Happy Valentine's Day

DH gets home tomorrow, but I couldn't let Valentine's Day pass unrecognized, so late last night I created a loving letter and emailed it to him. I knew he'd get it first thing this morning, well before I'd be up. He called me as I was dropping YC off at child care. He sounded pretty amazed.
Thought I'd share it with you.

Things I love about you
That you love me, even after all these years (and all the weight)

That you (most of the time) get my wicked wit

How you smile when we’re sharing a look (usually about something silly a child has done)

That you’re a mushy drunk and not a mean one

That you’re willing to spank me

That you try to (sometimes) get all Dom with me
That you work so hard to take care of us

That you put up with my eccentricities

That you try to understand me

That you are confident and sure of yourself (without being arrogant or cocky)
That we fit so well together – and not just physically

That you’ll make sure I come first and in the middle, and sometimes last

That you don’t realize just how much power you do have over me

That you’re loving and playful
That you try to be a good father and a good husband
That you cook for yourself and for us

That you help out with the housework (and sometimes do the major amount)

How we can laugh so much together, sometimes over the silliest things

How we can snuggle and watch TV together before going to sleep

How supportive you are of me and the things I like to do (even if you don’t get it)

That you tell me that you love what I can do to you with my hands and mouth

That you still pay me compliments

I know I can think of more, but this should do, for now.

Days 7, 8, 9 & 10

Day 7 – Send your lover a sexy spanko e-mail.

Did this. It’s not unusual for me to send DH loving emails while he’s travelling. This time, I added a suggestive picture to the words.
I went to http://www.naughtycards.com/. If you haven’t been there, there have a pretty good selection of sexy cards, for all sorts, not just spankos.
I knew that DH wouldn’t actually get the card until Friday, but it would be there as soon as he logged on.
And I know he got it, and liked it, because he sent me this message:
Thank you for the card it is my Desk top back ground.

Day 8 – Play act a trip to the principal’s office.

Even if DH were home, I don’t think this would happen. DH just isn’t into this kind of playing. Ok, I haven’t really brought role-playing up with him, but knowing him, I just can’t see him getting into it. I know, he might surprise me. He has recently mentioned that he would like to see me in a maid’s uniform (you know, the sexy French type). At some point I will get one and will see what happens next.

So, maybe I’ll have to bring play-acting up with him, see if he’s willing to give it a try.

Day 9 – It’s fun to spank while making love

Yep, yep, yep.
While obviously we didn’t do this on the ninth, it’s a standard part of our sex life. One of the reasons DH like me on all fours is the ready access to my backside. Me, I like the spanking to start before the actual intercourse, but spanking during just adds to the experience. I can’t see him, I can’t tell what he might be doing when a hand is removed from my hips, and the anticipation of knowing a spank might be coming just kicks things up a bit.

Day 10 – Show off your lingerie

If you’ve read some of my other posts, you’ll know that I do use lingerie to spice things up. Since I don’t wear pajamas, DH knows what’s on my mind when I show up wearing lingerie. And I will probably be wearing some this weekend.

Look what i found

I know I already posted today, but I couldn't resist.

I was not looking for anything spanking related, just looking for something to decorate an "I miss you" message to DH.

And look what I found on webfetti.

Spankos -- We're everywhere!

Days 5 & 6

Day 5 – OTK is A-OK today! and Day 6 – Try a wet spanking.

Didn’t manage either of these.

OTK is not something we’ve done. Not because I’m not interested (well, duh, I’m a spanko), but mainly because of physical limitations. I am just not in a shape where either of us would be comfortable with me draped over his lap. Even if it’s across his legs while he’s on the bed, I still am not comfortable mentally and worry that it’s not comfortable for him physically. So I haven’t pushed the issue. Maybe someday I’ll feel ready to give this a try.

Wet – I just could not come up with a way to set this up. Seeing as we had both showered that morning before work, insisting on a joint shower before bed and pulling implements into it, just seemed too obvious. And too likely to be rejected. Remember, DH ‘claims’ to not be that into spanking and gets rather standoffish if he feels like I’m pushing it at him too much (his definition of too much, not mine). *Sigh*

And logistically I just couldn’t figure out a good way, even if he were totally into it.

*The shower is way too small for much activity – I’d be worried that he’d hurt himself or break something while trying to get a good swing going.

*Next option would be to get out soaking wet and take up position somewhere in the bathroom (over the edge of the tub, leaning over the counter, on all fours). This would be way too freaking cold. Our bathroom is always like a walk in cooler; and being wet from the shower would leave us shivering, and not with arousal or anticipation. And then we’d also have to have water, warm, on hand to keep my backside good and wet, making a mess.

*Finally, we could move into the bedroom. But it’s carpeted and in the effort to keep me good and wet, the carpet would likely end up good and wet as well. Just not a good idea.

All in all, just too much work for an iffy scenario on a work night.

But I’m not giving up on this as an activity to pursue some other time.

Now, not all was lost, as we did engage in some enjoyable sex. With DH leaving for over a week, we needed to make sure we had some quality time together. And we did.

