Not sure how many of you have shopped at www.kinkstore.ca but you should check it out if you are not familiar. It is owned and operated right here in Edmonton by a local family that is very kink aware.
The owners strive to ensure that their products are above quality, refusing to stock the generic array of sex toys and baubles and instead only carrying items that are built for durability and safety.
We decided to do a light hearted review of their recent sale items, the naughty set and the nice set, intended for spanking enthusiasts.
Showing posts with label Spanking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spanking. Show all posts
Saturday, 27 December 2014
Sunday, 4 May 2014
SSC Meet and Learn May 3rd
I was fairly excited, as the winter had been quite long and we were long overdue for a community gathering. With so many of the original group having moved away, however, I was not sure how many people to expect.
FHB was fairly stoked. N had volunteered to be his demo for pressure points. I planned on a rope tutorial to follow his presentation and of course we had something new and exciting... A surprise for everyone!
With so many people messaging me for the address I thought we might have a full house. I find that many people, when they find out we have waivers and if you appear 'young' you may be required to show ID, are reluctant to attend. I understand their reticence, but at the same time I have to ensure that EVERYONE is safe, protected and that we all are on the same page.
FHB gave F a ride, and N showed up shortly after. We introduced them and chatted for a time. At quarter after, however, we moved forward and presented our surprise.
This innocent looking device is a spanking machine from spankermachine.com We set it up, attaching it to a rickety side table I have (not sure why I have not replaced that thing either, but...) and attached my shortest cane to it.
N was our brave volunteer, and what a show!! You can see in the video that the machine's clamp is rather lame, and that the implements keep dropping lower and lower. But for the money it is certainly a great find.
I admit, I was laughing hysterically as N danced all over and the machine relentlessly continued to swat her. I noted, with some mirth, that she stood there, never moving away-so all her jumping about seemed twice as funny.
Just as we wrapped that up and started the pressure point demo, J called to say they were headed over. FHB happily redid the Pressure Points demo for J and then we did a toy share and chat for the rest of the evening.
Perhaps not as structured as we sometimes get, but it was fantastic to gather again! See you all next month!
FHB was fairly stoked. N had volunteered to be his demo for pressure points. I planned on a rope tutorial to follow his presentation and of course we had something new and exciting... A surprise for everyone!
With so many people messaging me for the address I thought we might have a full house. I find that many people, when they find out we have waivers and if you appear 'young' you may be required to show ID, are reluctant to attend. I understand their reticence, but at the same time I have to ensure that EVERYONE is safe, protected and that we all are on the same page.
FHB gave F a ride, and N showed up shortly after. We introduced them and chatted for a time. At quarter after, however, we moved forward and presented our surprise.
This innocent looking device is a spanking machine from spankermachine.com We set it up, attaching it to a rickety side table I have (not sure why I have not replaced that thing either, but...) and attached my shortest cane to it.
N was our brave volunteer, and what a show!! You can see in the video that the machine's clamp is rather lame, and that the implements keep dropping lower and lower. But for the money it is certainly a great find.
I admit, I was laughing hysterically as N danced all over and the machine relentlessly continued to swat her. I noted, with some mirth, that she stood there, never moving away-so all her jumping about seemed twice as funny.
Just as we wrapped that up and started the pressure point demo, J called to say they were headed over. FHB happily redid the Pressure Points demo for J and then we did a toy share and chat for the rest of the evening.
Perhaps not as structured as we sometimes get, but it was fantastic to gather again! See you all next month!
Friday, 18 April 2014
It's jst a bench
He smiled at the sight of her, kneeling there, fully exposed for his
pleasure. Her arms clasped behind her back thrust her tits forward and
her slightly raised chin exposed her neck. Her knees were parted,
exposing her cunt, and he could see that she was moist with need
already. His eyes roamed over her, taking in her quivering flesh, her
ragged breathing, her nipples that seemed to tighten as he watched.
He reached down, gathering her hair in his hand, slowly winding his fingers until her head was tightly in his palm, and he lifted her, bringing her neck to his mouth. He bit down on that tender place where neck meets shoulder, eliciting a moan from her.
He turned, still holding her head and hair, and walked/dragged her to the new bench he had built. He led her onto the bench, bending her over it and began to fasten her down. Ankles were secured, legs quite wide apart, then straps over each thigh. Another strap fastened her waist down.
He placed her collar around her neck, and that too was attached to the bench, in such a manner that her head was raised. He fastened her forearms and wrists to the padded arm rest, then stood back to admire his handiwork.
She was tethered, in doggie position, leaving every hole exposed. He grinned, and grabbed the new ring gag he had purchased. He carefully placed it in her mouth, then tied it securely behind her head and attached the points at each side to the bench so that she could not even wiggle her head.
"So, my little slut... can you guess what happens now?" he teased, his hands roaming her body. She made little noises, which amused him greatly. He placed an item in her hand, saying, "This is your 'red', press this like so.." his fingers showed her how to press the gadget, which elicited a loud and repeititive dinging noise, "and I will know you have hit your limit. Press it now, if you understand me."
She pressed the button, let it ding a couple times then let go of the button.
"Good girl!" He grinned. He grabbed her vibrating toy, and rubbed some lubrication onto it. He worked the toy into her cunt, then turned it on. She began to make little sounds for him, half protest half pleasure.
"Get used to it, miss... This bench is designed to hold such things." With that gem of information he snapped a clamp around the base of her toy, and adjusted a bar so that it would be held in place.
Then he adjusted another bar, this one with a small rubber cock, so that it was snuggly in her mouth...
"I want you to understand, my sweet slut, that each of your holes will be busy at all times, until I decide to take you off this bench." He grinned at her. "How lovely... every hole, just waiting for me to do as I please."
He moved around her again, and began to rub lubrication into her asshole, then worked a finger into her. He admired how her body trembled, her muted groans and moans as he explored her ass with is fingers, and mouth. Once her body was more receptive, he worked a butt plug into her ass, and fastened that to yet another attachment point.
With each of her holes thus plugged, he began to spank her, slapping her thighs and ass, pausing to grab her hair, bite her and play with her breasts. Once her ass was a nice pink, he grabbed a tawse, and began to work her flesh some more, each impact rewarded with more muted sounds and whimpers from her.
Then he grabbed the Hitachi Wand, and placed that strategically so that it would vibrate against her clit relentlessly. He turned it on the low setting, then moved around to her face. He removed the mouth dildo and before she could even gasp, slid his cock into her mouth.
He fucked her mouth, as she trembled, moaned and tried to buck, each toy tormenting and pleasing her as his cock stroked her mouth and throat.
He slid out of her mouth and crouched down, wiping her tears, and stroking her face as she moaned around the gag's ring. He replaced the mouth dildo then returned to her ass, gently removing the butt plug.
He lubricated his cock, turned the hitachi on the high setting, and worked himself into her ass, rocking against her as she clamped around him.
The devious man smiled as he flexed his hips, working his well lubricated cock in and out of her ass. "Such a good girl" he said, pressing his thumbs into the pressure point on each buttock, causing her to moan and wriggle. He could feel the beginning of her orgasm, her internal muscles clenching, her legs tensing, and he moaned at the sensation.
"That's right, cum for me" he encouraged as he rocked and thrust.
Her orgasm (and assgasms) left her mewling helplessly, her muscles clamping rythmically down upon him, as he rocked within her, the wand and vibrator stimulating her incessantly, the cock gag not able to muffle her sounds entirely as she tried to thrash about.
He continued to thrust and rock, smiling at her distressed sounds for a moment before he lowered the hitachi's settings. "No, my slut... we are not done yet" he teased her as he continued to fuck her ass. His hands stroked her skin, pinching, kneading, poking and caressing as he and the various toys rode her. Before long he could feel her muscles clenching again, and he picked up tempo to match her spasms.
Just as she came he jacked the hitachi back up to max and chuckled as her body responded, clenching and releasing, her mewls of distress and pleasure again rising in volume.
Her body continued to spasms, as he threw his own head back and moaned, withdrawing his cock and ejaculating over her ass. He could see her body continuing to spasms as he took a moment to enjoy his own release.
"What a good little slut" He murmured, watching the spasms abate, her body still trembling, her moans sounding panicky.
"What's wrong girl?" he laughed.."are things getting sensitive?" His fingers relubed her ass, and he pressed the butt plug back into place.
She moaned in frustration, body beginning to tense again.
"All three holes, till I am done, remember?"
She moaned again, piteously. "Just one more, that's a good girl." he fondled her breasts and then picked up his crop. As he watched her body stiffen and relax with the onset of yet another wave of orgasms, he landed a sharp swat to one thigh, then the other. As she moaned and wiggled, he layed two on each ass cheek.
He continued to beat her as she came, her body straining as she lay there, helpless and lost to the sensations he provided. As her trembling subsided, he reached down and wiggled the buzzing Hitachi, grinning as she again made stressed noises. He tormented her for a minute before finally turning it off. He made soothing noises as he slowly removed the various toys, his hands caressing her, whispering "good girl.. you did good"
He removed the O-ring, then began to slowly loosen the bonds holding her to the bench. He massaged her stiff limbs, then uncurled her from the bench and into his arms.
She snuggled into him and said in her most sated voice, "Thank you Sir."
He chuckled, "You are very welcome, miss."
She blushed, then giggled. "That is a mean piece of furniture Sir..."
"That?" he answered, "That is just a bench!"
He reached down, gathering her hair in his hand, slowly winding his fingers until her head was tightly in his palm, and he lifted her, bringing her neck to his mouth. He bit down on that tender place where neck meets shoulder, eliciting a moan from her.
He turned, still holding her head and hair, and walked/dragged her to the new bench he had built. He led her onto the bench, bending her over it and began to fasten her down. Ankles were secured, legs quite wide apart, then straps over each thigh. Another strap fastened her waist down.
He placed her collar around her neck, and that too was attached to the bench, in such a manner that her head was raised. He fastened her forearms and wrists to the padded arm rest, then stood back to admire his handiwork.
She was tethered, in doggie position, leaving every hole exposed. He grinned, and grabbed the new ring gag he had purchased. He carefully placed it in her mouth, then tied it securely behind her head and attached the points at each side to the bench so that she could not even wiggle her head.
"So, my little slut... can you guess what happens now?" he teased, his hands roaming her body. She made little noises, which amused him greatly. He placed an item in her hand, saying, "This is your 'red', press this like so.." his fingers showed her how to press the gadget, which elicited a loud and repeititive dinging noise, "and I will know you have hit your limit. Press it now, if you understand me."
She pressed the button, let it ding a couple times then let go of the button.
"Good girl!" He grinned. He grabbed her vibrating toy, and rubbed some lubrication onto it. He worked the toy into her cunt, then turned it on. She began to make little sounds for him, half protest half pleasure.
