Thursday, November 05, 2009
Hallowe'en Sale
Went to the "party" store, they had Halloween stuff at 40% off - I got a rat, an arm, leg, and tongue. The rat and the tongue were motorized. But they charged me full price for the tongue, they said it wasn't a Halloween product.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
The End of DST
Okay, I've been saving daylight for six months and I don't even have enough to make it through half a day... sort of like my retirement account...
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Back In the Backseat
well, we're at her place - as are her kids, just a fact of life... but I'm not real comfortable playing, not even quietly. Though, how much of a problem can this present? After all, we all went to high school...
The options for playing in the car are limitless, and I've added a few ideas since graduation, but in this case it's pretty easy - the garage will give us complete sound privacy and her minivan will give us a place to sit and plenty of room.
Despite it being a beautiful summer night, the garage turns out to be approximately the temperature of an automotive engine cooling off and inside the van is no better if not worse. We've had a (very) little wine so we don't want to be driving too far... so we just pull it out and park, idling, at the curb. After waiting for the temperature to drop to a very comfortable level we pull back into the garage, bring the door down, and climb in back without opening the doors to the hot interior air. Hmmm, sort of like Jack and Rose (or Jack! and Rose! Jack! Rose! Jack! Rose!) in Titanic, when they sneak into the car hold...
Though Rose was not over Jack's knee in the far-back bench seat of a mini-van... and she didn't have her head buried in the corner of the seat - nor did she notice for the first time a pull-tab in said corner, nor pull it and have the seatback spring forward and smack her on the head - not the kind of smacking we were looking for.
I've got my hand and my belt, which is always plenty, isn't it? And I can spank hard when I need to... just have to do so at the right time, right? So things are going well, despite the rising heat, which was not all due to us... and she must be enjoying it, she's relaxing with her eyes closed despite being spanked pretty firmly, or being strapped with the belt nicely doubled or even with the wicked single end...
and it's not continuous, I pause now and then, making it last... during one such pauses we do notice that the heat is getting back up there, but all things considered it's a small price to pay, you have to expect some inconveniences.
"And then there's that," I mention as the light on the garage door opener times out, leaving us in a darkness deeper than Kafka's later works. I mean, it is black. She's got her head sort of buried and her eyes closed so she has no idea what I'm talking about. And hey, it's not like I can't find my target, I start back up. At some point she does look up, exclaiming how dark it is. By this time my eyes have been adjusting for several minutes and I can see - absolutely nothing. If I dropped my pants I would not be able to find them, it is still that dark.
And, of course, later we open the side door to get out, turning the overhead interior lights on... completely blinding me with a shock like an interrogation...
but it was a nice cool night and a pleasant trip back into the house...
Sunday, July 12, 2009
A Story - The Picnic Table
Fiction? or prediction?
We'd been walking quite awhile without seeing another soul when we finally reached the picnic area, whose existence, frankly, I had begun to question. We started out side-by-side and I'd let her lead a bit going uphill, bearing up under taunts of "come on, old man" for the pleasure and inspiration of her lovely curves.
After not very long I wasn't the only one who was breathing hard and we'd had plenty of ups and downs since then. She'd also grown hesitant of preceding me, and gave the jibes a rest since I was lugging the pack and might start making her carry it. Or maybe it was my threat of finding a switch, or pointing out a blackberry vine with thorns that belonged in a vampire novel, my wide leather belt so inappropriate for summer hiking, or the narrow, thick belt she herself wore which was in no way needed to keep the waist of her shorts from slipping down over the delectable flare of her hips.
"Finally," I sighed, slinging the pack onto the table and digging into it.
"Finally? Why finally?" she asked after taking on half a canteen of water. "Do we have anything to eat in there?"
"Eat? Did we come here to eat?" I asked in return, producing a long coil of rope and a small flag on a long staff of rattan. Two fuzzy jackets were supposedly in case we didn't get back before dark, or possibly autumn.
The picnic table was pretty standard. One jacket went from table edge onto the seat on the right side, padding her knees; the rope went around them, four strands to spread out the strain, dropping down between, under the seat-board and up around her ankles just above her short and very cute little hiking boots. Her shorts were unfastened, enough for now, then the rope went under the seat again, across to the left seat and under it, and back up on the far side for her wrists, the second jacket going under her chin and outstretched arms.
I'm not good at knots but I've gone to a lot of trouble to learn the trucker's hitch, which tightens the load down when you pull on it. I knew it was secure when she said that if I didn't stop tickling her she'd wet herself, twice in warning and once in panic, despite my own warning that such an "accident" would be highly spankable. Working her shorts and panties down was not as trivial as I had predicted but I wasn't feeling a lot of time pressure except from my desire to get my hands on her bottom - it took even longer to work up from squeezing, rubbing and love smacks, which she considers mere teasing, to something with a little more heft to it. We were in a pretty good rhythm for awhile before it was time for the cane.
Wrapping the flag around the staff even padded my end a bit. She likes a lot of little light strokes but needs the hard ones too so I went with the latter. The jackets came in handy because she was managing to move her elbows and hips an inch or two. I slowed down until I didn't have to stop.
