Who needs Stiff Nipples?

I think this is such a funny name for a business!
I also saw a sign locally that stated in large letters:

"Your wife is really HOT!"

Below, it explained that the wife needs a new air conditioner.  Is there something about breathing in the freon that makes guys see air conditioning as sexy?

Here in the mountains (our house is at 8000 ft. elevation) we don't even have air conditioning.  It's so cool and dry that we don't need it.  In fact, it's cool enough to give stiff nipples all summer long!  Have I said recently that I LOVE living in the mountains?

This year, the last day of summer brought a cloudy day here, then thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet, granular snow and then big flakes of snow!  It melted soon after falling, but in 2004 we had quite a snowstorm on September 21st and 22nd!

This was the view from our deck!

So, you can see that keeping our nipples stiff in the mountains doesn't require any air conditioning service
 - just Mother Nature.

We've had the fireplace checked out and put the flannel sheets on the beds.  Later today, I'll pack away my summer clothes which I got to wear only a few days here and a week when we were back in the Midwest.  Summer is my least favorite season and I'm not sorry to see it go.  Welcome Autumn!!

Hiking and Spanking

Lash and I went on a hike this morning.  It was 4.8 miles

and not too strenuous, but it reminded me

of the similarities between hiking and spanking.

I look forward to it with great anticipation.

At first it's comfortable and enjoyable.

Next it becomes uncomfortable.

Later it becomes downright painful!

Then I really wish it could be over!!

When it's over I look back on it fondly.

The next day I want to do it again!

Am I nuts or what??

Hardhat on the Bedpost (FFF#3)

He sees me watching him from the balcony and tips his hat like a gentleman out of Jane Austen.

He can be a gentle man. Or.... he can slip into my bed - always unpredictable - his taste salty, his voice sweet and his desire spicy and urgent. His work-hardened hands delivering spanks that transform pain into passion. His insistent lips bruising my flesh. Teeth nibbling, nipping. Legs pressing, parting. Masterful fingers exploring and claiming.

I don't ask him when he'll return.

He simply arrives.

Tool belt in the entry.

Jeans in the hallway.

Hardhat on the bedpost.

My man inside me.

Sassy, spanked and startled

 Last night I was feeling playful and sassy when our usual spanking time rolled 'round.  Lash always tells me what implements to bring for my spanking, but last night he didn't, so I didn't bring anything.  As I crawled into bed for our cuddle, he asked "Did you forget something?"  I joked that he didn't ask for anything and we laughed and snuggled.  Soon, though, I wasn't laughing when he started spanking with his right hand, hard, right across those tender areas that are usually protected.  It turns out that the hand spankings I've been missing aren't as mild as I remembered.  Another "What was I thinking?" moment!!  Next time I'll bring the straps whether he asks or not.  After the crying and cuddling that followed, I asked if his hand hurt and when he replied, "Yes" I said "Good"!  Maybe not the best response, but we both chuckled and went to sleep very relaxed and happy!

The "startle" came this morning when I was walking with friends.  The conversation turned to the California wildfires and the arson that started them.  One friend said that when they catch the guy he should be paddled!  I was speechless for a while, wondering about her private life.  Hmmmm!

FFF#2 on a Wednesday

Excruciatingly icy!  Stones like glass!

We skid and sidle across the rocks
to the base of the falls

where we find it.

Only a legend to some,

but our reality for this one afternoon.

The cave where lovers are blessed -

where we can live our dreams for a day

before our return to the land of estrangement.

Fantasies fulfilled!  Delights realized!

His dominance intersects with my submission;

his masculinity converges with my feminine desires.

If only we could make it last
beyond these few hours!

But that's impossible.

Or is it?

FFF#1 on a Tuesday

Since I missed the first 2 Flash Fiction Fridays, I decided to catch up this week!  So here's #1!  Silly, but just for fun!


HNT was such a bad idea.  Who thought of it?  Why did I post that picture?  Why did he check my blog while we're out of town?  Why did he pack the Loopy Johnny?  Did he plan this?  When will the maids come back to finish making the bed?  Do we have time?  Will someone hear?  Will my short skirt cover up the marks?  What's taking him so long?

Meandering

My thoughts have been meandering and I've decided to gather them together in a post. Lucky you!!

First, you may have noticed that sometimes there are 2 bloggers named PK who comment here. Most of you know PK from New Beginnings, but you may not know PK from Stories from the Well. Lately she's been on a path that led her to grad school in a new part of the country. She's also on the path to a healthier life (aka dieting). Since a lot of us know how important support is when we're dieting, I just wanted to let you know that there's another PK out there who is quietly journeying with us! Hope you'll drop by to give a word of support!

Meandering on! After several days of traveling, allergies, exhaustion, etc., we finally got back to spanking again. How can I miss something that hurts so damn much? I know, it's the reconnection, but we can reconnect in other ways. I guess I really need the reassurance of his masculinity, his strength, his protection. Nothing gets through the b.s. of life like being spanked - hard - with both straps!

We went for a walk today and met up with an 86 year old lady who was walking up and down the unpaved road - and I do mean up and down, we live in the mountains. She had such spirit and strength. She misses her job as a waitress because she loved the people! Very inspiring!!

I didn't get a chance to comment on Bonnie's Brunch question about ritual, but we've added something lately that I like. We always cuddle, then spank, then cuddle. While he spanks, Lash used to hold me down firmly with his left hand on my back, but now he's started holding my left hand, intertwining our fingers. It's very loving and comforting!

Enough meandering for now. Time for lunch!

Yummy cake

Sour Cream Chocolate Cake

with Peanut Butter Frosting

Recipe of the month for Daisy

Ingredients:
1 3/4 cup Unbleached All-Purpose Flour
1 3/4 cup Sugar
3/4 cup Cocoa
1 1/2 teaspoon Baking Soda
1 teaspoon Salt
2/3 cup Butter Or Margarine;-Softened
2 cups Dairy Sour Cream
2 large Eggs
1 teaspoon Vanilla Extract

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 350 Degrees F. Grease and flour a 13 X 9 X 2-Inch baking pan.

In a large mixer bowl, combine the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda and salt, blending well. Blend in the butter, sour cream, eggs and vanilla. Beat for 3 minutes on medium speed. Pour the batter into the prepared pans and bake for 40 to 45 minutes or until a wooden pick, inserted in the center, comes out clean. Cool in the pan on a wire rack.

The frosting is simply butter, confectioners sugar and milk mixed with peanut butter, either creamy or chunky. No particular recipe.

Blogger humor?

Does Blogger have a sense of humor? After trying and trying to post a comment on someone's blog, this word finally came up as a word verification! I retri(ed) 3 times dammit!!