The kids are visiting for the school holidays again...
bad is when your adolescent son finds pictures on your computer of naked women, strapped to a hotel bench, bright red bottoms and obvious marks along with wide, wide smiles and glassy eyes...
really bad is when he finds them on your camera...
(okay this has not yet happened, just what I have nightmares about...)
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Paddling The Cowgirl
just a short scene about a paddling... a Halloween party, and this woman isn't just dressed as a cowgirl, she really is one, for a living, real spurs and all and if I ever objected to cowboy (cowgirl) boots with a skirt I won't any more - as long as it's a really, really short skirt.
This was one of these friend-of-a-friend things, so there was no real dynamic, just sort of "let's play" and I couldn't say for sure who said that... but we end up in a spare room, along with a few other people and a handful of straps. Talk about topping from the bottom, she left no doubt who was in charge and, not knowing her, I didn't want to push it - and it must've been working for her, her bottom was tanned pretty good but oh-so-smoothly and some of these were not light straps.
She was misbehaving with another brat, which was extremely disruptive, but we eventually got in under control - I had her bent over the back of a regular chair, holding the seat, and we moved to where the chair was against the wall and couldn't slide forward and the brats were decently separated.
By this time I had strapped her hard with several different straps, which she loved, probably spanked her some, too... all of which she soaked up like desert sand taking in rain. Narrow perfectly padded bottom on a body that was like, you couldn't decide between athletic and nice curves and this was the perfect compromise...
She complained that I was wrapping a bit so I corrected that... and then she produced a long frat paddle, I think a half-inch - thinner than I'm used to but not one of the super-thin quarter-inch ones - and full of holes, asked if I knew how to use it - I said "sure, this is my end, that's your end" - which made her scowl... but after a couple of swats - she was still bent over the back of this lightweight chair - she stood up and said I was over-hitting, to focus on the near cheek and let the far take care of itself (partly because the paddle, being thin and full of holes, was more flexible than I'm used to, and her bottom was not entirely as wide as I'm used to). I tried again and got "nope, too far, nope, too far..." finally got it about right... for a couple... then she stood up and said no again - I offered to tied her arms to the chair... she knew I was serious - I was dressed as Indiana Jones and had rope hanging from my belt - and said no... got her to bend over again and laid one on that I knew was good - the heaviness with which I was swatting her was also making the paddle flex more... she said that was good and I suggested that she count the good ones out loud and could skip the ones she didn't like... she counted one and two - and I mean, I laid into her... skipped the next one, counted the third and jumped up saying "enough, I want to be able to play for the rest of the party..." anyway, great fun...
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This was one of these friend-of-a-friend things, so there was no real dynamic, just sort of "let's play" and I couldn't say for sure who said that... but we end up in a spare room, along with a few other people and a handful of straps. Talk about topping from the bottom, she left no doubt who was in charge and, not knowing her, I didn't want to push it - and it must've been working for her, her bottom was tanned pretty good but oh-so-smoothly and some of these were not light straps.
She was misbehaving with another brat, which was extremely disruptive, but we eventually got in under control - I had her bent over the back of a regular chair, holding the seat, and we moved to where the chair was against the wall and couldn't slide forward and the brats were decently separated.
By this time I had strapped her hard with several different straps, which she loved, probably spanked her some, too... all of which she soaked up like desert sand taking in rain. Narrow perfectly padded bottom on a body that was like, you couldn't decide between athletic and nice curves and this was the perfect compromise...
She complained that I was wrapping a bit so I corrected that... and then she produced a long frat paddle, I think a half-inch - thinner than I'm used to but not one of the super-thin quarter-inch ones - and full of holes, asked if I knew how to use it - I said "sure, this is my end, that's your end" - which made her scowl... but after a couple of swats - she was still bent over the back of this lightweight chair - she stood up and said I was over-hitting, to focus on the near cheek and let the far take care of itself (partly because the paddle, being thin and full of holes, was more flexible than I'm used to, and her bottom was not entirely as wide as I'm used to). I tried again and got "nope, too far, nope, too far..." finally got it about right... for a couple... then she stood up and said no again - I offered to tied her arms to the chair... she knew I was serious - I was dressed as Indiana Jones and had rope hanging from my belt - and said no... got her to bend over again and laid one on that I knew was good - the heaviness with which I was swatting her was also making the paddle flex more... she said that was good and I suggested that she count the good ones out loud and could skip the ones she didn't like... she counted one and two - and I mean, I laid into her... skipped the next one, counted the third and jumped up saying "enough, I want to be able to play for the rest of the party..." anyway, great fun...
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A little too far...
I took the plastic top off of a scented candle and it says on it - "Recycle Before Use." Has this maybe gone a bit far?
How about we take it straight from the store to the recycle bin? I mean, okay, I probably have done with a few things, but there were years in my closet in between...
I'm not even sure how you'd know if you recycled something before you used it, or not - or if someone else had. Do you think it would say on the label?
How about we take it straight from the store to the recycle bin? I mean, okay, I probably have done with a few things, but there were years in my closet in between...
I'm not even sure how you'd know if you recycled something before you used it, or not - or if someone else had. Do you think it would say on the label?
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sleeping on planes
been on a couple of long plane trips lately, and I always take a sleepmask, especially on the red-eye - you know, those blue, silky on one side, padded things...
but somewhere in my collecting I picked up this blindfold - not too directly kinky - fluffy lined eye cups, thin black leather, but nice... probably ought to be wearing this, huh?
the picture kind of sucks, we'll see if we can show it on someone...
no telling who I might meet...
but somewhere in my collecting I picked up this blindfold - not too directly kinky - fluffy lined eye cups, thin black leather, but nice... probably ought to be wearing this, huh?
the picture kind of sucks, we'll see if we can show it on someone...
no telling who I might meet...
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Bad Santa
If you haven't got any kids around, check out Bad Santa with Billy Bob Thorton and Lauren Graham:
if you have got kids around, learn to look at a DVD's rating before you put it in...
What's this got to do with spanking? Nothing except that this Gilmore Girl certainly earns one or two (lifetimes worth) in this cute little role...
if you have got kids around, learn to look at a DVD's rating before you put it in...
What's this got to do with spanking? Nothing except that this Gilmore Girl certainly earns one or two (lifetimes worth) in this cute little role...
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