I tend to let the cane tip droop a bit on the far side, leaving her with a dark triangle high on her left thigh. The one hard stroke straight across that low left a cane kiss, two dark lines, slightly higher in the center, divided by a thin still-white line. From her tan line I knew it'd be just above the edge of her shorts on the hike back but I'd know it was there. A few minutes of stroking and a few more minutes after that and she'd be ready for one of the belts.
We'd been walking quite awhile without seeing another soul when we finally reached the picnic area, whose existence, frankly, I had begun to question. We started out side-by-side and I'd let her lead a bit going uphill, bearing up under taunts of "come on, old man" for the pleasure and inspiration of her lovely curves.
After not very long I wasn't the only one who was breathing hard and we'd had plenty of ups and downs since then. She'd also grown hesitant of preceding me, and gave the jibes a rest since I was lugging the pack and might start making her carry it. Or maybe it was my threat of finding a switch, or pointing out a blackberry vine with thorns that belonged in a vampire novel, my wide leather belt so inappropriate for summer hiking, or the narrow, thick belt she herself wore which was in no way needed to keep the waist of her shorts from slipping down over the delectable flare of her hips.
"Finally," I sighed, slinging the pack onto the table and digging into it.
"Finally? Why finally?" she asked after taking on half a canteen of water. "Do we have anything to eat in there?"
"Eat? Did we come here to eat?" I asked in return, producing a long coil of rope and a small flag on a long staff of rattan. Two fuzzy jackets were supposedly in case we didn't get back before dark, or possibly autumn.
The picnic table was pretty standard. One jacket went from table edge onto the seat on the right side, padding her knees; the rope went around them, four strands to spread out the strain, dropping down between, under the seat-board and up around her ankles just above her short and very cute little hiking boots. Her shorts were unfastened, enough for now, then the rope went under the seat again, across to the left seat and under it, and back up on the far side for her wrists, the second jacket going under her chin and outstretched arms.
I'm not good at knots but I've gone to a lot of trouble to learn the trucker's hitch, which tightens the load down when you pull on it. I knew it was secure when she said that if I didn't stop tickling her she'd wet herself, twice in warning and once in panic, despite my own warning that such an "accident" would be highly spankable. Working her shorts and panties down was not as trivial as I had predicted but I wasn't feeling a lot of time pressure except from my desire to get my hands on her bottom - it took even longer to work up from squeezing, rubbing and love smacks, which she considers mere teasing, to something with a little more heft to it. We were in a pretty good rhythm for awhile before it was time for the cane.
Wrapping the flag around the staff even padded my end a bit. She likes a lot of little light strokes but needs the hard ones too so I went with the latter. The jackets came in handy because she was managing to move her elbows and hips an inch or two. I slowed down until I didn't have to stop.
I tend to let the cane tip droop a bit on the far side, leaving her with a dark triangle high on her left thigh. The one hard stroke straight across that low left a cane kiss, two dark lines, slightly higher in the center, divided by a thin still-white line. From her tan line I knew it'd be just above the edge of her shorts on the hike back but I'd know it was there. A few minutes of stroking and a few more minutes after that and she'd be ready for one of the belts.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
A Little Light Reading
so first of all you have to understand that I have a very recognizable car... two, really. Not just likely to be mine but totally definitely mine... and my office is within walking distance of the local shopping center, which also has the movie theater and is the big local hang-out... in other words, many people I know or work with could quite easily see my car when it's parked a few spaces back from the grocery store - see it and know that it's mine.
That's what worried me, a bit, when we came out of the movie and as I walked up to my car I saw a book in the back seat - not just any book but "Bondage for Sex." Among books to have in the back seat this might be about the least discreet choice - I've got "Shibari" - Japanese rope bondage with a lovely picture of a woman's forearms beautifully wrapped - but if you don't immediately know what Shibari is, you wouldn't notice. However, this wasn't the Shibari book - it's the book that has large, bright, block letters (over a dim background of sexy body parts) proclaiming Bondage! what kind, of bondage (!), you ask? well of course it's Bondage For Sex! - as if there were other kinds... maybe "Of Human Bondage" or some type of social justice novels - but no, not this one, this one is human bondage for SEX!
It seems someone... who shall remain nameless but not unspanked - was reading said book on the trip back from Orange County... and rather than putting it back into the well-filled toy bag, decided to leave it face-up on the back seat...
That's what worried me, a bit, when we came out of the movie and as I walked up to my car I saw a book in the back seat - not just any book but "Bondage for Sex." Among books to have in the back seat this might be about the least discreet choice - I've got "Shibari" - Japanese rope bondage with a lovely picture of a woman's forearms beautifully wrapped - but if you don't immediately know what Shibari is, you wouldn't notice. However, this wasn't the Shibari book - it's the book that has large, bright, block letters (over a dim background of sexy body parts) proclaiming Bondage! what kind, of bondage (!), you ask? well of course it's Bondage For Sex! - as if there were other kinds... maybe "Of Human Bondage" or some type of social justice novels - but no, not this one, this one is human bondage for SEX!
It seems someone... who shall remain nameless but not unspanked - was reading said book on the trip back from Orange County... and rather than putting it back into the well-filled toy bag, decided to leave it face-up on the back seat...
