Saturday, December 6, 2008


Well, I've broken a paddle or two over the years (or, to be more specific, over the bottom). But this takes the cake.

D and I were enjoying some, um, "aggressive" sexual play the other day which was quite nice. Afterwards, I noticed that our huge (and very heavy) king-sized bed was sort of sagging. Sagging!

I decided to get to the bottom of this (no pun intended) this morning, while D is off on business travel. With great difficulty, I removed the mattress (heavy and there's no room for it off the bed), and the two box springs.

Underneath, I found the problem: All THREE metal struts were bent in the middle, and the two screws in each one had popped. We will need three new cross pieces -- but where does one buy those?

In the meantime, I sort of got it all back together but only time will tell how long this will last. I'm worried that tonight, in the middle of the night, I'll come crashing down!

Hope all your trevails are as comic as this one...

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Happy Spanksgiving everyone!

For those of you in the U.S. we'd like to wish you all a very Happy Spanksgiving! We both have much to be thankful for, including family and friends, near and far.

I'll be giving D a nice long romantic spanking but not until late in the day, when company has come and gone.

Behave yourselves! (Well, actually, have fun!)

Friday, November 14, 2008

Mihi crede, hoc mihi magis quam tibi nocet...

Which is Latin, of course, for "Believe me, this hurts me more than it hurts you!"

With which, of course, she never seems to agree.


But, I'm persistent. She'll come around one of these days.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Loving Our Lurkers

You know who you are. You have your favorite blogs bookmarked. You love following the different stories, thoughts of people that are of like mind. You read the comments on each post. You find yourself wanting to add to the discussion, pausing your mouse over the "Post A Comment" button only to ask yourself "why would anyone care what I think?"

Well, we are here to tell you, "We do!"

Bonnie of "My Bottom Smarts" has declared today as
"Love Our Lurkers day." She has asked all us bloggers to join her in asking you, our beloved lurkers, to pop your head out and comment. Say anything, it's fun! And most of all... addicting. You'll find like most things in life, taking that first step is the hardest.

Just as a side note, I used to be one you... a lurker. In fact, G's blog was the first one I ever commented on and look what happened, We're now sharing our lives together and loving one another. So you never know what will happen.

We look forward to getting to know our lurkers!

Friday, October 31, 2008

Missing my sweetie!

D is away for a week on a vacation trip with a friend. She's earned it; she's been working way too hard lately and could use a relaxing break.

But this is the longest time we've been apart since we met, and I'm missing her so! It's not just because of the little (but greatly appreciated) things she does like make a fresh pot of coffee each morning. It's not even because of the wonderful times we share with her over my knee gettin' a spankin'.

Nope, I'm missing her because I love her so, and I love living in the same house, with both of working from our own offices in that house, and spending time together doing all kinds of simple things like biking and going to the farmer's market and catching a movie and watching the Daily Show together.

She's become, in just a few short months, such a part of my life that I can't hardly remember life before D. We found each other, we began a wonderful relationship, we found a nearly perfect little house in which to live, in a nearly perfect neighborhood for our tastes and interests, and I still pinch myself every now and then to make sure it's real.

It's real, and I love her, and I'm missing her (while hoping she's having a fabulous time!).

But I must say, she's going to get a heckofa spanking when she returns! (And she'll love it too!)

Monday, October 27, 2008

A Wonderful Birthday

Despite the comedy of errors Saturday turned out to be, yesterday was a wonderful day spent with G. I did not lift a finger other than to the remote control to switch between football games. Throughout the day G made sure my pleasure centers were well taken care of. I think the count at the end of the day was 3 huge "I'm on a different planet" orgasms and numerous spankings. He also gave me 3 different cards throughout the day, which the one below is my favorite.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

D & G’s Not So Excellent Adventure

G had it all planned out. For my birthday present, he was going to whisk me away to a B&B in the woods to relax. I love surprises, so he did not tell me where we were going. He gave me a few hints on what to pack. Then he asked me to leave the room so he could finish packing. (YAY! More surprises!)

The ride to the B&B only took an hour. It was indeed in the middle of the woods. The clerk gave us 2 keys so we could choose which room we would like to stay in. How nice!

We drove down a little dirt road to our cabin. The first thing we noticed and remarked on just how quiet it was. Just because we didn’t voice it, I know our spanko brains were both thinking the same thing… “Anyone within a few 100 yards of us is going to hear EVERYTHING we are doing.” Oh well, they’ll just have to cope. Let’s look at the rooms.

After a bit of struggling with the lock, G was finally able to get the door open. We were immediately hit with a stench. If this smell were to be bottled and sold, the name would probably be something like “Grandma’s Attic that Hasn’t Been Cleaned in 20 Years”. The room itself was not all that it was cracked up to be either. It was tiny with matching small bathroom, The bedspread and pillows looked like they hadn’t been washed in at least a year. It contained one rickety looking chair which looked like it would have collapsed if G even attempted to take me OTK. And not that it’s absolutely necessary, no TV. We looked at each other and said “Let’s check out the other room.” The other room wasn’t any better but at least the smell wasn’t as bad. I could see the disappointment in G’s face, this was not at all turning out like he had planned.

We went into the quaint little town that was nearby to buy a candle that would at least mask the smell and to have something to eat. Over dinner we came to the conclusion that we were both equally disappointed in how events have transpired and we both rather be sleeping in our own bed. After dinner we went back to the room, loaded the car back up with our bags and drove home. We ended up just laughing trying our best to make lemonade out of this batch of smelly lemons.

I feel so bad for G who spent the time and not to mention the money on trying to make my birthday special. No matter what, I am grateful to have G in my life for this birthday and hopefully many more to come. I have to say I won’t forget this one anytime soon!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Back On Track

Alright, I know I deserve a hard discipline spanking for not posting and keeping in touch. Line forms to the left. But before I go over your knee, hear me out.

After Shadow Lane, G and I were so happy about the whole experience and on a great big high. Then things started to crash around me. It seemed like everything I touched, business, friends, life in general… turned into crap. I started to go into a depression.

At first I just thought it was a form of sub-drop after the SL party. There was also a lot going on personally for me, but it was much more than that. I started to generate thoughts and feelings of self loathing. The one thing that anyone will tell you is once you start down that slippery slope, it’s much easier to just keep going down into that dark hole than to climb up out of it. When I get upset or sad, I tend to withdraw, get very quiet and of all things, sleep. All I want to do is pull the covers over my head and escape.

I let everything go. My health, brain, work, friends, family… all suffered. And sadly, G received the brunt of it. It even got to the point I was having second thoughts about G and wondering if we should call it quits. The DD aspect of our relationship had all but stopped as well. Last week things came to an ugly head, and thankfully G forced a conversation I had been avoiding. It’s not that I won’t talk, it’s just incredibly hard for me to turn emotional thoughts in my head into something that make sense verbally.

After a very difficult conversation and finding out there had been a lot of miscommunication, we ended up in an embrace and held on to each other for a long time. We agreed that we love each other and need to give ourselves a chance.

I felt myself slowly climbing out of that dark hole.

Yesterday was my birthday. I tend to look back on this day and see where I’ve been in the past year and what lessons I’ve learned. One of the biggest is just how much I love and cherish my friends. I have realized that it’s ok to ask for help and cry on their shoulder when needed. I vowed to reconnect with as many as I can over the next couple of days.

So, where better to start than with my on-line friends? I opened my Google reader for the first time in about a month yesterday to catch up with all of you. Wow! It hit me like a hammer just how long it’s been since I’ve lifted my head out of the sand. You all have been busy! I am looking forward to catching up on all of your adventures. Thank you to those of you who have expressed your concerns and thoughts. They are much appreciated.

Alrighty then, who’s knee do I go over first?

Friday, September 19, 2008

Sunday at SL: Happiness & Sadness

Sunday morning we ended up in Jules room visiting, laughing, hearing tales of the night before and of past spanking parties. G also had a fun time playing with several bratty girls.

I won’t try to explain the lovely giraffe. Suffice to say, she got what she deserved, corner time and a good flogging.

Of course the sadness came when we had to say our good-byes. We checked out and headed on home around 1pm. The drive home went by rather quickly as G and I talked about all our adventures and feelings we had over the weekend. I was pleased to find out that we were on the same page on many things especially on the subject of playing with other people. The “ugly green monster” did not rear it’s ugly head as we feared it might. In fact, from my point of view it was fun to watch G play with someone else. I enjoyed seeing how much he was getting out of it. It’s true… when he’s happy, I’m happy.

