I was just watching the show "Manswers" which is a chauvinistic show designed to answer the weird questions that are always in the back of mind of the average American male.
Well, to sum it all up, men are pigs, no great revelation here.
Some of the topics being covered were "What odors will turn woman on?"
and
"In what country is a man most likely to be satisfied orally?"
The answer by the way is Austria, something about the love of sausage I guess.
But I digress…
One of the brain teaser questions was: "What is the best way to beat an addiction?"
Well, guess what...
Not a 12 step plan…
Not methadone…
The best way to beat an addiction happens to be… "Getting Whipped" AKA: SPANKED!!!
So, how does one get an insurance company to cover those therapy sessions?
In any event…
What an incredible revelation.
Geessseee…
All along we’ve been on cutting edge of medical science and have never known it. However, in the pursuit of nothing less than establishing a standard that includes exploring the unknown for the betterment of mankind...
We will pursue the exploration to find the edge of the envelope.
We will continue to explore the cutting edge of science and be there for any new developments. Perhaps it's time for a Federal Grant to determine what is the most effective implement…
It’s about time we get some Federal Funding in the Spanko World.
28 October 2008
26 September 2008
Could Submission Help Foster Feminine?
Privacy is such a rare thing for Minx and I right now. So, when we have it, we must use it even if the time may not be right emotion wise to address certain needs in a proper manner. However, we use what time we can in what ever way we can.
The other night Minx and I lay in bed and I rolled her over bottom up and gave her a warm bottom with hand and one of the light hairbrushes. It wasn't a spanking for a specific reason, nor was it very severe. Somehow I just thought it was needed. Her first reaction was "Do you feel better now?" referring to my obvious (biological response to having secured her submission for a spanking) pleasure while I spanked her. In response to her question I handed her the hairbrush rolled over and gave her the opportunity to have revenge which she too merrily indulged in.
When done I asked her "Do you feel better now?". She thought about it for a few seconds and completely ignored the fact that I gave her the opportunity to spank me and responded that it had been a while since she had a chance to feel submissive and feminine.
Tonight I came home and found Minx asleep on the sofa with the TV on... Butt in the air... Well you know what I did! Yeah, she jumped up and quickly sat up protecting her bottom from further immediate attention. Later I came over and gave her bottom more attention and remarked how we now had a Kodak moment candidate for the "Spanking Classics Red Butt of the Year" Award.
Actually, I believe she was again happy to have submitted for no other reason than to know that having submitted to my will that she be spanked made her feel more feminine.
What think yee?
The other night Minx and I lay in bed and I rolled her over bottom up and gave her a warm bottom with hand and one of the light hairbrushes. It wasn't a spanking for a specific reason, nor was it very severe. Somehow I just thought it was needed. Her first reaction was "Do you feel better now?" referring to my obvious (biological response to having secured her submission for a spanking) pleasure while I spanked her. In response to her question I handed her the hairbrush rolled over and gave her the opportunity to have revenge which she too merrily indulged in.
When done I asked her "Do you feel better now?". She thought about it for a few seconds and completely ignored the fact that I gave her the opportunity to spank me and responded that it had been a while since she had a chance to feel submissive and feminine.
Tonight I came home and found Minx asleep on the sofa with the TV on... Butt in the air... Well you know what I did! Yeah, she jumped up and quickly sat up protecting her bottom from further immediate attention. Later I came over and gave her bottom more attention and remarked how we now had a Kodak moment candidate for the "Spanking Classics Red Butt of the Year" Award.
Actually, I believe she was again happy to have submitted for no other reason than to know that having submitted to my will that she be spanked made her feel more feminine.
What think yee?
18 September 2008
Creative Juices
Somehow I think Minx gets very nervous when my creative juices begin to flow.
Well, we needed something quieter for those special occaisions and I made a "homemade" Loopy Johny out of an old broom handle and a bungee cord.
Now you would think that Minx would be proud of me for having been very creative...
Not so.
She does not like it at all (especially when those creative juices land upon her cheeks).
She does not like the Loopy at all actually and gave me absolutely no serious "At-A-Boys" for having created it.
Yet, and here's the part that's NOT FAIR.... She had absolutley no reluctance to LIGHT MY ASS ON FIRE with the aforementioned Loopy Johnny durring a need for a quiet session upon my posterior a week or so ago.
This whole Spencer thing could get pretty ugly...
Damn, I need a new hobby.