Saturday, July 04, 2009
The Stuff of Legend
For this post it's only fair that I identify the person, at least somewhat - or at least to those who know her. I'll identify her as "my lovely date at the last Shadow Lane party" which ought to be plenty specific enough for anyone who needs to know...
we live three time zones apart so by the time my cell phone goes to "nights and weekends" it's the middle of the night there, but that's pretty much what we worked out... so some of the things she says are pretty sleepy. In fact, she was commenting on this very fact, after heading herself for trouble - you know how everything sounds good when you're far away and safe and you're wishing you could be spanked right then, and a lot, maybe even hard, maybe even a lot hard - so she's saying that brats shouldn't talk to tops when they're sleepy or she might end up asking for something like 400 with the tawse... the tawse being something she particularly hates for some reason...
I hear "400 with the tawse" - a week or so before we get together in Vegas - and I think it's a great idea. In fact, I'm reasonably awake and the numbers click through my mind - 400, that's eleven sets of three dozen - three a day plus one on Thursday night and one on Monday morning. Then we'll only need four more strokes to make it to 400...
Of course the problem with brats - or some of the problems, anyway - is that they talk big and then want to chicken out - and they seem to think they get some say in the matter... so she immediately begins backtracking and complaining and worrying - she said she didn't want it, she can't take that many, it'll interfere with our other play and her party play... silly stuff like that. Meanwhile I keep assuring her that this is how legends are born... "and, at the March Shadow Lane party, on top of everything else, I got 400 with the tawse..."
I guess she did have some cause for concern... she was getting some pretty heavy paddling right off the bat, solid and often... and that tawse can really sting - once warmed up by the paddle I didn't need to use it lightly... three dozen is a good number for a quick spanking, too many to ignore, definitely. I tried to time it so it wouldn't throw her out of any reverie she may have drifted into from other play.
Seems she also got several sessions with the canes, both nice and evil... and at one point hid the paddle to save her bottom for a while - turned into quite awhile... but we pressed on. I think we got all three sessions in on Friday, first thing Saturday and afternoon. With a big party Saturday night and getting to bed after four we were one set behind. Sunday morning we were asleep but easily fit two into the afternoon, bringing us within three of finishing. Of the extra four, three had already been collected.
With her leaving early in the morning our play session Sunday night was long with many intense scenes, so I didn't double up then, knowing how easily we could get in one extra set before heading to the airport at dark-thirty. We managed to wake up - and get up - early enough Monday morning for our farewell play and I laid on two good sets of three dozen apiece - and one more stroke filled our four hundred.
Proving once again that with a little planning and dedication you can give a brat what she asks for...
we live three time zones apart so by the time my cell phone goes to "nights and weekends" it's the middle of the night there, but that's pretty much what we worked out... so some of the things she says are pretty sleepy. In fact, she was commenting on this very fact, after heading herself for trouble - you know how everything sounds good when you're far away and safe and you're wishing you could be spanked right then, and a lot, maybe even hard, maybe even a lot hard - so she's saying that brats shouldn't talk to tops when they're sleepy or she might end up asking for something like 400 with the tawse... the tawse being something she particularly hates for some reason...
I hear "400 with the tawse" - a week or so before we get together in Vegas - and I think it's a great idea. In fact, I'm reasonably awake and the numbers click through my mind - 400, that's eleven sets of three dozen - three a day plus one on Thursday night and one on Monday morning. Then we'll only need four more strokes to make it to 400...
Of course the problem with brats - or some of the problems, anyway - is that they talk big and then want to chicken out - and they seem to think they get some say in the matter... so she immediately begins backtracking and complaining and worrying - she said she didn't want it, she can't take that many, it'll interfere with our other play and her party play... silly stuff like that. Meanwhile I keep assuring her that this is how legends are born... "and, at the March Shadow Lane party, on top of everything else, I got 400 with the tawse..."
I guess she did have some cause for concern... she was getting some pretty heavy paddling right off the bat, solid and often... and that tawse can really sting - once warmed up by the paddle I didn't need to use it lightly... three dozen is a good number for a quick spanking, too many to ignore, definitely. I tried to time it so it wouldn't throw her out of any reverie she may have drifted into from other play.
Seems she also got several sessions with the canes, both nice and evil... and at one point hid the paddle to save her bottom for a while - turned into quite awhile... but we pressed on. I think we got all three sessions in on Friday, first thing Saturday and afternoon. With a big party Saturday night and getting to bed after four we were one set behind. Sunday morning we were asleep but easily fit two into the afternoon, bringing us within three of finishing. Of the extra four, three had already been collected.
With her leaving early in the morning our play session Sunday night was long with many intense scenes, so I didn't double up then, knowing how easily we could get in one extra set before heading to the airport at dark-thirty. We managed to wake up - and get up - early enough Monday morning for our farewell play and I laid on two good sets of three dozen apiece - and one more stroke filled our four hundred.
Proving once again that with a little planning and dedication you can give a brat what she asks for...
Table of Contents
I like having a table of contents because there're some things I have trouble getting used to:
1) This backwards-listings of what I post, so if there's a Part II it comes before Part I; and
2) The disappearance of posts beyond the first ten, which might be plenty, but it's just the ten most recent, not the ten best.
So here is an index of the posts I have on here. Because this isn't really a web-log/ diary, it's just a heap of things I've written (a heap is when the first one read is the last one entered, a stack is when the first one read is the first one entered – as if you cared).