All in all – I am delighted that we attended the Shadow Lane party. Sure there were negatives, but the positives sure outweighed any of them.

I would encourage anyone who is just thinking about attending a spanking party to go at least once. To quote Hunter S. Thompson: “Buy the ticket, take the ride.”

So, after finally experiencing a party first hand, my advice would be:
• Make sure to connect with people via blogs and the bulletin board before the party. Jules said something that proved to be very true, “a spanking party is as good as the company you keep.”
• If you are going to go as a couple, make sure to communicate and talk about your feelings.
• Be prepared for the post-party drop. I usually feel down after a vacation, but it his me particularly hard after SL (for those of you who are subs and dabble in BDSM – it was just like sub-drop.)

I know that this post has been long overdue. My vanilla life once again has taken center stage and just in general a bit overwhelmed right now. I have been lurking on all of my favorite blogs, but I have had no desire lately to write a post or comment. I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things soon.

Thursday, September 18, 2008


I was spanking D the other day with a ping pong paddle, and it broke.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Saturday Night - Pain and Pleasure

Dinner that evening was a more formal affair, For me, it’s always fun to play dress up – even in the vanilla world. I had bought a “little black dress” for the occasion. G wore a black suit with black turtleneck. G is very handsome. And when he dresses for an occasion, he ramps is up his good looks a notch and it just turns me on to no end. We were lucky we made it down to the dinner at all. Needless to say, we were a little late showing up.

We sat a great table with good people and conversation. I was feeling much more comfortable. G and I even took a spin on the dance floor. We decided to head back up and attend some suite parties. As we were leaving, we stopped to say hi to Rad and Sandy. Sandy asked if we still wanted to play. I was feeling much more comfortable, thinking she meant sometime later that evening giving me some time to mentally “prepare” (what ever the hell that means). I said “Sure!” She looked at her watch and said “How about in a ½ hour?”

“ummm…. Ahhhhh….. ummmm…..” That was my brilliant reply. I thought I would have at least an hour or two to back out of it. Thank goodness G had the power speech and said “OK, ½ hour in our suite.” She said it would just be her, Rad had a couple of prior commitments.

Nothing like being thrown into the deep end. Luckily, I’m an excellent swimmer.

I had bought an adorable plaid jumper complete with leather suspenders from Betsy Johnson to wear for G (he has a thing for naughty school girls among other things). He talked me into wearing it for the scene. I had a white cotton shirt, knee high stockings and patent leather Mary Jane shoes to complete the ensemble. It put me into the mindset completely. I was also surprisingly calm. The knock came at the door and in walked both Sandy and Rad. His appt. had rescheduled and he was able to play too. They both seemed to like what I was wearing. We all sat down and started with just general chit-chat. Then the subject turned to how we were going to play the scene. Sandy suggested since the way I was dressed that I was obviously a school girl who needs to be disciplined. Then she started to paint the picture and background on why I was there. Then Rad took over on the explanation which then turned into scolding, Before I knew it – the game was on.

Almost instantaneously, I was no longer D, I was a bratty school girl who couldn’t understand at all why she deserved any discipline at all. What a high this was for me. I love role play (hi, my name is D, and I’m a frustrated actress) and I had 3 people to bounce off of that are excellent at it. The roles ended up being Principal (Rad), Teacher (Sandy) and Dad (G). I liked the fact that we didn’t over discuss what our roles were going to be, etc. It just developed naturally. Much like a great improv session.

Having never played with either Rad or Sandy, I didn’t know how far I could push the envelope. This just added to the excitement and enjoyment of the scene. Now I know I could have pushed even harder than I did (and next time I will).

The scene lasted for 45 minutes and no one broke character the entire time. I’m not going to go into details here, but from OTK, corner time, strapped over the arm of the sofa, strapped while restrained and panty gagged on the bed, I almost had enough for one day.

After it was all over with I was in subspace heaven. I kept on asking, “Did you all get as much out of that as I did?” They all assured me that they absolutely did. Rad and Sandy had another appointment to get to. We hugged and all agreed that it would be great to play with each other in the future.

G and I decided to cruise a couple of suite parties. We ended up socializing into the wee hours of the morning. I was actually giddy – I couldn’t stop smiling, on a spanko high the rest of the night. All in all a great way to end the day.

I would like to thank Rad and Sandy for not being “gentle” to this spanko virgin (see my “firsts” list). They were fabulous and gave me exactly what I needed and didn’t hold back. Never at any time did I feel uncomfortable or had any thought of “I don’t want to be doing this.”

And a very special thanks to G – my lover and confidant. He has been and continues to be my rock that I can depend on. Encouraging and pushing me in directions that maybe I might not agree with but he knows that they are in my best interest.

This is a memory I will not soon forget and will always remember with a smile on my face.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Saturday Afternoon - Pleasure

I responded to Sandy and said we would stop by.

It was just a couple of friends getting together for “coffee talk” (said in a Brooklyn accent). I don’t know why, but there, I felt comfortable. There was no spanking going on, just friends getting together having a good time. I hadn’t laughed that much all weekend thanks to Jules and her fabulous set of rules (these will be highlighted in a future blog post). Also Katy-Lynn and KathyCA had us rolling.

After a little while, I was asked by someone, “So what do you think so far?” After a considerable pause, I confessed, “I’m a bit overwhelmed” and also admitted that I might not want to play with anyone but G. I also shared what had happened at the sisterhood party. Every single person there related and repeated what G had told me the night before. I shouldn’t do anything that I don’t feel comfortable doing and that people will respect that. It meant so much to have my feelings validated and find out I wasn’t alone. After awhile the gathering broke up. We exchanged phone and emails with several people and then headed downstairs for lunch.

I was feeling much better. After lunch we gambled a little. I even won a jackpot and was able to come home with a little extra money. G and I eventually worked our way back upstairs to our suite where we had one of the best spanking / love making sessions of the weekend.

Things were definitely looking up.

To be continued…

Saturday Morning – Pain

I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of my phone alerting me to a voice mail. I was feeling the same way I went to sleep, disappointed and a little depressed.

The voicemail was from Suzy reminding me that the Sisterhood party was at 10am. Hosted by Kat and Dee, the sisterhood meeting has become a tradition at SL. It involves a gathering of ladies on Saturday morning and is a fun time sharing and eating. About an hour after it starts mystery spankers come to the party and you can participate if you want or not. I was very reluctant to go and started to make excuses on why I shouldn’t.

At this point, I think G had finally had enough and punctuated his feelings on the matter with an OTK session. He insisted that it would be good for me to get out and go. It didn’t take long for me to see his point of view (after all, “Life is Good”). I took a shower, got dressed and went on my way.

I walked into the suite and was welcomed immediately. There were about 15 ladies in all and I wasn’t the only newbie. I still felt uneasy but tried to relax and get out my own head. We talked and introduced ourselves. About 45 minutes had passed and a couple of “mystery spankers” showed up (Magic Steve and Uncle David). All the ladies seemed delighted. I on the other hand started to freak. “I don’t want to get spanked.”, “I was enjoying the talk, what happened?” I made a really lame excuse and bolted. I’m sure I looked like a complete idiot and made a great first impression.

I went back to the room and explained what happened to G. He, as always, understood and said he was proud of me for at least trying.

It was almost lunch time and we decided to head downstairs to the coffee shop. On our way out the door I received a text message from Sandy saying that if we had time we should come by and say hi.

To be continued…

On a side note regarding bolting from the sisterhood party. I loathe liers and lying in general. Making up an excuse to get out of the party is something I am most certainly not proud of. My sincerest apologies to all involved and especially to Suzy who was and continues to be so kind to me.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Friday: Anxiety and Disappointment

I met Rad (Radspace) and Sandy (This Cat is Crazy & The Corporal Consultant) over breakfast. (G didn’t make it… he was up rather late (ahem) and when I left the room, he just had one eye open). I was incredibly nervous to start meeting people in person. Of course, after the first initial “How do you do’s” that feeling disappeared. Sandy and Rad seem to be well known in the scene and have quite the following (spanko rock stars if you will – even if they won’t admit it.) As people trickled into the coffee shop, they would stop by and say hi, exchange room numbers, etc. They graciously introduced me and slowly but surely that feeling of anxiety was whittled down to non-existent. Then Rad asked, “So, do you want to play sometime this weekend?” On the outside I acted very matter of fact and said “Sure.” But on the inside I was shouting… YAY!! YIPPPEEE!!! He wants to play with me!! I looked over at Sandy and said I would also like to play with her, and she seemed to like that idea as well.