Well, we needed something quieter for those special occaisions and I made a "homemade" Loopy Johny out of an old broom handle and a bungee cord.
Now you would think that Minx would be proud of me for having been very creative...
Not so.
She does not like it at all (especially when those creative juices land upon her cheeks).
She does not like the Loopy at all actually and gave me absolutely no serious "At-A-Boys" for having created it.
Yet, and here's the part that's NOT FAIR.... She had absolutley no reluctance to LIGHT MY ASS ON FIRE with the aforementioned Loopy Johnny durring a need for a quiet session upon my posterior a week or so ago.
This whole Spencer thing could get pretty ugly...
Damn, I need a new hobby.
06 September 2008
Broken Cane
I’m about to tell some things about Minx and I that neither her nor I have ever discussed or "blogged" about before in any sort of detail.
Anyone who has read our blogs knows how I won't hesitate to spank her poor bottom raw...
Well, she just might very well...
No, ah shit...
She WILL be returning the favor.
Now those of you who may have read some on the things here, or particularly on my Yahoo 360 know that I am not your typical eyeryday found on any street corner Dom-ish Disciplinarian. If you know anything about me you’ll know that my first sparks into non-vanilla-ism was based on some deep seeded need to be submissive. Butt, then there were complications.
Well, like an experienced subbie friend who when I told her that I thought I had some dom-ish tendencies told me that she could tell I was a natural Dom but she knew I had to find that out for myself. Although my whole approach to LDD has been keeping it as far from BDSM as possible there are of course those other times when minds drift to the D/S aspects for any sort of play.
Well all of this gets so complicated and confusing sometimes…
There are times when I know that the label of switch suites me best. In any event Minx has known this about me from the start, or actually before the start and one of the first things that came up when we became an item was that perhaps a "Spencer" thing might work really well for us (at her suggestion). No, not that she has ever had any Fem-Dom desires but she does have a basic desire to give me whatever I might want or need.
Uh… is that bottoming from the Top or subbing from the side…
well…
who knows…
It doesn’t really matter in the long run…
Butt…
I resisted.
In hindsight not because I didn’t know that she was probably right but because I’ve spent an hour or two Googling "Spencer Plan" and have come to the conclusion that there is little if any evidence of it being any more than an urban legend. Some sort of well organized hoax story… great idea that it may be.
My resistance with time has worn away by my inner desire at times to be on the wrong end of the paddle, and to find ways to be closer to her.
.
Fast forward to a week or three ago…
On one of those rare occasions I found myself face down into the bedcovers with my butt propped high… Minx sitting on my back to hold me down and spanking the living daylights out of my poor ass. Yeah, despite underlying curiosities and all I don’t submit very well. Now… here’s the thing. Minx got VERY wet and I got very excited (read hard) about the whole idea.
So…
I told Minx that I was wrong to brush off her long ago suggestion and told her that yes, it might just be the perfect thing for the two of us.
Well, that of course means that at some point I have to get the same sort of AAAC (Avoid At All Cost) spanking that she has become very familiar with. Hard as it may be she has done her best to give me that spanking (Apparently I need to be restrained for such a thing). On the couple of occasions that she has tried to get us going on that track… I’ve resisted and Dom-ed my way out of those spankings.
The really scary part for me is that she has learned (first-hand) from our toy collection what really, really hurts. Oh yeah, she knows how to use them all including the old broken cane. Perhaps she needs to scold me into submitting without restraint. She did get me over some pillows and managed to land about nine really memorable strokes with the old (broken 6" short) cane. It was that last stroke, she was more adept with each one… Stroke number nine was extrememly painful and left my ass with a sore sport that lasted for about five days.
The whole experience brought to mind one of Minx's better quotes: "What the hell was I thinking when I decided on this whole spanking thing… I need a new hobby." (Scarlet Minx, 2008)
One of the unique aspects is that the whole time I may be thinking that a spanking may be enroute to my ass... I still have to be there holding Minx accountable... the double edged paddle of a Spencer-ish relationship.
I know how hard it is for Minx to even try (in spite of our recent discovery about it’s ability to get her wet).
Uh-Oh, did I somehow uncover a closet FemDom? We do have very little free and private time together, however I know the sooner or later the inevitable will certainly arrive upon my poor cheeks.
Thank you God for the gift of letting me have this woman in my life… I love her so much!
Minx my sweetie...
I LOVE YOU!