The Best
At least I think so...
A Young Lady Gets Her Bottom Spanked - An Interactive Spanking Story
I've had this out there for a long time but if you've never seen it, it's a cute Mad-Lib type story that will get naughty young ladies their very own spanking! Remember to turn off your pop-up blocker to see the finished story!
Our Acquiescent Pixie posted July 2006
Cat and I went to Las Vegas and kidnapped this lovely young lady at the airport – really. This is hot, if I do say so myself.
What the Spanked Woman Needs July 2006
A pompous-sounding essay but nonetheless well-received by those it applies to.
A particular type of spanked, or needing-a-spank, woman is the one who's always right. No, not the ones who think they're always right, the ones who actually are. She's analytical and critical and usually knows what's the best thing to do - which turns out to be extremely confining, doesn't it?
Carry On! - 10/11/2006
A silly but amusing story of trying to board a plane these days...
My Stories
A link to my blog full of stories - fiction, fictionalized, true, and...
Links
I'm too lazy to figure out how to add links on the side so if you want them you have to look here...
Experiences
Most of the advice stuff is based on experience, of course, but deal with it, 'k?
As Party time Approaches... posted July 2006
Advice some people have found useful for past ShadowLane parties. Based on having been to over ten of them...
Paddling the Cowgirl - 12/26/2008
this young lady can have it any way she wants...
Florida Moonshine's Beach Party, June, 2008
Shadow Lane Party Report - August 2006 party
The party was too long for one report – here are the best and happiest moments from Thursday noon until Friday evening. I hope to someday compile the rest.
Shadow Lane Party Report, April 2005
Shadow Lane Party Report, April 2004
Use the link above - it's at the end. Don't know why.
Advice and Essays
Hopefully some of these have some hot parts as well... hey if something's hot let me know and I'll move it up the list.
Power and Glory - 4/12/2009
Easter thoughts on what "true" power is...
TPE, Vanilla Style - 4/13/2008
Total Power Exchange isn't limited to scene play
Blame - 3/7/2008
With experience my perspective keeps changing...
Making the Switch - Some Techniques of Leadership - 3/2/2007
Part I and so far the only of a many-faceted essay on how to be on top...
Watching a Punishment - 2/19/2007
Ever feel conflicted about what turns you on?
The Young and Responsible - 11/20/2006
Did our parents and teachers expect too much of us?
Saying "No" - 10/25/2006
Despite all my past advice, I find saying "no" in practice to be much harder than in theory
Perspective on Power - 9/30/2006
Why am I always the bad guy?
Discipline and Punishment Sept 2006
How I've applied discipline at times in the past.
One Support System I've Tried Sept 2006
A discipline system I set up for a woman who wanted a little guidance. It gives her a little leeway and a certain amount of recreational spanking but if she goes too far, it comes down hard.
I Met This Guy On Line... July 2006
Some of my thoughts on women dating through the scene personals
More Scene Stuff
Black Leather In Summer - 6/20/2009
Real advances in solar energy.
Wood and Leather - 12/24/2007
Ah, my favorite subject - soft women and hard men.
Sensitivity Paddlings - 2/1/2009
An absolute requirement for insatiable brats and most every other bottom.
It's How Much You Keep - 2/15/2009
An interesting ethical dilemma when you're given the choice and your friend isn't.
A Little Rope, a Glass of Wine, and Thou... 1/30/2008
A single introductory post on beautiful bondage...
Uncanny Caning - August 2006
One way I use a cane – for pleasure.
Taking the Noise Out of Spanking - July 2006
My many recommendations based on our experience with quieter spankings.
Rose Bowl Bet - 3/2/2007
Check out Iris watching the Rose Bowl with her post-game fate in the hands of Fireman Chris.
An Ideal Fourteen Inches - 10/19/2006
Getting it together, keeping it in one place.
Miscellaneous
Driving to Vegas - 3/1/2009
How many floggers do you need? It depends on if you're using a suitcase or a trunk!
Jennifer Brooks Retires - 2/21/2009
To a very classy lady, thanks for everything...
Christmas Visit - 12/30/2008
Ah, kids in the house and the age of electronics...
A Little Too Far - 12/26/2008
you knew the day was coming...
Sleeping on Planes - 12/21/2008
Would a leather blindfold really help?
Bad Santa - 12/6/2008
Lauren Graham is certainly on the naughty list in this excellent but not-for-kids dark comedy...
Kids Grow Up So Fast! - 12/8/2007
Check out this too-cute holiday video clip
Holiday Spirit - 12/2/2007
Even the mall wants you to have a pink bottom...
Old-Fashioned Family Values - 2/20/2007
George W gets it abroad...
Cold Turkey - 11/27/2006
Holidays mean kids - and mom...
Thank You and Goodnight - 11/5/2006
The Stardust says goodbye...
Mass De-Lurk Day - 11/3/2006
Calling all lurkers! Come out, come out, wherever you are...
Our Latest Object d' Art August 2006
An interesting and innocent little find...
Yet Another Hairbrush July 2006
A recent toy acquisition. Yes, another one.
Goldie's Quest for Bears
Goldilocks gathers teddy bears for a great cause. July 2006
1) This backwards-listings of what I post, so if there's a Part II it comes before Part I; and
2) The disappearance of posts beyond the first ten, which might be plenty, but it's just the ten most recent, not the ten best.
