Bits & Pieces

Quick update: did not get any the last night I posted. DH was interested Thursday night, but by Thursdays I am so tired... couldn't even keep my eyes open. So no fun until this weekend, and even then it was limited by exhaustion. Oh, well, maybe next weekend, after he gets back from Mexico...

Anybody watch "Power of 10" on CBS? I never had but I happened to catch a bit this past week, just by accident. We have a DVR and usually while exercising, I will watch something previously recorded. I don't know if all DVR's work this way, but when you finish watching a recorded program and select "Done", the menu opens up with a window in a corner showing the show currently airing on the channel the DVR is on. Wednesday I hit "done" and "Power of 10" popped up, just in time for me to hear Drew Carey ask, "What percentage of Americans said they've been spanked as an adult?" And his hand went up as he grinned.

The answer: 13%, with the male contestant guessing 25% and the female contestant guessing 16% (the info on the poll and the breakdown of pollers can be found at the "Power of 10" website). The website lists all the questions and answers for each episode (really, 71% of American men feel that they understand women? Who? Where? When most of the time I don't understand myself, how can I expect a man too? hmmmmm).

Out of curiosity, I ran the numbers, using population data found on Wikipedia (I know it's not necessarily the most accurate):

218,544,291 adults (age 20+) -- 105,739,518 males and 112,804,773 females

13% = 28,410,758

12% of males = 12,688,742

14% of females = 15,792,668

[Can't tell I'm into numbers and analysis and research, can you?]

Obviously, since I like to took at numbers and such, I also like to check out my blog stats on statcounter. And I keep a little record in excel. I was updating these one night and DH asked what I was doing (recording blog stats), then why? (curiosity). His response: "Curiosity killed the cat." And I shot back with no hesitation, "And satisfaction brought it back." Curiosity might as well be my middle name -- wouldn't have found all the wonderful blogs and sites out there, or started my own, or talked to hubby about my spanking interests if not for curiosity. Curiosity is what keeps things going -- what's around the bend, over that hill, in that book, in that TV show, under that rock, up that tree, and on and on.

Saw another new show this weekend: "How to Look Good Naked." As a well-padded woman, I found this inspiring. So far, my favorite quote was from Carson Kressly: "0 is not a size; it's a warning." Now, no offense to anyone out there who is a size 0 and comes by it naturally, but you are in the minority. Most women come nowhere close to that size and should not be made to feel miserable because they aren't. Yes, I need to be at a healthier weight, but a positive attitude about my body as it is now is beneficial.

Fun websites: Orisinal games

Big Red Button

Jigzone Jigsaw puzzles

JibJab

The weather's dreary, it's back to work tomorrow, Hubby heads off for the week, and the laundry's not done. Just another Sunday in winter. I do plan on updating my list of blogs I read, as there are many more I check out regularly than are currently listed. Gotta love RSS feeds -- make it so much easier to keep up with new posts. And tomorrow's a brand new day...

Once Upon A Tuesday Night

Since I'm not getting any, and haven't for over a week, and am so so horny, I decided to revisit some past experiences I'd noted down but hadn't posted. Since I'm still not completely over the cold, mostly evident in my voice, I think DH is steering clear in an attempt not to come down with it himself. I even showered and came to bed completely bare last night, snuggled up to him, caressed him --- and what did I get, a few desultory pats on the back, pats that came nowhere near my bottom. Darnit! I am going to try again tonight ;)

So, for your reading pleasure (I hope), here's what happened one night last October.

Last Tuesday (Oct 30th), DH surprised me – pleasantly.

I usually feel like I have to ask for spankings (other than on Saturday date nights when they’ve become an expected part of the evening, but even then it’s not unusual for me to make requests about how I’d like things to go). And during the work week, we don’t generally get a chance to get too involved. But this day was different.

Since I knew I was going to have to be up at the awful hour of 3am the next morning, I showered that night. While I was drying off, DH came into the bathroom, turned me sideways and gave me several strong hand spanks. At first I watched in the mirror, but that just seemed a little too, I don’t know, odd?, so I turned the other way. And the whole time DH is asking me questions: “you like this, don’t you?”, “you like spankings, don’t you?”, etc. I couldn’t manage to verbally respond, but did get a few nods in. It’s silly, but I find it embarrassing to have to answer these types of questions – I know my face was red.

I didn’t expect anything more – it’s not unusual for DH to give me a few random spanks without it ever turning into a full fledged spanking (can be a little frustrating). We had kids to get to bed, the house to lock up, and I was hoping to get to sleep early. So I finished my after-shower activities and went to make sure everything was ready for the next day.

DH and I try to snuggle every night before going to sleep, usually while watching TV, and Tuesday was no exception. I should mention that when I shower before bed (as opposed to before work), I don’t wear anything to bed, not even panties – I’m freshly scrubbed and lotioned/oiled and it just seems a shame to cover up. DH always acts surprised when we’re snuggling and his hand is roaming and he discovers that I am completely nude. And a bare bottom is a pretty unambiguous invitation to sex and/or a spanking.

