Less Than a Day, Gotta Hurry

I was meaning to post a link to this a week or three ago and forgot all about it until I just saw AngelBrat's link to it. If you haven't put in an entry to Name This Paddle times-a-wastin' folks.

From all accounts John at Leatherthorn Paddles does some very nice work, although Santa hasn't left any under our tree yet.


Hopefully, one of my entries will be the Grand Prize winner for a free paddle, although in all honesty I'd rather hit PowerBall and order my own damn paddle!

Yeah, She Got Me Good... Damn Spoons

Ok...  I am HOH. However, I do agree to be submissive to Minx on a few items. I don't have a lot of rules, but there is no doubt that if I break a rule, I have to pay. Very simple, well I didn't know when or if I would pay actually.


Complications of lack of privacy mean that most of the time we can't just can't respond when it's needed in the way it's needed. however, that wasn't going to stop Minx.


It's true, I deserved a spanking. The odd thing is that for some silly reason I thought she wouldn't realize it, or if she did that she wouldn't act upon it... Silly (stupid) me !!!


Unfortunately, we've discovered a virtual cornucopia of implements that can cause excruciating pain yet shout little evidence of their use the silly quiet things tht they are.


The Cane.

The cane can be very wicked yet quiet, unfortunately Minx is learning how to use it more effectively every time she picks it up. Yes, she had me in the diaper position and she really needs to understand that such things are best for her to be in, not me.


Whereas the cane is pretty much right now pain, the DAMN wooden spoon that is too quiet to be noticed is something that Minx should not be allowed access to. Yes, she got me good and I was able to feel the result for two days.

Now since she hasn't been paying attention to spanking blogs for a while now, it could be a while before she knows. I just got another notice from my bank that yet again, I went into overdraft (and fees).  Well, she won't be happy about it that's for sure, but hopefully I'll have earned some brownie points by then. Hell, I washed the damn kitchen floor yesterday! That has to be good for some points... Right?

I love this woman.

Meeting People

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I stole this question from a forum, it's a good one.

She said:
I have been reading a lot lately about LDD. Fascinated by it really. I am currently unattached and single, and have been wondering if it is a lifestyle that I could function in and be happy in, without being resentful towards a future husband.

How you do or can form it with your future mate is best served by constant communication and the development of trust. When you can truly be your SO's friend and have trust, you will be able to talk and make anything that comes your way work, because you trust them..

IT seems that all (or at least most) LDD households are Christian, or at least church, based. I am curious if this is in fact the case, or it is a conclussion I have made.

LDD is just an abreviation for DD or D/s where the concept of Love is stressed. If you choose and want your DD life to be based on Christian principles, so be it as your choice. However, there is no 'member test', well if there is, it's on a curve and the curve adjusts to whatever YOU want it to be.

I am also curious as to how you started this relationship (LDD) at the outset. Did you start with a few rules, then add more later one, or was it all at once. I realize that the rules set by each couple vary and are determined by their needs and wants. I guess I'm asking for opinions as well as your experiences with it.

Yes, you understand. In our particular case we started with and basicly stick with matters of Attitude, Respect and Responsibility.

I believe that DD is and can and should be flexible enough that you can adapt it to whatever lifestyle you want and need.

Bingo Babe, you got it and understand !
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My basic post on the subject which explains much of what I believe can be found at: http://ldd4me.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-to-tell-your-thick-headed-husband_04.html


The thing is, for me LDD is just D/s or DD or whatever you want it to e within a relationship where love is the foundation. In other words by my definition it does not have to be anything that you and your SO decide you don't want it to be, you don't have to match some arbitrary standard that has been estalished y someone else. YOU estalish the standard to which yuo live.


You roll your own, and your mileage may vary.

How My Kinky History Led to My Spanking Desires

Early in the days when I began my blog about three years ago, I posted my history and how I initially became interested in adult spanking. I wasn’t comfortable leaving all of the ‘dirty detail’ information on the blog at the time. I believed that my ‘kinky’ background might have been too much of a distraction from what was becoming my all-encompassing interest in domestic discipline. I didn’t want it distracting from my sincere desire to pursue a DD lifestyle and to promote the benefits. Basically, I didn’t want anyone thinking that just because I’m a kinky bastard I thought up some plan to legitimize my beliefs.

Backpedal a few decades and my journey into the world of kink and fetish was probably seeded in my experience growing up in the 50s and 60s. Not unlike many of those times, as a child I would often find myself face being held to the cold black and yellow bathroom tile floor with my ass propped high in the air. Natually, while my ass was being filled with warm soapy water. Squirming and fighting just got me the extra discomfort and humiliation as my bare ass was spanked for squirming.

No, it was not and should not be considered abuse. That doesn’t mean that I condone young boys being given enemas and spanked on the bare ass by their MILF mothers today, times have changed.