Anyone who has read our blogs knows how I won't hesitate to spank her poor bottom raw...
Well, she just might very well...
No, ah shit...
She WILL be returning the favor.
Now those of you who may have read some on the things here, or particularly on my Yahoo 360 know that I am not your typical eyeryday found on any street corner Dom-ish Disciplinarian. If you know anything about me you’ll know that my first sparks into non-vanilla-ism was based on some deep seeded need to be submissive. Butt, then there were complications.
Well, like an experienced subbie friend who when I told her that I thought I had some dom-ish tendencies told me that she could tell I was a natural Dom but she knew I had to find that out for myself. Although my whole approach to LDD has been keeping it as far from BDSM as possible there are of course those other times when minds drift to the D/S aspects for any sort of play.
Well all of this gets so complicated and confusing sometimes…
There are times when I know that the label of switch suites me best. In any event Minx has known this about me from the start, or actually before the start and one of the first things that came up when we became an item was that perhaps a "Spencer" thing might work really well for us (at her suggestion). No, not that she has ever had any Fem-Dom desires but she does have a basic desire to give me whatever I might want or need.
Uh… is that bottoming from the Top or subbing from the side…
well…
who knows…
It doesn’t really matter in the long run…
Butt…
I resisted.
In hindsight not because I didn’t know that she was probably right but because I’ve spent an hour or two Googling "Spencer Plan" and have come to the conclusion that there is little if any evidence of it being any more than an urban legend. Some sort of well organized hoax story… great idea that it may be.
My resistance with time has worn away by my inner desire at times to be on the wrong end of the paddle, and to find ways to be closer to her.
.
Fast forward to a week or three ago…
On one of those rare occasions I found myself face down into the bedcovers with my butt propped high… Minx sitting on my back to hold me down and spanking the living daylights out of my poor ass. Yeah, despite underlying curiosities and all I don’t submit very well. Now… here’s the thing. Minx got VERY wet and I got very excited (read hard) about the whole idea.
So…
I told Minx that I was wrong to brush off her long ago suggestion and told her that yes, it might just be the perfect thing for the two of us.
Well, that of course means that at some point I have to get the same sort of AAAC (Avoid At All Cost) spanking that she has become very familiar with. Hard as it may be she has done her best to give me that spanking (Apparently I need to be restrained for such a thing). On the couple of occasions that she has tried to get us going on that track… I’ve resisted and Dom-ed my way out of those spankings.
The really scary part for me is that she has learned (first-hand) from our toy collection what really, really hurts. Oh yeah, she knows how to use them all including the old broken cane. Perhaps she needs to scold me into submitting without restraint. She did get me over some pillows and managed to land about nine really memorable strokes with the old (broken 6" short) cane. It was that last stroke, she was more adept with each one… Stroke number nine was extrememly painful and left my ass with a sore sport that lasted for about five days.
The whole experience brought to mind one of Minx's better quotes: "What the hell was I thinking when I decided on this whole spanking thing… I need a new hobby." (Scarlet Minx, 2008)
One of the unique aspects is that the whole time I may be thinking that a spanking may be enroute to my ass... I still have to be there holding Minx accountable... the double edged paddle of a Spencer-ish relationship.
I know how hard it is for Minx to even try (in spite of our recent discovery about it’s ability to get her wet).
Uh-Oh, did I somehow uncover a closet FemDom? We do have very little free and private time together, however I know the sooner or later the inevitable will certainly arrive upon my poor cheeks.
Thank you God for the gift of letting me have this woman in my life… I love her so much!
Minx my sweetie...
I LOVE YOU!
01 September 2008
Lots of Sting
Well Minx has a very sore bottom and this series of spankings probably the most severe she has ever had from me.
She certainly deserved a good spanking but she crossed the line and misbehaved durring the spanking, she wrote about it on her blog so I won't repeat it here but lets just say her mouth got out of control when she saw the bath brush.
Minx hates sting, so I made sure she got plenty very intense sting. What she doesn't get very often but she did get this time was that deeper muscle soreness that stays after the sting is gone.
As time goes by I love Minx more and more every day. Being someone who has paddled a number of naughty bottoms over the past couple of years, you would think it would get easier for me. The thing of it is it's actually getting pretty hard to spank Minx. It's one thing to do a GG spanking but when she needs a really good spanking it gets harder to do every time.