So I’m snuggled up, not doing anything special, and DH turns to me and says, “you want a spanking, don’t you? I think you need a spanking.” I just looked at him, floored by the fact that he was taking the initiative. Thoughts were running through my mind: ‘did he just suggest a spanking, on a Tuesday, it’s a weeknight, does he mean it, oh my’ and so on. I’m not sure I even made a sound or movement of assent, but it obviously didn’t matter whether I agreed with him or not, because he got out of bed, told me to get ready, and started getting his “toys” out. I shook off the shock and gathered up the pillows and got into position. DH does not do warm-up spankings, he just starts right in, full force. He shifted between his hand and the leather paddle – I think the hairbrush and ping pong paddle may have been used a bit too, but I’m not always able to tell.

Now remember, I’m completely bare. DH is dressed (in his pajamas). I like that dichotomy. I often request that he stay dressed during the spanking; I feel it just adds another D/s layer to the whole experience. DH did a nice and thorough job, not spending too much time in any one spot or on one cheek, spreading the spanks around, varying the implement and the angle of application and the force (although none could be described as light). However, there was one spank that went a little astray, hitting that incredibly sensitive area between my thighs and below my bottom – I’m sure other ladies out there know what I’m talking about. Holy cow, but that stings. A spank right there will definitely get a reaction from me. And a comment about how that ‘is not my bottom.’ He just laughs and continues with what he’s doing.

I know the action is going to change from the spanking to erotic touch when he brings out the oil (which reminds me, we’re getting low, guess a trip to that ‘special store’ needs to happen soon – I’ve been told I’m responsible for supply inventory). I love the way it feels as he’s taking the time to rub the oil all over my backside, into the crack and my ‘rosebud’ (I don’t really like that name, but calling it by it’s true name just seems so unsexy). He usually also coats his special part as well, in preparation.

But the spanking has not ended just because I’m now oiled, oh no. It’s just interspersed with more rubbing of my entire ass and some dips down to my pussy, in and out. I have no idea how long this all went on, time becomes a blur during spankings and sex. Eventually, DH decided it was time and moving up directly behind me, pulled my hips back, spread my legs, and entered. There is something so, mmmm, words fail me… incredible about the way it feels when he first enters me, that feeling and pressure of being opened and stretched, and as he pushes all the way in, the fullness of his cock in my pussy, the pressure of his hips against my spanked bottom. And then when he starts moving, oh my goodness – I swear there is nothing better. DH fits so right, everything is stimulated – g-spot, labia, clit. And his hands – on my hips, at my waist, applying more spanks, sometimes even coming up to my shoulders. I know I came multiple times, even squirting a little.

And then, you know it, anal. Sometimes I don’t want it and will tell him ‘no’, if he stops to ask before entering. Sometimes it just hurts too bad and I have to insist that he stop (I really don’t know why sometimes it hurts so bad and other times it doesn’t when everything is done the same each time, just happens). But this was one of those nights where it felt not only right but oh so very very good. DH was in fine form, thrusting hard and fast, causing me to orgasm again and again, screaming into the pillows clasped in my arms, before finally coming himself and then collapsing softly over my back as my legs slid off the bed and my feet to the floor.

After clean up, we snuggled till I fell asleep. Of course, I was exhausted at work, having gotten only about 4 hours of sleep, but it was oh, so worth it. Especially since there were some lovely little marks on my backside for the next few days to serve as reminders.

1st Post of 2008

How's that for a title?

Just taking a quick moment to check in. Been a doozy of a week -- worked New Year's Eve then went out with hubby. Felt too ill and tired for any fun when we came home (no, I did not drink too much, sheesh -- the music was so loud, and we were there for 4 hours, that it made me physically ill). Took it easy New Year's day then back to work on Wednesday, with a nasty cold, which I am still not over. Even stayed home in bed on Thursday. So there has been absolutely no action of any kind since New Year's.

Thanks to everyone who keeps checking in here -- glad to see you haven't given up on me.

I promise to get some 'real' posts on here soon.

Hey All

Just a quick note ---
Hoping everyone had a wonderful holiday, whether it was Eid, Christmas or Kwanzaa. We had a nice quiet Christmas, just the 5 of us. And I got lots of spankings (and hot sex *great big happy satisfied grin* )-- Saturday the 15th, Saturday/Sunday the 22/23, Monday the 24th, and Tuesday the 25th. And I didn't have to ask for a single one; all were DH's idea (he's coming along nicely :D ). I'll get some details posted later, I promise (I jot notes down in MS Office One Note so I have good reminders of the details).