However during the 50s and 60s it was very common for mothers to give their little boys (or girls) an enema for many reasons. Everything from tummy-ache to being moody qualified for, if not required a physic. “Oh, Myrtle… If that’s the way he’s acting you better give him an enema. Everyone does need one now and again so it certainly can’t hurt”.

One thing for sure in those days, whenever you claimed in the morning that you were too sick to go to school you could count on getting a good inner ass cleaning with lots of warm water and ivory soap. The other possible outcome was a visit from the doctor and then you would likely get a nice sore bump in the buttocks from the doctors oversized penicillin injection. Doctors weren’t afraid of overusing antibiotics in those days you know. Worse case which was more likely, you would get a warm soapy enema and then the doctor would come to the house (they did that in those days) and still give you a painful injection in your poor overworked butt. It’s just the way things were done in those days.

Of course then I had to play and experiment on my own in those days, and actually often did. Yes, I’ll admit it; Mr. Happy and his needs became a big part of the action. You see men have a prostate and often any form of anal stimulation gives a little boost to… well you know.

Well I think I’ve explained it to a degree, the inner desire of being dominated and forced to take an enema by a woman was always in the back of my mind. Whenever I felt comfortable enough to mention it with a potential partner, the usual response was that the idea was at least distasteful if not "Oh, that's disgusting". Besindes, it's not something that's easy to bring up, it’s just not one of those things that you can use to start a conversation. In fact he topic usually ended conversation not being the sort of thing you should mention to people you meet in a convenience store or at the typical church social. Hence my reluctance to be open about it and also why I pulled the information from my blog.

Fast forward a few decades from my childhood, I had spent 20 years married to a woman who at first claimed to want to experiment with things of kink to add some spice. That turned out to be nothing more than a lie. My hopes of ever being open and active with her with that part of my persona were dashed by comments like "I don't know how people could do that..." whenever I hinted at things.

Ok, so why did I crave having a woman give me enemas? Particularly I craved being told I was getting an enema if I wanted it or not. In fact especially if I didn’t want one. It just didn't make sense since I had been told by people that claim to know these things that I was an obvious Dominant. Well, it could be that I can ‘Switch’ and just might enjoy every aspect of such a potential D/s experience. After being separated, I made up my mind that I would never again settle for anyone who wasn’t willing to explore whatever mutual fantasies we had without being judgmental. The obvious conclusion was that my childhood memories had awakened my aparent need to be a submissive.

Several girlfriends later, one night I was talking on the phone with the latest potential victim of my need for sexual relief. The thing was, I was doing laundry. You see at that time I was Mr. Mom and doing laundry was just one of those chores that I had a tendency to put off. The incentive that I gave myself to do laundry was simple; I would permit myself a martini per load of wash. After several loads of wash it was not uncommon for me to wake up and wonder what happened to my clothes. Not an uncommon side effect of martini consumption I understand, but I digress.

Well, feeling loose tongued and not really giving a shit if I scared her off… I dropped the big one and told her that I had always had a kinky interest in being given enemas. I fully expected to hear a click on the other end of the phone line. Nope, she told me it was one of her favorite activities. Actually I should have known, she’s an RN and there’s no doubt about it, RNs are kinky. Let the games begin!

The RN adventure was certainly interesting, neither one of us were really sure if we were Dom, sub or Switch so we played every which way we could trying to find out with "Screw the Roses, Bring Me The Thorns". One of the other activities that we explored was spanking. That’s when I found out that I really do enjoy having a woman laying over my lap getting a good sound spanking. That was also when I found out that I don’t enjoy getting a spanking quite as much as I enjoying giving one. There’s that certain aspect about getting a spanking that always comes up just after going over a knee. When the first fews smacks land then all of a sudden the brain feels the sting, instantly you wonder why you ever thought you enjoyed being spanked.

Once I had this new adult spanking experience it became all I could think of and I wanted more. Naturally I started searching the Internet for as much spanking information as I could find. When I found ‘Fondly and Firmly” I had an epiphany. Immediately I realized that the reason my marriage had failed was because I never gave X the thing that she needed most, a good spanking.

Having discovered the world of Domestic Discipline I joined a few groups and forums and before long I was IMing with a woman who lived a few states away who had the same sort of desires. We spent hours on the phone and became pretty close and shared our thoughts on how Domestic Discipline could or should work. Just as with the RN she shared a kinky enema thing so naturally conversation became even easier for us. With her help I decided to put my DD thoughts to the Internet and created my “How to Tell Your Thick Headed Hubby” blog post. She was an accomplished blogger at the time and encouraged me. Since, she has had some very difficult times and her blog is long gone.

The primary direction for the essay was ‘for a guy, from a guy’ since it appeared from many of the DD and general spanking forum posts that I read, women found it difficult to vocalize to their boyfriends or husbands just what it was that they wanted.

My blog post began to get some attention and it wasn’t long before I received a few comments from women who said that they printed out my “Thick Headed Hubby” essay and it made it easier to convince their husbands just what they really wanted and needed.

There it is!