Days 3 & 4 + some other stuff

Dear Readers -- Down at the very end of this post I've asked a question that I really would like to receive answers to, if you're willing. And I thank you in advance.

Day 3 -- Read some new spanking blogs

Did this, using Bonnie’s Kindred Spirits list to provide some guidance/inspiration.

A Taste of the Birch
ABC’s of My Life
I’m Her Husband Not Another Father

I’ve added the feeds from all three to my feeds list so I can more easily keep up with them. I like that ABC’s and Husband are written by wife and husband, respectively. For whatever reason, women seem to be more into writing about what goes on with their lives while the men seem to be a little more reticient. It’s nice to get the male and female perspectives.

Day 4 – It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that sting

So this night, we were basically going for the plain old vanilla (as we define it) action. Being a Monday, we’d both had work that day and were going to have to get up the next morning and do it all again (work, not sex *sigh*). So no fancy dress up or laying out of accessories, just undressing and going at it with the TV on in the background.

DH was watching a recorded Leno and I snuggled up next to him. Hands started moving – mine over him, his over me. Kissing, caressing, stroking, squeezing. I do believe there were a few swats at my backside *grin*, but nothing I would classify as a spanking. DH requested some oral attention, so I removed myself from the bed to kneel at his feet. Besides me on my hands and knees during sex, this would be DH’s favorite position to see me in.

Keeping in mind that this day was needing some sting, I managed to reach over to DH’s bedside table and rummage in the drawers to find a certain toy – a red rubber multi-strand whip. DH doesn’t use this one often, but I really like it when he does – it’s got a lovely thud/sting combo going on. A pleasurable thud/sting, unlike some other implements he uses fairly regularly. I handed it to him and he used it lightly, mainly over my shoulders and back as he was finding it difficult to reach further down.

DH tossed the whip onto the bed then helped me up and into his favorite position. And then, well, you know… the usual – enter, thrust, orgasm-me, orgasm-him, relax onto bed.

Then I had myself a bit of fun.

DH went into the bathroom, to do whatever he needed to do. And instead of shifting my position (as he’d requested), I stayed sideways across the bed, blocking DH’s spot. A calculated risk, as the whip was next to me on the bed. When he came out and saw me still where he’d left me, he was less than pleased. He again told me to move. I looked up over my shoulder and clear as day told him, “Make me.” He responded with, “I just wish I could.”

Now, I can’t say with any certainty who looked at the whip first. All I know is that he saw it, knew what to do, picked it up and applied it heartily to my backside. Ahhh, such lovely heat, such lovely sting. Didn’t take too many strikes before I was giggling and scrambling out of the way, onto my side of the bed, to his remarks about doing as he says, being in trouble, etc.

What wonderful, lovely (and sting-y) fun.

And the other stuff

Yesterday while at the store I was looking at Valentine cards for DH. Saw a couple that had me laughing in the middle of the aisle and getting odd looks from the kiddies. Keep in mind I'm paraphrasing as I don't have the cards in question.

1st card--

Front -- I've got an idea for a different way to play Texas Hold 'Em...

Inside -- ... I'll go get the rope.

2nd card --

Front -- I went to one of those stores where you can make the special 'bears'...

Inside -- They threw me out after I added the handcuffs and the black leather whip. (Accompanied by a picture of a teddie bear with cuffs on the wrists and ankles, holding handcuffs in the right paw and a whip in the left)

Got a couple of sexy ones for DH. We just don't do the mushy sentimental cards -- just can't. Not that we don't love each other and tell each other this, but those cards are just so not us. Ok, well, they're DH after he's had a few drinks (he's a mushy drunk *said with love*).

And had an interesting conversation with DH today. I was out running errands during my lunch hour. He called and of course I had left my phone in the car (duh). So I called him back, and over an absolutely horrid echo, had the following basic conversation.

DH: Where are you?

Me: out running errands.

DH: What errands?

I ran down the list, even able to say "I did too" when he commented that I probably hadn't done something he'd asked me to do. After which I said, "I've been such a good girl today, I think I should get a reward."

DH: Go give yourself a spanking.

Me: [laughing] That's no fun!

DH laughed too then went on with the conversation. (wait, wait, wait -- a little background is needed before this part. Back on the 3rd I was a sneaky little minx and went on to My Bottom Smarts on DH's iPhone [looking at the Romantic Spanking Month calendar] and then did not exit all the way out before handing it back to him. I did this purposely -- I knew this meant that the next time he went on line with his phone, MBS would be staring out at him. And the next day while at work, he called to ask what was I looking at, was that some spanking stuff, etc. I answered in the affirmative and that was the end of it --- I thought....)

DH: I was looking at that spanking website, the one that is red, that you had on my iPhone.

Me: [silence... really how am I supposed to respond to that?]

DH: What does [ ] D mean?

It was not a perfect connection, lots of static with a bad echo, so I thought he was asking about BDSM and said what that stands for.

DH: No. DD.

Me: DD? Domestic Discipline.

DH: OK. That's right. [ok, apparently this was a trick question since he already knew the answer -- now I can't help wondering why the test] I googled it to find out what it meant. Domestic Discpline means there's spankings but it's not sex?