Now, a serious subject -- Benazir Bhutto and Pakistan.
I know I try to keep some of the details of us private, but this hits close to home for us because DH is originally from Pakistan. His parents, one sister, and both brothers all live there (one sister is here in the States). When he got up and saw the news this morning the first thing he did was call home. All but one brother live in Karachi, and the brother who lives in Lahore was in Karachi (he and his family had come to celebrate Eid with the family). Neither brother was home when the assasination and ensuing chaos happened. Brother1 was able to make his way through the insanity without harm to their parents home; brother2 was at his office, attempted to get home, but gave up and decided to stay at the office til things calmed down. It's a serious situation; everyone is shocked and no one seems to have any good ideas of what should happen next. It's just so hard to understand the willingness to kill someone just because you don't agree with their opinions, etc. Just horrible, no matter who is killed or who does the killing.
Please keep Pakistan in your thoughts and prayers -- if it falls to the fundamentalists, we're all in serious trouble.

Ok, off the soapbox.

If I don't make it here before the 1st -- I wish you all a New Year that is Happy, Prosperous, and Very Very Spanky!

Merry Christmas

Odds and Ends (just not my 'end', darn it)

I've mentioned before that there is no switching in my relationship with DH. He has no desire to be spanked and would never allow it -- he's the spanker and I'm the spankee. However, that doesn't mean we can't joke about spanking him. The other weekend, DH managed to irritate YC (unfortunately, that is very easy to do). This particular time he insisted on brushing her hair, something she is very insistent on doing herself. When daddy persisted, she sulked, wouldn't speak to him, answer his questions, or even look at him. In an act of desperation, as we were walking into a restaurant, I asked her, "Should I spank daddy?" Big smile and head nod. Of course, DH heard the question and saw her response. We shared a smile, knowing that THAT was never going to happen.

Later that same weekend we were doing a little shopping. While waiting in the check out line, I noticed a bamboo cutting board, about 12" long x 8" wide x 3/4" thick. I picked it up thinking that it would probably pack quite a wallop. As I was setting it down, I noticed DH watching me. He smiled and picked it up, testing it's heft, and then commented, "You know, I do need a new cutting board. Mine just isn't so good anymore. From the expressions & grins on our faces, we were obviously thinking the same thing -- potential implement. Didn't get it :( He backed down, but expressed later that he wished he'd gotten it. Oh well, maybe next time.

I find myself as I go through certain stores, looking at the merchandise and wondering... Hmm, that chair would go nicely in our bedroom -- I wonder how it would work for positioning... What a nice basket/case/chest -- be great for storing all our toys in ... Wonder what that belt/board/spoon/etc would feel like... Holy mack, I don't even want to know how that would feel!...

While grocery shopping this weekend, DH told me to stay put while he went to go get something. I responded, in all seriousness, "Yes, Dear." As he was walking away (already several yards away) he turned back to say, quite loudly, "No, not "yes, dear": "Yes, Master." I grinned and giggled -- how else to respond to a comment like that in a crowded grocery store?

And,yes, we had a lovely evening of sex, spankings, sex, and more sex (DH making up for being out town) -- but that's a post for another time :D

P.S. Just need to revisit my DH directed self-spanking of the other night. I have such a feeling of surreality about the whole thing -- such that while out with DH on Saturday, I actually had to ask him if it really happened. I think the situation is that since this blog is my only outlet for "talking" about spankings and spanking related subjects, sometimes there seems to be a disconnect with reality. If I could go into work or call up family or friends and say, "You won't believe what DH had me do last night..." and get the reactions and responses and discussion that would naturally follow, it would help seat the incident more firmly in my mind as something that truly did happen. It just has such a dream-like quality to the memory...

A First

The Dreaded Bath Brush

[I borrowed this picture from Grace's blog a day in the life. I have the exact same bath brush but no way to get a picture onto the computer. Thank you, Grace.]

Had some interesting conversations with DH today, one taking place at work. Considering the topic was BDSM/spanking and whether or not we should visit a couple of clubs in the area, the conversation while at work was difficult -- I sit in a cubicle in the back corner with one immediate neighbor (we share a 'wall') and one across a narrow walkway. It was not easy to have this sort of discussion while trying to keep my voice down and choose my words carefully. But DH was insistent we needed to talk then. I'm sure my neighbors must have heard some of my side of the conversation -- I could hardly look at them later out of embarrassment.

The second conversation took place this evening -- more of the above. He's worried that visiting one of these clubs might be too tempting for him and he might be inclined to stray. I keep telling him we go in as a couple, we leave as a couple, and if at any point either of us is uncomfortable we leave and we never have to go again. I think he's confusing swinging with what these clubs offer (obviously swinging may go on among members who meet through the clubs, but it's not the reason for these clubs). Then we talked about polyamory and what that means, then would I ever go to one of these clubs without him (i.e. without his knowledge/'permission', sneaking around), would I go by myself with his ok and let someone else spank me, then what if he went by himself without telling me (sneaking around/cheating). Good grief. Then, he said we could try swinging but only if we were separated. AAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! This after my telling him I-don't-know-how-many-times that I am not looking for anyone else, that is not why I broached the subject of the clubs, not what I am after at all. Somewhere it has gotten twisted into his mind that clubs = orgy and he's having difficulty seeing that that doesn't appear to be the case here (mind, we've never been to either place, nor do we know anyone who has, but based on the information on their websites, this is so not the case). I'm just curious and feel this may be a way to learn from those more experienced. I can learn a lot from reading, but I'm very much a visual person and can learn a lot more through observation.