She certainly deserved a good spanking but she crossed the line and misbehaved durring the spanking, she wrote about it on her blog so I won't repeat it here but lets just say her mouth got out of control when she saw the bath brush.
Minx hates sting, so I made sure she got plenty very intense sting. What she doesn't get very often but she did get this time was that deeper muscle soreness that stays after the sting is gone.
As time goes by I love Minx more and more every day. Being someone who has paddled a number of naughty bottoms over the past couple of years, you would think it would get easier for me. The thing of it is it's actually getting pretty hard to spank Minx. It's one thing to do a GG spanking but when she needs a really good spanking it gets harder to do every time.
13 July 2008
No Free Time... No Privacy
It's been quite a while since I've had the time to do much of anything in the way of browsing the net, let alone post any blogs. Work has been very demanding, yet provides woefully inadequate financial reward. It's been very difficult for both Minx and I lately and I don't think either one of us could survive without having the strength of the other to rely on.
In any event we're still here and counting on better tomorrows.
In any event we're still here and counting on better tomorrows.
01 July 2008
When You Don't Want a Spanking... You Really Need One
Tonight I slapped Minx's behind a few times and she yelled that she didn't want a spanking... That's when I knew without a doubt that she really needs a very, very good spanking.
Sometimes not having privacy is just an inconvenience, sometimes I think in our case it's too often the norm and the most insideous thing that we have fighting our relationship. Both ways by the way. We have and we can practice to a degree mutual LDD... When and if we can actually practice it... Not quite a "Spencer Plan", but there are times when I do find the need to know that Minx has in the past... and hopefully will in the future hold me accountable for certain things... Much to her regret sometimes I think, because I don't believe she get's as much out of that weird aspect as I would hope that she would. Weird shit I know, but who of us could claim to be 100% normal.
BUTT...
I digress...
Minx, when you wake tomorrow and find that finally... after a very long time... I've posted to my blog the important thing for you to know is that you will be getting a very, very memorable spanking. Yeah, I know... When? Well... whenever we can have the needed privacy. Might be sooner than you would expect so you should sit comfortable while you can my sweet woman that I love so much.
Sometimes not having privacy is just an inconvenience, sometimes I think in our case it's too often the norm and the most insideous thing that we have fighting our relationship. Both ways by the way. We have and we can practice to a degree mutual LDD... When and if we can actually practice it... Not quite a "Spencer Plan", but there are times when I do find the need to know that Minx has in the past... and hopefully will in the future hold me accountable for certain things... Much to her regret sometimes I think, because I don't believe she get's as much out of that weird aspect as I would hope that she would. Weird shit I know, but who of us could claim to be 100% normal.
BUTT...
I digress...
Minx, when you wake tomorrow and find that finally... after a very long time... I've posted to my blog the important thing for you to know is that you will be getting a very, very memorable spanking. Yeah, I know... When? Well... whenever we can have the needed privacy. Might be sooner than you would expect so you should sit comfortable while you can my sweet woman that I love so much.
16 March 2008
Mea Culpa
Kinda weird, yeah...
Well, Minx and I can't really always talk since there is the shift thing... So, dear reader... You are privy to see some first person communication between Minx and I !
We haven’t ironed out all of the specifics it will take quite some time I’m sure, but we do have a unique DD relationship since I happen to be a switch.
Sexuality can and does play into such relationships where it isn’t just one partner who could find themselves with a tender bottom. Yes, spanking in spite of the painful discipline aspect can be, and most certainly is an erotic experience. Giving control to someone you love is just one of those things… or having control taken by the one you love… same thing.
So, that means that Minx on many more than one occasion has managed to spank my bottom tender. No, she doesn’t have it down perfect yet, but she has gotten much, much more effective each time she has spanked me. If I have to crawl over her lap I do know for a fact that by the time it is over I will have a very hot sore bottom. In fact it’s gotten to the point where yes, sexually it is exciting to think that she can (and will) do it, but on the other hand it’s far some something that I would actually look forward too. Of course, she has had some of her best tutoring at me knee. She has learned how to spank very hard, very long and very effectively and we don’t really know what it is, perhaps a little bit of switch in her persona. Or, just the idea of being the wonderful submissive that she is, she is somehow getting into the roll and liking it as if I’m topping from the bottom. Butt, she is liking the idea of turning my bottom red and purple, perhaps a little too much.