So here is an index of the posts I have on here. Because this isn't really a web-log/ diary, it's just a heap of things I've written (a heap is when the first one read is the last one entered, a stack is when the first one read is the first one entered – as if you cared).
The Best
At least I think so...
A Young Lady Gets Her Bottom Spanked - An Interactive Spanking Story
I've had this out there for a long time but if you've never seen it, it's a cute Mad-Lib type story that will get naughty young ladies their very own spanking! Remember to turn off your pop-up blocker to see the finished story!
Our Acquiescent Pixie posted July 2006
Cat and I went to Las Vegas and kidnapped this lovely young lady at the airport – really. This is hot, if I do say so myself.
What the Spanked Woman Needs July 2006
A pompous-sounding essay but nonetheless well-received by those it applies to.
A particular type of spanked, or needing-a-spank, woman is the one who's always right. No, not the ones who think they're always right, the ones who actually are. She's analytical and critical and usually knows what's the best thing to do - which turns out to be extremely confining, doesn't it?
Carry On! - 10/11/2006
A silly but amusing story of trying to board a plane these days...
My Stories
A link to my blog full of stories - fiction, fictionalized, true, and...
Links
I'm too lazy to figure out how to add links on the side so if you want them you have to look here...
Experiences
Most of the advice stuff is based on experience, of course, but deal with it, 'k?
As Party time Approaches... posted July 2006
Advice some people have found useful for past ShadowLane parties. Based on having been to over ten of them...
Paddling the Cowgirl - 12/26/2008
this young lady can have it any way she wants...
Florida Moonshine's Beach Party, June, 2008
Shadow Lane Party Report - August 2006 party
The party was too long for one report – here are the best and happiest moments from Thursday noon until Friday evening. I hope to someday compile the rest.
Shadow Lane Party Report, April 2005
Shadow Lane Party Report, April 2004
Use the link above - it's at the end. Don't know why.
Advice and Essays
Hopefully some of these have some hot parts as well... hey if something's hot let me know and I'll move it up the list.
Power and Glory - 4/12/2009
Easter thoughts on what "true" power is...
TPE, Vanilla Style - 4/13/2008
Total Power Exchange isn't limited to scene play
Blame - 3/7/2008
With experience my perspective keeps changing...
Making the Switch - Some Techniques of Leadership - 3/2/2007
Part I and so far the only of a many-faceted essay on how to be on top...
Watching a Punishment - 2/19/2007
Ever feel conflicted about what turns you on?
The Young and Responsible - 11/20/2006
Did our parents and teachers expect too much of us?
Saying "No" - 10/25/2006
Despite all my past advice, I find saying "no" in practice to be much harder than in theory
Perspective on Power - 9/30/2006
Why am I always the bad guy?
Discipline and Punishment Sept 2006
How I've applied discipline at times in the past.
One Support System I've Tried Sept 2006
A discipline system I set up for a woman who wanted a little guidance. It gives her a little leeway and a certain amount of recreational spanking but if she goes too far, it comes down hard.
I Met This Guy On Line... July 2006
Some of my thoughts on women dating through the scene personals
More Scene Stuff
Black Leather In Summer - 6/20/2009
Real advances in solar energy.
Wood and Leather - 12/24/2007
Ah, my favorite subject - soft women and hard men.
Sensitivity Paddlings - 2/1/2009
An absolute requirement for insatiable brats and most every other bottom.
It's How Much You Keep - 2/15/2009
An interesting ethical dilemma when you're given the choice and your friend isn't.
A Little Rope, a Glass of Wine, and Thou... 1/30/2008
A single introductory post on beautiful bondage...
Uncanny Caning - August 2006
One way I use a cane – for pleasure.
Taking the Noise Out of Spanking - July 2006
My many recommendations based on our experience with quieter spankings.
Rose Bowl Bet - 3/2/2007
Check out Iris watching the Rose Bowl with her post-game fate in the hands of Fireman Chris.
An Ideal Fourteen Inches - 10/19/2006
Getting it together, keeping it in one place.
Miscellaneous
Driving to Vegas - 3/1/2009
How many floggers do you need? It depends on if you're using a suitcase or a trunk!
Jennifer Brooks Retires - 2/21/2009
To a very classy lady, thanks for everything...
Christmas Visit - 12/30/2008
Ah, kids in the house and the age of electronics...
A Little Too Far - 12/26/2008
you knew the day was coming...
Sleeping on Planes - 12/21/2008
Would a leather blindfold really help?
Bad Santa - 12/6/2008
Lauren Graham is certainly on the naughty list in this excellent but not-for-kids dark comedy...
Kids Grow Up So Fast! - 12/8/2007
Check out this too-cute holiday video clip
Holiday Spirit - 12/2/2007
Even the mall wants you to have a pink bottom...
Old-Fashioned Family Values - 2/20/2007
George W gets it abroad...
Cold Turkey - 11/27/2006
Holidays mean kids - and mom...
Thank You and Goodnight - 11/5/2006
The Stardust says goodbye...
Mass De-Lurk Day - 11/3/2006
Calling all lurkers! Come out, come out, wherever you are...