And then then all of a sudden, the anxiety feeling started to creep in again… “Oh shit… this is really going to happen.”

We ended breakfast and would discuss specifics of when and where we would play to a later time. As we were walking out of the coffee shop we ran into G. Introductions were made and then Sandy and I attended to “girly” duties for the rest of the morning leaving the boys to their own devices and appointments.

Sandy and I had a couple of hours of alone time, and I enjoyed her company completely. One of the most pleasant surprises for me was how many women I got along with (I have very few girlfriends). I just seem to get along with and be more comfortable with men. Finding a woman that I can talk to so openly and freely and that isn’t threatened by who I am and what I’m into is a wonderful and rare occurrence. And not only did I feel this with Sandy, there were several women I felt I connected with.

Friday night was the vendors fair. We didn’t know where to go so I posted a “help us, we are lost” message on the SL bulletin board. About an hour before the fair, I received a call from Suzy (of Todd & Suzy – American Spanking Society) saying that they would show us the way to the fair. (I still can’t get over how friendly everyone was). They came up to the suite and we all headed down together.

The fair was fun but a little smaller than I expected (as far as the number of vendors present). It was a great time to get to know people and find out about what suite parties were planned for the night. I really enjoyed meeting everyone, but I started feeling overwhelmed. I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around what was going on around me. As people were making play dates and a demo paddlings were taking place, I came to the stark realization that I might not want to play with anyone else but G.

After the fair we attended one suite party. The feeling of shyness and disappointment started to overtake me. I started thinking that people would look down on me if I didn’t play. I know it was completely stupid to feel this way, but I did. I found myself wanting to be anywhere else but there. G was very understanding and took me back to our room. We talked for awhile and he assured me any feelings I might have are valid and I shouldn’t do anything I don’t want to do. We still had each other and that’s what matters most. I agreed, but the feeling that I was letting him and everyone else down never left me. G wasn’t sleepy at all and decided to stay up. He kissed me goodnight, I pulled the covers over my head and quickly fell asleep.

Maybe I’ll feel different tomorrow.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Emotions at SL

A lot of personal firsts were achieved at SL:

  • In same space with 300+ spankos

  • Spanked by someone other than sexual partner

  • Not hiding the fact I'm being spanked

  • Topped by a woman

  • Topped by 3 people at the same time

  • Pain Slut that I am, I almost had enough spanking in one day

Something that really took my by surprise were my emotions. They ran the gambit;

Thursday: Anticipation and Excitement
Friday: Anxiety and Disappointment
Saturday: Pleasure and Pain
Sunday: Happiness and Saddness

I was planning to blog and twitter as events were happening, but found myself wanting to be more “in the moment” and write about it afterwards. Then when we arrived home, our vanilla lives took over. I've have also been coming down from the party high and have felt drained all week.

My apologies if SL is old news by now, but I would like to elaborate on each day. It’s more for me to sort out my feelings than anything else. That being said, this blog post could easily turn into a novel. So I am going to turn each day into a separate entry. Thursday I’ve already posted. Next up Friday: Anxiety and Disappointment.

Friday, August 29, 2008

We Made It – Shadow Lane Party Report

It has been a very hectic past 2 weeks getting our vanilla lives in order. We wanted to enjoy Shadow Lane’s spanking party this weekend without anything hanging over our heads. G was more successful in this than I was. Work for me always seems to take over my life, even when I try to go on vacation. But that’s for another time and another blog post. Suffice to say, we walked out the door and got on the road (we drove) at 11:45am yesterday (a bit later than we first anticipated).

The ride was uneventful until half way through when the car decided to overheat. The thermometer read 117 degrees outside and the care apparently had had enough. We pulled off to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and let it cool down for a while. We got back on the road but were now running without air conditioning, but the car seemed to be ok now. We made it the rest of the way without incident and checked into our beautiful suite around 7pm. We were exhausted and decided to order room service for dinner.

We have two couches in the suite and G decided it was time to christen one of them with an OTK warm up. How great was it to not have to worry about what the neighbors might hear! Because they probably are doing the same exact thing!

It took me awhile to unpack (G to insert sarcastic comment here on how I overpack for everything) After food hit my stomach, that was it. My brain shut down. We were invited to attend a party at Todd and Suzy’s, but I would have made a really bad impression as fell asleep in a corner somewhere. So I opted to go to bed.

Woke up this morning feeling good. Going now to meet Sandy for breakfast and pedicures afterwards. Can’t wait to get the party started!

More later…

Friday, August 22, 2008

Left Cheek Friday

Started a new "tradition" today: Left Cheek Friday. Seems to be working well so far, except I'm convinced D's right cheek is a little jealous.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Stick is just as mighty as the Carrot

Fellow blogger, Hermione (Hermione’s Heart) had a great post Sunday; “The Carrot or the Stick.” It questioned if a reward for a goal achieved is a better motivator than discipline for failure. A very good question indeed.

My comment regarding this topic was:

I love receiving a reward for good deeds accomplished.

But, I am finding my motivation is just as intense (if not more so) that if I don't accomplished said task, that a discipline spanking is in my future.

I think the HOH is the key in this. They must, and have to be able to successfully differentiate a discipline spanking from one that is considered a reward. Otherwise, it can be very confusing and the whole point of the process is lost.

Little did I know later that day I would put this very theory to the test.

One of my first real disciplinary spankings was regarding driving and speeding (The Welcome Home). Yesterday I received a speeding ticket. I was not looking forward to facing G.

I thought about the post and the comment I made. Did that first disciplinary spanking do any good being I just did the same thing and now got caught? Would another spanking just be wasted?

As we all in the DD community have pondered (and from what I see, pretty much agree on) each DD couple makes it up as they go along and does what it right for their relationship. As G and I discussed the situation and the possible outcomes, we came to the conclusion that consistency is the key if this is going to work. He said (and I agreed) that if he didn’t discipline me, deep down I would be disappointed and not respect him as the HOH.

We took care of it then and there. He had me completely undress and lie face down on the bed. I was naked… vulnerable. He had a tone in his voice that meant business. He told me to be still and I was to receive 20. I was in tears from the pain after only 10. This was absolutely the hardest spanking I have ever received and came very close to using my safe word. Sex was the FURTHEST thing from my mind. (The only reason why I interject this is to emphasize that G indeed knows how to successfully differentiate a disciplinary spanking from a fun/play spanking.)

This morning I woke up still feeling the sting, both physically and mentally. I am glad that G went through with it. I do have more respect and love for him by that act of discipline.

So… the carrot or the stick? Can’t we have both?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

It's Showtime Folks!

From the Showtime series "Weeds"
All I have to say is that I'm watching this show from now on!

Monday, August 11, 2008

Social Networking – Spanko Style

I still find it pretty incredible that I could write down a few words, post them to this blog and then someone half-way around the world can read those very words almost instantaneously.

Blogging is just one of many ways of communicating and networking these days. Another social networking craze is called Twitter.

What is Twitter you ask knowingly? This is from their home page:

Twitter is a service for friends, family, and co–workers to communicate and stay connected through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question: What are you doing?

You are limited to only 140 characters per tweet, so the info being passed is short and sweet.

I have a Twitter account for my vanilla side and I am finding very useful, staying current with news stories, industry trends, etc. As well as staying in touch with friends.

So I thought, why not create an account for my spanko side? If you would like to follow me, just look up my my Twitter username: SpankMe. I will be twittering my daily spanko adventures with G and spanko topics in general. I will also be tweeting “blow by blow” from the Shadow Lane party.

If you haven’t tried it, I highly suggest a test drive. It’s very easy to set up an account, tons of fun and best of all it’s Free!

Side Note - You can download a desktop app so you don’t have to keep on going to the website to look at or update tweets. I recommend Tweetdeck or Digsby. If you have an iPhone, you can download the app – Twitterrific from the iTunes App Store.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Training and Conditioning for Shadow Lane

Yes, D and I will be attending this month's Shadow Lane party in Las Vegas. We're very excited to be attending our first time.

From everything I've read, there's LOTS of spanking at the party. (D'oh!) So, having given that some considerable thought, it seems to me that we should be preparing ourselves as best we can for the festivities.

