Just a reminder - check out the two books on the left side of my page! These are truly amazing. For anyone in (or who wants to be in) a Domestic Discipline relationship, these should be read start to finish - and then read again. I learned a lot from them, and hubby did too. I had almost given up hope that this lifestyle would ever become a reality. You see, hubby is a spanko really only interested in the sexual type of spanking. I crave the discipline side. We were butting heads because he didn't want to punish me, and I had dug in my heels and decided that if I wasn't going to get what I needed, then screw it, I just wasn't interested in any of it. Then these books came along. Hubby has read How To Give A Spanking - found it most enlightening! No, it's not an instant fix, but it sure opened the lines of communication and helped him see what it means for me and what's in it for him. I was then able to explain to him that if I were getting what I needed on the discipline side, I would probably be more receptive to the other types also (a true example of 'what's good for the goose is REALLY good for the gander'!). That seemed to spark his interest quite a bit! (Also told him his male friends - spanko or not - would ask him what was wrong with him if he told them he had a wife who was willing to be spanked for bad behavior but he didn't want to do it - LOL!) The hardest part of all this seems to be starting the conversation. These books will help you do that, and then give you lots of guidelines on where it can go from there. Can't recommend them enough - just click on the link on the top left for the Variant website and check them out!
Also, I had posted earlier that my spanking the other night didn't go well and you asked why. He waited 14 hours after telling me I was getting the spanking (and wondered why I didn't eat a bite of food all day!), and then it was a five minute, over the edge of the bed spanking (during which he was chuckling!), followed by him saying good night and going to bed. Ugh. The 14 hour wait was agony, not only because of the anticipation, but also because I began to think he wasn't going to follow through. Then he chuckles during it, when what I really needed was a bit of a telling off. And to top it all off, being dismissed after 5 minutes and him going to bed did not make me feel like he was giving it (or me) the serious attention it needed. Yes, I wanted the lecture, the being put in a corner to think about it. I certainly didn't want to be the one last chore of the day before he went to bed - I felt somewhat abandoned. So anyway, after he read the above mentioned book and we started talking, I was able to explain all this to him. Hopefully, they will get better from here.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Cutest Heart Shaped Bottom!
These two videos get major points for realism. The spanking isn't abusive, but it's good and hard, and her reaction is perfect - I don't think she is acting! Pushes a lot of my buttons! What do you think?
Yes please!
Ahhhh - this has it all. The lecture, the spanking, the cornertime as he sits nonchalantly reading his newspaper when he's done. Many a spanking fantasy have gone this route.............
Friday, August 21, 2009
Spanking on the horizon................
Well, I goofed up big time yesterday. Hubby came home from work and wanted to talk about some things that I was just not in the mood to discuss. Topics are not important - the bad thing is that I threw a bit of a temper tantrum and then sulked. All evening. Hubby went to bed and I sulked some more. Then I started feeling guilty. So before I went to bed, I made him a card and left it on his dresser. It said 'I'm sorry. I behaved like a real brat yesterday. I'd feel better if you would just give me a good old fashioned spanking. Wouldn't you?'. Didn't sleep well at all and finally gave up at 6am. Went downstairs and hubby finally came down around 8am. He laid the card in front of me and said, 'I agree! We have a date later today!'. So now he is out in the yard doing yard work and I'm here on pins and needles. Don't know when, don't know how. But I suspect I may be sitting carefully by this evening!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Facebook for Spankos!
Why had I never heard of this? www.spankolife.com Check it out! I've signed up - you'll find me there as Leigh.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
DD (As I Wish It Was) - a story
Hi all! Well, the imagination has taken off again (finally!) so I scribbled out a story. Usual theme. Hope you enjoy it. Also, be sure to check out my post from earlier today (OMG! - below). Reading these books renewed my hope that this lifestyle is possible and inspired the story! All comments appreciated.