Part of this conversation was also clarifying for him what being a submissive personality means to me in terms of our relationship. Based on some of the things he said earlier, I wasn't sure he really understood about D/s. Intellectually I think he does, but emotionally perhaps not so well. And perhaps not quite so well how important it is for me to have him be dominant. He asked me how I would feel if I liked the clubs but he didn't so we never went again after a first visit -- would I be unhappy enough to leave him. My answer: Of course not. I don't need the clubs or the company of other like-minded people to be/feel submissive to him. That is between us and only us. I would, however, not be happy if there were no spankings or ways for him to be dominant and me to be submissive in our relationship. He also worries that he might ask/tell me to do something that I am extremely uncomfortable with and that I will do it just to please him. I tried to reassure him that if it were something that I felt was totally wrong I would tell him so and not do it. But, honestly, we've been together so long and know each other so well (most of the time) that I don't think he could come up with something I'd refuse. It might push my limits, make me physically, emotionally or mentally uncomfortable, but I'd expect that. [And here's where I make a little confession -- we don't have a safeword. So far he's never done anything to make me even begin to feel like I might need to use one; in fact, he usually stops long before I'd like him to. Since our spankings are erotic in nature, so far, I haven't felt like it was really warranted.]

So, finally, on to the "first" mentioned in the title (I know, I know, I get started and it all comes rambling out...)

The end of our second conversation ended with DH telling me to get out the dreaded bath brush (hence the picture at the top of this post) and spank myself with it, next to the phone, hard and loud so he could clearly hear it. Now, I have tried self-spanking, at my own instigation, and found it neither arousing nor punishing; but it is a good way to check out a new implement. But I've never had DH insist that I do something like this (and he did insist, with me questioning several times whether he was serious -- he'd never made a request like this before and I seriously thought he was kidding). I had to get out of bed, remove my robe (I wasn't sleeping in it but doing computer stuff before actually going to bed for the night), and go around to his side of the bed (all his 'toys' are in his bedside table). Once I got there, I picked the phone back up to get specifics: which implement (bath brush); panties on or off (on); how many (3 each side). I laid the receiver back down, facing me, got the bath brush out, bent over and gave myself 3 spanks to each side. But DH said not loud enough (darn panties), so I needed to do it again, louder and harder. Figuring it was the panties that muffled the sound, I pulled them down to mid thigh, bent over and did the 3 to each side again, harder, and thereby, louder than the first 6. This time DH told me he heard them, to put the brush away and to go to bed.

So here I am back in bed (sans robe, this time), with a somewhat sore backside (that brush is something else, even when wielded by me), sharing this experience, needing to get this all down while it's still fresh. DH really surprised me with this instruction -- he's never done anything like it before, and I've never mentioned anything about Dom-instructed self-spankings (although I've read about them). He had asked before if I'd ever spanked myself and I answered honestly that I had, more to try out the implement than anything else. Embarrassed as I was to spank myself at DH's command and in his hearing, it was also thrilling to have him go all Dom on me and give me a chance to be submissive -- just wish it had been in person so we could have the 'happy ending' after. And this came after he had just expressed some concerns (from earlier in this post: He also worries that he might ask/tell me to something that I am extremely uncomfortable with and that I will do it just to please him. I tried to reassure him that if it were something that I felt was totally wrong I would tell him and not do it. But, honestly, we've been together so long and know each other so well (most of the time) that I don't think he could come up with something I'd refuse. It might push my limits, make me physically, emotionally or mentally uncomfortable, but I'd expect that.) So I've definitely had some limits pushed tonight, in a totally good way. Don't know what, if anything, this means for our future, but it seems to me it's a good sign. Maybe moving beyond solely erotic spankings...?

As a final note: I know the bath brush is available in multiple stores, and is reasonably priced, but spankees, you might want to re-think a decision to buy. This puppy really stings!!! And I'm not the only one to express this painful opinion. Of course, irony of ironies, I was the one who bought this, looking at it as a pervertable from the get go... If I'd only known then what I know now :\

Holiday Stresses

I've seen a few fellow bloggers (Journey to the Darkside, Spanky Loves Kallisto, Tales From The Top, to name a few) lamenting the stresses of the holiday season, and thought I'd add my two cents.

We used to get really stressed by the holidays, but over the last few years things have changed.

DH's family doesn't observe Christmas, so our traditions have their basis in what I grew up with, then tweaked to fit us. This also meant that the brunt of holiday activities fell to me -- cards, decorating, meals, shopping, etc. A few years ago, I decided I'd had enough.