That's how I began blogging about Domestic Discipline. Naturally several days ago when Minx spanked me and then slipped a Fleet enema into my ass, I began thinking about all of these things again and I decided to get over it, and re-post my background for my readers to know.

The Kitten Complications

If you have a blog here with Google Blogger and you have content that is less than vanilla save yourself some trouble and turn on the adult "Content Warning" page in your settings.

Complicated Kitten was locked out of her blog and now has a new blog started that can be found here. at http://acomplicatedkittensjourney.blogspot.com/



It certainly would be nice if the Adult Content Warning would store a cookie and once I answered yes it would remember for all of the other blogs I visit.

Loving Domestic Discipline v 3

(This is an update of one of my first blog posts. The 3rd time I've added to it, so the v3)

The thought of a DD or Loving Domestic Discipline relationship has captured me. I've come to the conclusion that I will never again settle for anything less in a relationship. It's what I seek, it's what I crave and the only way I will ever have the perfect love and now it's what I've found.

I'm certainly not the only person with this opinion, in fact I'm more amazed every day as I find out about more and more people who are "de-lurking" and "coming out".

I read a number of blogs about DD on a regular basis and some message boards such as Spanking Classics Story Board and on a regular basis there are a number of people who sign on and say they've been reading for some time (lurking) and they've finally decided to join the board and take part in the discussion. Some say they have just started, or wish they could start a DD relationship with their spouse. Additionally there are people who sign on and say they and their spouse have been practicing a DD relationship for years. Who ever knew.

What has the concept of LDD done for me?
I would have to say that Domestic Discipline has had a tremendous impact on my life. Most of all I'm totally amazed at how natural it all seems. Also, I have to admit that because it never was a part of my life, I never did understand the women in my life and what was missing from our relationships. It has taught me what was missing from my marriage, and why it failed. It has taught me that the emotions that so fill a woman’s soul, the things that define her femininity are the hardest things that she deals with, and sometimes she just needs a release. She needs her man, to be a man.

The primary desire most people have for a Domestic Discipline relationship is to form a stronger bond. To fill a void that they've felt in their life. There is no doubt that the modern concept of marriage leaves spouses who are often at odds with one another. Discussions can become disputes that lead to hours if not days of silent treatments and door slamming. Anger, resentment left unrelieved turn to a difficult to prevent pain that eats at the core of the couples union. Mutual respect drains and it becomes not just possible but also easy to hate someone you wanted to still love. Naturally the result often leads to divorce.

I never tried, I knew no better. I never understood that when a woman told me what was on her mind, she didn't want me to think of an instant solution (a guy reaction) for what was bothering her... She just wanted me to just listen and understand why things bothered her and what they meant to her. It has taught me that the emotions that so fill a woman’s soul, the things that define her femininity are the hardest things that she deals with, and sometimes she just needs a release. She needs a man to be a man.

Sometimes a woman needs a man to take matters in hand, guiding her and telling her that everything will be alright. That nothing is impossible, nothing is insurmountable when their souls merge, the tenderness and connection of aftercare... Nothing else can make a woman know a man will do whatever he has to do, to cherish and protect her and nothing less makes a man feel so much like a man.

Burns My Ass

I'm perfectly willing to believe that there are a lot of conspiracies that go on in the world. Certainly a lot by governments and by industries and of course individuals who seek whatever they need or desire. Some of course say it was a gubment conspiracy, some perhaps figure 'dubya' did it. Perhaps some believe it all happened in a desert somewhere, the same place they filmed the fake moon landing.

But I don't care!

Almost 3,000 people died in a disaster eight years ago, innocent people. Not just Americans but people from something like 11 different nations. Yet there are people who for one reason or another refuse to recognize the significance of that event.

I remember where I was and what I was doing. Having earned a pilots license long ago I found myself answering numerous questions by others who were confused, not that I wasn't.


So, what burns my ass about all of this?

Where's Google?

Google will make all sorts of special pages to remember, celebrate of bring significance to all sorts of events. They make note of obscure authors, poets, artists, holidays like St. Patty's Day with drunken leperchauns... and just about anything you can imagine.

But not today and not last year either that I recall.

Why?

“There, now you’ll be able to enjoy your sore bottom on a nice hard seat for a while”

Being the typical non-typical DD couple things can get interesting around here sometimes. Of course we have the same problem that a lot of couples have, an almost perpetual lack of privacy. We might have changed that slightly, time will tell…

Today was the first day of a new schedule where I think I’ve managed to get things coordinated so that we actually have at least an hour and perhaps as much as two hours or privacy per day.

Well, we did have some privacy over the weekend and it did give me the chance to give Minx a pretty good spanking. She has needed a spanking for a while. Not so much for anything other than stress relief and just to reinforcing discipline a bit, she has been very good.