Things have been a bit difficult for Minx and I for the past few weeks. I was sick, she had a business trip, privacy has been at a premium and this past week one of my sons broke a bone and needed surgery. So, it’s been hard to pay attention to one another and hard to have any time at all to ourselves.
Additionaly, it's not always easy for her to see how much she lights up my life when she walks in the room. You see, I've found my perfect love. How do I identify Minx as my perfect love? Two words, actually a name... Ronald Reagan. Yeah, I'm a Red State kind of guy and Ronny can in many ways be my hero. However it's the love of Nancy Reagan that I wish to speak about. Ronald Reagan was in the White House and his aide was at his side. Nancy came in to see him and they talked and kissed and she then left the room. Ronny watched her leave and then turned to his aide and said " She is the only person in the world who can make me feel lonely, just by leaving the room.". He was in love, really in love with Nancy. I always hoped I could find a woman like that. Praise te Lord and pass the amunition... that lady is Minx.
Well sorry to say, Minx it turns out has been pissed at me and getting more pissed by the day and the hour. Yeah, I’m a guy so at times I do bark a bit in spite of my best efforts to be patient and remain in control of my mood. Well, poor Minx, she hasn’t been taking it well. The result has been that she hasn’t felt that she could talk to me and she has thought that anytime I’m not happy and smiling it must be because I’m upset with her. Well that’s certainly not true. Still, I felt quite a bit guilty about it and of all things, she decided that I needed my bottom heated because of it. Ok, well… Yes Mam. I of course fell into super apologetic mode and became perfectly willing to jump over to my submissive side, because I must have caused this problem for this wonderful woman that I love so much.
Well, back to the scenario of not having the perfect time and privacy for each other. So, I told her that I would do something about it and make sure she could take care of things. We need more quiet implements. My once almost scary rattan cane broke to about a 20" stubby, perhaps a bit of a OTK cane but certainly not scary quiet welt maker. "Minx, we need some quiet devices. I’m going to make a Loopy Johnny so you can tear my poor guilty butt apart and turn it into red and purple Jell-O and me into a quivering mass of guilty remorse". Well I did say something like that, although perhaps I didn’t use those exact words but she got the idea and so do you.
So, I did it. I made a rather formidable loopy and quite frankly I have absolutely no desire to feel it’s bite on my poor bottom. I tried it on my thigh and it has no allure for my somewhat nervous ass. The handle has to be about 12 or 14" long and for the business end, I put the leftover from a bungee cord that unwillingly gave it’s life for this device. I did make sure that it would stay put, I taped the bungee to the end of the handle (which I notched for the cord) and then poured a bunch of super glue into the attachment to make sure that no matter how hard the little bugger ripped my quivering butt it could still survive and rip more butt. Oh, and then I found the remnants of an old fishing rod in the cellar and placed the two together on top of the dresser for her to use as best she saw fit. That effin fishing rod BTW is one wicked welt maker… We’re talking no sit for a week kind of thing.
So, all sorts of wicked tools are available at Minx’s hand for her to use on my poor doomed butt. What happened? Nothing. Yeah, and now I’ve decided that things have to go the other way… Minx is the one who needs to be spanked.
Here’s the thing. Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was too short with her. Maybe I was just too insensitive for her needs. Well, I went almost an entire day of doing the Mea Culpa thing… Then, well… If and when you are wrong and you are willing to accept responsibility and consequences for any possible wrongdoing…. That’s wonderful. However, your Mea Culpa needs to be accepted and eventually you need to be forgiven.
That did not happen.
Imagine me, trying to be submissive (as best I can) an almost sometimes Dom that I am, and asking for forgiveness… and not getting it. Uh, hello… how do you spell mistake and where was it made?
Ok, that went on for a while… times up.
Well Miss Minx…
You had the chance to forgive me as I would do in a heart beat for you… Butt, since you did not… Now, I think maybe, you were playing it for whatever it was worth. I think that maybe you were wondering concisely or not just what this role thing might do for you and I think that to a degree you were playing it for what it was worth and wondering. Nope, PMS is not an excuse. We needed to rest our heads on the pillow with things resolved, and that didn’t happen. Now, I’ve jumped back and I’m in HOH mode.
I’m just a little upset little lady.
Real or imagined, whatever has kept you from feeling open to me and not able to talk to me has done some damage and I will NOT let our relationship be damaged. Our relationship won’t be damaged by me and not by you… and certainly not by some sort of wall that I’m more than capable of, and willing to make endless efforts to tear down.
