This post will be, I hope, or particular interest to some of my blogging friends. What Throck, Prefectdt, Red, Recidavist, Burl, David and Reece have in common is their enjoyment of being on the receiving end of a spanking administered by a woman. I hope that they - and everyone who appreciates discipline from a dominant woman - will enjoy these.

This was our topic of the week:
Dagmar Rasmussen, a well-known Danish masochist, says that she enjoys the build up to a spanking and the aftermath, but that it’s a shame about the few minutes in the middle. Do you agree with the Rasmussen Principle? Why or why not?
Here are your responses.
Mark'sToy: No, I don't agree. Yes, I'm all about the anticipation, and the aftermath sets up the next episode, but without the "few minutes in the middle," it's just a mental exercise and you might as well just be daydreaming about it.
Hermione: I don't understand why Dagmar calls herself a masochist if she gets no pleasure from pain. That's a contradiction in terms.
For me, it would be like having a sandwich made of two slices of ...

Don't tell me that I am not a romantic!
Music is in the mind of the beholder. To some, rap is crap (I happen to agree). To some, music like this is ho-hum. To me, this is penetratingly beautiful. The video is not impressive. However, the singing, the music, and the lyrics are devastating. Sadness and hopeless love permeate the utter joy of the rendering in vocal and musical accompaniment. You may want to read the lyrics (below) as you watch and listen. This is not a trivial piece of production. This has meaning produced by one who has gone through the agony of losing love. It is sad, hopeless, yet endearing to the point of your wanting to hug the person. Enjoy!
Jesus To A Child -- George Michael 
The lyrics are below:

[Continued...]

What’s wrong with me? When I’m away from my computer – in the car, at the gym, anywhere – things I want to write about swirl around in my head. Things like situation that annoy me, things that confuse me, just things I might want to share out here, but when I get to the lap top – nothing. I tend to click around looking at other blogs, checking out comments, maybe leaving a few, checking facebook.
I don’t like it when I feel like this because when I can’t get the stuff out of my head it tends to grow and bother me and then I get down. It’s so dumb. Does anyone else ever have this problem?

We have an early marriage picture of Becall dressed this way, long blonde hair, black garter belt and hose, with her bubble butt shown just so. We did not have a pussy whip then. I need to get ours out and remind Becall how good it feels.

Hey Spankos!
Wow, what a week! I took the NRA First Steps Pistol Course for research on my latest novel. Before I walked in there, I hated and feared guns. Didn’t want anything to do with them, but needed the visceral information. Three days later, I loooooooooooove guns. Want guns. Want to shoot more guns. Last night I got to shoot a 44 Magnum! So exciting! Loud, but exciting. Now I want to take a rifle course so I can handle those, too. Who knew I’d like shooting so much? So fun! I want to become a sharpshooter. But that means buying a gun and they are PRICEY. So we’ll see. Mr. Carlyle said, “No guns in my house.” So I replied, “Fine, I’ll take your name off the deed.” He should know by now that I’m uncontrollable. By this ...

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 ...

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 [...]

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 ...

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 ...