"Get used to it, miss... This bench is designed to hold such things." With that gem of information he snapped a clamp around the base of her toy, and adjusted a bar so that it would be held in place.
Then he adjusted another bar, this one with a small rubber cock, so that it was snuggly in her mouth...
"I want you to understand, my sweet slut, that each of your holes will be busy at all times, until I decide to take you off this bench." He grinned at her. "How lovely... every hole, just waiting for me to do as I please."
He moved around her again, and began to rub lubrication into her asshole, then worked a finger into her. He admired how her body trembled, her muted groans and moans as he explored her ass with is fingers, and mouth. Once her body was more receptive, he worked a butt plug into her ass, and fastened that to yet another attachment point.
With each of her holes thus plugged, he began to spank her, slapping her thighs and ass, pausing to grab her hair, bite her and play with her breasts. Once her ass was a nice pink, he grabbed a tawse, and began to work her flesh some more, each impact rewarded with more muted sounds and whimpers from her.
Then he grabbed the Hitachi Wand, and placed that strategically so that it would vibrate against her clit relentlessly. He turned it on the low setting, then moved around to her face. He removed the mouth dildo and before she could even gasp, slid his cock into her mouth.
He fucked her mouth, as she trembled, moaned and tried to buck, each toy tormenting and pleasing her as his cock stroked her mouth and throat.
He slid out of her mouth and crouched down, wiping her tears, and stroking her face as she moaned around the gag's ring. He replaced the mouth dildo then returned to her ass, gently removing the butt plug.
He lubricated his cock, turned the hitachi on the high setting, and worked himself into her ass, rocking against her as she clamped around him.
The devious man smiled as he flexed his hips, working his well lubricated cock in and out of her ass. "Such a good girl" he said, pressing his thumbs into the pressure point on each buttock, causing her to moan and wriggle. He could feel the beginning of her orgasm, her internal muscles clenching, her legs tensing, and he moaned at the sensation.
"That's right, cum for me" he encouraged as he rocked and thrust.
Her orgasm (and assgasms) left her mewling helplessly, her muscles clamping rythmically down upon him, as he rocked within her, the wand and vibrator stimulating her incessantly, the cock gag not able to muffle her sounds entirely as she tried to thrash about.
He continued to thrust and rock, smiling at her distressed sounds for a moment before he lowered the hitachi's settings. "No, my slut... we are not done yet" he teased her as he continued to fuck her ass. His hands stroked her skin, pinching, kneading, poking and caressing as he and the various toys rode her. Before long he could feel her muscles clenching again, and he picked up tempo to match her spasms.
Just as she came he jacked the hitachi back up to max and chuckled as her body responded, clenching and releasing, her mewls of distress and pleasure again rising in volume.
Her body continued to spasms, as he threw his own head back and moaned, withdrawing his cock and ejaculating over her ass. He could see her body continuing to spasms as he took a moment to enjoy his own release.
"What a good little slut" He murmured, watching the spasms abate, her body still trembling, her moans sounding panicky.
"What's wrong girl?" he laughed.."are things getting sensitive?" His fingers relubed her ass, and he pressed the butt plug back into place.
She moaned in frustration, body beginning to tense again.
"All three holes, till I am done, remember?"
She moaned again, piteously. "Just one more, that's a good girl." he fondled her breasts and then picked up his crop. As he watched her body stiffen and relax with the onset of yet another wave of orgasms, he landed a sharp swat to one thigh, then the other. As she moaned and wiggled, he layed two on each ass cheek.
He continued to beat her as she came, her body straining as she lay there, helpless and lost to the sensations he provided. As her trembling subsided, he reached down and wiggled the buzzing Hitachi, grinning as she again made stressed noises. He tormented her for a minute before finally turning it off. He made soothing noises as he slowly removed the various toys, his hands caressing her, whispering "good girl.. you did good"
He removed the O-ring, then began to slowly loosen the bonds holding her to the bench. He massaged her stiff limbs, then uncurled her from the bench and into his arms.
She snuggled into him and said in her most sated voice, "Thank you Sir."
He chuckled, "You are very welcome, miss."
She blushed, then giggled. "That is a mean piece of furniture Sir..."
"That?" he answered, "That is just a bench!"
Thursday, 13 March 2014
Not all spankings are equal
Anyone who has had me over their knee, (or watched me play hard in a
dungeon) likely has figured out that this angel may be a bit of a
masochist. And, as you may have guessed from the monicker I use, I love
LOVE my spankings.
This year at Lupercalia we went to a Tantric Spanking class (John Ireland, you and little one rock). The class was not really a huge shock, we didn't really learn anything 'new'. Instead we were reminded that not all spankings are equal.
Not all spankings are about pain, or pain, or a well marked bottom.
Some spankings are about sex.
About love.
About feeling that slow pulse build up on ones 'nether region'.
Later, when we had a bit of time to ourselves, Firm-Hand-Buddha drew me slowly over the bead, his hand smoothing my skin, lingering touches as he disrobed me.
He grabbed my hair and let his hand tighten just so, then let go, letting my hair sift through his fingers as he cupped the back of my neck and moved his hand down my spine, to rest in that hollow that makes me shiver.
His other hand caressed my thighs, my ass cheeks, lightly slapping, plumping and slapping, fingers so close to touching me.
The details are blurry, as each touch tugged me under his very sexy spell. Every slap of his hand on my skin had me writhing, as he caressed, teased, slapped, and did what he does oh so well. I have never been so wet from a spanking, let me tell you!
Some spankings are about connecting. About using touch and eroticism for pleasure and intimacy. Yummmm.....
This masochist thanks you, Sir... Spank me anytime.
This year at Lupercalia we went to a Tantric Spanking class (John Ireland, you and little one rock). The class was not really a huge shock, we didn't really learn anything 'new'. Instead we were reminded that not all spankings are equal.
Not all spankings are about pain, or pain, or a well marked bottom.
Some spankings are about sex.
About love.
About feeling that slow pulse build up on ones 'nether region'.
Later, when we had a bit of time to ourselves, Firm-Hand-Buddha drew me slowly over the bead, his hand smoothing my skin, lingering touches as he disrobed me.
He grabbed my hair and let his hand tighten just so, then let go, letting my hair sift through his fingers as he cupped the back of my neck and moved his hand down my spine, to rest in that hollow that makes me shiver.
His other hand caressed my thighs, my ass cheeks, lightly slapping, plumping and slapping, fingers so close to touching me.
The details are blurry, as each touch tugged me under his very sexy spell. Every slap of his hand on my skin had me writhing, as he caressed, teased, slapped, and did what he does oh so well. I have never been so wet from a spanking, let me tell you!
Some spankings are about connecting. About using touch and eroticism for pleasure and intimacy. Yummmm.....
This masochist thanks you, Sir... Spank me anytime.
Monday, 23 December 2013
Is that you, Santa ? Oh no!!
The usually prim lady sprawled on the couch, tipsy from the Bailey's
and flushed with expectation. Her lover had promised to pop by this
evening, and in a burst of alcohol fueled courage she had dressed up
rather tartly for him, her hair swept up, lipstick dark red, and a
slutty little outfit sure to widen his eyes. A patent leather under
bust corset cinched her waist, her breasts bared and a matching patent
skirt that barely covered her butt clung to her curvy body. The black
stockings that encased her legs were sexy as heck and spiked heels on
her feet finished the look, even if she was a bit wobbly in them.
She grinned as she imagined the look on his face, and her naughty thoughts made her body tingled and tighten in the most delicious ways. She let her thoughts wander, and was just beginning to imagine all sorts of sinful fun when she heard it... the jingle of bells, the booming sound of "hohoho".
She giggled, thinking her dear lover was playing around, and flounced to the door to let him in.
Except..
It was not her lover at all, but ...
"Santa?" she gasped, staring in wonder. Santa here? What on earth!
Santa was staring too, but in horrified shock. His eyes raked over her and his demeanor changed quickly from jolly to stern and disapproving. "Miss!! Have you NO shame?"
She gasped in horror as she remembered he state of... cough undress. Her hands flew up to cover her bare breasts and she blushed a fiery red. "Oh my!! I, um, that is.. uh." She floundered, at a complete loss how to deal with this startling development. She flashed a tipsy grin at the lovely man and giggled..."Obviously I was not expecting you!!"
Father Christmas, however, was not amused. He took her by the arm and led her further into the house. Closing the door he turned back to her and shook his head in disappointment before herding her before him up the stairs. He scolded her as he shooed her into the living room, scooping a kitchen chair as he passed the table. "Miss!!! That skirt is so short your backside flashes as you walk!! What sort of lady wears such an outfit!!"
She stammered, giggled and stumbled, with half hearted excuses, apologies and sassy comments as Santa plopped the chair in front of the tree and sat down, tugging her to spill face down over his knee which elicited a startled gasp of protest from the tipsy lady herself.
"Santa!! Really! (giggle), um, usually a girl SITS on Santa's knee you see, I think you have this ALL wrong!!" She tried to stand up, but Santa placed his white gloved hand firmly upon her back.
"Good girls sit on my lap, Miss.. Not tarts!" Santa adjusted the squirming ladies body and then brought his right hand down upon her upturned cheeks.
"Naughty girls get spankings.:"
"eek!!!" She squealed, mortified as her childhood here began to swat her. "Santa, really, i must, ack.. uh.. "
"You (smack) must (smack) nothing!(smack)" Santa retorted, stepping up his pace and swatting harder to boot. "I (smack SMACK smack) didn't even (smack smack SMACK smackety smack) raise (SMACK SMACK) your (SMACK) skirt, (smack smack) you naughty (SMACK) thing, (smack smack smack) it is so short (SMACK SMACK SMACK) that it (SMACK) raised (SMACK) itself!!!(SMACK smack smack smack smack SMACK" He focused on turning her cheeks red, ignoring her protests while he scolded her.
"I cannot (smack smack)hardly (smack SMACK smack) fathom (SMACK) what has gotten (smack smack smack) into you!! (smack smack smack) Dressing like a tart (smack SMACK smack) sassing Father Christmas (SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK) and you are intoxicated (SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK) are you not?? (smack smack smack)" Santa declared.
This onslaught continued, turning her buttocks first a sweet pink, then dark pink then red, until she was kicking her feet and little crocodile tears escaped her eyes.
Then Santa snugged her in tightly and spanked her hard and fast, leaving her breathless, as he ominously queried, "Do you know what Santa does with sassy, naughty, tarty girls?"
"Spanks them?" she guessed, wryly, in between her gasps and whimpers.
"Naughty girls might get a spanking, but You, Miss" Santa replied, "have earned far more than that." He jostled her so she was more securely held and she felt something cold and hard pressed flat against her very warm cheeks. She barely had time to wonder before he lifted the item and brought it down smartly.