You, young lady will be getting a toasty warm bottom, you will not now or ever take advantage of my willingness to accept that maybe I did something wrong, then play it against us. Ok, maybe you did not, maybe you did but didn’t know it would have these consequences so maybe the sound spanking that you will be getting isn’t really fair in your mind. Well, it can’t always be fair and you do know that. However one way or another I will put an end to it, when it is done everyone and everything will be forgiven, period.
For one reason more than any other,
I love you sweetie...
Well, yeah back to the concept that you readers will know this as soon or sooner than Minx sees it. Yeah, who knows how she will read this. Butt, by the times she reads this the alarm will have gone off, she will have had a cup of coffee... So, before she leaves for work she will either come back into the bedroom and throw her cup of coffee on me, or... give me a hug and tell me she loves me too.
I'm betting on the latter.
Oh, BTW little lady, submission and maintenance spankings are back on as soon as, and whenever I see fit that they are needed, period.
Oh, Considering the season....
Mary Kate Danerher...
Do you go for it?
Well, Minx and I can't really always talk since there is the shift thing... So, dear reader... You are privy to see some first person communication between Minx and I !
We haven’t ironed out all of the specifics it will take quite some time I’m sure, but we do have a unique DD relationship since I happen to be a switch.
Sexuality can and does play into such relationships where it isn’t just one partner who could find themselves with a tender bottom. Yes, spanking in spite of the painful discipline aspect can be, and most certainly is an erotic experience. Giving control to someone you love is just one of those things… or having control taken by the one you love… same thing.
So, that means that Minx on many more than one occasion has managed to spank my bottom tender. No, she doesn’t have it down perfect yet, but she has gotten much, much more effective each time she has spanked me. If I have to crawl over her lap I do know for a fact that by the time it is over I will have a very hot sore bottom. In fact it’s gotten to the point where yes, sexually it is exciting to think that she can (and will) do it, but on the other hand it’s far some something that I would actually look forward too. Of course, she has had some of her best tutoring at me knee. She has learned how to spank very hard, very long and very effectively and we don’t really know what it is, perhaps a little bit of switch in her persona. Or, just the idea of being the wonderful submissive that she is, she is somehow getting into the roll and liking it as if I’m topping from the bottom. Butt, she is liking the idea of turning my bottom red and purple, perhaps a little too much.
Things have been a bit difficult for Minx and I for the past few weeks. I was sick, she had a business trip, privacy has been at a premium and this past week one of my sons broke a bone and needed surgery. So, it’s been hard to pay attention to one another and hard to have any time at all to ourselves.
Additionaly, it's not always easy for her to see how much she lights up my life when she walks in the room. You see, I've found my perfect love. How do I identify Minx as my perfect love? Two words, actually a name... Ronald Reagan. Yeah, I'm a Red State kind of guy and Ronny can in many ways be my hero. However it's the love of Nancy Reagan that I wish to speak about. Ronald Reagan was in the White House and his aide was at his side. Nancy came in to see him and they talked and kissed and she then left the room. Ronny watched her leave and then turned to his aide and said " She is the only person in the world who can make me feel lonely, just by leaving the room.". He was in love, really in love with Nancy. I always hoped I could find a woman like that. Praise te Lord and pass the amunition... that lady is Minx.
Well sorry to say, Minx it turns out has been pissed at me and getting more pissed by the day and the hour. Yeah, I’m a guy so at times I do bark a bit in spite of my best efforts to be patient and remain in control of my mood. Well, poor Minx, she hasn’t been taking it well. The result has been that she hasn’t felt that she could talk to me and she has thought that anytime I’m not happy and smiling it must be because I’m upset with her. Well that’s certainly not true. Still, I felt quite a bit guilty about it and of all things, she decided that I needed my bottom heated because of it. Ok, well… Yes Mam. I of course fell into super apologetic mode and became perfectly willing to jump over to my submissive side, because I must have caused this problem for this wonderful woman that I love so much.
Well, back to the scenario of not having the perfect time and privacy for each other. So, I told her that I would do something about it and make sure she could take care of things. We need more quiet implements. My once almost scary rattan cane broke to about a 20" stubby, perhaps a bit of a OTK cane but certainly not scary quiet welt maker. "Minx, we need some quiet devices. I’m going to make a Loopy Johnny so you can tear my poor guilty butt apart and turn it into red and purple Jell-O and me into a quivering mass of guilty remorse". Well I did say something like that, although perhaps I didn’t use those exact words but she got the idea and so do you.