Minx also had the chance to try to spank me, but that didn’t go too well being the wimp that I am. I chickened out part way into it and got away from her which of course pissed her off a bit. It’s not easy for Minx to spank me; it’s just not her thing. Minx is much more comfortable being the spankee but she does try to cater to my cravings on occasion and if the need should happen to arrive, she has no problem at all giving me a punishment spanking. However, when I need a stress relief spanking, it’s not at all easy for her. There’s that role reversal thing, but also I’m much harder to hold in position when I start squirming and kicking as happened over the weekend.

Well, today our private time came to fruition and I had every intention to rebuild Minx’s leather butt. Since it’s been a while since she’s had regular spankings the spanking she got over the weekend was difficult for her re-virigned bottom. Being the caring HOH that I am, I planned on putting some regularity back into her spankings so it would be easier for her to take a good long spanking. You spankos out there know what I mean, if it’s been a while, it takes a while before you build up ‘leather butt’ tolerance again. Well, that was not to be.

I walked into the house and asked her if she was ready to get her leather butt rebuilt… however she said, “No, it’s your turn”.

Well, I hadn’t been too cooperative when she tried to spank me over the weekend so I suppose I knew it was coming so of course I complied. Minx told me to go pick out some implements…. Don’t you hate that?

I opened the toy drawer and looked, I knew that I would not be able to get away with a wimpy selection so I didn't try. I picked out the wicked hairbrush paddle, the sawed off bamboo bath brush, the Reb's OTK paddle with holes and the The London Tanners Domestic Discipline Strap. Minx approved, I knew I didn’t have much of a choice but to pick the ones that I hate since I hadn’t been cooperative for the last spanking.

Minx gave the quick simple order… “Drop ‘em”. I did.

There’s something that’s both intimidating and exciting about standing there with your pants at your ankle while your lady is picking up a paddle. Naturally, Mr. Happy was doing his best to embarrass me standing at full attention which of course Minx made some comments along the lines of ‘looks like he wants a spanking too’ and made some light contact.

When I first climbed over her knee, Mr. Happy was making things a little uncomfortable before he was properly positioned. Minx started with her bare hand, which felt, very comfortable and relaxing. Of course her bare hand didn’t last long enough, the sting had been light and actually somewhat comforting. Mr, Happy didn't stay around to find out though.

When I’m on the receiving end once the spanking starts I usually can’t tell what I’m being spanked with unless she tells me. She did a very good job of keeping me just slightly beyond the edge of what I can tolerate. You know, any lighter and you can take it, but just hard enough to keep you from ignoring it while you squirm and stress and have to work at staying in place. Then of course it had to happen, time to pay for not cooperating for the last spanking. Those hard heavy spanks that make you dig your fingernails into your palms and stress to stay in place.

I believe that the next round was from the Rebs OTK paddle and she kept me right on the edge with it. Then a few rounds with the DD strap and and paddles again. It was really getting hard to stay in place but I didn't want any more hard heavy full swing ones.

In between rounds of implements Minx rubs and comforts for a few seconds (always too few) which of course is wonderful. Then after a particularly hard to take round with what I think was the Bamboo Bath Brush she was rubbing my bottom and next I felt her spread my cheeks. I felt something slide into my ass and I realized what she was doing, Minx was giving me a Fleet enema.

“There, now you’ll be able to enjoy your sore bottom on a nice hard seat for a while”

She said it with a little bit of a happy accomplished tone. That wasn’t the end of it of course, but it was the end of the unbearable pain from that point on as I had another thing to keep my mind occupied. The combination of the spanking that so far I had endured along with that bit of anal stimulation and caress just made the sting disapear and all of me was enjoying the continued contact.

Minx continued to spank and she spanked hard but from that point on ,I just wanted more. She asked me a couple of times if I had to go yet, I could have but I didn't want to, I wanted to feel more and put off going to expell as long as I could.

Odd isn't it.

Now, I’m probably more relaxed than I’ve been in a while, maybe tomorrow will be her turn.

The Spanking Party - Party

Pammie on her blog made an interesting analysis of the political ramifications of spankos in the United States crossing the political spectrum.

She envisioned that with Blue State spankos, the spanker wears leather pants and a studded tool belts while the spankees wear revealing corsets and thongs or no panties. When talking about red state spankos she sees tight collars and wash pants (I don’t know what wash pants are) and the red state spankee in white cotton panties (or not) and big cotton dresses. Pammie wrote “But they both enjoy it...really... although secretly.”

Well, I hate tight collars and as a genuine card-carrying member of the vast right wing conspiracy I'm wondering if I should feel offended by the suggestion that I pretend to not enjoy spanking.

I do thoroughly enjoy spanking from both sides of the paddle and it has no bearing on my libertarian leanings. Minx is by many measures a bleeding heart liberal and almost always pulls the wrong lever in the voting booth.

Perhaps that makes us some sort of hybrid spanko couple.

Wait a minute, I must admit I don’t really enjoy spanking when it’s time for my butt to be pointed in the air. That’s usually when my mind races to “What the hell was I thinking when I thought I enjoyed spanking!” I should also admit that just maybe we enjoy it secretly since we tend to avoid discussing it with neighbors or people we meet at the convenience store...