Cards -- used to do them, but not anymore. I would stress about the cards I was sending, then feel the need to customize cards and envelopes, worry that I was forgetting someone, worry about getting them mailed in time.... So, I stopped. We never got that many, and it just seems like if the only contact with someone is the annual holiday card, are we really 'friends'?

Tree -- we've gone artificial. We could never agree on the real tree, they've gotten more expensive and no one would be responsible for keeping it watered (except me).

Shopping -- limit it to children (11 nieces/nephews + one more on the way) and one large gift per family. This year we actually got special gifts for my sibs and their spouses while on our cruise, then limited it to $10 per child, spent in one store on one day, wrapped that same day, then mailed the next business day. Online shopping for my mom and stepmom.

Meals -- family tradition was ham, but DH doesn't eat pork (or want the kids to), so this has been adjusted to be whatever the family decides on. We've done turkey, chicken, enchiladas, beef wellington (with mushrooms not pate). And judging by Thanksgiving, all three kids can now really help so it's not all me.

Decorating -- it's a family activity, but we really try not to go overboard. Whatever goes up will have to come down.

Parties -- we've never given one and are rarely invited (sounds pretty pathetic, huh?). i really do not enjoy large social gatherings, I'm shy and uncomfortable and tend to end up by myself in a corner. DH realizes this and doesn't push. And having grown up in a tourist town, I really don't enjoy community celebrations/festivals. I like the lights and decorations and music, but not the crowds.

Travel -- up until about 3 years ago we did a lot of Christmas travel. Not anymore. We've put our feet down and told family members that if they really want to see us, it's their turn to travel. And this is not driving a few hours travel. All my family is over a thousand miles away. It takes an entire day just to get there -- hour drive to the airport, wait a couple of hours for a flight that you hope is not delayed or over booked, several hour flight, wait to disembark, wait for luggage, wait for ride, at least an hour drive to final destination. All with hundreds of other families doing the same thing and stressed by the whole process. No thank you, not anymore.

So, you can see we've really simplified. We spend a nice quiet holiday, doing what we want to do, relaxing, going to the movies, whatever. Holidays are no longer something to be dreaded.

Now if I could just get DH to give me stress spankings when it does get to be too much... :)

CSI, Stats and Coming Attractions

Anyone out there watch CSI? Did you catch the last episode -- Cockroaches? Warrick hooks up with an exotic dancer and they head to a hotel. He's been drinking and popping pills and is obviously out of it, but in the middle of his ramblings he clearly says, "You're a bad girl. You need a spanking. You need to be dealt with." Just one more example of spanking and D/s references going mainstream.

Last post I mentioned that I had finally passed 10,000 unique hits and over 13,000 pageloads. Here are some specific stats to go with that:

78 different countries (60% United States; 14% United Kingdom; 6% Canada; 4% Germany) -- 13 0f these I've at least passed through

49 of 50 United States (What, no one from New Mexico visits my blog? Why not? Or is StatCounter missing something?)

309 different "keywords" have directed people to my blog. Some of these indicate that people were searching specifically for my blog, others I'm not so sure I'm what they were looking for. Keywords range from one word (belt, bratting, kids, pervertables, robins, sex, spank, spankability, spankable, spanking) to detailed phrases (a well spanked bottom, asking for a spanking, butt bent over for the hairbrush, fuck my big red spanked bottom, give as many spanks on my butt as you want please, spanked to submission and red bottom).

Now, I'm not sure if whoever entered 'belt' was looking for adult spankings and sex, but I can be fairly sure that the following were not:

• kids
• robin red breast template
  bathbrush sweden
• masturbate man
  

Let me take this chance to apologize to those who accidentally ended up here. There's a reason for the advisory at the top (just in case the title and picture don't clue a person in).

Keywords that seem to be directly related to my blog:

• funny silly
• funny spanking
• lovebites spank
• red bottom blog
  robin red bottom
• robin spanked
• silly spanking
• spanking red bottom blog
• what did dh get me
• why teasing is not good

Some I wish applied to me:

• he spanks me regularly [not yet, but we seem to be getting there]
• husband spank me with a belt [not nearly enough]
• leather my backside [please...]
• my husband knew I needed a spanking [getting there...]
• red sore bottom from her spanking [not nearly often enough]
• small bottom spanked [I wish it were small, sigh]
• spank my little bottom [sigh]
• spanked everyday for a week [not sure I could handle it, but would like to try]
• spanked long and hard [not long enough or hard enough yet]
• spanking to destress [like to try this]
• spanking your little wife's red bottom [not a little wife, sigh]

And some I just don't get:

• dent a hubby
• get a spanking watch
• pan's people most spankable bottoms
• spanking my husband breasts
• tracy spanking
  

Stories about:

• DH's shoe
• Tuesday Night Surprise
• Birthday Spankings (I got 2 -- one for my birthday and one for his -- lucky me)
• Bamboo cutting board, spanking daddy, bathbrush and more

Just as soon as I find the time to finish them. Soon, I promise.

Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me!