So, I did it. I made a rather formidable loopy and quite frankly I have absolutely no desire to feel it’s bite on my poor bottom. I tried it on my thigh and it has no allure for my somewhat nervous ass. The handle has to be about 12 or 14" long and for the business end, I put the leftover from a bungee cord that unwillingly gave it’s life for this device. I did make sure that it would stay put, I taped the bungee to the end of the handle (which I notched for the cord) and then poured a bunch of super glue into the attachment to make sure that no matter how hard the little bugger ripped my quivering butt it could still survive and rip more butt. Oh, and then I found the remnants of an old fishing rod in the cellar and placed the two together on top of the dresser for her to use as best she saw fit. That effin fishing rod BTW is one wicked welt maker… We’re talking no sit for a week kind of thing.
So, all sorts of wicked tools are available at Minx’s hand for her to use on my poor doomed butt. What happened? Nothing. Yeah, and now I’ve decided that things have to go the other way… Minx is the one who needs to be spanked.
Here’s the thing. Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was too short with her. Maybe I was just too insensitive for her needs. Well, I went almost an entire day of doing the Mea Culpa thing… Then, well… If and when you are wrong and you are willing to accept responsibility and consequences for any possible wrongdoing…. That’s wonderful. However, your Mea Culpa needs to be accepted and eventually you need to be forgiven.
That did not happen.
Imagine me, trying to be submissive (as best I can) an almost sometimes Dom that I am, and asking for forgiveness… and not getting it. Uh, hello… how do you spell mistake and where was it made?
Ok, that went on for a while… times up.
Well Miss Minx…
You had the chance to forgive me as I would do in a heart beat for you… Butt, since you did not… Now, I think maybe, you were playing it for whatever it was worth. I think that maybe you were wondering concisely or not just what this role thing might do for you and I think that to a degree you were playing it for what it was worth and wondering. Nope, PMS is not an excuse. We needed to rest our heads on the pillow with things resolved, and that didn’t happen. Now, I’ve jumped back and I’m in HOH mode.
I’m just a little upset little lady.
Real or imagined, whatever has kept you from feeling open to me and not able to talk to me has done some damage and I will NOT let our relationship be damaged. Our relationship won’t be damaged by me and not by you… and certainly not by some sort of wall that I’m more than capable of, and willing to make endless efforts to tear down.
You, young lady will be getting a toasty warm bottom, you will not now or ever take advantage of my willingness to accept that maybe I did something wrong, then play it against us. Ok, maybe you did not, maybe you did but didn’t know it would have these consequences so maybe the sound spanking that you will be getting isn’t really fair in your mind. Well, it can’t always be fair and you do know that. However one way or another I will put an end to it, when it is done everyone and everything will be forgiven, period.
For one reason more than any other,
I love you sweetie...
Well, yeah back to the concept that you readers will know this as soon or sooner than Minx sees it. Yeah, who knows how she will read this. Butt, by the times she reads this the alarm will have gone off, she will have had a cup of coffee... So, before she leaves for work she will either come back into the bedroom and throw her cup of coffee on me, or... give me a hug and tell me she loves me too.
I'm betting on the latter.
Oh, BTW little lady, submission and maintenance spankings are back on as soon as, and whenever I see fit that they are needed, period.
Oh, Considering the season....
Mary Kate Danerher...
Do you go for it?
04 March 2008
Belt and Hairbrush
Time and again when reading spanking oriented blogs or posts on spanking forums I'm amazed by the significance and the power of the belt. Simple device that it may be, somehow it has some sort of mystical power over so many women, perhaps some sort of symbol of masculine power. It would seem that many women have such a strong reaction, the butterflies in the tummy, the tinlge that runs up the spine and all from just the sight of the belt being removed or even more powerfully the sound of the belt being pulled from the pant loops. The sound can clear a brain in turmoil and stop all other distractions and it commands complete attenion.
Perhaps it's the sense of immediatecy, things will be dealt with now, right now and there is no point in trying to talk your way out. "Young lady, talk is over. Your bottom is going to be getting real hot and red right now and that's all there is to it". Conversely, for men who are spanked the sight of a woman with a stern posture holding a hairbrush has a similar powerful visual impact.