"Ack!!! owww!!" She flailed, trying to get off his knee as he brought the mean paddle down again..slightly harder yet. "nooooo!!!!!, stop please.. Santa!!," and again, harder still, as she kicked and squirmed. Santa paddled her now tender cheeks thoroughly, until she quit struggling and lay limply over his lap, crying softly. Then he finally lifted her off his lap and let her weep into his shoulder a moment.
Once she began to calm a bit, he stood her up and led her back into the kitchen.
"Almost done, brat. I am sure, Quite Sure, that when I am done you will not be greeting Santa EVER AGAIN in such a shameless outfit!!" With that he bent her over her table and drew off his belt. "How many days of Christmas?"
"uh.. twelve?" she said, slightly dazed..
"Twelve it is, hohoho!" Santa chortled as he brought the belt down upon her backside. "Eleven days, HoHoHo!" Thwack! and so on until the last lash had landed.
"Now, Miss" Santa said, not unkindly, as he stood her up and walked her to the corner. "You will stand here." He turned her so she was facing the corner. "Until he comes"
She stood there, feeling confused, shamed and yet... exhilarated too...
Wonder what her lover would think, to find her standing there?
She grinned as she imagined the look on his face, and her naughty thoughts made her body tingled and tighten in the most delicious ways. She let her thoughts wander, and was just beginning to imagine all sorts of sinful fun when she heard it... the jingle of bells, the booming sound of "hohoho".
She giggled, thinking her dear lover was playing around, and flounced to the door to let him in.
Except..
It was not her lover at all, but ...
"Santa?" she gasped, staring in wonder. Santa here? What on earth!
Santa was staring too, but in horrified shock. His eyes raked over her and his demeanor changed quickly from jolly to stern and disapproving. "Miss!! Have you NO shame?"
She gasped in horror as she remembered he state of... cough undress. Her hands flew up to cover her bare breasts and she blushed a fiery red. "Oh my!! I, um, that is.. uh." She floundered, at a complete loss how to deal with this startling development. She flashed a tipsy grin at the lovely man and giggled..."Obviously I was not expecting you!!"
Father Christmas, however, was not amused. He took her by the arm and led her further into the house. Closing the door he turned back to her and shook his head in disappointment before herding her before him up the stairs. He scolded her as he shooed her into the living room, scooping a kitchen chair as he passed the table. "Miss!!! That skirt is so short your backside flashes as you walk!! What sort of lady wears such an outfit!!"
She stammered, giggled and stumbled, with half hearted excuses, apologies and sassy comments as Santa plopped the chair in front of the tree and sat down, tugging her to spill face down over his knee which elicited a startled gasp of protest from the tipsy lady herself.
"Santa!! Really! (giggle), um, usually a girl SITS on Santa's knee you see, I think you have this ALL wrong!!" She tried to stand up, but Santa placed his white gloved hand firmly upon her back.
"Good girls sit on my lap, Miss.. Not tarts!" Santa adjusted the squirming ladies body and then brought his right hand down upon her upturned cheeks.
"Naughty girls get spankings.:"
"eek!!!" She squealed, mortified as her childhood here began to swat her. "Santa, really, i must, ack.. uh.. "
"You (smack) must (smack) nothing!(smack)" Santa retorted, stepping up his pace and swatting harder to boot. "I (smack SMACK smack) didn't even (smack smack SMACK smackety smack) raise (SMACK SMACK) your (SMACK) skirt, (smack smack) you naughty (SMACK) thing, (smack smack smack) it is so short (SMACK SMACK SMACK) that it (SMACK) raised (SMACK) itself!!!(SMACK smack smack smack smack SMACK" He focused on turning her cheeks red, ignoring her protests while he scolded her.
"I cannot (smack smack)hardly (smack SMACK smack) fathom (SMACK) what has gotten (smack smack smack) into you!! (smack smack smack) Dressing like a tart (smack SMACK smack) sassing Father Christmas (SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK) and you are intoxicated (SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK) are you not?? (smack smack smack)" Santa declared.
This onslaught continued, turning her buttocks first a sweet pink, then dark pink then red, until she was kicking her feet and little crocodile tears escaped her eyes.
Then Santa snugged her in tightly and spanked her hard and fast, leaving her breathless, as he ominously queried, "Do you know what Santa does with sassy, naughty, tarty girls?"
"Spanks them?" she guessed, wryly, in between her gasps and whimpers.
"Naughty girls might get a spanking, but You, Miss" Santa replied, "have earned far more than that." He jostled her so she was more securely held and she felt something cold and hard pressed flat against her very warm cheeks. She barely had time to wonder before he lifted the item and brought it down smartly.
"Ack!!! owww!!" She flailed, trying to get off his knee as he brought the mean paddle down again..slightly harder yet. "nooooo!!!!!, stop please.. Santa!!," and again, harder still, as she kicked and squirmed. Santa paddled her now tender cheeks thoroughly, until she quit struggling and lay limply over his lap, crying softly. Then he finally lifted her off his lap and let her weep into his shoulder a moment.
Once she began to calm a bit, he stood her up and led her back into the kitchen.
"Almost done, brat. I am sure, Quite Sure, that when I am done you will not be greeting Santa EVER AGAIN in such a shameless outfit!!" With that he bent her over her table and drew off his belt. "How many days of Christmas?"
"uh.. twelve?" she said, slightly dazed..
"Twelve it is, hohoho!" Santa chortled as he brought the belt down upon her backside. "Eleven days, HoHoHo!" Thwack! and so on until the last lash had landed.
"Now, Miss" Santa said, not unkindly, as he stood her up and walked her to the corner. "You will stand here." He turned her so she was facing the corner. "Until he comes"
She stood there, feeling confused, shamed and yet... exhilarated too...
Wonder what her lover would think, to find her standing there?
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Stingray Paddle... oh my oh my
Our package arrived Friday (already open!! Darn postal system!) Our StingRay Paddle from Thorgeir.
I continued my day, but my thoughts kept straying back to our new
goodie with anticipation. (I know, I know...in all the stories the girl
is upset, scared and hates whatever implement her Stern Sir has
received. Not me..sorry)
Much later... when Sir and I were alone, we popped on an episode of True Blood (I don't care!! I like It!) and I gleefully crawled over FHB's lap. The devious man decided to use the wood side for warm up, in his typical brisk fashion... Oh. My. Freaking. Gawd. That paddle has a bit of an impact. For the next few minutes I was seriously reconsidering my long time fetish of being spanked. That thing hurts. It is polished to a smooth, non sticky finish. I am assuming that it feels as if you are not swinging it, because it seemed to be landing excessively firmly.
Once Sir figured my skin was warm sigh he flipped that devil paddle over. For the rest of our 45 minutes and 52 second of "test the paddle" time, I was treated to the amazing sensation of stingray leather upon leather butt.
I am in love.
Truly.
The first swat stings, like any paddle. Then just as the next one is landing there is this interesting as hell sensation. EVERY BIT of texture on that leather does a stingy tingle. So.. you get that sting that leaves those amazing sensations on the skin's surface AND you get the THUD of the wood and all the erogenous stimulation from that.
BLISS.
Sir tends to have a rather... uh... rhythmic style of paddling. He was not swinging hard, mind you... but due to the tempo I was wriggling and gasping, squeaking and whimpering. That was challenging, but could have continued for a good long while. When (at my request, because I am a glutton for real) Sir moved to harder thwacks with longer pauses, the skin danced with sensation. The thud from that paddle is so amazing. The stingray.. well it is sexy as heck. I am sure that it was only ten minutes of heavier strikes before I was begging.... done.
Sir posted under that pic that I am 'sensitive to touch' which does not cover it. the next morning (and that is AFTER amazing aftercare) I went to roll over and my whole body tensed in shock as the mere flexing of leg muscles created an intense sensation of skin being too tight and... well... it felt as if my skin had pebbles of welts upon it, over every inch of my ass and thighs.
Although as I went through my day the tightness wore off rather quickly (walking is amazingly good for that) the pebbly welted sensation remained. At 1030 last night when I sat on my stairs (which are textured stoned coated) I squealed. This morning, wrapped in a towel, the feeling of the towel across my skin is very... unusual.
I love my new paddle. I highly recommend this paddle-seriously-it was worth every penny.
Much later... when Sir and I were alone, we popped on an episode of True Blood (I don't care!! I like It!) and I gleefully crawled over FHB's lap. The devious man decided to use the wood side for warm up, in his typical brisk fashion... Oh. My. Freaking. Gawd. That paddle has a bit of an impact. For the next few minutes I was seriously reconsidering my long time fetish of being spanked. That thing hurts. It is polished to a smooth, non sticky finish. I am assuming that it feels as if you are not swinging it, because it seemed to be landing excessively firmly.
Once Sir figured my skin was warm sigh he flipped that devil paddle over. For the rest of our 45 minutes and 52 second of "test the paddle" time, I was treated to the amazing sensation of stingray leather upon leather butt.
I am in love.
Truly.
The first swat stings, like any paddle. Then just as the next one is landing there is this interesting as hell sensation. EVERY BIT of texture on that leather does a stingy tingle. So.. you get that sting that leaves those amazing sensations on the skin's surface AND you get the THUD of the wood and all the erogenous stimulation from that.
BLISS.
Sir tends to have a rather... uh... rhythmic style of paddling. He was not swinging hard, mind you... but due to the tempo I was wriggling and gasping, squeaking and whimpering. That was challenging, but could have continued for a good long while. When (at my request, because I am a glutton for real) Sir moved to harder thwacks with longer pauses, the skin danced with sensation. The thud from that paddle is so amazing. The stingray.. well it is sexy as heck. I am sure that it was only ten minutes of heavier strikes before I was begging.... done.
Sir posted under that pic that I am 'sensitive to touch' which does not cover it. the next morning (and that is AFTER amazing aftercare) I went to roll over and my whole body tensed in shock as the mere flexing of leg muscles created an intense sensation of skin being too tight and... well... it felt as if my skin had pebbles of welts upon it, over every inch of my ass and thighs.
Although as I went through my day the tightness wore off rather quickly (walking is amazingly good for that) the pebbly welted sensation remained. At 1030 last night when I sat on my stairs (which are textured stoned coated) I squealed. This morning, wrapped in a towel, the feeling of the towel across my skin is very... unusual.
I love my new paddle. I highly recommend this paddle-seriously-it was worth every penny.