Oh well.

However, It has been apparent for quite some time that our two party political system in the United States leaves a lot to be desired.

Perhaps it’s time for a strong third party…

A party of spankos!

I can see it now, we would call our national convention...

“The Spanking Party-Party”.

Hell, according to the quoted research by the respected scientists at Manswers 41% of the population would show up and vote with us. With undecided voters and independent crossover (switches) and conquest votes we would easily take over the White House, Senate and House in short order.

Imagine that, a Spanking Party in the White House. The possibilities are certainly thought provoking. Perhpas the party would have seperate splinter fringe elements... The Belts, The Leathers, The Woods and The Canes.

I suppose in some respect this is all too confusing and can't be solved in the blog world alone, yet certainly deserves more study. Perhaps a federal grant to fund some research would be in order. I’m calling my Senators… we need this in the Health Bill.

Spankos at Manswers?

Dante has this video on his blog today. I couldn't get it to play without the background music so here's a copy:

Does Spanking Lead to Horniness? | SpikeTV | SPIKE.com

Of particular note is the percentage of spankos in America. Wow, double the rest of the world at 41%. Apparently the other 59% of Americans don't have sex. Still 41% is a good chunk of the population IMHO. Maybe it's because we grew up not only watching The Lucy Show but also we all have the DVD of the Duke dealing with Maureen O'Hara's attitude.

This isn't the first spanking "answer" at Mansers, here's another one just in case you need some help working on an addiction.

Wicked Videos, Latest Virals | | SPIKE.com

What a Weekend

Minx and I have known each other for about 3 years and have been together for more than a year now, in fact over 1 1/2 years if you count those things with vigor. For anyone who doesn't know... we've been more than just an item. Minx and I have been through some tough times together, tough times certainly test the temper of a relationship and ours has remained steadfast and perhaps only stronger.

Somehow, we still are in love.

No, not just the I'm a spanko and I found a like minded spanko so we'll give it a go kind of love... But, real love. Don't ask me why but on many levels it just plain looks like we were made for one another. It's just plain a good fit. Well, if you don't know it's a bit of an age mismatch, I'm a few years older than Minx. Well, maybe a bit more than a few... let's just say that since boys tend to mature slower than girls do, we found the intersection on that particular graph and we'll leave it at that.

This past weekend we found it necessary to make a several hundred mile jaunt to see relatives. There had been a death in the family and it's one of those times when relatives can't be avoided. Now for the uninitiated, let me tell you relatives can be the true litmus test of a relationship.

Don't get me wrong, I do not only appreciate Minx's relatives, I think I actually love them as much as that is possible. In fact it's not that they don't really seem to care that Moi... This dirty old man who spanks their daughter's ass red raw has entered their sweet little girl's life but they actually appear (at times) to be grateful. Sure, I've tainted her and soiled her otherwise pure heart and taken her to the far reaches of sexual extremes... Well, actually maybe she's done that to me. Yet, they still tolerate my being. Well, at least none of them attempted to murder me in my sleep, yet.

I'm a dog guy, always have been... always will be. I dunno, there's just something about dogs. We just connect, I understand dogs... their baser wants and needs. They at times only care about the man that will vigorously rub their breast bones (the same sensation they feel when they are humping) and rub behind their ears. It's kind of dog equivalent of being a man who can find a woman's 'g' spot. Well, in any event... usually after five minutes any dog I encounter becomes my life long friend... Except Minx's dog but that's only because he thinks he's a cat.

Couple of years ago I dated a lady who had a health guide dog. Whenever she was close to going into a pain seizure the dog would sense it and move or position her to a spot where she could be safe until the seizure was over. The dog was a VERY large German Shepherd and was VERY capable of protecting her... Well, not all the time. After first meeting them for a few minutes and saying hello to 'protection dog' I proceeded to spank her bottom raw and 'protection dog' didn't really seem to give a shit except for the fact that while I was spanking her, I wasn't paying attention to him. But I digress.

Being a dog guy somehow equates to being an 'a-oh-kay' guy as far as Minx's mother is concerned and that is the point that I've been trying to get at through this whole typing session.

When the weekend began we were outside and a (nosey) neighbor came by... I was introduced by Minx's mom as Minx's boyfriend. Before the weekend was halfway over my status changed, I became her 'son-in-law'. I liked it very much. By default Minx's mom declared me as being Minx's husband and that's a good thing. I'm sure it's only because I was well liked by the three dogs that were running around. Yeah, they're dog people.

(ex) Virgin Bottom and Birthday Boy

Things have been getting really tough lately and there hasn't been a lot of spanking around here and now is probably when we need it most. One of the few times that we've had some privacy, I was sick. Minx hasn't even been doing much reading of blogs let alone writing them and our stress levels have been hitting the roof.

