm enough to press against it to keep my head from crashing into it. Jack gently turned me and resumed his work with the cane. Time moved on, stretched out, spun before us. And still there was only us, only tenderness and pain and all of the things that can only be said without words.
The rhythm slowed and changed. The cane fell less, replaced more often by his soothing hand and gentle voice. I could have gone on forever, happily. I think perhaps he could have too. After what seemed forever (and was in actuality about an hour) it was the cane that, having taken all it could, broke and ended our play.
No, I wasn't smirking. Honest. I would never gloat over a broken cane, of course not. Well, maybe I would have, but not any more. I sort of think I like them now...
Curled up on the bed earlier this evening, Jack looked down at me. "What?" he asked, my face having given me away as it always does. I bit my lip and pondered, guessing it was still early enough in this conversation to reverse directions. I didn't feel particularly guilty over what I was about to confess but I was 99% sure it would result in a spanking. Which is what I wanted, of course. The question was what kind of spanking? I was aiming for something light, but I can never be sure what I'll end up with...
"Uhmm..." I bit the bullet and whispered the words that had stuck on my lips just a moment before. Watched somewhat nervously as his face darkened, eyes narrowed, and realized we had skipped way past any chance of a light, playful spanking. He slipped (maybe stalked would be more accurate) off the bed and out of the room without a word, reappearing a moment later with the cane. Big *gulp.* This couldn't be good.
The cane and I, we have what you might call a hate-hate relationship. There is no love between us, no tenderness hidden deeply under the nerves and fear it produces. I am not brave where canes are concerned, and whimpered as I was guided onto my stomach, stretched out across the bed and bared. My mind whirled, trying to get a handle on his mood, then eased as his hand stroked over my bottom, coming to rest lightly on the small of my back.
The crack of the cane was shocking in the quiet room. But instead of tensing against it I let go, let the sensation flow through me and then out, releasing with it a hundred little worries and stresses. It hurt, oh god it hurt, but his hand was on my back, resting so gently, grounding me, as my body turned to liquid and my mind floated on the pain. The cane fell again and again, and my world narrowed, focused until there was only me and Jack, the cane, soft murmurs, flashes of pain, softer caresses between the heat of the strokes.
I don't think I've ever just given in to the pain of a spanking like this before. I've surrendered to it, after struggling and fighting or just gritting my teeth and bearing it. But I'd never absorbed it like this, never felt this languid sensation that lulled me into peace; usually the peace comes after when the spanking is done and the cuddling has commenced.
My legs, usually busy kicking and squirming in a grand show of discomfort, literally could not move. Half way through I realized I had slid closer to the wall and managed to rouse my arm enough to press against it to keep my head from crashing into it. Jack gently turned me and resumed his work with the cane. Time moved on, stretched out, spun before us. And still there was only us, only tenderness and pain and all of the things that can only be said without words.
The rhythm slowed and changed. The cane fell less, replaced more often by his soothing hand and gentle voice. I could have gone on forever, happily. I think perhaps he could have too. After what seemed forever (and was in actuality about an hour) it was the cane that, having taken all it could, broke and ended our play.
No, I wasn't smirking. Honest. I would never gloat over a broken cane, of course not. Well, maybe I would have, but not any more. I sort of think I like them now...
Monday, August 23, 2010
LOL Monday
Welcome back for another edition of LOL Monday! Today's theme takes us to back to school. Of course, as we all know, these schools are filled with naughty girls and boys who need to be taken in hand ;) Don't forget to share your own captioning ideas in the comments, or click on the images to see other people's captions!
I'm not surprised that this kitten needed to break loose at the end of the day. After all if you spend your school days in a boring uniform it's only natural that you'd want to experiment a little in your dorm after lights out.
Uh oh, it looks like someone's in trouble.... How was she to know that there would be a surprise bed check that evening?
What will happen next? How will Sister Mary Frances handle this recalcitrant student? I don't think we need a LOL to solve this mystery :)
I'm not surprised that this kitten needed to break loose at the end of the day. After all if you spend your school days in a boring uniform it's only natural that you'd want to experiment a little in your dorm after lights out.
Uh oh, it looks like someone's in trouble.... How was she to know that there would be a surprise bed check that evening?
What will happen next? How will Sister Mary Frances handle this recalcitrant student? I don't think we need a LOL to solve this mystery :)
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Yes, another spanking meme (part 2)
Here is the highly anticipated sequel to the spanking meme I started a few weeks ago. Enjoy!
11. Would you rather be spanked for the naughty things you have done or just because you enjoy the experience? I enjoy the experience of being spanked for the naughty things I have done :)
12. Would you rather be spanked with pants up/skirt down or pants down/skirt up? I like to be eased into a bare bottom spanking, going through all of the stages can draw out the suspense and the embarrassment so nicely. Often when I'm playing with someone for the first time I like to keep at least my panties firmly in place until we've gotten to know each other better.