Yep, yep, yep -- it's my birthday today. Whoo hoo. :D

Considering how things have been between DH and me lately, really wasn't sure how things would go today. Not too badly, as it turns out.

Only took me 20 extra minutes to get to work, and that was only because some people don't know how to drive on freshly plowed and salted roads. Sheeeeesh -- 15 minutes to go a mile at one point. And it was a straight, mostly flat stretch of road, no intersections, no lights, well plowed, no accidents -- don't know what the problem was.

Anyway, got to work and there was an e-card from one of the other facilities. And then DH called to wish me happy birthday -- and we actually had a pleasant conversation. Then my sister called while taking my nephews to school, and they all wished me a happy birthday, too. And the girls in the office where I work sent me an e-card.

And then, the topper. See the picture? DH sent me flowers! At work! Where everyone could see them! (Mine aren't exactly like the picture, but similar). Now, I couldn't share the note with my coworkers -- and I have to wonder what the flower people thought of it. Here's what he wrote:

No more fighting, just more actions you know what I mean?

Or you will not get spanking! Happy Birthday!

Can you see me trying to explain that if I'm naughty I won't get a spanking? As it was, they all smiled when I hid the card (it's all women in the office). I'm not holding my breath for the spanking -- he says he will, but there's a distinct lack of follow thru lately. Although last year I did get spanked, twice in one week -- once for my birthday, then 3 days later for his. Works for me :D We've had a few conversations just while I've been writing this. And they've gone well. Determined he wants a special unwrapped present for his birthday -- ME! Looking like it may be a very good weekend.

[Note: we haven't been fighting, just not talking. OC made a comment that was disrespectful to DH, he called her on it, I supported him, and somehow I ended up in the doghouse. I know he's been stressed by things as work, but that's no excuse to be nasty to all of us. When he gets like that, it's just easier to keep my distance until he's ready to be nice again. Of course, work has been more stress this week and then he got scammed & $1500 was removed from his bank account. So heaven only knows who's coming home from Mexico -- DH or his evil twin.]

Talked to my mom last night, so not sure she'll call again today. I had called to make sure they hadn't been blown away or washed away in the storms, spoke with my stepfather, and then mom called me later. She called me an "old lady" but then didn't like it when I referred to a 70-year-old coworker as elderly. So, I responded, "If I'm an old lady, then you're elderly." She laughed. Of course, this is the same woman who called me middle-aged when I turned 30. Personally, I believe that how old you are is determined more by your attitude than the calendar. Don't know why she's trying to age me -- only makes her older.

Oooh, and an added plus -- according to StatCounter today my blog has reached a milestone: over 10,000 unique hits (almost 13,000 pageloads). Please keep coming back, reading and commenting and emailing. Silly, but true, it gives me a thrill to see my stats increase and to see messages show up in my inbox. Please keep it up.

Today

So, things may be getting better. DH is out of town but we did have a mature, normal phone conversation today... I guess we'll see when he gets home.

Hope my readers in the Pacific northwest are ok -- nasty weather situation there. I've got family out there -- my mom's on the Olympic Peninsula & my brother and his family are in the mountains -- they're all ok. I grew up out there (teen years) and went to university in Washington for 4 years, so I really know what it's like there.

And same goes for everyone in the midwest and northeast -- here comes the snow. Stay warm and safe.

Meanwhile, here are some views from my home. Just because we're out of sorts doesn't mean we can't enjoy the season. I apologize for the quality -- these are snaps from videos (we don't have a good digital camera at this time, and while I have a camera in my phone, I don't have anyway to get them off the phone and onto the computer).

Here's a couple of views of our tree...





And from my bathroom, bedroom, & dining room, respectively....






Yep, it's snowing. Kids will have fun shoveling tomorrow after school (yeah, right, I can hear the complaining already). Hopefully the roads are clear for my commute tomorrow. I've made it in heavy snow before, but it easily doubles the time. Yuck. And while we're getting snowed on, DH is in sunny, warm Mexico. Must be rough.

A Christmas Meme

I picked this up from Nothing Random.

Welcome to the Christmas edition of getting to know your friends.
Okay, here's what you're supposed to do, and try not to be a SCROOGE!!!
Change all the answers so that they apply to you and post it to your blog.
'Tis the Season to be NICE and KIND to each other.!

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper, mostly, but the occasional bag.

2. Real tree or artificial? Artificial.

3. When do you put up the tree? After Thanksgiving.

4. When do you take the tree down? Usually at New Year's.

5. Do you like eggnog? Yep, in moderation.

6. Favorite gift received as a child? Don't know. My memories are not so much of what I received but of the people I was with.

7. Do you have a nativity scene? We used to, but I don't think I've since it since we moved, ummm, 3 years ago. It's really more of a secular holiday for us.

8. Hardest person to buy for? Everyone. I do not do well with gift buying, just can't figure out what people would like.

9. Easiest person to buy for? Myself :D

10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Not sure; having a hard time remembering any gifts, good or bad.