DD (As I Wish It Was)
Leigh had only been home a few moments. Her husband, Mark, had gotten there about 15 minutes before her. As she came in from the garage and entered the kitchen, she saw Mark standing there, hands on hips, a look of aggravation on his face. She looked around and saw the reason for his consternation. The sink was full of dirty dishes, the floor hadn’t been swept, and there was general crap all over the table. ‘Leigh, what is the meaning of this?’ Mark inquired. She fluttered her hands in a dismissive manner. ‘I haven’t had time to clean up. You know I had errands to run today.’ ‘This isn’t the only mess, young lady. The bed hasn’t been made either. Now, what time did you leave today?’ Leigh looked down. ‘About 11:00,’ she murmured. ‘And you couldn’t find 30 minutes before you left to get your chores done?’ Mark growled. Leigh opened her mouth to blurt out an excuse, any excuse, but Mark stopped her with a wave of his hand. ‘Don’t even try it. There is no excuse for this. You know the agreement – upstairs, panties down, and in the corner. I’ll be up to deal with you in few minutes.’
Leigh debated arguing with him, but decided her best option was to do as she was told. She turned and fled the room, racing up the stairs to the bedroom. Going to the corner, she shoved her pants and panties down to her knees, put her hands on her head, and stuck her nose to the wall. ‘It’s your own fault,’ she sniffed to herself. ‘You asked for a disciplinary relationship, and even helped set the guidelines. But I don’t want a spanking!’ She almost wailed that last sentence out loud when she heard Mark approaching her from behind. But part of the rules she had agreed to was not arguing when she had a spanking coming. She steeled herself for the coming lecture.
‘Young lady, you know that you have very few rules that we have set. One of them is simple housework. You know as well as I do that I don’t expect a spotless house. But I do like a clean kitchen to cook in and a nicely made bed to crawl into after a hard day. You had plenty of time to accomplish both those things this morning before you left and you chose not to. Therefore, you are going to be punished. First, you are going to come make this bed. Then you are going to bend over it for a paddling. Then you will go downstairs and clean up the kitchen, followed by another paddling over the kitchen table. You will then sit down and write 100 times, ‘I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished’. To finish off, you will go over my knee and read me those lines, each one followed by a swat from the hairbrush. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes sir,’ Leigh whispered. She turned and reached down to pull up her pants as she left the corner. ‘Leave those down!’ Mark ordered. ‘I want that bottom where I can see it!’ Leigh flushed with embarrassment but did as she was told, shuffling awkwardly around the room as she made the bed.
When she was done, Mark placed three pillows in a stack on the side of the bed. ‘Over you go,’ he instructed. Leigh moaned but placed herself in position. Her toes touched the floor and her bottom was offered up to her husband. He wasted no time in obtaining the Lexan paddle and applying it forcefully to her rounded backside. Within three strokes, Leigh was yelping and twisting, dancing on her toes as she tried to wiggle away from the stinging smacks. But Mark ignored her protests and laid on 25 hard swats. Leigh was howling when he laid down the paddle.
‘Now, downstairs. Get busy on that kitchen. I’m right behind you!’ Leigh struggled to her feet and scurried out of the room and down the steps the best she could with her pants around her knees. Dignity was no longer an option – she just wanted to stay far enough ahead of him so that she was out of reach of the occasional smack. She began loading the dishwasher, her face burning as she realized that every time she bent down, her bare bottom was poked out, in full view of and on offer to her husband. After clearing off all the counters and tabletop and wiping them down, she grabbed the broom and did her best to sweep up in spite of her restraining attire. As soon as she had put the broom away, Mark had her by the arm and was guiding her to the now-clean table. ‘Lean over and grab the other side, please. And do not let go!’ As it turned out, their round kitchen table was just the right size where Leigh could lean across it, on tiptoes, and her thighs rested against one side while her fully outstretched hands could just grab the opposite edge. This tightly stretched position meant that she had no leeway to arch her upper body upward to try to twist away. She also knew that if she let go to try and reach back to protect her bottom, she would just make it worse for herself. Resting her face on the hard surface, she awaited her fate.
Mark soon proved to her that her laziness was not to be tolerated. Picking up a wooden spoon, he applied another 25 stinging smacks to Leigh’s still-red backside. By swat two, she was yelping. By number ten, she was bouncing up and down on her toes, wiggling her backside in a vain attempt to avoid the swats. When Mark finally finished the barrage, she was collapsed over the table, sobbing and hiccupping out promises to be a good girl in the future. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, rubbing her hot bottom as she lay there. But he was determined to teach her a lesson, and knew he could not back down on the full scope of her promised punishment. He helped her stand, and then directed her to sit down on the hard wooden chair. Leigh winced as her throbbing bottom hit the cold solid seat. Mark fetched a note pad and pen, placing them in front of his wife. ‘Write!’ he ordered, and then left the room.