Our Latest Object d' Art August 2006
An interesting and innocent little find...
Yet Another Hairbrush July 2006
A recent toy acquisition. Yes, another one.
Goldie's Quest for Bears
Goldilocks gathers teddy bears for a great cause. July 2006
Links
as everyone can tell, I'm not much of one for links... but here are a few not to be missed.
Blogs -
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· The Secret Life of Library Girl
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· Erica Scott
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· Her Secret Corner
Where Sweet Meets Kink…
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· The Punishment Book
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· El Tercer Ojo (Mija's blog)
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· Pablo & Mija's Treehouse
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· Iris - Through Iris Eyes
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· Life in Motion (Sparkle's Blog)
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· Natty's Spanking Blog
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· Chris' Firehouse
The kinky (and occasionally non-kinky) thoughts of a happily married spanko fireman.
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· AngelBrat's Blog
Random thoughts from the mind of me - a happily married, happily spanked, DD wife.
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· Tulsa Moda
(an interesting young lady not into spanking but WAY into a lot of things a long way past it - good luck, girl...)
Links
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· Shadow Lane
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· Chelsea Pfeiffer Entertainment - Spanking Videos, pictures, and more
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· Jennifer Brooks has retired... L
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· The London Tanners - beautiful, hand-crafted leather implements
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· Twisted Monk
more to come, no doubt, as I add the many, many friends I've forgotten...
Blogs -
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Random thoughts from the mind of me - a happily married, happily spanked, DD wife.
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Saturday, June 20, 2009
Black Leather in Summer
Once you get away from the beach around here the air dries out and the gets every bit as fierce as in Phoenix, not surprisingly, so plenty of people have windshield-sunshades to use while parked to keep the interior of the car from overheating, especially if they have black leather seats and matching interior like I do.
These shades are available at auto parts and discount stores and wherever really cheap stuff is sold, so maybe it should be less surprising than I found it - that the shade I bought, eventually, disintegrated, apparently from the heat - either that or the sun. Not right away, of course, and the part that showed its limited age the quickest was the black border which mostly turned into black soot-like dust to cover the dashboard and blow in my face when I put the fan on.
In other words, I no longer have a sun shade - though I still have the black leather seats, which heat up to an extent that they ought to be considered for an alternative energy source. Due to the sunshade dust, they may not be a "clean" alternative, and they may not be an entirely "safe" alternative - I'd put the temperature slightly north of the 140 degrees (60 degrees C) I think of as a practical limit, though this heat dissipates pretty quickly...
All in all causing me to long for a well, well-spanked bottom in a micro-skirt and thong panties...
These shades are available at auto parts and discount stores and wherever really cheap stuff is sold, so maybe it should be less surprising than I found it - that the shade I bought, eventually, disintegrated, apparently from the heat - either that or the sun. Not right away, of course, and the part that showed its limited age the quickest was the black border which mostly turned into black soot-like dust to cover the dashboard and blow in my face when I put the fan on.
In other words, I no longer have a sun shade - though I still have the black leather seats, which heat up to an extent that they ought to be considered for an alternative energy source. Due to the sunshade dust, they may not be a "clean" alternative, and they may not be an entirely "safe" alternative - I'd put the temperature slightly north of the 140 degrees (60 degrees C) I think of as a practical limit, though this heat dissipates pretty quickly...
All in all causing me to long for a well, well-spanked bottom in a micro-skirt and thong panties...
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Power and Glory
In one of my favorite lines in recorded music, Andrew Lloyd Webber in Jesus Christ Superstar paraphrases this Palm Sunday conversation, with Simon (Peter) telling Jesus that he has the crowd in the palm of his hand, and advises "throw in a touch of hate for Rome" and "we will have the power and the glory, forever and ever and ever." To which Jesus replies (appropriately, since Simon seems only to provide the human perspective for Jesus to correct) "Not you, Simon, nor the fifty thousand, nor the Jews, nor the Twelve, nor Jerusalem itself / have any idea what Power is / have any idea what Glory is - / have any idea at all; / have any idea at all."
After being around tops both new and old, as well as Doms and Dommes who scream and slash - not just guys who tell you how dominant they are, when not very much of that has you starting to suspect the opposite... and not even just scene people, but everyone who wants to dictate your behavior and thinks that makes them powerful - I wonder if "the fifty thousand" needs about two thousand years of updating.
In her autobiography (volume one) Dances With Werewolves, Niki Flynn talks about a brief stint at a dungeon where she's pressed into service as a Domme and tops this guy who, for reasons she explains, totally gets off on being given a wedgie (ohhhh-kay...). And though I don't have the book in front of me, she says something like "he had just handed me the keys to his sexuality."
Now that's power... being trusted with the intimate knowledge and have the understanding of someone to have them panting with a few well-chosen words or a few well-placed nibbles... so you can have your "call me Sir" and "you're two minutes late" and fifty play partners in fifty days...
Am I the snake inside your garden
The sugar in your tea
The knock upon your back door
The twist that turns your key?
The twist that turns your key - that's enough for me...
Now admittedly it may not the Power and the Glory, Forever and Ever...