11. Mail or email Christmas cards? I used to mail them, but haven't done cards the past few years.

12. Favorite Christmas movie? Wonderful Life, Santa Claus is Coming to Town

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? December

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? No.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Pfeffernusse cookies, divinity, ham, rosettes, bacon waffles, klejner cookies, grandma's potato salad, watermelon rind pickles, rice pudding (all from my childhood)

16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Both

17. Favorite Christmas song? Way too many to list them all -- Christmas Wrapping, Drummer Boy by Bing Crosby & David Bowie, Bellow Wood by Garth Brooks.... I've been posting about some of them over on my other blog.

18. Travel for Christmas or stay home? Home. We used to travel almost every year (no family nearby), but since my Dad died we've chosen to stay home. Much less stress and hassle.

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Cupid, Comet, Donder, Blitzen, & Rudolph. And I didn't go look this up anywhere.

20. Angel on the treetop or a star? Varies, but last couple of years it's been a star (I am way too picky about how the angel should look).

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Eve -- my grandparents always had it that way (supposedly a Danish tradition) and since DH came with no Christmas traditions of his own, we've carried that over.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Seeing Christmas aisles in the stores before Halloween, Bell Ringers (I know it's for a good cause, but can we say imminent migraine), coworkers who play the all holiday music all the time radio station way too loud.

23.. What I love most about Christmas? The lights, the decorations, the music, the foods, the friendlier attitude, the joy.

Out of Sorts

Don't know what the deal is this last month, but tensions are high -- meaning that while I do have spanking related posts I could write, I just can't do it. I'm concerned that if I really sit down and start typing away, I will end up venting and this will turn into one big bitchfest -- not at all what this blog is supposed to be about. And while I do have the other blog where I could bitch away, I really don't want to dwell on how miserably hellish things have been all month.

So, in an effort not to ramble on into nasty venting, I'm keeping this short and sweet, and hoping that everyone else out there is enjoying spankings and sex and loving, supportive companionship. And for those with blogs, keep on posting so I can live vicariously through you :D

Sleepy & Horny - Oh The Dilemma

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Where's My Spanking?

So here I am snuggled up in bed with my laptop. Yes, DH is home. No, we are not having any fun tonight.

Earlier this evening there had been a definite mention of a good girl spanking. After feeling like crap yesterday, I got up this morning and did all laundry including bath rugs and our comforter; made the bed; dusted the bedroom furniture; cleaned up in the bathroom (DH's side was a mess); cleared away some piles; cleaned up my closet; vacuumed our bedroom, bathroom, bedroom office, upstairs landing, and YC's bedroom. While I worked inside, DH was hard at work outside planting bulbs and raking. Mixed in with all our hard work was constant pushing at the kids to get their assigned chores done. All in all, a tiring day.

While working on dinner, I mentioned to hubby how much work I'd done and the spanking conversation started.

"I'll have to check, and if it's not clean like I like it, you'll get a spanking." Said with a big grin on his face.

"And if it is good, I'll get a good girl spanking." Said with much hope and excitement.

"A good girl spanking? Yeah... and some good sex."

So I'm cleaning up after dinner, doing the last bit of laundry, making sure everything's done, and DH comes upstairs, reclines on the bed to watch TV, and falls asleep. AAAAGGGGGHHHHH.

(I shouldn't complain too much as last night we did have sex -- I was fingered to orgasm, then told to get in position where I received a small spanking before he entered me; it didn't take long for my first orgasm, then another, then he pulled out and entered me anally, where I orgasmed again. And all while I still wasn't feeling 100% well.)

Now I'm going to have to try and collect on the promise, and this is not the first time a spanking has been promised and never received. I just don't seem to be able to get him to understand what it means to me to have him spank me. (Wish I could get him to read some of the other blogs out there...) Just have to keep reminding myself "four day weekend, four day weekend" and hope I get what I need.

DH is Home

DH got home yesterday from his most recent trip (France, Denmark & Sweden). We're taking it easy this weekend as he's tired from travelling & I'm suffering some unusual aches and pains (if they're still around tomorrow, it's off to the doctor I go on Monday). Plus we have a four-day weekend coming up.

He did share a little gem with me:

While in France, in the hotel, he turned on the TV, and what did he see?

Spanking!!

He has no idea of the movie (he doesn't speak, read, or understand French), but he watched the man spank the woman with a ping-pong paddle, and then they switched and she spanked him. And he found himself excited enough by the movie to, well, you know....

This is amusing to me, as DH is constantly telling me that he only enjoys spanking because he is spanking me and he loves any contact at all that he can have with my backside. I think he still has some denial issues about the whole spanking and dominance thing and is uneasy with the thought that he really does enjoy controlling me and doing things to me that (obviously) cause pain. I can understand -- it took me a while to accept that I'm a submissive and a spanko, and I had several months head start. And it's certainly not considered PC or feminist-minded to want these things (although we do notice more and more references and comments about spanking and BDSM in mainstream shows, magazines, & books).