Leigh sighed and picked up the pen. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of her pen as she wrote. Between the monotony of the writing, the sting of her bare bottom on the unforgiving chair, and the cramps that started in her hand around sentence 33, it was not a pleasant experience, nor one she wanted to repeat anytime soon. The knowledge that she still had one more spanking coming did not make it any easier. When sentence 100 was finally written, she slowly rose from her chair and shuffled into the living room, where Mark was sitting on the couch, watching the news and waiting for her. Head hanging, she held out the sheaf of papers to him for his inspection. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dreaded hairbrush lying next to him, and she shuddered. Mark ignored this as he scanned the pages. After what seemed an eternity, he motioned for Leigh to place herself over his lap.
Shuffling to his side, she draped herself over his knees. He positioned her so that her feet were on the floor and her upper body was resting on the couch beside him. ‘Up on your elbows, young lady,’ he told her. When she had raised her upper body off the couch, he slid the papers under her nose. ‘You will read the number of the sentence, and then the sentence. After each one, you will receive a swat. You will wait for that swat before reading the next sentence. Got it?’ Leigh just nodded miserably. ‘Good. Read!’
In a trembling voice, Leigh read out ‘One. I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished.’ CRACK! The hairbrush flattened one bottom cheek. ‘TWO! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ SMACK! ‘OW! THREE! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ This continued as Leigh alternately screeched and read lines, the time between each sentence growing as she howled longer after each swat. When number 100 was finally reached, she was a sobbing mess, the last sentence barely more than a whisper as she croaked it out, but finding her voice for one last loud howl as the last sizzling swat of the brush was applied. She collapsed over his lap, papers pushed aside as she cried into the cushion. Mark laid the brush aside and gently massaged her burning bottom, giving her time to compose herself. When she had calmed down, he eased her upright and cuddled her on his lap as she clung to him and babbled apologies and promises to be a good girl in the future into his chest. His worries about their chosen lifestyle vanished when she finally looked up at him and said simply, ‘Thank you, darling. I love you.’
DD (As I Wish It Was)
Leigh had only been home a few moments. Her husband, Mark, had gotten there about 15 minutes before her. As she came in from the garage and entered the kitchen, she saw Mark standing there, hands on hips, a look of aggravation on his face. She looked around and saw the reason for his consternation. The sink was full of dirty dishes, the floor hadn’t been swept, and there was general crap all over the table. ‘Leigh, what is the meaning of this?’ Mark inquired. She fluttered her hands in a dismissive manner. ‘I haven’t had time to clean up. You know I had errands to run today.’ ‘This isn’t the only mess, young lady. The bed hasn’t been made either. Now, what time did you leave today?’ Leigh looked down. ‘About 11:00,’ she murmured. ‘And you couldn’t find 30 minutes before you left to get your chores done?’ Mark growled. Leigh opened her mouth to blurt out an excuse, any excuse, but Mark stopped her with a wave of his hand. ‘Don’t even try it. There is no excuse for this. You know the agreement – upstairs, panties down, and in the corner. I’ll be up to deal with you in few minutes.’
Leigh debated arguing with him, but decided her best option was to do as she was told. She turned and fled the room, racing up the stairs to the bedroom. Going to the corner, she shoved her pants and panties down to her knees, put her hands on her head, and stuck her nose to the wall. ‘It’s your own fault,’ she sniffed to herself. ‘You asked for a disciplinary relationship, and even helped set the guidelines. But I don’t want a spanking!’ She almost wailed that last sentence out loud when she heard Mark approaching her from behind. But part of the rules she had agreed to was not arguing when she had a spanking coming. She steeled herself for the coming lecture.
‘Young lady, you know that you have very few rules that we have set. One of them is simple housework. You know as well as I do that I don’t expect a spotless house. But I do like a clean kitchen to cook in and a nicely made bed to crawl into after a hard day. You had plenty of time to accomplish both those things this morning before you left and you chose not to. Therefore, you are going to be punished. First, you are going to come make this bed. Then you are going to bend over it for a paddling. Then you will go downstairs and clean up the kitchen, followed by another paddling over the kitchen table. You will then sit down and write 100 times, ‘I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished’. To finish off, you will go over my knee and read me those lines, each one followed by a swat from the hairbrush. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes sir,’ Leigh whispered. She turned and reached down to pull up her pants as she left the corner. ‘Leave those down!’ Mark ordered. ‘I want that bottom where I can see it!’ Leigh flushed with embarrassment but did as she was told, shuffling awkwardly around the room as she made the bed.
