Nothing has happened. There has been no more talk of what is expected nor has there been a spanking, or even a verbal warning towards my behavior. Yes, it's only been a few day; however, I already feel a change in the house. A new tone has been set. I have been more calm and relaxed. I feel happy and loved as if he's with me at all times. I've told him this just this morning. He smiled and said "That's good," and when I was ranting about the pots not being put away properly (a battle we've fought since day one of moving into this house) he just laughed and commented on how cute I looked ranting in my scrub bottoms and my bra. That took all the fight out of me, not that there was much at all anyway. I feel as though I'm being hugged even when ...

Here's another interesting photo with a partial caption.
Fill in the blanks in any way you wish. You aren't restricted by the amount of white space. Do your worst!

The corollary to technological advance is the loss of personal connection. Lucretia Sinclair was an old maid. At two and thirty, she was a confirmed spinster. Tired of her family’s cruel rejoinders, she’d gone west seeking her manifest destiny. She found instead, the loss of her maidenhead and the serenity of over the knee. The [...]

Becall likes a little light bondage. When I can remember, I try to satisfy her need.
This picture illustrates the lightest of light - a string binds her hands. She watches the sands of time awaiting her time with the crop.
I wish I could imitate the wonderful lighting in this picture.

I was telling you about the lovely gift Ronnie was sending me, here’s the first part.
My friend, let’s call her Mary, had agreed to receive it at her house. Now when it arrived she saw that CANE-IAC had been totally discrete and nowhere was there a hint of what was inside. So Mary brings the package to me it work. No problem until I was leaving that afternoon and my partners ask “what’s in the package.” I answered truthfully “I don’t know I haven’t opened it”. They prodded me to open it but I just laughed and said what’s in the box was none of their business. I like having a bit of mystery. I hate for them to start thinking of me as just a dull, middle age woman.
So I’m out the door with my package dying to see ...

The first installment of Implement Stories for 2010 features our good friend, Hermione.
Our local thrift shop is a treasure trove of spanking possibilities. These previously-loved paddles may once have held many fond memories of a summer vacation. Who knows what sights they have seen, and what fun they have been part of? They came without an accompanying projectile, so I assume their intended target was something other than a little white ball.


[Continued...]

Felicia, the love of my life, is one of those who really can look glamorous if she wants to. I find her irresistible all the time but in addition she has that ability to put on something, like a stylish dress or something, that makes her look fabulous. Otherwise she is the kind who wears jeans and a simple top, like a t-shirt, at least at home.
My point here is that she is always wearing jeans at home. I know there is a reason for that. She wants to feel safe and deny me the possibility for revenge. I on the other hand am often dressed in skirt, or if I am wearing trousers they are pyjama or track suit bottoms. I can understand if you are not quite aware of where this blogpost is leading, yet.
What my clothes have in common is that ...

Sheesh, I may be harping on this subject too long, but it is so tempting to exploit that I will do it anyway. I am addressing those of you out there who think that females should be in charge at all cost, no qualifications needed other than being born with a vagina. In other words, no brain is necessary. This is similar to the reasoning that some people use to decide that a man should be in charge on account of his hairiness, somewhat muscular features, and oh yes, the thingies dangling between his thighs. I could puke thinking about these, but I will spare you the disgusting details.
If you need convincing evidence that females are not the superior gender, take a gander at pornography. Regardless of your preferences, you will find those who ...

Howdy Fellow Spanky Humans!
I just realized that it’s Friday again. How come they come so fast now? Wasn’t Monday yesterday?
Okay, I’m blanking out. Normally I have something to say here, other than…duh. I must still be partially asleep. Or thinking about sex. Probably the latter. Probably because I just reread the scene below. Probably because Mr. Carlyle went to work and I wish he’d stayed just a little while longer. Probably because we’ve been having awesome sex. God, I love sex.
I actually used to be a prude. Was taught that whole Good Girls Don’t crap that’s polluted my mind until I’ve grown old enough to realize how stupid the message is. And now that I’ve let my id out of its box—whoo-hoo! Just wish I ...

I know I said my next entry would be about cayenne pepper oil, but it’s not. So there. Really, this isn’t a blog entry at all. It’s a shout out, to Casey Morgan. If you don’t read supplicium post mortem, and are brave enough to read about loving, and losing and grieving, today’s the day. So, get a tissue, and read about her 9th anniversary. And about her wedding day, and some of the things that happened in between. If you don’t know why her blog has its name, you will before the end.

One absolute taboo on my blog is never ever to go anywhere near anything involving anyone under 18.  This is about consensual adult behavior.
Well thats all well and good, but for most of us our fascination with TTTWD started when we were quite young.  Some of us discovered it as adults, but many, like me were made that way and found out a good deal earlier.
And most of us can probably put our fingers pretty nearly on when.
For me it involved a sheepdog called Ralph.
It was one of Warner Bros. Loony Toons series.   Ralph was a part of a team of sheepdogs and every, day he would clock in for work as the evening shift clocked off, along with the day shift Wwolf, Frank.  The Wolfs' job was to steal ...

All this happened way back on the 16th.
We started the morning with a very enjoyable quickie before getting up and having at the day. We had thought about going to the club but by the time the evening rolled around I was just too darn tired for the long drive there and back (DH got a chance to nap while I didn't as I was too busy taking care of kids and stuff). We did decide to go out locally, so we showered and dressed ~~ I did leave my panties off, something I've been doing a lot lately.
We have just a few places we like to hang out. The one we chose this night was not too far and we knew it to have good food, good drinks and a comfortable atmosphere. DH decided he'd be the designated driver instead of having to worry about getting a ...

In case people were wondering why Mark hasn't been active for a while, I thought it a good idea to let his readers know that he hasn't dropped off the face of the world or been abducted by aliens.
It's not my place to go into details - that is his prerogative - but I wanted to reassure people that he is OK and quite well. He has undergone quite a big change in his personal life which has left him with little time to pass by and leave a note here while he goes through his adjustment. We are still in contact and haven't fallen out.
Whether this blog continues in the future is his decision but it's one we'll have to wait for to find out.
In the meantime, wishing you all well.

I can't even begin to put into words the depth of the sorrow and compassion I feel for all that have been touched by the earthquake disaster in Haiti. The poor people who had virtually nothing before now have even less, and the furry ones who were lacking or needy before are even more so now, plus hungrier and thirstier, as are all the people.
I am helpless to do anything more than "help" by clicking on Care2 and other similar sites right now to help... we can't afford to send money or supplies. But every little thing I do does lessen my overwhelming sense of helplessness. I know you are all joining with me in doing whatever you can to help with this crisis. Now is a time to join together, linking hands and arms and hearts, breaking through all ...

CLARA BIRCH by Anonymous - Chapter Fourteen (Part Two)

As she did so, I felt Maude's mood change. Her tongue coiled out and answered mine and her bottom writhed. The release for her was delicious, as it ever is, and she could no longer contain her excitement at the brazenness of what she was doing. Gargling the more, Edwin kicked more fiercely but was held. He was all aflood as indeed was the surrounding carpet where it trickled down his chin and from his hair.
"Suck him!" I hissed, quite beside myself with glee.
"WHAAA....AAAART?"
"Do it, Maude!" I, in the prime position, thrust her forward until her face was well down over his erection, seized her nose and, so causing her mouth to open for air, plunged it upon his ...