13. Would you rather be spanked somewhat clothed or entirely naked? Somewhat clothed. It focuses the attention on my bottom, where it belongs :)
14. Would you rather your spanking be strictly disciplinarian or sexually attractive in nature? A little of both. Even with my "just for fun" spankings, I enjoy the pretense of discipline. There's something incredibly arousing about being a naughty little girl who is being taken in hand by a firm but kind disciplinarian. Mmmm!
15. Would you rather be spanked by a male or by a female? I'm pretty straight (ok, totally, hopelessly straight) and I've only ever been spanked by men. However lately I've been entertaining delightful fantasies of being spanked by a strict Aunt. So, who knows?
16. Would you rather be cuddled or scolded after your spanking? Scolded before, cuddled after. I have a very very hard time dealing with being scolded after a spanking. When the spanking is over I want to know that the slate (real or imaginary) is wiped clean, that I took my spanking well (or at least tried very hard to), and I'm a good girl.
17. Would you rather be spanked OTK or bent over a table/chair? First one, then the other!
18. Would you rather your spanker have physical contact with you? Yes. Especially during hard spankings or ones that are emotionally difficult for me, having that contact makes a huge difference in how I process the spanking.
19. Would you prefer to be spanked in the woods with a tree branch, bent over the hood of a car, or in a school with a ruler bent over the desk of your teacher/principal? Well, I've already been spanked over
the hood of a car, and it was delightful. I'd be up for trying the woods, depending on the area and as long as I was assured there would be no bugs feasting on my exposed flesh. But the school desk is such a strong fantasy, I think I have to choose that one.
20. Would you rather be a brat to your spanker to deserve a spanking or simply ask your spanker for a spanking because you know you needed it? I would rather ask, but at the same time I have a hard time getting up the nerve to ask for one. My shyness is not caused by nerves over the actual spanking that will ensue, but rather a concern (no matter how unfounded) that I'll be rejected, or that someone will spank me because I asked, but not really want to. While I've been called bratty on more than one occasion, and probably will be again, I don't care to overtly brat anyone, and actually get quite upset when I do. So, while I don't mind being a bit of a smart-alec (and in fact can't really help it), I'm not about to break out in hi-jinks no matter how much I might desire a spanking.
11. Would you rather be spanked for the naughty things you have done or just because you enjoy the experience? I enjoy the experience of being spanked for the naughty things I have done :)
12. Would you rather be spanked with pants up/skirt down or pants down/skirt up? I like to be eased into a bare bottom spanking, going through all of the stages can draw out the suspense and the embarrassment so nicely. Often when I'm playing with someone for the first time I like to keep at least my panties firmly in place until we've gotten to know each other better.
13. Would you rather be spanked somewhat clothed or entirely naked? Somewhat clothed. It focuses the attention on my bottom, where it belongs :)
14. Would you rather your spanking be strictly disciplinarian or sexually attractive in nature? A little of both. Even with my "just for fun" spankings, I enjoy the pretense of discipline. There's something incredibly arousing about being a naughty little girl who is being taken in hand by a firm but kind disciplinarian. Mmmm!
15. Would you rather be spanked by a male or by a female? I'm pretty straight (ok, totally, hopelessly straight) and I've only ever been spanked by men. However lately I've been entertaining delightful fantasies of being spanked by a strict Aunt. So, who knows?
16. Would you rather be cuddled or scolded after your spanking? Scolded before, cuddled after. I have a very very hard time dealing with being scolded after a spanking. When the spanking is over I want to know that the slate (real or imaginary) is wiped clean, that I took my spanking well (or at least tried very hard to), and I'm a good girl.
17. Would you rather be spanked OTK or bent over a table/chair? First one, then the other!
18. Would you rather your spanker have physical contact with you? Yes. Especially during hard spankings or ones that are emotionally difficult for me, having that contact makes a huge difference in how I process the spanking.
19. Would you prefer to be spanked in the woods with a tree branch, bent over the hood of a car, or in a school with a ruler bent over the desk of your teacher/principal? Well, I've already been spanked over
the hood of a car, and it was delightful. I'd be up for trying the woods, depending on the area and as long as I was assured there would be no bugs feasting on my exposed flesh. But the school desk is such a strong fantasy, I think I have to choose that one.
20. Would you rather be a brat to your spanker to deserve a spanking or simply ask your spanker for a spanking because you know you needed it? I would rather ask, but at the same time I have a hard time getting up the nerve to ask for one. My shyness is not caused by nerves over the actual spanking that will ensue, but rather a concern (no matter how unfounded) that I'll be rejected, or that someone will spank me because I asked, but not really want to. While I've been called bratty on more than one occasion, and probably will be again, I don't care to overtly brat anyone, and actually get quite upset when I do. So, while I don't mind being a bit of a smart-alec (and in fact can't really help it), I'm not about to break out in hi-jinks no matter how much I might desire a spanking.
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