When she was done, Mark placed three pillows in a stack on the side of the bed. ‘Over you go,’ he instructed. Leigh moaned but placed herself in position. Her toes touched the floor and her bottom was offered up to her husband. He wasted no time in obtaining the Lexan paddle and applying it forcefully to her rounded backside. Within three strokes, Leigh was yelping and twisting, dancing on her toes as she tried to wiggle away from the stinging smacks. But Mark ignored her protests and laid on 25 hard swats. Leigh was howling when he laid down the paddle.
‘Now, downstairs. Get busy on that kitchen. I’m right behind you!’ Leigh struggled to her feet and scurried out of the room and down the steps the best she could with her pants around her knees. Dignity was no longer an option – she just wanted to stay far enough ahead of him so that she was out of reach of the occasional smack. She began loading the dishwasher, her face burning as she realized that every time she bent down, her bare bottom was poked out, in full view of and on offer to her husband. After clearing off all the counters and tabletop and wiping them down, she grabbed the broom and did her best to sweep up in spite of her restraining attire. As soon as she had put the broom away, Mark had her by the arm and was guiding her to the now-clean table. ‘Lean over and grab the other side, please. And do not let go!’ As it turned out, their round kitchen table was just the right size where Leigh could lean across it, on tiptoes, and her thighs rested against one side while her fully outstretched hands could just grab the opposite edge. This tightly stretched position meant that she had no leeway to arch her upper body upward to try to twist away. She also knew that if she let go to try and reach back to protect her bottom, she would just make it worse for herself. Resting her face on the hard surface, she awaited her fate.
Mark soon proved to her that her laziness was not to be tolerated. Picking up a wooden spoon, he applied another 25 stinging smacks to Leigh’s still-red backside. By swat two, she was yelping. By number ten, she was bouncing up and down on her toes, wiggling her backside in a vain attempt to avoid the swats. When Mark finally finished the barrage, she was collapsed over the table, sobbing and hiccupping out promises to be a good girl in the future. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, rubbing her hot bottom as she lay there. But he was determined to teach her a lesson, and knew he could not back down on the full scope of her promised punishment. He helped her stand, and then directed her to sit down on the hard wooden chair. Leigh winced as her throbbing bottom hit the cold solid seat. Mark fetched a note pad and pen, placing them in front of his wife. ‘Write!’ he ordered, and then left the room.
Leigh sighed and picked up the pen. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of her pen as she wrote. Between the monotony of the writing, the sting of her bare bottom on the unforgiving chair, and the cramps that started in her hand around sentence 33, it was not a pleasant experience, nor one she wanted to repeat anytime soon. The knowledge that she still had one more spanking coming did not make it any easier. When sentence 100 was finally written, she slowly rose from her chair and shuffled into the living room, where Mark was sitting on the couch, watching the news and waiting for her. Head hanging, she held out the sheaf of papers to him for his inspection. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dreaded hairbrush lying next to him, and she shuddered. Mark ignored this as he scanned the pages. After what seemed an eternity, he motioned for Leigh to place herself over his lap.
Shuffling to his side, she draped herself over his knees. He positioned her so that her feet were on the floor and her upper body was resting on the couch beside him. ‘Up on your elbows, young lady,’ he told her. When she had raised her upper body off the couch, he slid the papers under her nose. ‘You will read the number of the sentence, and then the sentence. After each one, you will receive a swat. You will wait for that swat before reading the next sentence. Got it?’ Leigh just nodded miserably. ‘Good. Read!’
In a trembling voice, Leigh read out ‘One. I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished.’ CRACK! The hairbrush flattened one bottom cheek. ‘TWO! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ SMACK! ‘OW! THREE! I will do my chores when I am supposed to or I will be punished!’ This continued as Leigh alternately screeched and read lines, the time between each sentence growing as she howled longer after each swat. When number 100 was finally reached, she was a sobbing mess, the last sentence barely more than a whisper as she croaked it out, but finding her voice for one last loud howl as the last sizzling swat of the brush was applied. She collapsed over his lap, papers pushed aside as she cried into the cushion. Mark laid the brush aside and gently massaged her burning bottom, giving her time to compose herself. When she had calmed down, he eased her upright and cuddled her on his lap as she clung to him and babbled apologies and promises to be a good girl in the future into his chest. His worries about their chosen lifestyle vanished when she finally looked up at him and said simply, ‘Thank you, darling. I love you.’