On one level, of course, this means thinking about what clothes to bring (I'll leave that up to D), and what implements to bring (I shall handle that).

But, on another level, it's probably not a bad idea to get ready on a physical level for the party. Having read several post-party reports from previous attendees, it's clear that many of the bottoms are spanked several times each day.

So, to help D be ready for all of this, I'm going to have to start a training regimen immediately. With only three weeks to go, the plan looks like this:

Week One

Spankings three times a day, every other day, mostly OTK with my hand, but with the occasional implement as well.

Week Two

Spankings five or six times a day, five days a week, with a full compliment of hand / implements, ranging from the Bloomie (a wooden spoon we bought at Bloomingdales) to the nasty paddle we got from The Crypt, and not neglecting the belt and strap. (I don't use a cane.)

Week Three

Six or seven spankings daily, ranging from light to OMG owie!!! in all positions -- over my knee, bent over the bed, on the bed with a pillow underneath, etc.

Not having attended before, I can only guestimate the proper conditioning program so I'm hopeful this will fully prepare both D and I (after all, my hand is an instrument that must be properly conditioned as well) for the event.

We should be ready, just in time, to enjoy the party, don't you think???

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Thinking A Whole New Way

We live a wonderfully diverse neighborhood and are surrounded by Mom & Pop coffee shops, organic food markets, bondage shops, etc. which are easily accessible by walking or by biking. One of my favorite activities in is riding our utility bike to the farmer’s market every Sunday.

I had finished shopping and loaded up my bike with flowers, fresh baked bread and vegetables and headed on home. When I realized something was missing.

When I first started bicycling, G showed me the ropes (he’s been at this sport for years). One of the first things he taught me was “ALWAYS wear your helmet!”

So, when I came to the realization that the thing that was missing was my helmet, the first thought to go through my head was, “Oh shit! I forgot to put on my helmet, I’ll get a spanking for sure!”

I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and put on my helmet.

Before G was in my life, the first thought would have been, “I forgot to put on my helmet… Oh well.” And I would have rode home the rest of the way without it.

I find it fascinating how being in a DD relationship, my thought processes are being modified to react to things much differently than I would have in the past. And in my humble opinion, for the better.

Side Note 1) The photo above is of a pair of silver rings I purchased for G and I at the Farmer’s market. The artist creates jewelry from old typewriter keys and parts. These particular keys were from a 1920’s Remington typewriter.

Side Note 2) My apologies for using a bit of “colorful” language. I do tend to have a potty mouth and yes, G is attempting to correct this nasty habit as well.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Spanking Haiku

She stands before me
A naughty pleated plaid skirt
Her eyes avoiding mine.

Wordlessly I take
Her hand in mine, leading her
To the candlelit bedroom.

I guide her to lean
Over the bed, arms stretched out...

Her skirt is lifted
Revealing flowered panties
She squirms on her toes.

I whisper softly
"Are you ready?" and she melts
Her bottom clenches.

The first spanks are sharp
but playful; she kicks one foot
Wiggling with pain and pleasure.

Soon, I reach under
The waistband of her panties
She protests quickly!

Lowered so slowly
She sighs in futility
Moaning in sweet surrender.

Her bottom pinkens
As I spank from cheek to cheek
My bare hand stinging.

She stops resisting
And we become one person
Spanker and Spankee.

The sublime pleasure
The exquisite, focused pain
Blending into one.

Afterwards, I hold
Her close, stroking her soft hair
Affirming our love.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

New Implement!

I've discovered a great new implement -- our cable TV remote! It's handy, curved on the back so it fits a bottom perfectly, lightweight, and can be kept in plain view!

D grumbles when I pick up the remote, but I think she loves it as much as me.

What unusual "implements" do you use?

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda.

I did not meet my Tuesday deadline that I set for myself.

I did try, but life simply got in the way. G saw how I was working hard and giving an all out effort. He gave me an extension of one day (without me even asking). By mid-day yesterday I came to the realization that I wasn't going to meet his extended deadline either. Mentally I started beating myself up completely.

You know the feeling...
I had an all out attack of the "wouldas, shouldas, couldas".

I tend to get rather quiet when something is bothering me, and I was absolutely silent by the time we went to bed. Of course, the foremost thing on my mind was... "When is it coming? Is he going to carry out the discipline tonight? Maybe in the morning?"

But instead of discipline, G talked. And in turn I opened up and he listened. This is something no other man I've been with has been able to do so effectively. The fact that he actually has a genuine interest in what I have to say just floors me sometimes.

G reminded me that ultimately, the deadlines were self-imposed. And even though I did not meet every one them, they did accomplish their goal. Which was to get me off my butt and get the taxes done.

He also declared that I have learned my lesson and that a discipline spanking wasn't going to help matters. He did say if I was still feeling guilt or anxiety, that maybe a release spanking would help. I kissed and thanked him for his caring and understanding. I was very tired and all I could think of at that point was sleep.

So here I am at 4am writing this post. Unable to sleep a wink. I wonder now if I should have taken him up on his offer?

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Shadow Lane: Yes or No?

D and I have the kind of DD relationship that combines the occasional discipline spanking with lots (and I do mean LOTS) of "recreational" spanking -- fun spankings, quickie spankings, erotic spankings, and "dress up spankings" (if you saw D in her short pleated skirt, you'd know exactly what I mean).

Anyway... after we met, we discovered we'd both had a long curiosity about spanking parties, like the ones sponsored by Shadow Lane. There's one coming up in August in Las Vegas, and we're thinking of going.

But we've never been, and we have several concerns. We'd love to get any input from folks who've attended (or know someone who has). One of our concerns is that because the party has been held so many times, there is an "in-crowd" that won't welcome newcomers. I don't think this would be intentional, but rather a simple act of human nature. We don't want to spend the money to come to a large party where we don't feel we can "fit in."

Second, of course, it IS a public affair (or semi-public affair). What with the stories about the "outings" in England, we have what I think are normal concerns about revealing ourselves and our wonderful pastime to complete strangers.

On the other hand, we both think it would be soooo much fun and special to find ourselves in the middle of a group of like-minded people for a change, where we don't have to keep anything secret, where we might learn a few things from others, and where it would be pretty cool to see others being spanked.

So we're thinking of going. Any input from all of you out in the blogosphere would be Quite Welcome, indeed!

Friday, July 25, 2008


Owning my own business, I've only been accountable to myself. Which makes it very easy to come up with excuses on why things didn't get done, etc. Yes, there are my clients, but ultimately - it's up to me, and only me if my business succeeds or fails.

Now that I am in a DD relationship, I have someone else I can count on and be accountable to. G genuinely has my best interests at heart. And when I come to him asking for help, he takes it very seriously. And in turn, so do I.

At the beginning of this partnership with G, I thought the threat of a disciplinary spanking would be my sole motivation for doing well. Now I have discovered is (much to my surprise) what I dread more than the disciplinary spanking itself, is the thought of disappointing him.

I know ultimately I should be doing it for me. But it sure helps knowing that I have his strong arms holding me up! (Or, bending me over if need be!)

Progress report... I didn't need the extension after all. I finished sorting out my paperwork at 11:30pm last night (Thursday).

Next deadline: Tuesday: July 29 - Enter paperwork into spreadsheets.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

My Next Deadline

I did something I did't want to do... I asked G for a one day extension on my next deadline. On Tuesday, I realized that there was no way I was going to get my paperwork sorted by EOD today (EOD=End Of Day).

Yesterday he graciously gave me the extension (the deadline is now EOD Friday). I really DO NOT want this spanking to happen (the exact reason why I asked for the extension.)

I'm curious about a couple of things... Should I have even asked for the extension? Was G too generous on giving me the extension? If I'm not successful in completing my task on the extended date - should my punishment be more severe?

Of course, there are really no right or wrong answers to these questions. Being that every DD relationship is unique, the "right" answers will be what is best for myself and G.

But I am curious to find out about what you have to say. Please share your comments, I would like to hear other points of view.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Get your taxes done, or GET SPANKED!

Friday, D came to me to ask for some "help" with her taxes. She's already filed for an extension, and now she needs to get the paperwork to her tax preparer in the next month or so.

D wanted to be held accountable for getting this task done on time. She strongly believed that the consequence of a firm, no-nonsense disciplinary spanking was just the ticket.