I've been laid off for about four months now and unemployment compensation just doesn't cut it. We did have hopes of attending the fall SCONY get together since it's very close drive to us, however that certainly won't be happening. Neither Minx nor I have every been to a group gathering before and we were really looking forward to it. Imagine not having to be concerned with privacy!

Making matters worse Minx lost here job and lets just say that we are eating a lot more rice and ramen noodles. We haven't been able to pay the rent and apparently the landlord does not have enough of a sense of humor. Now we will be spending our last dollars to go see some relatives, short story... there has been a death in the family.

Finally the other night we did manage to get a spanking in, Minx was complaining that her buns of steel have atrophied and her bottom was virtually virgin. Not any more it's not, I gave some serious attention to her bottom that she still felt the next day.

Hopefully we can get some more spanking in. We've found that spanking for stress relief really does work, at least for a little while. Doesn't make the stress go away but it makes you forget about it for a while at least.

So, hopefully there will be some more spanking in our near future. Probably me soon too, just had a birthday (yeah, I'm a Leo) and there has been the threat of a birthday spanking for me that has yet to come to fruition.

I never heard of a birthday spanking until I got into TTWD. I dunno, guess all the people I hung around with either didn't ever do it or kept it to themselves. Now some questions, maybe someone knows...

Just what is appropriate for a birthday spanking?
Shouldn't it be a spank for every year?
Shouldn't it be sort of a ceremonious light smack sort of thing over clothes?

I would have thought that a quick light spank for every year but apparently I'm wrong. Minx who claims to know these things says that I'll have to be harshly bare bottom paddled, a solid minute for every year.

Gulp!

Well, in my case that's too damn close to an hour!

Shut Up and Spank

I was just reading a post at Finding Sara about the issue of Consensual Non-consent. It’s one of those things that apparently many of us who practice a form of DD have decided on. Basically, the short version for us, is Minx has consented to be spanked whenever and however I feel she deserves it, and she can not refuse the spanking. With where we are now it’s a two way street. I too will accept a spanking from Minx if she feels I need it and here is the tricky part, there is no safe word. Sara did a very good job of describing the circumstances so I won’t rehash it in detail but there have been times when we’ve had to put DD on hold while we decided if this is really what we wanted. Just yesterday it looked like one of those times was upon us.

It wasn't during a punishment spanking since Minx has been very good lately. It was just your every day run of the mill kind of a combination stress relief and reinforce discipline spanking. The spanking wasn't very hard but it was rather long as that sometimes helps Minx get to a release, maybe a little bit of DD’ish subspace. I was sitting in a folding chair and Minx's was OTK and all the way down with her butt presented perfectly... If it had been punishment with faster and harder strokes the position would have certainly have left an "impression"... but it wasn't. Suddenly she yelled out "Stop torturing me!"

It's been awhile, so my first reaction was that we must be at one of those consent quandaries. Well of course I stopped right away, stood her up and we talked... It seems what was bothering her wasn't the paddle, but my questions! She wanted me to just shut the hell up and spank.

First time THAT has happened

The Other Side of The Paddle

Minx at times, (perhaps not often enough) decides that she is going to try and satisfy my curiosity for submission.

Well, today was such a day.
Minx and I went out and partied a bit, and well... I've been trying to send signals that it's her turn to try and teach me what it might be like to be a submissive.

Damn that girl, she got the hint.

We came home from having a few brewskis at the club, and suddenly found ourselves with that ever so rare commodity.. Privacy.

I made some sort of offhand remark to suggest we play...
She responded with a certain... " Not me honey, you better stack the pillows on the bed so your ass can be up high..."

Well, mostly Dom that I am... Not today.
I promptly went to the bedroom and piled the pillows up high, got in position and waited. Damn theat girl didn't forget her comment and came into the bedroom.

Even worse...
She grabbed the canes. :(

It's a very strange dynamic we have, don't try this at home, your mileage will vary.

Minx has known, that her last punishment spankings have worn on me severely....
I've been concerned that I was too harsh and that I've put her through more than she could or should endure.

Well, belay that.
I told Minx that I wanted to know what I put her through... What it was like, stupid me...
She was all too willing to oblige.

My poor unsuspecting ass was propped high on a stack of pillows... "Oh, well, no matter what she has in mind it can't be too bad"

WRONG

She asked and stupid me told her that I wanted to know what it was like... the last MAJOR punishment that I gave her.

Well, let me just say that while you're getting 20 canes strokes, 10 with the thuddy and 10 with the thin stingy over a stack of pillows it's not very painful when you know that you feel10 of each again in the diaper position.

Yup, she did it.
Yup, it hurt like holy hell.
Yup, I enjoyed the comfort of her aftercare like I could not have imagined.... I hope it's always that way for her.

Damn, we have to BURN those canes.

Oh, the silly girl thinks she's going to give me a dose of the powertoys later on my already sore ass....

WRONG !!!
(I hope)

Punish a Spanko With a Spanking

Often people post on message boards that they are in a TIH or DD relationship and they wonder that if they are going to be true to the concept... How can a spanking be a punishment for a spanko?