Me: Different people practice it differently. For some people, there's sex no matter what kind of spanking it was.

And that was pretty much the end of the conversation. I'm guessing he checked out a few of the Kindred Spirits from MBS in order to find mention of DD.

And yes, I realize, and did at the time, that by leaving MBS up for DH to find, he might, just might, if he really took a look at the blog, notice over in the Kindred Spirits listing a blog called Robin's Red Bottom, make the not so difficult deduction that this could be his wife's blog, and check it out. Only now, knowing that he has been checking things out, there's a wee bit of panic coursing through my system.

Now big question (and please, please answer, either through comments of email) -- Do you think I've blogged anything that DH might take horrible offense at? That might upset him terribly?

I know I've occasionally complained about something going on with us, but overall what I've written has been positive, loving and supportive -- right? (pleadingly)

Romantic Spanking Month -- Day 2 (cont)

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Romantic Spanking Month -- Days 1 & 2

Bonnie posted this calendar on her blog, My Bottom Smarts. And I've decided to give as many suggestions as possible a try and post about it here. Bonnie comes up with such great ideas.

Feb 1 -- Buy a new implement.

I seriously considered this, but didn't do so. Two reasons -- weather was too bad for me to make a lunch time run to any nearby stores that might carry an implement we don't currently have; and we haven't lately been using the ones we already have so didn't feel I could truly justify it. I did look online and found some possibles. I may still purchase something later this month.

Feb 2 -- Tie her up, tie her down (part 1).

DH and I have never, til this past Saturday night, incorporated any sort of bondage in any of our play (not for lack of suggestions by either of us, or purchases of beginner's kits). But with this calendar as incentive, I did what I could to make it happen.

Saturday night was date night, and I was determined to make things happen. Last week I just felt too miserable, then it was period week so no action, and DH leaves this Thursday and doesn't come back til the 15th, so we needed some serious us time. And I got things started before we even left the house.

We'd been napping, resting up for the evening. When we woke, I reached over and started caressing hubby, stroking and squeezing, doing whatever it took to get him hard and ready. Then I leaned over and took him into my mouth. Based on the physical and verbal responses I was getting, DH was really enjoying this unasked for oral attention. We were both fully clothed, and I was positioned so that DH could at least rub and caress my bottom while I switched from mouth to hand and back again. He did make comments about if I kept this action up, he was going to have to fuck me. I just continued paying undivided attention to his hard, hot cock. A couple of times I could tell he was getting close to coming -- I backed off, but continued stroking and squeezing. He asked me if I wanted him to come, or if I wanted him to wait till later. I didn't answer; he could stop me at anytime, if that was what he really wanted. Apparently, it wasn't :D. It didn't take too much more oral attention before I heard his breathing change and felt his cock get even harder. And he came as I continued to suck and lick until he was finished. DH couldn't tell me enough how much he had liked his surprise, and would like it if I did such things more often (surprise -- not).

Then we showered and got ready to go out. Out of DH's view I applied some spray glimmer 'tattoos' (upper left breast was "nice" in a heart, and right bottom cheek was "naughty") and put on a corset with matching panties. Weather unfortunately was not appropriate for stillettos (or heels of any sort), and they probably would have been too painful for wearing out. I like surprising him with these little teasers while we're out.

After dinner and a few drinks, we came home. While DH made sure everything was closed up and turned off for the night, I rushed upstairs, stripped down to the corset, put on the stillettos, put on my robe, and got out a few things -- oils, lubes, bondage kit, etc., but absolutely no spanking implements. I did this purposely -- DH had a week or so ago made some comments, again, about my having a one track mind, always reading and writing about spanking, and always expecting him to provide (not true in my mind, but it's what he was feeling). I was not going to push spanking at him, it was going to have to be all his idea.

To be continued...

I am such a slug...

3 weeks?!?! How the bloody hell can it be almost 3 weeks since I last managed to post here? You'd think I've gone into hibernation. But nope, just worn out. Not to go into the boring details, but there's multiple stressors at work, 'fun' at home with the hubby and 3 kiddies (remember, 2 of them are teens), visit from in-laws, and the lovely winter weather.

And I didn't realize how much my back was affecting all the aspects of my life. I've had back issues since I was a teen and have seen chiropractors on and off over the years. I was going pretty regularly the end of last year, but hadn't been since just before the holidays. With all the stresses lately, I've been in pain and suffering headaches and such pretty regularly the last couple of weeks. So I finally made it back in today. Oh. My. God. I feel a thousand times better -- nothing like a massage, an adjustment, and some stim to make you feel better. And I deliberately planned it for today since tomorrow is date night and we've been 'inactive' all week.

Now, even in my misery, I did see that I continued to have guests here and just want to say "thank you" for not giving up on me. And I did manage to get a few more blogs added to my "Blogs I Like" list (and yes, I really do read them pretty regularly).

I've got two chiro appts scheduled for next week, plus DH is leaving for France on Thursday and not coming back til the following week, so I'll be able to get plenty of rest, which means (hopefully) more creative energy.... which means... I WILL BLOG!!

Happy February, Happy Valentines Day, and Happy Spanking Month!

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.