I agreed to hold her accountable, of course, because that's my responsibility. But the more I thought about it, I realized that D's potential for success would be much greater if she would divide the (seemingly overwhelming) task into smaller pieces.

We both work in (separate) offices in our home. Although it might sound a bit daft, I sent her an email (I like a paper trail for goals), as follows:

To: D
From: G
Re: Your tax extension project
Date: July 18, 2008

You’ve come to me asking for some “motivation” to complete your income taxes for last year, and told me you have about 30 days to complete your preparation for the tax preparer.

Of course, the motivation comes in the form of a no-nonsense disciplinary spanking for failure to meet your commitment to complete this project on time.

I would like to make several suggestions to help you with this project.

1. Please prepare a project timeline that breaks the tasks down into three chunks. If you listed all you have to do, ask yourself: what could I complete in one week, two weeks, and three weeks?

2. I would like you to have the entire project done in three weeks (not 30 days) so that there is some room to complete the project on time if you don’t meet these interim deadlines.

3. I will expect a verbal report from you on these occasions:

a. When you’ve completed dividing the project into three one-week steps. I will expect this to be completed by the end of this weekend (July 20)

b. You will report whether you completed the first week’s tasks by July 27th. If you have not completed all the tasks in this portion of the project by this time, you will be given a firm disciplinary spanking.

c. You will report whether you have completed the second week’s tasks by August 3rd. If you have not completed all the tasks in this portion (and the previous portion) of the project by this time, you will be given a firm disciplinary spanking.

d. You will report on whether you have completed the third week’s tasks (in essence, the entire project) by August 10th. If you have not completed the project by this time, you will be given a firm disciplinary spanking.

e. If you have remaining tasks after August 10th, you will complete them by August 17th, ready for the tax preparer. Once again, if you have not completed (and made arrangements to get the documents to the tax preparer) by this time, you will be given a firm disciplinary spanking.
It is not my intention to deliver several disciplinary spankings.

It is my intention to keep you on track for a successful project. I would be happiest if you completed this project with no disciplinary spankings whatsoever.

If you have any questions, let me know. I’m completely confident that you can and will complete this project on time.


Yesterday, I received an email from D:

To: G
From: D
Re: My tax extension project
Date: July 19, 2008

Thank you for your help regarding my “motivation” to complete my income taxes for last year.
I have only one modification on the timeline I would like to make (with your approval of course). Since the taxes are due August 15th, I would like to shorten the period from 3 weeks to getting them done by the end of the month and delivered to my accountant. (This way it gives him time to complete the necessary paperwork before the deadline of August 15th. )
The three steps and timeline are as follows:

1) EOD Thursday, July 24 – Have all receipts and paperwork sorted out by month and categories

2) EOD Tuesday, July 29 – Have receipts and paperwork digitally recorded via spreadsheets and Quickbooks.

3) EOD Thursday, July 31 – All paperwork filed and electronically sent to accountant.

I will give you a verbal report on these occasions. And if I have not completed all the tasks by the time stated above, I understand that I will be given a firm disciplinary spanking.
As always, your efforts and thoughtfulness are much appreciated.


I'm happy to report that D's response to my email was more than sufficient as her report on the first milestone, and I am delighted with the changes she proposes. As much as we both love spanking, I would be quite pleased if she completes her project on time, and avoids having to be disciplined for it.

That's the real goal of a loving disciplinary relationship -- the achievement of goals without having to be spanked for procrastination. I'm confident she'll reach each of the milestones in this project on time.

But, if she does procrastinate, I shall not hesitate to deliver my end of the bargain -- a complete, no-nonsense, disciplinary spanking.

I'll keep you posted!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

What We Did On Our Summer Vacation

We have been out and about these past couple of weeks on our Summer vacation (hence, the lack of blog posts). We thought you might enjoy seeing a couple of photos...

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Letting Go

Today I cried.

Not only did I cry… I sobbed.

It’s now been 1 month since moving in together (and they said it wouldn’t last!) So far, it has been a wonderful experience and we both keeping telling each other in all sincerity “I’m the luckiest person on the planet!”

In the past week, I had the unfortunate experience of having to go to the emergency room with an UTI (Urinary Tract Infection). I was peeing blood and was understandably a little “freaked.” G was calm and understanding and was able to comfort me and let me know it was going to be OK.

And it was OK.

Apparently, this is a common thing (especially for people that have been going at it like a couple of teenagers!) and cleared up easily with a regimen of antibiotics.

Our sexual adventures have taken a back seat during all of this. And to put it mildly… I have been a bit frustrated. For the past couple of days I have been feeling much better and have been hinting to G that I would like to engage in a bit of sexual play. And he in turn would tease, “Maybe in 2 or 3 weeks after your infection is completely cleared up.” AAARRGGHHH!!

This morning, G asked if I was available to take a break (we both have home offices). He caught me at the right time and I said “Sure.”

He proceeded to take me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom. He crawled onto the bed and motioned for me to join him. As I laid in his arms, he stroked my hair and told me how much he appreciated all I had done for him and he wanted to show his gratitude.

“I would like to give you a spanking and take you to a place where you need to be.”

And he did.

Draped over his lap, G spanked me soundly and then brought me to orgasm. As I climaxed, it happened…. I started to cry. Then the crying turned to sobbing. I could hear G’s soft voice comforting me, “it’s alright baby, let it go… let it all go.”

I didn’t realize how much I needed the release, but G obviously did.

We stayed in that position for a long time while I wept. I think everything just caught up with me in that moment and I was able to release it in one joyous amazing burst. This was a happy, gratitude type of cry. Not a sad one.

This was the first time G saw me cry. I don't think it will be the last.

"The soul would have no rainbow, if the eyes had no tears."
Native American Proverb

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Before and After

We've added a "before" and "after" picture of D getting a spankin' (to the right). Love to hear what you think of the pics!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Which side of the bed?

I had to do a test the other day to determine which side of the bed was best for spanking D. The problem was she had put on some delicious jammies, and they always give me the itch to do some spanking.

So, we tried it on the left side of the bed, and on the right side of the bed, and finally, as you see, laying over the footboard.

Turns out all sides of the bed are PERFECT for a good spanking, as you can see. :-)

What is it about jammies that just cry out for a good spankin'?

Friday, June 20, 2008

The Welcome Home

My business trip took me away for 3 days. Needless to say, I was VERY anxious to get back to my new home and life with G.

I drove to my destination and now I had a 5 hour trip back. Now... I do freely admit I have a bit of a lead foot when it comes to driving in general. And on this particular day all I could think of is being back in G's arms, so I found myself speeding and making a couple of real bonehead moves on the road.

When I came to realization that I came rather close to being in or causing an accident, (and given the nature of our relationship) I decided to tell G what I had done and accept the consequences.

When I pulled into the driveway G came out to greet me and hugged and kissed me tenderly. With great pride and enthusiasm, he showed me all of the things he had done while I was away to make our new home even more comfortable for us. Then he led me into the bedroom. He had taken great care to make the setting ooze romance. Lying on the bed was a men's dress shirt (one of his favorite things he likes his lady to wear) and one of our favorite implements. A black leather strap that when used lightly can be incredibly erotic. But when used for disciplinary purposes, it leaves quite an impression (both physically and mentally!)

Now I felt even worse. I was about to ruin this wonderful romantic moment and turn it into one of discipline. G told me to take a shower and to put on the shirt. He would be waiting in the living room for me.

As I let the hot water wash over me, I contemplated... Do I spoil the mood and confess my misbehavior, or do I wait until tomorrow? Well... I knew if I waited the punishment would be even more severe.

As we we cuddled and kissed on the couch. I said in a very low voice... "I have a confession to make." G sat up and looked me in the eye. "And what would that be?" I began to explain what had happened on the road. He definitely was not pleased. He decided that we needed to take care of this immediately. After some deliberation, (much to my dismay) G declared the punishment would be 50 strokes with the implement that had earlier been laid out for use. The black leather strap.

He led me to the bedroom where he asked me to get into position. Reluctantly, I proceeded to crawl onto the bed, place two pillows underneath me as I laid down on my tummy. As he raised the shirt to expose my bare bottom, he asked me why we were doing this. Sheepishly I answered "Because I sped and drove recklessly."

"That's right. Are you ready?"

After a few moments, I did answer "yes."

"And count every stroke."

"Yes sir."