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Incredible Journey: Sunday at Luper
Even though my Sir, Firm-Hand-Buddha had played fairly hard upon my ass and etc Friday night, by Sunday I had not a mark, which has been something Firm-Hand-Buddha has heard a great deal of whining about. I have a friend who is fairly new to the lifestyle and has that lovely skin that marks beautifully, and I am jealous!! My marks these days fade within an hour. This silly yearning for marks has led me to do all sorts of silly things, from using exfoliating cleansers on my ass to derma-abrasion... but to no avail. The skin of my ass just heals like magic these days.
The dungeon was much busier this time (in comparison to Friday). Our favorite benches were in use, and Sir decided to forgo playing with his new wand. (Yes I was disappointed dammit!! But as a spank-a-holic I prevailed and did not drag my feet at all.. .much. Sir picked out a kneeling style bench, and kindly did not use any of the eye-bolts to restrain me.
He loosened my corset, quite a bit, which is usually a sign that this is going to be long and hard-otherwise usually it is just enough for me to bend. I love my corset, just in case anyone was wondering. I could see his boots, and reached as if to untie his laces, which of course got me that playful, "Don't think about it!" (Why do those words make me so wet??)
Sir's warm up was short and sweet, leaving my backside very warm and eliciting all sorts of blush causing sounds from me. I could clearly hear the conversation of the leather folk in front of me, which, for whatever reason, added to my head space. It was Swat! Smack! "Hmmm, How about the weather here? It's so windy" Smack! Moan, Blush, writhe. "Did anyone see.." I felt as if I was of no note, not important at all. Even when the comments may have been about me or Sir (or not) it was so indirect that I felt completely objectified. Not usually my thing, really, but this time, in this moment, it was perfect.
Again I was facing the crowd (was i the only one that noted that most equipment seemed to be this way this year? Am I the only one that likes to hide their face?). With all the over-stimulation of the weekend, between classes, the market, the hundreds of kink folk everywhere...well I was not finding it difficult to sink into that lovely cocoon of safe and yummy that some call subspace.
Sir, perhaps in response to how easily I was managing his initial erm high spirited swats, stepped up his game. I swear, the moment I was able to find my rhythm, there he was smacking harder, faster or in more tender spots. My hands were not fastened and I writhed, often grabbing his leg in a desperate measure to be able to not make a spectacle of myself. I would sink into that yummy space and Sir would grin evilly (or so I imagined) and pull me up just a bit.. I would finally sink again and he would up the ante and yard me out again. I have no idea how I managed to not lift off that bench.
And so we danced.
He led the dance with his implements, working my skin and nerves to exhaustion. His hand swinging to a beat only he can hear as he led me through bucking, moaning, begging, and yes giggling. The music added an element to the dance in a very ... strong way.
He beat me and my body begged for more. He drew from me sounds, motions and emotions-I could feel myself being molded-filling with a need to just be all he demanded. In that instant I submitted in a way I had never really felt before. This was no longer about my love of spankings (etc), but this was about us. About him. About giving over myself. It was a beautiful moment.
My body followed his without my willing it. I bucked for him, I squirmed for him, I raised my hips to help him. i quivered, I sobbed, I moaned. I didn't give a flying shit if I looked ridiculous, sounded pathetic... all I cared about was the dance, his lead, the moment.
I have no idea what this was in reality, but from where I was it felt frantic, as if the speed and force were so erratic and out of control, as my hands scrambled for a way to anchor me, my hips lifted and churned... I was certainly frantic. Nothing hurt but I felt as if I had become the dance-I was the the tempo.
Then things slowed. Time fragmented as I felt ebony against my skin. i could hear my breathing, my whimpers, and every inch of my skin tingled and pulsed as he pressed that dreaded and loved paddle against my skin. My hips lifted, my body melted, relaxed.
The impact streamed red, and I begged, writhed, found my center and again lifted, and melted. And again. And again. And I had not vision of this ever ending, no concept for anything but this incredible dance. My world had become narrowed down to this sensation, the feel of my bruised flesh yeilding...
I could hear Sir talking to me, his voice wrapping around me and i became aware that I was sobbing.. Tears streamed my face. My first coherent thought was "Oh my gawd.. Am I drooling?"
As I came back into my head, Sir's hand stroking my back and face, I finally clued in to what he was saying. I don't remember the phrasing, but he had drawn blood.
With my inner voice screaming hysterically (I hate blood, no blood nooooooooooo) I calmly asked how bad it was. (points for me!). He had just smacked a welt, and it was merely a droplet. I had no idea what the dungeon protocol for this was, so we agreed he should find the DM and find out. And get a band-aid.
So there i was, DM and Sir peering at my ass while I died a thousand deaths of embarrassment, and I look up and straight into a set of friendly eyes, watching with interest. i know we spoke, but high as I still was, and as red faced as I surely was, I remember not a word, other than he was amused and I laughed as well. All while my Sir and a man I barely met are poking at my ass.
Sir wrapped me up, helped me up and half carried me to a chair. By the time he returned with a band-aid i was hyper as hell, bouncing and giddy.
Thank you Sir, for taking me to new places. For understanding how to give me what I need and never making me feel like a freak. For creating this safe, and yes damn you sacred place where I am free to be me.
Thank you to those in the crowd that unwittingly added to my scene, bwahaha. And of course, thanks to the DM.
PS. It is 8 days later and I have some lovely marks still. While I get that I can't be playing like that all the time, (sigh) this made my day!!
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Spanking Event for COPE Sept 29
Let me present:
Angel's Spanking Academy
Angel's Spanking Academy is offering a chance to challenge their infamous spanking exam to receive full certification and grade on your spanking style!
This event is open to any persons that wish to participate and have their spanking ability "rated" in the categories of "positioning" "dialogue" "technique" and "impact" (This is over the knee hand spankings, to be clear).
Exams would take place in the COPE dungeon, September 29th. Straight back chair will be provided. Bring your own lap and hand. Bonus points for creativity, dress and demeanor.
A spanking rubric will be emailed to any that wish to participate (so that you can practice, mwahaha) and Certificates of "Novice Spanker" "Intermediate Spanker" "Advanced Spanker" and "Master Spanker" will be awarded in accordance to one's score.
This is meant to be fun! Bring your creative streak!
Anyone wanting to participate, please message me with a time slot (count on this event taking 1/2 hour, 15 minutes of that being lap-time, with time to get your certificate and marks ready) I will need to know in advance how many want to play, so that I can gauge how many other backsides besides my own will be needed. (I am a glutton, to be sure, but I only have so much skin!)
Anyone wanting to be a bottom for this event, also please message me with time frames.
Anyone who feels they are qualified to be part of the Academy's grading team please let me know!
Happy Spanking!
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Part 2 Shadowlane Spanking Party
We arrived at the ballroom and recieved our name badges. Happily we ran into a gentleman we had been talking to on Fetlife, which helped us to not feel so stranded. The room was packed!
We wandered the vendors, spending way more than I had planned. There were so many exciting items! What we did end up with was a very evil ebony paddle, a deceptive leather paddle that is yummy on one side and evil on the other, a twilting style cane, both of Cassandra Parks books (It's supposed to hurt), an OTK T shirt, a video and a book from Shadow lane. All books were signed!!
I have to say, after watching every shadow lane video I can get my hands on and reading every paperbook by Eve Howard that I have discovered, I nearly died to be standing across the table from Eve herself. What a lovely Lady! I was all blushing with feelings of awe, turned around and nearly died on the spot!!
Some of my very favorite spankers and brats were just standing there!! I halted, floored, then got a grip on myself and headed to The Brit's table, flustered all to heck.
There I spoke with the ladies and got myself enrolled into the academy, an event planned for the next day. I was overtired, giggly, thrilled and terrified by the entire bit... And poor Sir!! There he was, still in his traveling clothes, as his darn bag still had not shown up...
Sir and I did hang out and enjoy the dinner, taking note of suite parties and whatnot, until we finally snuck out for a breather. We are both quite shy and felt way out of our element.
Once in our room we discovered that his bag had been found!! If we had just waited a few minutes before leaving for the dinner, Sir could have dressed up some...
Sir decided this was my fault (not fair!! I oh so did NOT set the time for dinner!! Can I help it that I like to arrive in a timely fashion???) and we had a long playtime in which he used all of our new toys and most of the toys we arrived with... It isn't often that I kick my feet, but I sure did for that darn leather paddle!! I love the other side though... It is my new favorite!
After a shower and a cuddle we dressed for spanking Olympics (LATE!!!) and headed to the appropriate suite. The Olympics were fabulous! I judged one event and we watched a few before Sir dragged me out of there. I believe he could see that I was working up courage to enter us into an event, mwahahahaha.
We changed into our army outfits and headed to the sixties/nam party. Many people there spoke to us with warmth, which was lovely. To all of you who introduced yourselves, thank you! I wish I had been brave enough to make play dates with you! We watched events, with me getting giddier by the minute... I am ever the voyeur, really!!
We returned to our room, exhausted. Three hours sleep and over stimulated, I found myself bratting my way into yet another spanking, followed by unmentionable fun, shower and falling asleep wrapped safely in Sir's arms.
DAY TWO
We scooped some time at the pool, grabbed breakfast and then Sir kindly dressed me for the academy. He laced me into my corset, snapped my stockings in and helped me into my long tight skirt and blouse. Sir felt the need to round off this helping with a lovely blissful sighing spanking, pictures and kisses, then walked me to the academy...
OH MY GOOD GRIEF!!! What a wicked fun day. Mrs. Darling and her co-star (oops I mean co-spanker) were amazing role players. Some of the girls were incredible at playing naughty schoolgirls, I was quite jealous.
I did end up over Mrs. Darlings knee once, and sent to the superintendent once, but for the most part I was too busy giggling at the girls to brat it up (and shy... so shy).
Other ladies have told this tale better than I can, check them out in the list of blogs at shadow lane.
Sir came and got me about three o'clock, so I missed the end of class. We went and did some shopping, then I had more spankings, (at which he was shocked that I had no marks at all, and proceeded to try and fix this) I love the way Sir spanks... But I certainly had some whimpers this time.. i may not mark much, but some areas were getting quite sensitive!!
We headed to the dinner, but left shortly after as Sir needed ZZZ time.
I waited till he was asleep and pouting I dressed up and snuck out to the suite parties.
Bad.. I know... BUT
Although I wandered the parties, talked to many and had one lovely lady give me the tiniest of spankings, I did stay out of trouble. I did not drink, i did not play with anyone (not that anyone asked me :), which made it easy to not get into trouble, no?) I returned to the suite, pj'ed up and crawled into bed... sad that there was only one night left.
The next day we went to spanking court, where someone tattled about my solo adventure. After court was yet another of Sir's rather hard spankings... Which I pretended to be whiny about, not that I fool him any. We headed to the strip, shopped and went to a show.