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
OMG!
Ok, for anyone else who has been frustrated in trying to get their hubby/boyfriend into this 'lifestyle', I have found the most incredible ebooks! The first one came out and I purchased it. It's called How To Get The Spanking You Want: The Complete Guide To Asking For It, Getting It & Making It Better. Blew me away! Well written, lots of information. I've been mulling it over in my brain for a while. Then the second book came out - How To Give A Spanking: Advice From The Receiving End. I got it tonight and read it straight through. Made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up - felt like she had written this book about me! Everything I have been trying to say to my husband for the last seven years (and failing miserably) is in this book! It's not about technique - it's about the emotional needs we have, why it is so important to us, our expectations, why our expectations are different from our partners, what our partner will gain from it, etc. After I read it, I screwed up my nerve and emailed it to hubby, asking him to read it. (Not illegal sharing - his laptop is two feet away from mine!) They are so good, I've placed links to them on the left hand side of my blog. Please - take a look (click on the text link above the pictures). I don't normally go in for advertising here, but I really wanted to share these with you. I know some of you are in the same boat as I am and these books contain the best information I've ever seen. I hope they'll be as helpful to you as I hope they will be to me. (And they offer a money back guarantee, so what do you have to lose?!)
Spoke too soon!
Hey - 2 postings from me in two days! Aren't I good? Anyway, yesterday, we were in the grocery store and hubby asked what I wanted for dinner. Feeling rather feisty, I muttered, 'If I said a rump roast, would you still think I was talking about dinner?' He chuckled, and we went on about our business.
Later that evening, as we were relaxing on the back porch, he stood and announced his plans for the evening. 'I'm going to take a soak in the hot tub, and then I'm dragging you upstairs.' 'What for?' I asked, trying not to smirk. 'I'm going to spank your bottom.' And then he nonchalantly hopped into the hot tub. When he was done, he dried off and then hovered around waiting for me to stop tapping on my keyboard. I admit I went on for a little longer than necessary! I stopped, he grabbed my wrist, and away we went! Pillows were piled at the side of the bed, I was tossed over them, panties were yanked down, a bottom was turned red, and .... (I'll stop there. This isn't that kind of blog.)
So yes, I finally got a spanking. For the first time in a long while. Don't know how long it will be until the next one, but I'm ever hopeful. When I ever get one without having to ask for it, I will be overjoyed!
Later that evening, as we were relaxing on the back porch, he stood and announced his plans for the evening. 'I'm going to take a soak in the hot tub, and then I'm dragging you upstairs.' 'What for?' I asked, trying not to smirk. 'I'm going to spank your bottom.' And then he nonchalantly hopped into the hot tub. When he was done, he dried off and then hovered around waiting for me to stop tapping on my keyboard. I admit I went on for a little longer than necessary! I stopped, he grabbed my wrist, and away we went! Pillows were piled at the side of the bed, I was tossed over them, panties were yanked down, a bottom was turned red, and .... (I'll stop there. This isn't that kind of blog.)
So yes, I finally got a spanking. For the first time in a long while. Don't know how long it will be until the next one, but I'm ever hopeful. When I ever get one without having to ask for it, I will be overjoyed!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
We're in a vanilla rut.........
*Sigh* What can I say to excuse the fact that I haven't been posting? Well, it could be that I have nothing to post about! Hubby and I seem to be in this all-encompassing huge vanilla rut right now, and I don't know how to pull out of it. Not so much as a pat on the butt for months now. You get to the point where if you have to ask for it, you don't want it. Know what I mean?
I really need a caveman right now. Drag me to the chair, throw me over your knee, hold me down, and spank til I kick and holler! To use one of my favorite phrases - spank the crank out of me. I sure named this blog correctly - LOL! But maybe since I'm at least back here, maybe that means I'm in the mood to start pursuing the issue again. Any suggestions?
I really need a caveman right now. Drag me to the chair, throw me over your knee, hold me down, and spank til I kick and holler! To use one of my favorite phrases - spank the crank out of me. I sure named this blog correctly - LOL! But maybe since I'm at least back here, maybe that means I'm in the mood to start pursuing the issue again. Any suggestions?
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