I know switching was Bonnie's MBS Brunch last week, that I just didn't get a chance to comment on, but I can state here that DH has stated in no uncertain terms that I will NEVER spank him, that he's the spanker, not the spankee and never will be. And that's fine with me. I do sometimes wonder what it might be like to be the top, but if it were ever to happen it would be more as a role-play than any sort of way of life. I know it works for some people, it's just not right for me and DH.

So, it's been weeks since the last spanking, and it doesn't like any this weekend, probably not til next weekend, but who knows, if I'm lucky DH may decide he just needs to ... Of course, I'll let you know.

Meme: Me A to Z

Just for fun, and to take up some space, thought I'd share this. Found it on another blog, just can't remember which right now (still fighting zombie-itis).

Available or Single? Neither – monogamously married.

Best Friends? My hubby

Cake or Pie? Cake, usually

Drink of Choice? Non-alcoholic – water, followed closely by Dr. Pepper
Alcoholic – White Russian, Chocolate Martini, Mojito

Essential Item? Laptop, books, water

Favorite Color? Emerald green

Gummi Bears or Worms? Bears

Hometown? Somewhere in the U.S.

Indulgence? Books & high-quality European chocolates, staying up late & sleeping in

January or February? February, cuz spring is in sight

Kids & Names? I have 3, known to those who read my blogs as Oldest Child (OC), Middle Child (MC), & Youngest Child (YC)

Life is Incomplete Without? Special people to share it with

Marriage Date? 8 June 1993

Number of Siblings? 3 – 1 sister, 2 brothers – all younger

Oranges or Apples? Apples (but absolutely not Red Delicious – yuck, yuck, yuck)

Phobias/Fears? Falling, not heights (6” and shaky is just as bad as 60’ & shaky, but 600’ and secure/stable is no problem)

Favorite Quote? Writing & reading is to me synonymous with existing. – Gertrude Stein

Reasons to Smile? Beautiful weather, silly kids, good books, a lazy day, blissful sex

Tag 3 People? Nope, do it if you want to

Unknown Fact About Me? I was not born in the U.S.

Vegetable You Hate? Brussel sprouts

Worst Habit? Letting things pile up (drives my hubby crazy)

X-rays You’ve Had? Left hand, head

Your Favorite Foods? Chocolate, apples, peanut butter M&Ms, good steak

Zodiac? Sagittarius

Still Here ...

Just checking in. I will post something spanking related later this week, but in the meantime, if you want to read about my crazy last week, I've posted about it on my other blog Robin's Nesting Spot. I'm just too freaking tired to repeat it all here, especially since it's not even remotely spanking related (except for how it relates to not getting any spankings, or anything else , for the last week).

A Whole Week Gone!

Can't believe it's been a week since I last posted. I've started a couple of posts, saved the drafts, but haven't finished them.

When DH travels I have a very hard time sleeping -- I usually stay up til the wee hours reading, playing computer games, and/or watching TV. You'd think I could use the time to blog, but that requires too much mental effort at 1am (or later).

Also when he's not here, neither is my inspiration.

The two extra long work days didn't help either (2 hours drive each way, then hours of mostly boring meetings in very uncomfortable chairs). I had to get up an hour earlier than usual each day -- miserable. Then being two days out of the office meant extra tough days Thursday and Friday as I tried, and failed, to get caught up. And by end of day Friday my back was killing me.

Saturday I got up, went to the chiro then came home and cleaned house in preparation for DH coming home. He got home after 9pm and we were both too tired to go out, or have any other fun. Sunday was relaxing, with just a couple of errands to run -- DH spent most of it napping.

So, now it's a new week, and it's going to be even crazier than last week. Tomorrow is end of month, usually a long day, but since it's also the day before physical inventory, there will be even more work. Then Wednesday & Thursday (and possibly Friday) I'm supposed to be at work at 4:30 am (not a typo -- a.m. as in the black before the sun even wakes up morning), and since it's an hour drive to work, I'll be up at 3 and leaving at 3:30. If I'm starting that earlier, I must be getting off early, right? Wrong. I'm in charge of tag control, which means as long as counting is going on, I need to be there controlling tags, and last I heard they don't expect to stop until 6pm. DH will be taking our youngest trick-or-treating (she doesn't understand why mommy can't do it).

I am going to be very close to dead on Saturday.

So, while I may peek in on other blogs, and check my stats here, don't be surprised if another week goes by before I get a spanking related post on here.

Tinkering and Fires

Nothing's wrong with your computer or your vision. I've been tweaking the template for my blog, changing widths, removing graphics, changing to blogrolling for my list of blogs I've linked to. For the time being I will keep both my old and new lists on the blog, as they're not exactly identical.


For any of my readers in SoCal -- my thoughts and prayers are with you. I know how frightening it is to have to evacuate in the face of wildfires, having been there myself. I hope you are safe and protected and finding comfort, and if you have had to evacuate, that you will soon be able to return home (and find it still standing and undamaged).