FINAL THOUGHTS
If I was more gregarious I would have had a wicked good time. So many people spoke to me that I would have loved to play with, but I had not idea how to convey that, or if it was acceptable to even approach people.. All that talk on fet about creepers asking to play had me hesitant as hell.. We still had a great time!!! But most of my fun came from Sir. Which seems silly if you go all the way to Vegas, lol. But.. We met some amazing people!
Next time We will do things differently. More networking, more mingling, less drinking, no gambling and twitter from day one.
Hugs and laughter
Monday, 10 September 2012
Part 1 Shadowlane Spanking Party in Vegas, 2012
was still awake at 1 am, the early
morning of the first of September, trembling with excitement over the
upcoming trip to Las Vegas... It reminded me of Christmas Eve when I was
a very young girl... As I lay there trembling, trying so desperately to
sleep but way beyond too excited...
My Dom, Mr.Nab, had already dished out a PreVegasSettleTheFuckDownMiss sort of spanking, which did nothing to lower my giddy glee and anticipation of the fun to come. I have no idea how long I lay there beside him, hoping and hoping to get to sleep, but when that damn alarm went off at 430 am I was certainly feeling it.
We hustled through our morning must do's, dressing and loading the truck wtih my two bags (plus carry on, plus purse.. What can I say) and his one medium bag.. I left a thank you note for RK&f, twisted my hair into a clip and we stumbled out the door.
I had chosen to dress in a long skirt and tak top, with a lacey sweater... which I knew would be fine once we hit vancouver ,but in Edmonton is was freaking cold. I shivered miserably in truck as we made the 45 minute drive to the airport.
Mr. Nab expertly navigated the nearly deserted city, and we arrived at the airport with plenty of time. Still shivering like a nudist in a snowstorm I straggled alongside my Sir. As we entered the airport, I dug out our passports and our flight confirmation number and we attempted to check in at the computer checking station... The lovely machine promptly spat out my boarding pass, but the screen displayed this ominous message, "Mr. Nab's boarding pass cannot be processed here. Please check in at the counter".
We entered the long line, which to be fair we had to do to check out bags anyways. While we waited I asked, sweetly, if there was anything I should know. Mr. Nab gave me his 'not amused' look, which of course had me much cheered. At the counter the attendant professionally checked our bags and provided us with a boarding pass for Mr. Nab. I asked if there was an issue, and she calmly shared that while there was no issue, Mr. Nab was the proud winner of an enhanced pat down-ie: he had been randomly selected to go through enhanced measures at the international airport in Vancouver.
I tossed Sir a gleeful grin, opened my mouth and he said, "don't." Anyone that knows me also knows that telling me 'no' or 'don't' is not much of a deterrant... Needless to say I was giggling like a maniac..
We headed to the security checkpoint, me teasing Sir the entire way... "Not even there yet and you are getting some action!" I chortled. Mr. Nab, to his credit, is incredibly laid back and took my ribbing and the situation with a calm that I envy to no end. I am not sure if I am just that bratty, If my humor is that skewed or if I was just beyond tired and giddy, but the calmer Sir was, the harder I giggled.
It certainly did not help matters that when the TSA fellow scanned Sir's boarding pass he ALSO gave Sir a huge shit eating grin, and said, "Uh, you know you were randomly selected..?" Keep in mind that Sir is a Six foot tall very pale bald guy-he stands out. And the agent was this 5'9" (ish) wiry built, dark hair, dark skinned gentleman. So it was quite ironic, which tickled me to no end.
So there we were, Sir, my giggling self and the grinning TSA fellow. Although Sir gave the gent a wry smile and nod, he was less amicable in regards to my mirth. He marked me to the first set of tables at the screening area, bent my protesting and giggling self over the table and delivered a resounding volley of.....
Ok... that didn't happen... I mean, no spanking-the giggling did happen..
Regardless we managed to board our plane and arrived in Vancouver without any further fuss. We immediately headed to customs, where the border agent was humorous and entertaining as he stamped our passports. then we entered the security area for international travel, which had me giggling again. The actual pat down took perhaps ten seconds, it was nothing really, but it oh so amused the hell out of me.
The rest of our flight was peaceful, I am sure I slept a little. Watching that last stretch of scenery I was again terribly excited!! Almost there!!
Unfortunately, our misadventures had only begun. We landed without a problem, but while all my luggage arrived without an issue, Sir's bag did not. There was however, a bag on the carasoul that was the same bag, except a different colour. We reported to the Agent, and they admitted they did not knmow if the bag had been flagged. We left our information, and headed to the hotel.
We had been on the 'road' for 13 hours at this point., and Sir was not impressed with the idea of having to show up at the Shadowlane dinner in the clothing he had travelled in. So we checked into the hotel and walked to a 'nearby' set of shops.
I was wearing sandals, and by the time we arrived at the shops my foot had a HUGE blister... so I did what any girl would do! I browsed shoes. Sir was not able to find anything that impressed him clothing wise and we returned to the hotel.
Where I unpacked a little, changed (and got well and truly spanked) and we headed to the dinner.
Here is me in my corset, in Vegas
My Dom, Mr.Nab, had already dished out a PreVegasSettleTheFuckDownMiss sort of spanking, which did nothing to lower my giddy glee and anticipation of the fun to come. I have no idea how long I lay there beside him, hoping and hoping to get to sleep, but when that damn alarm went off at 430 am I was certainly feeling it.
We hustled through our morning must do's, dressing and loading the truck wtih my two bags (plus carry on, plus purse.. What can I say) and his one medium bag.. I left a thank you note for RK&f, twisted my hair into a clip and we stumbled out the door.
I had chosen to dress in a long skirt and tak top, with a lacey sweater... which I knew would be fine once we hit vancouver ,but in Edmonton is was freaking cold. I shivered miserably in truck as we made the 45 minute drive to the airport.
Mr. Nab expertly navigated the nearly deserted city, and we arrived at the airport with plenty of time. Still shivering like a nudist in a snowstorm I straggled alongside my Sir. As we entered the airport, I dug out our passports and our flight confirmation number and we attempted to check in at the computer checking station... The lovely machine promptly spat out my boarding pass, but the screen displayed this ominous message, "Mr. Nab's boarding pass cannot be processed here. Please check in at the counter".
We entered the long line, which to be fair we had to do to check out bags anyways. While we waited I asked, sweetly, if there was anything I should know. Mr. Nab gave me his 'not amused' look, which of course had me much cheered. At the counter the attendant professionally checked our bags and provided us with a boarding pass for Mr. Nab. I asked if there was an issue, and she calmly shared that while there was no issue, Mr. Nab was the proud winner of an enhanced pat down-ie: he had been randomly selected to go through enhanced measures at the international airport in Vancouver.
I tossed Sir a gleeful grin, opened my mouth and he said, "don't." Anyone that knows me also knows that telling me 'no' or 'don't' is not much of a deterrant... Needless to say I was giggling like a maniac..
We headed to the security checkpoint, me teasing Sir the entire way... "Not even there yet and you are getting some action!" I chortled. Mr. Nab, to his credit, is incredibly laid back and took my ribbing and the situation with a calm that I envy to no end. I am not sure if I am just that bratty, If my humor is that skewed or if I was just beyond tired and giddy, but the calmer Sir was, the harder I giggled.
It certainly did not help matters that when the TSA fellow scanned Sir's boarding pass he ALSO gave Sir a huge shit eating grin, and said, "Uh, you know you were randomly selected..?" Keep in mind that Sir is a Six foot tall very pale bald guy-he stands out. And the agent was this 5'9" (ish) wiry built, dark hair, dark skinned gentleman. So it was quite ironic, which tickled me to no end.
So there we were, Sir, my giggling self and the grinning TSA fellow. Although Sir gave the gent a wry smile and nod, he was less amicable in regards to my mirth. He marked me to the first set of tables at the screening area, bent my protesting and giggling self over the table and delivered a resounding volley of.....
Ok... that didn't happen... I mean, no spanking-the giggling did happen..
Regardless we managed to board our plane and arrived in Vancouver without any further fuss. We immediately headed to customs, where the border agent was humorous and entertaining as he stamped our passports. then we entered the security area for international travel, which had me giggling again. The actual pat down took perhaps ten seconds, it was nothing really, but it oh so amused the hell out of me.
The rest of our flight was peaceful, I am sure I slept a little. Watching that last stretch of scenery I was again terribly excited!! Almost there!!
Unfortunately, our misadventures had only begun. We landed without a problem, but while all my luggage arrived without an issue, Sir's bag did not. There was however, a bag on the carasoul that was the same bag, except a different colour. We reported to the Agent, and they admitted they did not knmow if the bag had been flagged. We left our information, and headed to the hotel.
We had been on the 'road' for 13 hours at this point., and Sir was not impressed with the idea of having to show up at the Shadowlane dinner in the clothing he had travelled in. So we checked into the hotel and walked to a 'nearby' set of shops.
I was wearing sandals, and by the time we arrived at the shops my foot had a HUGE blister... so I did what any girl would do! I browsed shoes. Sir was not able to find anything that impressed him clothing wise and we returned to the hotel.
Where I unpacked a little, changed (and got well and truly spanked) and we headed to the dinner.
Here is me in my corset, in Vegas
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
so burnt out..
Exams.. What was I thinking?
Six courses, two more in intersession and another three over summer... I want that PHD I DO!!! but I am sooo tired.
So very very tired.Tired of reading big words. Tired of typing big words, tired of citations, text books, power points, hard chairs, crappy coffee, no sleep, tutoring, note taking, tired of all of it.
And still short three hundred to pay for my next two courses... with no clue what am gonna do about that.
I need a temporary sweetie. I need someone to cuddle me and watch tv, to rub my neck, encourage me to keep trucking, and hold the pieces of the house together while I am working.
I need someone here throughout the week to kick my ass into gear when I am on not focussing, to dance me around the kitchen laughing, to wake me up with good morning spankings...
Sadly though, I am not ready for a 'realtionship'.. I don't have the time, money, or energy to give to a partner right now. I don't have the fortitude to deal with the dance of lies, the deception... (be honest people, the person you meet is not the person that moves in.. There is a morphing phenomena that happens when that first box of personal items crosses the doorway... BAM! no more sweetie, welcome couch sloth..) and perhaps I am still a bit cynical..
Sigh... Come here mr. frog..
Six courses, two more in intersession and another three over summer... I want that PHD I DO!!! but I am sooo tired.
So very very tired.Tired of reading big words. Tired of typing big words, tired of citations, text books, power points, hard chairs, crappy coffee, no sleep, tutoring, note taking, tired of all of it.
And still short three hundred to pay for my next two courses... with no clue what am gonna do about that.
I need a temporary sweetie. I need someone to cuddle me and watch tv, to rub my neck, encourage me to keep trucking, and hold the pieces of the house together while I am working.