Sometimes people look for alternative punishments that don’t involve spanking. There have only been a couple of non-spanking punishments that I have given Minx. One involved no CDs for her far too long ride to work, no TV and early bed-time. Well, that’s fine too if it works but there isn’t any reason why a spanking can’t be a punishment for someone who loves spankings. Even for a woman who finds spanking erotic (Minx), a punishment spanking takes on an entirely new dimension and is not anticipated with pleasure so yes, it can be viewed as potentially truly effective punishment.

Waiting for an earned punishment spanking and the knowledge that the earned spanking will be with evil implements instead of 'yummy' ones will completely change the entire dynamic. For some, sometimes corner time before a spanking might be the method but actually there is no reason why it can't be "tomorrow night" or whenever the HOH decides. Waiting also of course helps insure the punishment will not given while still angry.

Everyone does (or should) have in their collection several implements that garner the response "what was I thinking when I bought that thing". You know, the implements that she threatens to at least hide if not burn. We have our power toys and of course our cane-iac products. Our power toys can be used all the time but when they are used with "umph", proper position or long duration they become totally wicked and certainly scary.

Intensity, a truly painful spanking that will leave her "remembering" it for days every time she walks or sits, once experienced won’t be craved. This is a bit tricky because a spanking that leaves a memory for a few days can be yummy and exciting every time it’s felt. However, if the memory was of a truly unpleasant spanking the dynamic changes.

Multiple spankings can be a strong deterrent. Knowing that tomorrow morning's spanking will on a bottom that will be on a still, far too sore bottom takes away any craving value.

Aftercare should never be ignored and being able to say "It’s all over" should be the words she always hears at "first hug". However "every thing’s forgiven" the most powerful words in any kind of relationship should only be after the last spanking if multiples are assigned. Not hearing those keywords can avert any belief that the spanking was pleasant and forestall the "I think I’ll brat because I want another one of those spankings" mindset.

Position matters. OTK spankings can often be pleasant for some no matter if they are mild or severe so using different positions can help send a message. Over a chair, sofa or stack of pillows where there is no touching between spanker and spankee can add heighten awareness to the physical pain because the emotional comfort of contact is not there. Ankle grab or diaper position can insure that not only is the contact just by implement, but also that the sensations are instilled deeper and more "lasting".

Being able to spank long enough and hard enough beyond the point of what could ever be viewed as pleasant can be a difficult hurdle to cross for an HOH who really doesn’t enjoy seeing his love feel pain. Knowing that it’s what she not only really needs but also really wants are the emotional keys for an HOH to get to the level of being able to provide a truly painful and memorable spanking. Be steadfast yet be prepared to hear, "can't we not do that?" and maybe even attempts to be bribed out of it. The only response to those things is a question: "Would you be able to repsect me if I changed my mind?"

Yet Another Memorable Spanking

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Cane Pain v2.0

I think that since the cane is extreme, it's also very fast with it's result. Expeditious yes, in that it takes a yet to be punished bottom and goes from zero to major ouch quite quickly, it left her still needing more. So, More cane pain for Minx came last night. She thought it was needed too, so rattan met already tender bottom again with a promise of a paddling this morning. The only time we can get a spanking in, is very early morning when all the urchins are asleep. Since she has to leave so early it makes it virtually impossible for complete aftercare so it's not a prefered method. She thought about not waking me up, but she knew she needed it.

There's also no doubt that when a paddle lands on an already tender bottom the intensity is multiplied. Minx's reaction was strong even when I first started with just my bare hand now that I think about it. Usually Minx can take quite a bit of spanking of ever increasing intensity, before her legs start kicking but this morning her legs were running the three minute mile almost from the first swat.

All is now forgiven and never needs to be talked about again, I believe things are again all well, she is my Good Girl.

Cane Pain

Our biggest frustration is that we too rarely have any alone time. It wears on both of us far too much and unfortunately we aren’t in a financial position to do very much about it at this time. It becomes stressful to say the least and yesterday which was Minx’s day off threw some gasoline on the fire.

The day started off about the same as any other day, which is normally the way we like to see things. Unfortunately after running a few errands together I decided to meet my son’s pleas and spent about an hour helping him with his car. Combined with the time I spent trying to get the mower running (First Rite of Spring). Well, I think it left Minx in a bit of a mood probably feeling that on her day off, I should have been spending time with her. Mind you, I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately and Minx has been spending three weeks or so trying to get me to relax a bit. Well, yesterday afternoon she did her brattiest to reverse her previous efforts.

The small block Chrysler is one of the better engines that has ever come out of Detroit. Although a large part of my youth was spent playing with small block Chevy’s I can admire the sound of the Mopar (Chrysler) small block since the siamesed exhaust ports make it sound very much like the small block Chevy, a sound I truly enjoy. However, when I’m in the right lane doing a respectable 55 plus a little and I hear a roaring small block Mopar under heavy throttle... and it happens to be Minx’s vehicle passing me at an ever increasing speed… Well, I don’t find THAT enjoyable.