The first couple of strokes, G mercifully took it a little easier. But they still stung. When the count reached 10, G paused and proceeded to lecture me on how foolish and selfish it was to take those type of chances. Then he started again, much harder.

"11, 12, 13..."

This was the first time G had me count the strokes. I must say, when the blows are coming that hard and quick, it is very difficult to concentrate on counting numbers, but I did manage... barely. Every 10 strokes G paused and I received another lecture. We finally reached 30. Almost done. I was not sure I could take it anymore and was almost crying at this point (most likely out of guilt than the pain of the spanking).

"31, 32, 33..."

When G reached 40 he did not stop this time and just kept on going. I have not felt this kind of pain during a spanking... ever. When the count of 50 was finally reached, I melted into the bed.

G decided I needed one more, and did not hold back.


I felt the strap being gently laid across my red hot bottom. G told me not to move and think about what just happened. He left the room. After several minutes, G returned and whispered into my ear, "I want you to also think about how new our relationship is and that you almost put and end to it before it had a chance to begin." He left the room again.

That killed me. I have to say, I have never felt this kind of regret for my actions. I did realize how foolish it was and how my actions could have affected not only my life, but the lives of so many others.

After he returned, he declared that it was done and over with and it was time to return to more pleasant matters. The rest of the evening was sublime and romantic. I was filled with gratitude and love.

In conclusion; I am very happy that I have chose this lifestyle and that I have found a man like G to love me, hold my hand and lead me to be a better person.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Welcome home!

D has been away on a short business trip for three days. She'll be home tonight. A short while ago, she sent me a text to give me her estimated time of arrival.

I responded with one of my own: "What will you want first...a little food, a little spanking, or a hot bath?"

She responded, "You are a freakin' mind reader! The first thing is a huge hug and a kiss from you!"

I think I'll lay out a favorite implement on the bed. It's going to be a great homecoming!

Friday, June 13, 2008

Top and Bottom Haircut

Just a personal preference, I tend to like longer hair on men. I expressed this to G, so he decided to let his hair grow out a bit. It got to the point that it was driving him nuts, so it was time to visit his favorite barber.

When he sat down in the chair, he expressed how his new girlfriend prefers it long. The barber took note of this and started to trim.

At the end of the haircut as G was inspecting his handy work in the mirror, the barber said;

“You’ll like the top, she’ll like the bottom.”

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Her First Disciplinary Spanking

Perhaps she'd been lulled into a false sense of security. After all, our relationship isn't very old, but we've already enjoyed many a playful or erotic spanking - and no disciplinary action at all.

We click on every level imaginable. Of course spanking and the idea of a loving discipline relationship drew us together, but it was all the other things, big and small, which "sealed the deal" as far as we're concerned.

But, although we'd talked about it from time to time, there simply had been no reason to take her over my knee for proper discipline until that day. It was a day which started out just like all others, and there was no foreshadowing of what was to come...

I had to run an errand for a friend in the morning, and D decided to tag along. At first I gave that no second thought - I would always choose to have D with me if that's possible. Then I remembered that D had told me she had a lot of work to get done back home, and I saw how she was avoiding her responsibilities. And I further remembered how she'd told me that one of the things she wanted to work on was procrastination.

Still and all, it didn't quite rise to the level of a disciplinary spanking, to my way of thinking that morning. After all, we are still quite new to this relationship, and any time we can spend together is a blessing!

The errand involved having to pay a small fee to visit a museum. We arrived, and D then suddenly "remembered" she'd forgotten her wallet! The money wasn't the issue -- but I was more than a little concerned that she would leave the house without her identification, let alone cash or credit cards. Rather irresponsible!

Later that day, I was out and about, and found myself in front of a grocery store, which reminded me that D had said she would pick up some olive oil when she went to the store herself. I called to see whether she'd completed the task.

She'd forgotten all about it.

She'd also promised to make a duplicate house key. Playing a hunch, I asked her if she'd tried out the new key to see if it worked.

She'd forgotten to get the new key as well.

It was all too obvious at that point. D was procrastinating, forgetting things, and not following through with promises. None of them major offenses, but the pattern was crystal clear. And, there was only one thing to do to get this nipped in the bud. I sent D a text:

I’ll be home in half an hour. I’ll expect you upstairs, in position, bottom bare.

T0 her credit, I found D upstairs, laying on the bed, a pillow beneath her and her bare bottom waiting for whatever was in store.

I said nothing at first, but changed my clothes and prepared to deliver her first disciplinary spanking. I was proud of her for being ready, for not arguing, for clearly understanding that this was not to be something playful or erotic.

I chose to use Bloomie, a wooden spoon we'd purchased at Bloomingdales, for the spanking. It has a sharp sting and really drives home a point. I gave D a brief lecture, detailing the four reasons she was about to be spanked.

I told her these offenses deserved about ten strokes with Bloomie. She seemed to accept her fate until I made it clear that what I meant was ten strokes for EACH offense. Forty in all. She gasped.

I quickly delivered the first ten, and then the next ten. She was handling it fairly well - no wiggling, no protesting, not even much kicking except what was clearly involuntary.

When I got to thirty, D seemed to melt into the mattress. There was something about her body language that told me she was contrite, she had accepted responsibility, she had remorse, and she was committed to really changing her ways next time.

But a deal is a deal, and I had ten more strokes to deliver. They were delivered steadily and firmly, and D almost shook as she took her punishment.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it was over. I pulled her close and stroked her hair and neck. I held her for a long time, letting her know how much I love her, and how proud I was that she'd taken her punishment "like a big girl."

No corner time (this time).

When it was over, it was over. The slate was clean. After holding D for quite some time, I slipped away so she could pull herself together.

The first disciplinary spanking was over at last. And, when I spank to discipline, when the spanking is over, the incident is over as well. The reasons for the spanking are wiped clean. As if to prove this point, when I began to write this post today, a couple of days after the event, I had to ask D -- "Now, what was it I disciplined you for the other day?"

I honestly had forgotten the offenses. I don't hold on -- to do so would be very unfair. She did the "crime," and she did the "time," and we both moved on.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

My First Disciplinary Spanking

The text message read;

I’ll be home in half an hour. I’ll expect you upstairs, in position, bottom bare.

I was to receive my first disciplinary spanking from G.

This was in response to several small things which on their own would have earned a strong lecture at best. But after the 4th offense, I received the text message above.

I must admit, when I first read the message I was very aroused (just the word “spank” gets me going). Then it occurred to me very quickly, that this was not going to be a fun spanking – this one was going to hurt… a lot. I just stared at my phone for a couple of seconds deciding weather or not to respond. I decided not to, this way G would have the final word on the matter as he rightfully should.

I looked at the clock… 5:10pm. My heart started to race and I could no longer concentrate on what I was doing. All I could think about was the spanking that was about to happen.

When knowing that a fun/erotic spanking is in my future, this anticipation phase is simply delicious and sublime. Although the feeling was similar, knowing that this was going to be a disciplinary spanking added a whole new dimension to the scene – I was a little frightened.

It wasn’t the fact I that I didn’t completely trust G (I wouldn’t be in this relationship if I didn’t). I think it was simply the feeling of the unknown. How long would he take before coming upstairs? What would his lecture be like? What implements would he use? How many strokes had I earned? How hard would it be? Would I cry?

All of these questions kept on running through my head as I kept an eye out for him coming up the walkway. I kept on checking the clock… 5:20… 5:21. What??? Only ONE minute has passed??? Finally, I decided to not drive myself insane any longer. I took off my shorts and panties and laid on my tummy with a pillow under my hips. (Just as a side note… G and I never really discussed what “the position” was. We had chatted a little about the subject and read a blog here and there – I just assumed this is what he wanted and hoped that I was correct. Turns out I assumed correctly, thank goodness!)

I finally heard the door open. I was relieved, the wait was finally over and actually relaxed a little… until I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Then my heart began to race. I looked the other way as I heard him enter the bedroom. I heard him toss his keys on the bathroom counter and change clothes not saying a word all along. And then it began…

...the lecture. Going over each item that warranted a reprimand. Then after the lecture, he sat on the side of the bed, looked into my eyes and asked me what would be a fair amount of strokes. My mind started to rationalize… “well… if I say five, maybe he’ll only give me ten… but if I say ten he might give me 15… “ Not waiting for an answer, G stated that I would receive ten. I was actually relieved. “Sigh… Ten – I can do that.” Then without missing a beat he added… “… for each offense. 40 total.” What??!! I didn’t want to argue, being that this is what he has decided, but I know he could see the protest in my eyes. Then he asked, “Ready?” The only word I could say was “No.” His response… “too bad.”