I need someone here throughout the week to kick my ass into gear when I am on not focussing, to dance me around the kitchen laughing, to wake me up with good morning spankings...
Sadly though, I am not ready for a 'realtionship'.. I don't have the time, money, or energy to give to a partner right now. I don't have the fortitude to deal with the dance of lies, the deception... (be honest people, the person you meet is not the person that moves in.. There is a morphing phenomena that happens when that first box of personal items crosses the doorway... BAM! no more sweetie, welcome couch sloth..) and perhaps I am still a bit cynical..
Sigh... Come here mr. frog..
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
When Good Girls are Bad
What happens when a good girl is bad?
I have my days. Sometimes the weight of my responsibilities and my coping strategies do NOT align and I fall a little. There are days I am not sure if I can keep going. I am human. I mess up.
Sometimes, even while still being a GOOD GIRL, things go wrong. I make a mistake, I loose my cool, I hurt someone, I let someone down.
As I am a compassionate person, I feel horrible when that happens. Which is why I like to argue that I am NEVER a bad girl.
When good girls are bad, it hurts our feelings. We carry our wrong-doing close to our heart. We hold on to it, examining, trying to make sense of it. We need to understand it, so that we can learn from it.
There is no punishment that someone could give me that would make me feel worse than I instinctively do when I have fallen, failed or caused someone else to hurt.
When good girls are bad, they punish themselves, emotionally and mentally.
Why? Because they are gooood girls.
There are times when I am not being a good girl, but I THINK I am. It may not be a good idea to try to punish me for that either, as if I oh so do not think I have done anything wrong, I will not 'accept' your damned punishment.
However, if you are on my list of trusted persons, or even share your point of view in an adult manner, I will likely hear you. I may not process it in that moment. I may not agree right away. But I try to be on it. I do!
~.o
I have my days. Sometimes the weight of my responsibilities and my coping strategies do NOT align and I fall a little. There are days I am not sure if I can keep going. I am human. I mess up.
Sometimes, even while still being a GOOD GIRL, things go wrong. I make a mistake, I loose my cool, I hurt someone, I let someone down.
As I am a compassionate person, I feel horrible when that happens. Which is why I like to argue that I am NEVER a bad girl.
When good girls are bad, it hurts our feelings. We carry our wrong-doing close to our heart. We hold on to it, examining, trying to make sense of it. We need to understand it, so that we can learn from it.
There is no punishment that someone could give me that would make me feel worse than I instinctively do when I have fallen, failed or caused someone else to hurt.
When good girls are bad, they punish themselves, emotionally and mentally.
Why? Because they are gooood girls.
There are times when I am not being a good girl, but I THINK I am. It may not be a good idea to try to punish me for that either, as if I oh so do not think I have done anything wrong, I will not 'accept' your damned punishment.
However, if you are on my list of trusted persons, or even share your point of view in an adult manner, I will likely hear you. I may not process it in that moment. I may not agree right away. But I try to be on it. I do!
~.o
Monday, 9 April 2012
Princess Spanking Weekend omfg...
This is going to be a long post, lol...
So I returned yesterday from my journey and adventure to the grand city of E. And it truly was an adventure...in so many ways.:)
I have never taken a road trip before, in which I am the driver. This of course, did not really occur to me until I was nearly to the city of GP and realized that I had done it!! ALL by MYSELF!! I imagine that not many people will get just what a victory that is, but it really was. Hurrah for big girl panties.
The drive was lovely. The sun was shining for the most part, I saw a mommy moose and her overly large offspring near DC, another large moose by GP and a couple of lovley scenic views. My MP3 player was blasting, I was singing and had the cruise set for under the speed limit. I saw many officers pulling people over and was grateful that I am a cowardly driver. I had no troubles following the directions and navigated my way quite nicely.
I was burning gas though, which of course annoys me greatly, but still... small potatoes, right? I made the stops I had arranged, and headed to my weekend of fun.
I nearly made my destination when my lovely vehichle chose to no longer have a working transmission. Thank fully I had stopped for the restroom and was not driving when the transmission chose to no longer be intact. I am not sure if anyone knew this, but a vehicle does not drive well without one.
Just saying.
It made awful metal on metal grinding noises, lurched but did not move. I sat and weighed my options, wondering what to do, exactly. Fairly certain that popping the hood in my thigh high stockings and short skirt was not the best idea, and being that it was late thursday of the easter long weekend, I sighed sadly in defeat... I had to call the gentleman I was meeting to come and get me.
What a way to meet a lady, no? "Hello! I am a complete and utter nitwit who can't even get to your house... how hot am I now?" (sigh). I sat at that station long enough to earn some highly curious looks from the folk that were there, as I tried to will my car to fix itself. I am not sure if this is an 'angelism' but I am quite terrible at being helpless. I did suck it up and text my new playmate for help.
Thankfully the gentleman in question (I am going to call him Sir OCD until he gives me a play name to use, because us princesses are bratty like that! :)... ) anyways, Sir OCD was very gentlemanly and thus did not laugh (too much) nor hold my woes against me, but navigated the broken car into a stall, gathered me and my many bags and chafeured me to his lovely home with an amazing smile, gentle hand up into the truck and warm hug.
If anyone knows this man, let him know that this alone is worth many points... truly appreciate it.
I will not kiss and tell tooooo much (because that is of course quite rude) However....Some things are just too magical to not share.
What an amazing weekend!! After being worried about going (so out of my comfort zone, really) and being reassured that this could be done safely, I found myself loving every princess moment of the weekend. (aside from teh transmission)
Sir OCD graciously had me in his home for a few days, chilavrously made all the arrangements for my vehicle, was able to keep my mind off of it for the majority of our time together, which speaks for itself really. Consider too, how focused I can get on things... So Kudos Sir OCD well played.
He drove me back and forth to RK's with nary a complaint. Not by word,
gesture or even expression. Not once made me feel as if I was
intruding.
With an engaging smile, dinners were cooked for me (as I write this I am eating chili from a can and wondering if he rents out as a chef... good grief, I have NEVER eaten so well and yet so healthily at the same time.... I want to learn to cook like that...) I was complimented, cuddled, petted, kissed and coddled till I was completely princessed out. Not once was I asked to clean anything or even in a position to open a door for myself. I was allowed to bask in the attention, purr for the petting and kissing, with not one negative comment. NOT ONE!!! I struggled a bit (Stop laughing my red headed gal pal... I mean it) with it-not used to being coddled lol.
I thought I had experienced being a princess, but I now know I had no idea. Simply none. Don't get me wrong!! I have all kinds of good memories to go with the not so good ones of past relationships... but my weekend at Sir OCDs certainly redefined what being spoiled and adored feels like. This spoiling healed some hurts I hadn't realized I was still carrying.
I have never eaten so well, been treated so sweetly, kissed so gently and spanked so firmly.... I was giggling, blushing, astonished and bowled over...All that and a lavishment of attention, amazing conversation, a down duvet (omg I oh so want that... ) waking up to sunshine on my face... It was like going to a spa where a hottie is giving out amazing spankings... Realy ladies, I oh so reccomend you try it...
Even the spanking, which you all know is my favorite passtime, was completely out of my realm of experience. Every excuse to take me over his knee was delivered with the most amazingly open grin, an oh so heart achingly gentle hand guiding me over his knee, the gentle firmness of that hand at my hip, offering the threat of restraint if needed... each swat with purpose, but not even the tiniest bit of force used that was more than needed... the strength contrasted with such tender care to be lifted so carefully, cuddled in and petted.. I nearly fainted...Of course, those deceptively calm swats intensified as time went by, both as we became more comfortable and as my poor backside became more sensitive... His hands just seeming to know how to and where to swat to maximize the time or reaction-depending on what he was looking for... oh my.
Yet after three days of spankings, many of which had me kicking my feet and struggling to get a hand free, (anyone that thinks this isn't surprising can ask RK... really.. I am not a struggler)... barely a mark.... Wow, hey? I have a new hated spanking implement, which is a plastic bath brush... Sir OCD, that really needs to go... truly... what a mean thing...I liked it on a fresh backside.. but not after the fourth or fifth spanking...*pout* If you decide you want to get together again, I am oh so bringing you a gift.. Perhaps a Furry Paddle? *laugh*
And to be stepping out of the shower and have Sir OCD appear and lovingly place my still wet self over his knee, with his foot resting on the side of the tub for a good morning, wet bottom spanking was beyond amazing... One of those always fantasized about silly things that just was perfect in real life... wow. Seriously!!! Wet bottom not quite out of the tub spaknings!!! I kid you not!!!! For no reason!!
To be kissed so sweetly as I am told what a brat I am, kissed so sweetly after a spanking, kissed so sweetly and thanked for any smallest effort.. oh my. And don't mistake me, sweet does not mean the opposite of yummy... just that I have no words for that kissing style.. none...Sweet is the closest I can come up with... utterly tender? Kisses that left me breathless, knees weak and eyes in teh back of my head. And I am not a kissy girl!!! Or I guess I wasn't? I mean, I like to kiss, but holy shit... LMFAO.. wow.
Hands stroking my tush, my legs, my back, my hair, my belly, my arms... sweet goddess... The contrast of tender and firm nearly undid me a few times...ok.. I admit it.. nearly is just a way to pretend I am not blushing beet red at the mere memory.. Just... oh ... so ... yummy...
Aside from a short break in which I visited some lovely friends, From my arrival thrusday till I left sunday morning Sir OCD lavished attention on me, spoiled me and spanked me until I was a puddle of dreamy eyed princess wonder. How amazing is that?
"But at the end of the day" (grin, do I get trouble now?) I was glowing with the attention, Postiviely giddy, glowing and relaxed. I was sleeping like a log (and we will pretend that I do NOT snore thank you) and waking up with a bright smile. More important, though (and this is oh so funny) is that I learned that I DO have it in me to adore being treated as if I am adored. That there are men who cherish, give of themselves freely.
I have hope.. hope that there is a future for me that includes romance, love, flowers, spoiling, spankings, amazing fun and good conversation. I really hadn't thought such things could go hand in hand... I mean... romance and spoiling AND rules and spanking?? really????
Sweetness and firmness?
Openness but with limits?
I am spoiled quite beyond recognition, truly and my eyes have been opened up to just how.... bitter I was letting myself get. Which is ok, I earned that bitterness I think...but I can let that go now... and work on moving forward instead of having all these regrets and hurts, cynicisms and being so self reliant that I don't allow anyone in... and therefore cut myself off from living a full life...
Now I just need to work on meeting some of my own goals... of getting RK&f paid back for the rescue and making sure that I am striving towards being a very whole and healthy person who is able to bring more than a willing bottom and naive grin. And I oh so will...Knowing that the tenderhearted part of me is NOT broken is priceless..