(art found at spanked hubby)
Perhaps it's the anticipation, perhaps it's knowing that there is no escape and the activity that is about to play out on one's bottom is inevitable. Whatever the trigger, the power of these sights and sounds is far more powerful than the sting and burn.
What do you think about when you see and hear these symbols? Do they get your attention unlike anything else?
02 March 2008
Flying Fans the Fanny
Well, just got back from the airport. Up at 03:30 this AM to take Minx to the airport, she's off on a business trip this week. Flying off to warm weather, and of course she's flying with a warm bottom. Not the most comfortable ride on a airline seat... yeah, she'll be in that seat for most of the day.
We finally had the opportunity to deal with the speeding issue the day before yesterday. I'm sure she will be remembering it for a while. We did a GG spanking last night and I'm sure that I managed toapply some fresh heat to her still tender tushie. She mentioned that the fire ants were attacking her cheeks when she sits certain ways.
Bonnie from MBS linked to Minx's blog yesterday, so I'm sure she'll be getting a lot more visitors now. The number of visitors to this blog have gone way down since I checked the "adult content" box on the blogger settings page. Now when someone comes to this page they get the "are you sure you want ot see this stuff" page. Antoher draw back is that I can no longer see what site refered the visitor. I do like to link to site that link here but now I can't see them, this is a 'Blogger' page and I don't see the raw logs since it's not "my" site. Kind of a bummer, but after the wiki art site went down I don't want to give anyone a reason to take this blog down.
Poor Minx won't have a PC all week while she's away, some scum stole the RAM chip out of her laptop so it's out of commision until we can replace it. Unless we hit powerball that won't be for a few weeks yet.
28 February 2008
Derailed
When things appear to be progressing just so well, watch out. That's when life will slap you in the face with a cold dead fish and yells "Surprise!"
Minx and I have had a tough week or so, she fell and hurt her back and then I managed to come down with a wicked case of the flu or something. Really interesting... just when I started to get used to some of the symptoms... they would change or get worse.
Minx and I have had a tough week or so, she fell and hurt her back and then I managed to come down with a wicked case of the flu or something. Really interesting... just when I started to get used to some of the symptoms... they would change or get worse.
The hardest part for Minx has to have been discovering how miserable and how much of a turtle I am whenever I'm sick, just leave me alone in my shell. I think it may have something to do with the way I hate self pity and how I especially hate it in myself, hence I just want to be left alone to bask in my misery. Well, I'm finally starting to feel like a human being again so hopefully I'm done with my sick time... for the year I hope. I'm certainly anxious to get back on track and I know Minx is too, soon I think but it can't be soon enough.
Minx wrote on her blog about the incident with the speeding that she knows she'll be getting a very memorble spanking for. It's one of those things that we've talked about before and now I have to be extra certain that we don't have to talk about it again. Often the worst part of knowing that a severe spanking is on the way, is the waiting and this time the wait has been extra long. It's also been a time when we can't be very close in the touchy feely way. The hugs have been weak because of sore backs and the kisses have been missing to avoid sharing germs.
Minx has been a very good girl through all of this and I'm sure that she would like to ask me if she can get a good girl spanking instead of the punishment spanking. Well, yes dear. You have certainly earned a special good girl spanking... too.
14 February 2008
Buns of Steel?
I would rather be curled up in the blankets right now but I have been ordered to write this post. I am so exhausted, cold, and feel very contrite.
I knew I had blown it again…how many times now...have we talked about this rule of five cups of coffee a day? No More!
I can’t remember to be honest but I will remember tonight!
I already knew I blew it, I already knew I disappointed him again.
In knowing that made me feel somewhat bad, but I really had no idea just how bad until I turned around from standing in the corner and saw the mound of pillows and then I truly knew just how much I had disappointed him.
I just knew that the belt was coming off and was going to meeting my bottom with a searing heat. And that it did!
Each and every lash took my breath away. I was made to count the last six and that was very hard too do.
Then came the paddle...I can’t believe how bad that hurt. I knew in my heart I deserved what I was getting. I tried my hardest to stay put and not cover my bottom.
I must be honest and say…I have never felt as punished as I did tonight.
Being put to bed after my punishment really had an impact on me, he made his point and it came across very clear to me. I am a very stubborn woman and I am used to getting my own way. Seriously here, I realize know that I will not get my way on this.
BUT….honestly…my bottom is not made of steel!!!!!
I give up…you win…..NO MORE then 5 cups of coffee!
I Promise…I Love You and I am sorry
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