G had his left arm around my waist and his weight of his body against mine – there was no way to wriggle out of this one. He decided to use “Bloomie”(a wooden spatula bought on a trip to Bloomingdales). The first twenty swats were hard, but not unbearable. The set of thirty were harder. I felt myself wanting to struggle and reach back, but told myself that I deserved this and to take it. I almost cried when G started in on the final ten. Then it was over.

I laid there for a moment feeling the sting and heat coming from my bottom. G laid back on the bed and motioned for me to come over to him. As he held me in his arms, stroked my hair and told me how good I did, I have never felt more connected and in love with anyone as I did at that moment.

I’m not looking forward to my next discipline spanking (if there is one *grin*), but I will be grateful knowing that G will have the love and caring to recognize when it is necessary.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Five Road Side Rests, One Wonderful Day!

D and I recently took a long road trip and discovered the joys of road side rests. In fact, we realized by day's end that we'd set what will likely be a Personal Record which might stand for a long, long time!

You see, I spanked D in five different road side rest stops, all in the same day. The first was just a quick three smacker behind a storage shed (and ending JUST before a trucker walked by with his dog). The second was a great spot where we found a trail that wandered off into the woods.

Next, we found a third location a few more miles down the road with a GREAT path that led into a clearing in some woods. (See the photo above.) I took D over just one knee as I knelt my other knee on the ground.

The best spot may have been Road Side Rest #4, where I was able to take D down to the edge of a small river, and spank her bared bottom while sitting on some large rocks. The cool air was wonderful, and the river served well as a sound deafener!

Finally, we paused for one more "rest" at the fifth stop, where there were far too many people! We did find a picnic bench as far away from everyone as we could and enjoyed a quick classic OTK on the bare. There's not much "give" in a concrete picnic table bench, I'll say that for sure! Even MY butt was sore!

D and I both LOVE Road Side Rest spankings, and highly recommend them to one and all!

Sunday, May 18, 2008

The Fun Of Role Play

We’ve all seen them… the cheerleader and the coach, the naughty school girl and the professor, doctor and the patient, the prostitute and the client… The majority of interested parties watch these type of scenarios play out on some secret DVD hidden in a drawer somewhere. Fantasizing that’s you as the school girl and your mate as the professor who needs to teach you some respect!

Why fantasize? When you can actually play these scenes out for yourselves!

Role play can bring a whole other exciting dimension to a relationship. It allows everyone involved to let go… and be in the moment. Some find it hard to do. Total trust is a MUST. Knowing that you can enter this space without any fear or judgment (for example… the fear of being laughed at).

In the moment… that is the key. You must be able to lose yourself in the moment.

In a future post, G and I will share our first “real time” role play that took place at our second meeting. We will write it together sharing both points of view – top and bottom.

The following is our first exploration into what we thought our spanko relationship might be like, and it happened to involve a role play type situation. This took place during an IM chat just 10 days after our first initial correspondence, and totally came out of the blue. After discussing it afterwards, we both were completely taken by surprise and were delighted by it.

This is when we knew… that we would get along just fine. Enjoy!

(We encourage you to post comments. G and I would love to hear about any role play that you might have done… or might like to do!

Please note: this is a word for word transcript – absolutely no edits have taken place)


D: you'll come home from a meeting

D: just candles lighting up the place

D: table set

D: "D had to go somewhere"...

D: I'm her friend... she wanted me to make sure you were... "entertained"

G: *deep sigh*

G: could be my birthday present!

D: so you would like something like that??

G: that would be fun

G: you could even adopt some other personality for the night

D: sure...

G: i have no idea what, but...

G: i could even say at some point, "Has D ever shared with you what we really like to do after dinner?"

D: no... she didn't mention anything to me

G: I bring out a leather paddle... hold it out for you to see

D: oh my!

G: ever been over a knee?

D: is that what I think it is?

D: no never... and I don't think I want to!

G: she likes me to warm her up from time to time...

G: well, if you're going to be in THIS house, you have to play by OUR rules...

D: well... I don't think so....

G: give me your hand, darlin

D: but she is my best friend....

G: dinner was sweet and all, but you DID cook the steak too much...

D: it was perfect! what are YOU talking about!

G: it was burnt leather.

G: and, when D makes such a bonehead mistake, we take care of it after dinner...

G: Just as I'm going to do now, with you.

D: bonehead!!!!!????

G: Give me your hand.

D: why should I?

G: GIVE me your hand!!

D: *eyes wide open*

G: *takes hand and begins leading you into the bedroom*

D: just what do you think you are doing??

G: Next time you're cooking a steak for a man and he asks for medium rare, you'll make SURE it's medium rare.

G: I'm going to make sure you never ever forget that.

D: you are not going to do this!!!

G: I am indeed. You're going over my knee, and I'm going to paddle your behind.

D: no you most indeed are NOT!

G: *yanking you into position*

G: Your protests will fall on deaf ears, my friend...

D: *kicking and yelling ensues*

G: I would suggest you calm yourself

D: you ass!

G: it will be easier on you

G: Ass???? Did you just call me an ASS???


D: OUCH!!!!

G: Whack! WHACK!

D: *reaching back and kicking*

D: how DARE YOU!!!!

G: Okay, make it harder on yourself if you like *pinning arm*

D: aaarrrgghhhh!!!!

G: That skirt is going to come up...


G: Oh. Yes. It. Is.

G: *tugging at the hem*

D: kicking

G: *exposing your panties*


G: Kick all you want, m'dear... doesn't change the fact that your pantied bottom is about to feel the sting



D: you ass!!! OUCH!

G: Keep that up, and the panties come DOWN.



G: Mmmm...starting to see some color....



G: Now tell me, why am I doing this??



G: Tell me!



D: OW!!! OK... ok....

D: just stop please

G: WHHACK! ! !


G: Oh, such impertinence!

D: is THAT what you a wanted to hear??

G: Obviously, you haven't learned a thing...

G: Guess the panties must come down as well...

D: LEARNED??? You are an arrogant ass

G: You're going to be spanked, young lady, until you change that attitude...

G: Do I make myself clear?

D: attitude... ATTITUDE???

D: YOU"RE the one with a "ATTITUDE"!!!

G: *jerking the panties down just below the cheeks*

G: Keep it up, missy

G: *raising paddle*

D: hey!!! you can't do that!

D: no!!!!

G: I think ten is in order here...

D: *looking back*

D: no!






D: STOP!!!


G: I'm sorry, missy, it doesn't work that way...


D: I'm Sorry!!!

G: I need to see some contrition!


D: I'm Sorry!!! OK?

G: *running fingernails over your bottom...*

G: You're not credible... SMMMMACK!


D: What do I have to DO????

D: *kicking*

G: You could *SMACK* change your tone *SMACK!* for one thing

D: ok.... is this better?

G: better, yes... SMACK!

D: please!

G: what have you learned?


D: not to piss you off!

G: No, i'm sorry, but that's not quite it....


D: ouch!

D: ummm....

G: yes? *paddle raised*

D: that I should cook the steak the way you asked

G: and why should you do that?

D: ggggrrrrr

G: *paddle still raised*

D: because it's the right thing to do (with a growl)


D: ouch!!!!

G: you almost had it...

D: isn't that what you wanted to hear???

G: only if and when YOU believe it

D: I do!

G: uh huh

D: really I do!

G: why should it matter how you cook my steak?

D: because I need to make sure you're taken care of???

G: SMMMACK! try harder....

D: ouch!

D: because you said so

D: and it's the right way

G: listen carefully...

G: yes. NOW you get it.

G: you should do it right because YOU care enough to want to please me

D: yes sir

G: Do you think *SMACK!* you can remember that?

D: ouch!

D: yes

G: *long pause*

G: Okay, then we've had a meeting of the minds.

G: Pull your panties up.

D: yeah... your mind meeting my behind!

D: ok

G: touche, i'll give you that one...

G: Now, are you going to tell D about this, or shall I?

D: tell D??? I could never tell her this!

G: She'll be here soon. Perhaps you could just show her your red bottom...

D: *looking down*

D: i think I need to go....

G: Oh no... not just yet

D: what?

G: I think I heard her car

D: shit!