Not what was negotiated for, so that part is an incredible gift that was so unexpected.
So thanks Sir... for letting me experience such amazingly delicious tenderness, such incredible spankings all from your very wonderful self... I fell in love a wee bit, like I said, and for that I thank you too! You made this princess believe in romance, and that is one hell of a gift.
xxx
So I returned yesterday from my journey and adventure to the grand city of E. And it truly was an adventure...in so many ways.:)
I have never taken a road trip before, in which I am the driver. This of course, did not really occur to me until I was nearly to the city of GP and realized that I had done it!! ALL by MYSELF!! I imagine that not many people will get just what a victory that is, but it really was. Hurrah for big girl panties.
The drive was lovely. The sun was shining for the most part, I saw a mommy moose and her overly large offspring near DC, another large moose by GP and a couple of lovley scenic views. My MP3 player was blasting, I was singing and had the cruise set for under the speed limit. I saw many officers pulling people over and was grateful that I am a cowardly driver. I had no troubles following the directions and navigated my way quite nicely.
I was burning gas though, which of course annoys me greatly, but still... small potatoes, right? I made the stops I had arranged, and headed to my weekend of fun.
I nearly made my destination when my lovely vehichle chose to no longer have a working transmission. Thank fully I had stopped for the restroom and was not driving when the transmission chose to no longer be intact. I am not sure if anyone knew this, but a vehicle does not drive well without one.
Just saying.
It made awful metal on metal grinding noises, lurched but did not move. I sat and weighed my options, wondering what to do, exactly. Fairly certain that popping the hood in my thigh high stockings and short skirt was not the best idea, and being that it was late thursday of the easter long weekend, I sighed sadly in defeat... I had to call the gentleman I was meeting to come and get me.
What a way to meet a lady, no? "Hello! I am a complete and utter nitwit who can't even get to your house... how hot am I now?" (sigh). I sat at that station long enough to earn some highly curious looks from the folk that were there, as I tried to will my car to fix itself. I am not sure if this is an 'angelism' but I am quite terrible at being helpless. I did suck it up and text my new playmate for help.
Thankfully the gentleman in question (I am going to call him Sir OCD until he gives me a play name to use, because us princesses are bratty like that! :)... ) anyways, Sir OCD was very gentlemanly and thus did not laugh (too much) nor hold my woes against me, but navigated the broken car into a stall, gathered me and my many bags and chafeured me to his lovely home with an amazing smile, gentle hand up into the truck and warm hug.
If anyone knows this man, let him know that this alone is worth many points... truly appreciate it.
I will not kiss and tell tooooo much (because that is of course quite rude) However....Some things are just too magical to not share.
What an amazing weekend!! After being worried about going (so out of my comfort zone, really) and being reassured that this could be done safely, I found myself loving every princess moment of the weekend. (aside from teh transmission)
Sir OCD graciously had me in his home for a few days, chilavrously made all the arrangements for my vehicle, was able to keep my mind off of it for the majority of our time together, which speaks for itself really. Consider too, how focused I can get on things... So Kudos Sir OCD well played.
He drove me back and forth to RK's with nary a complaint. Not by word,
gesture or even expression. Not once made me feel as if I was
intruding. With an engaging smile, dinners were cooked for me (as I write this I am eating chili from a can and wondering if he rents out as a chef... good grief, I have NEVER eaten so well and yet so healthily at the same time.... I want to learn to cook like that...) I was complimented, cuddled, petted, kissed and coddled till I was completely princessed out. Not once was I asked to clean anything or even in a position to open a door for myself. I was allowed to bask in the attention, purr for the petting and kissing, with not one negative comment. NOT ONE!!! I struggled a bit (Stop laughing my red headed gal pal... I mean it) with it-not used to being coddled lol.
I thought I had experienced being a princess, but I now know I had no idea. Simply none. Don't get me wrong!! I have all kinds of good memories to go with the not so good ones of past relationships... but my weekend at Sir OCDs certainly redefined what being spoiled and adored feels like. This spoiling healed some hurts I hadn't realized I was still carrying.
I have never eaten so well, been treated so sweetly, kissed so gently and spanked so firmly.... I was giggling, blushing, astonished and bowled over...All that and a lavishment of attention, amazing conversation, a down duvet (omg I oh so want that... ) waking up to sunshine on my face... It was like going to a spa where a hottie is giving out amazing spankings... Realy ladies, I oh so reccomend you try it...
Even the spanking, which you all know is my favorite passtime, was completely out of my realm of experience. Every excuse to take me over his knee was delivered with the most amazingly open grin, an oh so heart achingly gentle hand guiding me over his knee, the gentle firmness of that hand at my hip, offering the threat of restraint if needed... each swat with purpose, but not even the tiniest bit of force used that was more than needed... the strength contrasted with such tender care to be lifted so carefully, cuddled in and petted.. I nearly fainted...Of course, those deceptively calm swats intensified as time went by, both as we became more comfortable and as my poor backside became more sensitive... His hands just seeming to know how to and where to swat to maximize the time or reaction-depending on what he was looking for... oh my.
Yet after three days of spankings, many of which had me kicking my feet and struggling to get a hand free, (anyone that thinks this isn't surprising can ask RK... really.. I am not a struggler)... barely a mark.... Wow, hey? I have a new hated spanking implement, which is a plastic bath brush... Sir OCD, that really needs to go... truly... what a mean thing...I liked it on a fresh backside.. but not after the fourth or fifth spanking...*pout* If you decide you want to get together again, I am oh so bringing you a gift.. Perhaps a Furry Paddle? *laugh*
And to be stepping out of the shower and have Sir OCD appear and lovingly place my still wet self over his knee, with his foot resting on the side of the tub for a good morning, wet bottom spanking was beyond amazing... One of those always fantasized about silly things that just was perfect in real life... wow. Seriously!!! Wet bottom not quite out of the tub spaknings!!! I kid you not!!!! For no reason!!
To be kissed so sweetly as I am told what a brat I am, kissed so sweetly after a spanking, kissed so sweetly and thanked for any smallest effort.. oh my. And don't mistake me, sweet does not mean the opposite of yummy... just that I have no words for that kissing style.. none...Sweet is the closest I can come up with... utterly tender? Kisses that left me breathless, knees weak and eyes in teh back of my head. And I am not a kissy girl!!! Or I guess I wasn't? I mean, I like to kiss, but holy shit... LMFAO.. wow.
Hands stroking my tush, my legs, my back, my hair, my belly, my arms... sweet goddess... The contrast of tender and firm nearly undid me a few times...ok.. I admit it.. nearly is just a way to pretend I am not blushing beet red at the mere memory.. Just... oh ... so ... yummy...
Aside from a short break in which I visited some lovely friends, From my arrival thrusday till I left sunday morning Sir OCD lavished attention on me, spoiled me and spanked me until I was a puddle of dreamy eyed princess wonder. How amazing is that?
"But at the end of the day" (grin, do I get trouble now?) I was glowing with the attention, Postiviely giddy, glowing and relaxed. I was sleeping like a log (and we will pretend that I do NOT snore thank you) and waking up with a bright smile. More important, though (and this is oh so funny) is that I learned that I DO have it in me to adore being treated as if I am adored. That there are men who cherish, give of themselves freely.
I have hope.. hope that there is a future for me that includes romance, love, flowers, spoiling, spankings, amazing fun and good conversation. I really hadn't thought such things could go hand in hand... I mean... romance and spoiling AND rules and spanking?? really????
Sweetness and firmness?
Openness but with limits?
I am spoiled quite beyond recognition, truly and my eyes have been opened up to just how.... bitter I was letting myself get. Which is ok, I earned that bitterness I think...but I can let that go now... and work on moving forward instead of having all these regrets and hurts, cynicisms and being so self reliant that I don't allow anyone in... and therefore cut myself off from living a full life...
Now I just need to work on meeting some of my own goals... of getting RK&f paid back for the rescue and making sure that I am striving towards being a very whole and healthy person who is able to bring more than a willing bottom and naive grin. And I oh so will...Knowing that the tenderhearted part of me is NOT broken is priceless..
Not what was negotiated for, so that part is an incredible gift that was so unexpected.
So thanks Sir... for letting me experience such amazingly delicious tenderness, such incredible spankings all from your very wonderful self... I fell in love a wee bit, like I said, and for that I thank you too! You made this princess believe in romance, and that is one hell of a gift.
xxx
Sunday, 1 April 2012
About Good Girls
I am a good girl!
In order for anyone to understand that we need to have some understanding on what that means to me. Some of you feminists are likely upset over my choice of language. I understand that. Too bad. :)
I am a good girl. I do my chores, I meet my responsibilities and try to be self aware. I keep my house clean, I take care of myself. I pay my bills. I work hard and try not to judge.
See? I am a good girl. I love being female. I do not agree with the law treating me as leasser because of it, nor with being treated with discrimination, hatred, disrespect and dismissal just because I have a vagina rather than a penis. What I don't understand, however, is how the woman's right movement took away the dignity and honor of having a female body and being proud of my femininity. This body allowed me to bring three wonderful lives into the world, this body is part of who I am but in no way is the totality of who I am.
I am not ashamed of my sexuality, my intelligence nor of my integrity. If I can remain assertive in the face of societal sexism, legal sexism but have to cower in the face of feminist sexism, wherefore is the gain?
I like people who are strong in character. I am not ashamed of that either. I have high expectations of myself, and love to have people around me that are assertive (not aggressive) and will help me to keep raising that bar. I want to grow!! Even when it is uncomfortable and challenges my belief in who I am-I want to grow.
To me, that is a good girl. It is all about being good with who you are, knowing that there is room to grow and reaching for it. Having boundaries that are flexible enough to allow for the benefits of intimacy but strong enough to maintain mental and physical wellbeing.
Being a good girl is not about obedience, or putting up with people treating you poorly. It is not about being polite. It is certainly not about never exploring sexually, intellectually or physically. Being a good girl means I try to balance my responsibilities and still have my needs met. That I can accept the cherishing of others, ask for help, apologize for wrong doing, and try for compassion instead of being defensive.
Being good is being happy without infringing on the happiness of others.
I am a good girl. I admit though, I am better at some parts of being good than I am on others, better on different days, in different situations.
I am, however, a good girl.
In order for anyone to understand that we need to have some understanding on what that means to me. Some of you feminists are likely upset over my choice of language. I understand that. Too bad. :)
I am a good girl. I do my chores, I meet my responsibilities and try to be self aware. I keep my house clean, I take care of myself. I pay my bills. I work hard and try not to judge.