(and the lyrics are by Melissa Etheridge)
After being around tops both new and old, as well as Doms and Dommes who scream and slash - not just guys who tell you how dominant they are, when not very much of that has you starting to suspect the opposite... and not even just scene people, but everyone who wants to dictate your behavior and thinks that makes them powerful - I wonder if "the fifty thousand" needs about two thousand years of updating.
In her autobiography (volume one) Dances With Werewolves, Niki Flynn talks about a brief stint at a dungeon where she's pressed into service as a Domme and tops this guy who, for reasons she explains, totally gets off on being given a wedgie (ohhhh-kay...). And though I don't have the book in front of me, she says something like "he had just handed me the keys to his sexuality."
Now that's power... being trusted with the intimate knowledge and have the understanding of someone to have them panting with a few well-chosen words or a few well-placed nibbles... so you can have your "call me Sir" and "you're two minutes late" and fifty play partners in fifty days...
Am I the snake inside your garden
The sugar in your tea
The knock upon your back door
The twist that turns your key?
The twist that turns your key - that's enough for me...
Now admittedly it may not the Power and the Glory, Forever and Ever...
(and the lyrics are by Melissa Etheridge)
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
It's How Much You Keep...
I could be feeling a little better - I have a 10k today. Six months ago it was a 401(k) but with the market doing like it has...
Last weekend was a great one, though, with yet another trip to Florida - Saturday I had the most lovely experience of flogging two very attractive women, nude except for cuffs, one blindfolded, one hooded. I wondered, then asked, how it felt to be able to hear the strokes falling but only feeling them half the time. My floggers are so very pleasant, always so appreciated - but what if they weren't, and what if it was delivered, rather than two strokes for you and two strokes for her, as a punishment for her, which you hear but can't see, and then one for you?
Not all my toys, of course, are so sensual - as I demonstrated with one that got the same reaction from both ladies - "ow - OW - OW! - Oh Shit!" Which led to more speculation...
The two of you have done something and are going to be punished - harshly, unfortunately, though warmed up if it'll help any... six sets of two dozen difficult strokes per set. Your cohort get the first set, just in case she has any pretenses about bearing up well under the punishment. After that, she gets to decide who gets each additional set, one at a time. How many would she give to you, how many does she keep for herself? If she asks for them for herself, I'll try to make her regret it... if she won't ask for either of you, a few uncounted strokes until she makes her decision, that should speed things along...
Or perhaps you are the one I make do the choosing...
Last weekend was a great one, though, with yet another trip to Florida - Saturday I had the most lovely experience of flogging two very attractive women, nude except for cuffs, one blindfolded, one hooded. I wondered, then asked, how it felt to be able to hear the strokes falling but only feeling them half the time. My floggers are so very pleasant, always so appreciated - but what if they weren't, and what if it was delivered, rather than two strokes for you and two strokes for her, as a punishment for her, which you hear but can't see, and then one for you?
Not all my toys, of course, are so sensual - as I demonstrated with one that got the same reaction from both ladies - "ow - OW - OW! - Oh Shit!" Which led to more speculation...
The two of you have done something and are going to be punished - harshly, unfortunately, though warmed up if it'll help any... six sets of two dozen difficult strokes per set. Your cohort get the first set, just in case she has any pretenses about bearing up well under the punishment. After that, she gets to decide who gets each additional set, one at a time. How many would she give to you, how many does she keep for herself? If she asks for them for herself, I'll try to make her regret it... if she won't ask for either of you, a few uncounted strokes until she makes her decision, that should speed things along...
Or perhaps you are the one I make do the choosing...
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Sensitivity Paddlings
I really don't care for the let-me-tell-you-how-it's-done narrative, but bear with me for a moment or two till I can get to the fun stuff... (or, "butt bare with me," in spanko-speak):
in reference to the lovely Cowgirl, of a just-prior post, for whom we all are very happy and who was overheard using unsightly language by her new beau... (how can language be "unsightly?" if you're not watching it!) Possibly this was because she didn't fear the consequences, a terrible but I think largely understandable and unfortunately common state. For those child-free weekends and other spank-heavy intervals, sensitivity paddlings seem to improve this situation - plus are a lot of fun.
What we want here is not for our young lady to brat around, nor repeatedly ask for yet another spanking, nor be completely unrestrained in her behavior just because she wants to take advantage of this opportunity to be spanked well and often. I think it's much more fun if her own reaction to careless misbehavior is "ut oh..." Not to say that I want her all tense, nervous, and ever vigilant, carefully avoiding any slight misstep - this should be a time for relaxing - the point is not for her to studiously avoid minor misbehavior, only to forsake intentional brattiness and to react with that tummy-tightening trepidation to any realized-too-late actions. Two dozen swats once an hour seems to fit the bill.
This heightened-awareness state could happen if she was already over-spanked, but with a whole weekend - or even a long evening - to play with we certainly don't want to get there too soon; and with a dedicated spankee, as we all know, it can be difficult or impossible to get there at all, at least for any sustained length of time. Seems like "no no no stop" is usually followed by "okay, ready..." We need her confident that plenty of spankings remain, preferably pleasurable or at most minorly challenging ones - or, even if she's due for some heavy discipline, that she'll be kept plenty busy in the meantime.
in reference to the lovely Cowgirl, of a just-prior post, for whom we all are very happy and who was overheard using unsightly language by her new beau... (how can language be "unsightly?" if you're not watching it!) Possibly this was because she didn't fear the consequences, a terrible but I think largely understandable and unfortunately common state. For those child-free weekends and other spank-heavy intervals, sensitivity paddlings seem to improve this situation - plus are a lot of fun.