G: I think it might be best if you just went over to that corner there and did a little corner time.

D: corner time?????

G: Yeah... now scoot!

G: and bring those panties back down too

D: gggrrrrr

D: *mumbles under breath*

G: Scoot! *SMACK!*

D: ouch! OK!

G: Now... let's get that skirt tucked up above your waist

G: and you STAY in position... no rubbing!

D: *looks back*

G: hands folded behind your back...


D: fine

G: *noise of key in the door lock*

G: There she is...

G: You stay there. I'll let her know you're here.

G: Give you some girl talk time...

D: great....

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

The Picnic

They both had worked hard, these past few weeks, so today's picnic up in the mountains was to be a special treat -- a time for relaxation, for laughter, for fun in the sun.

Which is why he was so confused by her attitude that morning -- a bit grumpy, somewhat forgetful, often impatient. When he asked her about it, she denied it all, and told him he was "projecting." Damn, he hated when she tried to use psychology on him!

He put it out of his mind as they finished the preparations. Perhaps she'd feel better when they got to the trail and out into nature. He carefully put the last of the food and cutlery into the backpacks as she finished dressing. She emerged from the bedroom in her new hiking shorts, a white jersey pullover top, and well-worn hiking boots with baggy wool socks. He smiled at the sight of her, always so compelling and fresh. He hoped her mood would lift soon.

They drove the nearly thirty miles in uncomfortable silence, however. She found fault in his driving, as usual. She would point out cars for him to watch out for, remind him not to exceed the speed limit, and chastise him for not buying fuel sooner. Damn! She could be so moody! Fortunately, the CD player worked perfectly, and for most of the trip, they rode in silence and listened to tunes.

He tried, gently and tactfully, to change her mood, but his efforts fell flat. He then suggested that perhaps they should turn around and go home, because obviously this picnic wasn't working out well today. She responded with a flash of anger and insisted that they press on. They had planned a picnic for weeks now, and by God, they were going to have a picnic!

With an audible sigh, he drove on, thinking to himself that she needed an attitude adjustment, sooner rather than later. Fortunately, he had remembered to pack a small leather paddle in his backpack. If her behavior didn't improve rather dramatically, and rather soon, she was going to have HER picnic laying over his lap...

At long last, they arrived at the parking area and climbed out of the car. Wordlessly, they each donned their backpacks and set out on the trail. It wasn't five minutes before she was nagging him about whether he had locked the car, remembered to bring insect repellent, and had matches for the fire. Geesh! This was going to have to come to a stop immediately!

Within a few moments, they came to a small clearing beside a running brook. They had seen no one on the trail to this point, and being late in the season, he suspected that they would be alone most of the day (but then, there were NO guarantees of that!). He knew that the time to adjust her attitude was at hand.

He spotted a log, and suggested they pause their for a rest. Slipping off his backpack, he patted the space next to him for her to share. She took her sweet time, complaining about this and that, before finally plopping herself beside him.

"You know, you've been in a lousy mood all day, and frankly, it's spoiling my picnic!" he said to her.

"So? So now I'm responsible for your mood, as well? Figures... you've made me responsible for everything else this week..." she whined.

"You know, I'm a little sick and tired of taking your attitude, young lady!" His voice was firm -- the way it always was when he had spanking in mind. She couldn't help but notice it.

But she threw caution to the wind, and sassed him some more. There was no WAY he'd spank her out here, was there? He'd never spanked her in a public place before; she was safe. And by the time they'd returned home, she'd have him forgetting the whole incident....

Which is why she was totally unprepared for what happened next. He took her hand, and with one swift motion pulled her over his knee, so that her bottom was high in the air. His grip on her was like a vice -- no matter how much she wriggled and struggled, she remained glued to his lap.

"Honey!" she cried out. "You CAN'T do this here! What if someone comes along?"

"Then they will witness you getting spanked in the forest. When it is time to adjust your attitude, it must be done immediately -- you know that!"

"But honey, PLEASE!"

"Too late for that," he replied, firmly. "You've been a whining, complaining, nagging companion all day, and there's NO excuse for it. You're going to be spanked right here, and right now!"

"NOOOOoooooooo!" she responded. "You can't do this to me!" And she struggled even harder. She was very aware of what was about to happen, and yet startled when the first loud SMACK landed on her new hiking shorts.

"Ouuuuuch! You bastard!" she cried out.

With THAT, he spanked harder on her shorts. Fortunately, the thick material provided her a modest amount of protection, but she knew, with a sinking feeling, that it wouldn't do so for long.

She begged him over and over to stop, and she looked around as best she could to see whether other hikers. She would be SO embarrassed if someone happened along!

Then, thankfully, he stopped. She sighed and relaxed and struggled to regain her composure. He was through. He had gotten it out of his system. Thank God!

She heard him rummaging through his backpack. Probably wants some water, she thought. At least he's going to let me up and we can continue this charade of a picnic!

But... he DIDN'T let her up. He reached around her waist, and unsnapped her hiking shorts. Before she could even grasp what was happening, he'd pulled them down below her bottom, exposing her panties. Oh my God!!!

She squirmed on his lap and looked around as best she could and was STARTLED to see him wielding that wicked little leather paddle! "Noooooo! You're NOT going to use that on me! Pleeeeeeeease!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as usual. His hand was already high in the air, clutching the paddle. She barely had time to clench her bottom when the first landed on her right cheek. "Owwwwwwwww!" she cried out!

Later, she was at least thankful that the paddling was swift. After he pulled down her panties, (to her utter embarrassment) he worked quickly. Probably no more than twenty strokes, although there was no way she could have kept count. Well aimed strokes landed on each cheek, over both cheeks, and even on her upper thighs!

But she was completely embarrassed and humbled by her first spanking outdoors. And she promised him, over and over, that her behavior would NEVER be repeated. Never!

And he accepted her promise, knowing it wouldn't be long before she forgot, and needed yet another lesson in proper behavior.

He hugged her for a long time, gently squeezing her bottom too, before allowing her to pull up her panties and shorts. He even shouldered her backpack as well, for a while, given that she was suffering from a very warm bottom.

And later, when they had found the perfect spot for the picnic, sweet and isolated and summer fragrant, he showed her how much he loved her, and she did the same. It was a picnic they would often remember, as the years rolled by.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

My Blog Cherry

It finally happened… G popped my blog cherry last night. I was officially added as a contributor – making Loving Discipline “our” blog!

Allow me to introduce myself. I’m D, the new woman in G’s life.

I've always been a "spanko" and known that I liked it, but was always embarrassed to say anything or admit it. Growing up, I would sneak a peak at OTK photos or movies, secretly wishing that it was me being spanked.

In the past couple of years, I discovered the “spanko” blogs and stories available online. Finding out that there is a whole community of spankos out there… just like me!

One in particular “Taken In Hand” struck me. As I read through several of the articles and realized that this was the foundation of the type of relationship I have always wanted. One of the biggest factors that attracts me to a relationship such as this is that it allows both parties to bring to the table their true inner selves. It is the very definition of masculinity (dominance without being a bully) and femininity (submissiveness not weakness) without any fear or judgment from either party involved.

My dilemma… I desired the “Taken In Hand” domestic discipline aspect while at the same time, keeping the erotic / fun side of spanking in a relationship as well. It seems that a lot of the relationships out there are one side or the other, but either have difficulty or do not choose to include both as part of their partnership.

I resigned myself the fact that it was almost going to be impossible find someone who wanted these same exact things. And not only these things, but that I also “clicked” with on a intellectual and emotional level.

Impossible right? Au contraire!

One of my favorite blogs is “My Bottom Smarts.” This is how I found G. Every once in a while, Bonnie lists a few “new kids on the block” and encourages readers to take a look at these new blogs. Loving Discipline was one of them.

I clicked on the link. Little did I know my life was to soon change… dramatically.

After I started to read, I was fascinated by how G described who he was looking for, what kind of relationship he desired and how close it matched mine. It seemed genuine. He wasn't looking just for someone to spank, he was looking for a true partner. Then the kicker… I read his post “The Proper Spanking.” That was it! He described it perfectly! I never thought I would email a complete stranger, especially on this subject… but my heart, gut and mind all said – email him NOW!

The rest, as they say, is history. In one week we begin our new lives together.

We look forward to keeping this blog up-to-date with our adventures. This will be a unique perspective into a LDD relationship by offering both points of view.

Thoughts become things... choose good ones!