See? I am a good girl. I love being female. I do not agree with the law treating me as leasser because of it, nor with being treated with discrimination, hatred, disrespect and dismissal just because I have a vagina rather than a penis. What I don't understand, however, is how the woman's right movement took away the dignity and honor of having a female body and being proud of my femininity. This body allowed me to bring three wonderful lives into the world, this body is part of who I am but in no way is the totality of who I am.
I am not ashamed of my sexuality, my intelligence nor of my integrity. If I can remain assertive in the face of societal sexism, legal sexism but have to cower in the face of feminist sexism, wherefore is the gain?
I like people who are strong in character. I am not ashamed of that either. I have high expectations of myself, and love to have people around me that are assertive (not aggressive) and will help me to keep raising that bar. I want to grow!! Even when it is uncomfortable and challenges my belief in who I am-I want to grow.
To me, that is a good girl. It is all about being good with who you are, knowing that there is room to grow and reaching for it. Having boundaries that are flexible enough to allow for the benefits of intimacy but strong enough to maintain mental and physical wellbeing.
Being a good girl is not about obedience, or putting up with people treating you poorly. It is not about being polite. It is certainly not about never exploring sexually, intellectually or physically. Being a good girl means I try to balance my responsibilities and still have my needs met. That I can accept the cherishing of others, ask for help, apologize for wrong doing, and try for compassion instead of being defensive.
Being good is being happy without infringing on the happiness of others.
I am a good girl. I admit though, I am better at some parts of being good than I am on others, better on different days, in different situations.
I am, however, a good girl.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Kink... Just another pigeon hole?
Isn't it interesting that in a group that exists to allow acceptance of those who are considered "outside the box" due to their sexuality, that one is immediately asked to find a box to fit in as per the mainstream groups found here?
I had to giggle over the choices when making my profile. Even in our fetishes, we are categorizing, classifying, grouping and generalizing. Are you a sub? bottom? male? TG? GQ? Master? Goddess? Protector? Princess? Do you like whips? whipcream? chocolate? Saran Wrap? (now I am hungry.. sigh)
I am horrible with terminology, as many who know me can certainly attest to
!I tend to get hung up on needing that term, that label or this category, defined, explained, examined, applied, tested and redefined. I tend to reject them out of hand, have people I trust and respect ask me to rethink it, and have to acknowledge, begrudgingly, that maybe.. MAYBE that label sort of fits.
Words can hurt! They have power! And labels not only lend to a definitive cast upon the person they are applied to, but they encourage limitations, they are confining, ambiguous. They contradict!
I oh so do not like ambiguity.
And yet, everyone of us defines ourselves with labels and terminology that may not have the same meaning to another. I am a bottom, certainly, if bottom means, "glutton to be spanked, teased, paddled, flogged, caned, etc". But it doesnt seem to mean that to anyone but me! i am a sub, i suppose, if by sub you mean "becomes submissive when with someone she trusts, in situations where she feels she safe and treasured, usually those situations are sensual or sexual in nature" Again though, that is my definition. I am a slave if you mean, "for a set period of negotiated time she gives teh right to another to make all decisions for her within her agreed upon and discusses limitations" (haha, but for me that period of time is likely less than a couple of hours.. just saying).
I am a top if you mean that I get pleasure from creating a scene for someone's enjoyment. I am a dominant if by dominant you mean that I like to get my way, I am sometimes bossy and capable of looking after myself and anything and anyone else I choose. I am a sadist if you mean that I can become sexually aroused by someone elses struggle to accept the overload of sensations that I can create. I am a masochist if you mean that what causes pain to many causes me intense sexual pleasure and well being.
But I tend to see those things more like a sliding scale. I do not see being a Top and a Bottom as oppositional, but rather different perspecitves of sensation play. I do not see Dominant and Submissive as opposites, but rather each is their own quality that we each posess some of. Johnny may be an 8 on a 1-10 scale of dominance, and be a 6 on a 1-10 scale of submissiveness. I think most of the BDSM labels are overgneralized, when they can be so situation specific, so partner specific and mood driven.
I don't want a pigeon hole! I certainly don't enjoy being told, "your profile lists you as a thisorthat but you just spoke like a thatorthis" so WHAT!?
I am a person, with varying moods, varying skills. Today I might crave being pinned over a knee, getting the hell spanked out of me until I am in tears and struggling like mad, and tomorrow I may crave the satisfaction of holding those floggers in my hand, watching the skin I am whacking pinken and swell so wonderfully. So what? Why must I enjoy only what someone else wants for me to enjoy? Why do we, us humans, feel that we need to match up with someone that enjoys sex the exact same way we do, rather than enjoy the diversity of each persons skill set, interests and quirks?
Still, all ranting and my own quirks against labels aside, This community is amazing. So many people with such a wide variety of interests, attitudes and so forth. How .. YUMMY
Enjoy..
~.o
Friday, 23 March 2012
Welcome to My Journey
Life is a journey!
It can be an adventure, or not, as we choose. Adventure blossoms first in the mind, does not require any level of ability or fitness or health. Adventure, residing within our minds as a possibility, is within our complete control as individuals.
For me, life is an opportunity to travel through self awareness, self discovery and self empowerment. While it can be extremely challenging to reach for self awareness, it is incredibly rewarding. I look forward to every step!
It is not about judgment, racism, sexism or negativity-not for me. It is about accepting myself so that I can truly accept others, about understanding myself so I can truly connect with others. It is looking at our amazing planet with eyes full of wonder, grateful for the chance to be here.
Yes... Some days my glass is half empty. But those days are few, as out of pure stubborn defiance I refuse, REFUSE to not see my glass as half full, fillable-I just can't live in a state of negativity. Yes, some adventures hurt, some live me breathless with the pain of it-but that is still feeling-it is still life.
I'm ALIVE! And I am going to take this adventure, get as much out of it as I can, then find new ways to discover new adventures.
It can be an adventure, or not, as we choose. Adventure blossoms first in the mind, does not require any level of ability or fitness or health. Adventure, residing within our minds as a possibility, is within our complete control as individuals.
For me, life is an opportunity to travel through self awareness, self discovery and self empowerment. While it can be extremely challenging to reach for self awareness, it is incredibly rewarding. I look forward to every step!
It is not about judgment, racism, sexism or negativity-not for me. It is about accepting myself so that I can truly accept others, about understanding myself so I can truly connect with others. It is looking at our amazing planet with eyes full of wonder, grateful for the chance to be here.
Yes... Some days my glass is half empty. But those days are few, as out of pure stubborn defiance I refuse, REFUSE to not see my glass as half full, fillable-I just can't live in a state of negativity. Yes, some adventures hurt, some live me breathless with the pain of it-but that is still feeling-it is still life.
I'm ALIVE! And I am going to take this adventure, get as much out of it as I can, then find new ways to discover new adventures.
Monday, 12 March 2012
How to get spanked in public?
So.. I recently got told that there is nothing a spoiled princess could possibly do to get spanked in public.
So riddle me this...What would happen if you were in a public place with a spoiled princess that you HAVE paddled mercilessly before and:
you were in a coffee shop where no one knew you?
If you were reasonably sure that you wouldn't be harassed over it?
If the only bystander seemed like they would agree totally if you did?
If you overheard the people at the next table mention that you should?
If the waitress suggested it?
If Spoiled Princess stepped UP the bratting, dumped water on your lap and when you gave her crap (and you would) she stuck out her tongue and kicked you solidly in the shin?
If the coffee shop was actually loud, dark pub and the table was sitated where likely no one would even see? Or hear?
If you had warned her.. and warned her... and she just kept mocking your ability to do anything about it?
If the barkeep wandered by, slapped a wooden spoon on the table with a pointed look and walked away?
If she waited until you excused yourself for a moment and ate your meal?
Drank your beer?
Hid your keys?
Told the waitress that you are actually part of the Wild Rose Drag Troupe?
Told the bouncer that you are gay and think he is sexy?
If she handed you an xrated gift and smirked as you realized everyone was watching?
Told the waitress you aren't tough enough to handle her?
If she flirted outrageously with the waiter and when you told her to knock it off she sassed, "Make me!"
If she kept waiting till the waiter was at the table and put her Heeled foot in your lap... suggestively moving her foot and giggling, making no effort to be discreet even.
If she tossed herself over your knee and said, "HA!!! Dare you!!! nananananana!!!"
If she she promised to spend the next four hours as your complete slave if you did?
If she had a new sex toy that she said you could do ANYTING you want with if you did?
If she said no sex for you AT ALL if you don't?
If she asked nicely?
If she promised to do that thing you had asked her to do but she was to shy to do?
If you knew the rewards would be mindblowingly great?
If you just plain wanted to?
If your brother, a police officer, promised to field any complaints if you did?
Could any of those create a sitation in which you would spank her, right there?
Could any of those create a situation in which you yard her to the vehicle, telling the waitress you 'just need to take her in hand'?
Could any of those create a situation in which you might feel that there IS a WAY?
Just saying.. Never say Never
PS. I would NEVER do such things, Really!!
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Oh lovely hands
Hands
Strong hands, grasping my own
Tender, Firm, Trust
Strong hands, tug me forward
To lay over his lap.
Patient hands, Rubbing, Kneading
Raising my skirt
Relaxing
Into those hands
Warm Hands
Slapping, slowly, Barely Stinging
As I moan and sigh
Strong hands
Firmer, pause, carressing
i wiggle and writhe
Untiring hands,
move faster now, harder
The sting spreads
I moan
Under those hands
Relentless Hands
As I kick my feet
Struggling, moaning
Stinging hands
Bringing me pain
pleasure
Amazing hands
slaping, touching, holding
I scream
Strong hands
pinning me
still slapping
Sexy hands
Caressing me
begging
His hands
everything and everywhere
pain pleasure
in waves
Oh those lovely hands
Sunday, 26 February 2012
OOOh, I made a naughty girl cupboard!
So.. I had this shelf and i thought.. hmmmm....
I added some hooks and voila!
And it locks!!!
I added some hooks and voila!
And it locks!!!
Saturday, 11 February 2012
*Speechless*
There is just something about waking up,
stretching and feeling that swollen tightness bring every nerve alive in
ones very, very red backside. To have the first coherent thought of the
day be .... oh.....my.
To walk around, unable to really form a thought besides whimsical "yummy", "oooh" and "der", two coffess later, still smiling. Wiggling that little bit in the chair and thinking wow...
It took me all morning... but my brain is functioning beyond merely stuttering with oooh, and I still am ... really... speechless.
First playdate, really.
And... Wow.
To walk around, unable to really form a thought besides whimsical "yummy", "oooh" and "der", two coffess later, still smiling. Wiggling that little bit in the chair and thinking wow...
It took me all morning... but my brain is functioning beyond merely stuttering with oooh, and I still am ... really... speechless.
First playdate, really.
And... Wow.
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