What we want here is not for our young lady to brat around, nor repeatedly ask for yet another spanking, nor be completely unrestrained in her behavior just because she wants to take advantage of this opportunity to be spanked well and often. I think it's much more fun if her own reaction to careless misbehavior is "ut oh..." Not to say that I want her all tense, nervous, and ever vigilant, carefully avoiding any slight misstep - this should be a time for relaxing - the point is not for her to studiously avoid minor misbehavior, only to forsake intentional brattiness and to react with that tummy-tightening trepidation to any realized-too-late actions. Two dozen swats once an hour seems to fit the bill.
This heightened-awareness state could happen if she was already over-spanked, but with a whole weekend - or even a long evening - to play with we certainly don't want to get there too soon; and with a dedicated spankee, as we all know, it can be difficult or impossible to get there at all, at least for any sustained length of time. Seems like "no no no stop" is usually followed by "okay, ready..." We need her confident that plenty of spankings remain, preferably pleasurable or at most minorly challenging ones - or, even if she's due for some heavy discipline, that she'll be kept plenty busy in the meantime.
I have this heavy paddle, frat-shaped but shorter, quite thick but thankfully made of pine or something so it's less fierce than most hardwoods. Its sting is further mitigated by a very thin suede layer on one side - maybe less than an eighth of an inch thick but enough to make all the difference. Twenty-four swats is neither too much to take nor too little to have any effect, and can be barely disruptive. We've used this in a very brief stop at a rest area in the middle of a two-hour drive and it was completely convenient, and it can be applied just before leaving the house without disrupting any timetables.
This isn't exactly preventative - if she needs preventative spankings, say before joining friends, visiting family, or whatever, those would need to be separate; nor is it maintenance, exactly, which I consider to be considerably longer and far less frequent, like maybe twice a week; and it's definitely not punitive - it's not substantial enough to address anything specific and hopefully no one needs to be punished every hour. Its purpose is entirely sensitivity and assurance - sensitivity so that other spankings can be felt better, and assurance that even without misbehavior, encouragement, or requests, opportunities won't be wasted.
Starting off it may take a little more to establish any sensitivity at all, and it would be silly to wait half the night for it to start being effective just so that a foolish consistency can be followed, so the first time around I might go through it twice. In fact, on a cold bottom it's nicest to start out slowly, so the first two dozen are probably light, and then a second two dozen for effect, and then maybe this is repeated. Certainly at two dozen swats if it's doubled is not a big deal. Even the second set - and the fourth, in this case - the firm ones - are pretty enjoyable if you're not already sore (and why would you be?) - solid but not stinging, warm, not hot... also, an extra set at the first half-hour will speed up the process, too.
My preference is to give eighteen with the suede side then six with the bare-wood side, which is, admittedly, painful (though there's not many of them); keeping them all low, with the lower edge of the paddle just at the lowest edge of the bottom, every swat, same spot, all weekend or week. If you tend to over-hit (land more on the far side) you can balance it out immediately with a Jokari paddle or wait until next time and use the diaper position, so that the far cheek becomes the left rather than right. I'm not ambidextrous enough to use a heavy paddle well from the left, nor strong enough to do it well back-handed. It's not that much of a problem, since the paddle is very stiff and therefore doesn't over-hit as much as thinner or perforated paddles.
For these quick little swat sets, simply bent over can be best - well over, to get low, easily - even if an over-the-knee spanking is about to follow. Lately I've also been favoring a punishment position - kneeling nude on the bed, elbows down and then drawn in to bring the chin to the hands, heels together, knees apart - though this is a bit elaborate if you're just keeping to the schedule. Maybe without the nudity, if you're in a skirt/ dress/ nightgown...
Some interesting things come out of this schedule... like, obviously, a paddling very first thing in the morning (doesn't have to be hard), before any other spankings... and the fact that it's hard to leave the house or do much of anything besides watch a TV show for less than an hour, so that every time you return to the house, a paddling - often two or three - is already overdue, so her bottom is bare immediately, and you get rid of that lag between getting home and getting back into the spanking routine. Another situation is that, since a paddle this size gives you a pretty good range of heaviness, once she's well-warmed up you can really power on some deeply-felt swats if you feel that's needed and, as I said earlier, add a second set, since they're short...
Also, the schedule is very hard to keep up with - once an hour is pretty aggressive - so a paddling is almost always due and can precede nearly anything - or I should say, nearly everything. Time for a caning? Should probably have some good heavy swats first. Need a strapping? Let's make sure you feel it low. Smart-mouthed remark? We'll just catch up with the paddle before you go over my knee...
I've considered - but haven't tried - using a kitchen timer... for a strict once-an-hour I guess we'd reset it for another hour, then paddle, so we don't get "schedule creep..." My timer has a warning beep (how appropriate) at ten minutes till and five minutes till, so we wouldn't be taken by surprise - but I don't think that would be very relaxing, to say the least.
Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against those grit-your-teeth, thigh-shaking paddlings - but a steady dose of something much more tolerable can be a useful addition as well.
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