The cane can be a fascinating implement, albeit a bit difficult to master and most assuredly that more difficult to endure. Because of our privacy issues the cane has become a more often used implement, which Minx hates with a passion possibly even more than the Eco-Friendly bath brush mentioned in a previous post. To date probably the most intense cane experience were some "railroad tracks" that lasted maybe about a day. That has been surpassed, today Minx has her first real cane welt and it will likely be with her for a while.

One was enough for now, I won’t go into the rest of the details of why I punished her, but she is also forbidden to have her CDs for her (far too long) ride to work and was sent to bed early with no TV and no computer for this morning (which she forgot about). The challenges continue and evolve but never diminish my love for her, somehow it just gets stronger.

Story Board

Well I've been wondering what to do with my Story Blog and I've decide to bring many of the stoires over to the blog. Yeah, it's a PITA to read them since sometimes they appear in reverse order but that is the writing style anyway :).

So...
Look back by date and you will see a number of my (Story) writings re-appear on this blog.
Most are pre 12/07 so look down and back a few pages, you might like them :)

BD

Back Active and Rambling Off Topic

It's been a while since I've posted so much, or for that matter paid any real attention to this blog at all. Yesterday I "woke up" my "Story Blog", changed the blog template and changed over to a Blog Roll instead of links. I think I like it a lot now being that it is sorted by most recent update.

Yeah I know I could use iGoogle or one of those many desktop home pages or Readers... but for an ol' DOS guy like myself I just can't get into those things. Probably some subconscious thing that reminds me of Sidekick.

Image from http://www.vintage-computer.com/

You see back in the DOS 2.x or 3.x days you had to do everything you could to preserve every last bit of available memory you could. If things like files=20, buffers=20 stir a memory you know what I mean. Sidekick was this nifty program that gave you all sorts of desktop gadgets that were really neat but they were TSRs (Terminate and Stay Residents) in other words once they took a chunk of your precious memory they would not completely unload without rebooting the PC, which also made them PITAs and we all know what they are.

Well with these desktop thingys I start thinking about cookies and tracking cookies and the like and well damn it I like browsing with a bit of privacy but I suppose that's something of a moving target. I dunno, I wonder if I add say a nifty free Joke of The Day... will I be the 1 billionth person to do so and now a bunch of people sitting in a boardroom somewhere decide "That's it People, it's time to take JOTD public, were announcing an IPO". In other words what if I'm the guy that incites the next "Tech Bubble" and another blow to the economy.

So, I look at my resistance to using all those desktop thingy's as being a sacrifice to help protect and preserve what's left of the economy if not mankind itself, as we know it today.

Wicked Stingy

After several previous attempts to build up to it, last night for the first time Minx felt some "heartier" strikes from the cane. Ours came from Cane-i-Ac and is their OTK style. I was very proud of her, she was quivering with every stroke and yet managed to hold still. She was my very good girl. I gave her about 9 strokes over her clothes and then removed her panties. I gave a nice series and then asked her if she was ready to accept an intense one.... She responded that it was up to me... I responded that she should ask for what she needed, sh did. I was so very proud of her, the gift of her submission was extrodinary.

We then proceeded to a more traditional rather extended OTK spanking, we haven't had much opportunity lately with one exception of the Stress Relief that Minx gave me over the weekend.

Aftercare can not be over rated by the way.

Stress Relief

Well I've joined the ranks of the unemployed (again).

I spent most of last week mopeing around in a fog, with all the things going through my head that pre-occupy too many of our brains today... How will we make ends meet? How will ever get ahead? When will they decide to repo the vehicle? How can survive?

So Stress in bucket loads...

Minx had enough of it by Saturday and yup you guessed it...

I got a spanking, a BIG spanking. Damn I should never have tought that girl how to hold the paddle.

Well I think it worked, cleared the head a bit.

Life will go on and somehow we will prevail.

Memorable Spanking

One thing that has become too obvious lately is that I've not been able to spank Minx the way she needs to be spanked. There are lots of reasons but the most common reason is the lack of privacy and with work schedules how seldom we see one another.



However, what has happened over recent months is her spanking sessions have gotten harsh with more intense implements, but too quick.

In retrospect it's obvious that I've been having a hard time spanking Minx effectively. Somehow I love her more every day and that makes it harder to truly spank painfully for an extended period. The point being, that is exactly opposite of what she needs.



She hasn't been getting corner time intermissions just OTK or pillows till done. She hasn't been getting the A.A.A.C. (Avoid At All Costs) Spanking when she deserves it. Well, that changed, she told me and she got the good spanking she needed. There was corner time and prolonged sessions with some of our more "memory making" implements and she was sore for several days.


I truely have to work on knowing that she needs more.

Reminder spanking would have been good this weekend but it just wasn't in the cards.