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Purring

As Lash posted on his blog, we're having some unseasonable winter weather and planned, in part, to spend the weekend in front of the fire with good books and each other.  The other part of the plan was for some spanking, etc. and both happened this afternoon (the spanking and the etc.).  Our usual spankings include cuddling but nothing more than a few caresses.  Today we had time and energy for a good hard spanking and a lot of caressing followed by an unusually vocal orgasm on my part.  So now I sit here on a smarting bottom, extremely satisfied, purring like mad!  What more could any cat want?  

The Thrill is Back!

Ever since I was very young, maybe 3 years old, I've been fascinated by spanking.  By the time I was 13 or so, it was my major sexual fantasy and that continued throughout my life.
     When Lash and I occasionally used spanking during foreplay, it was pleasurable but I still had an undercurrent of embarrassment that kept me from experiencing it as I fantasized.  
     When we started using spanking as part of DD in January, I began to concentrate so hard on the relationship aspect that suddenly spanking wasn't sexual any longer.  It was exactly the opposite of what I had hoped for and expected.  I was so serious about each spanking, concentrating so hard on the submission, the obedience, the mindset I was trying to change, that I lost track of the joy.  Those first spankings weren't very hard and it took us a long time to adjust to what I needed and what was comfortable for Lash.
     Gradually the spankings and whippings got harder and more painful and I began to concentrate on enduring the pain and and learning to let my emotions out through crying.  This was satisfying and relaxing but still not sexual.  We kept using spanking as part of foreplay, but I now had mixed feelings about it.  I felt that I had lost something that had been part of my life since.... forever.  Reality and Fantasy had met and Reality had won!  Real spankings hurt and, although I enjoyed the intimacy, I missed the Thrill.
     Lately, though, when Lash says to meet him in the bedroom for a spanking, that little thrill has been evident again.  Before and after and even during the spanking, I feel the excitement that spanking used to have for me.  I've become more accepting of the pain, more aware of Lash's role as a spanking husband and dominant man.  The idea of a man who actually enjoyed spanking me was always a very big turn-on and I'm letting myself be more aware of Lash's feelings of confidence, masculinity and pleasure when he spanks me.  I enjoy HIS enjoyment and that makes me want him all the more.
     My question is this:  Has anyone else gone through this?   Do you have any trouble changing gears from spanking as punishment to spanking as foreplay?  Have your feelings about spanking changed over time?  I'd like to know I'm not alone in this and my curiosity is piqued.

Another Honest Blogger!

Thanks to Ally of Ally Steps Forward 

and ~N of Living Domestic Discipline 

for asking me to list 10 honest things about myself.

They may not be Interesting, but they're Honest!

1.   I’m an extreme introvert.  That doesn’t mean I’m shy.  I have no problem interacting with people and actually love to speak before groups, but I need a lot of “alone” time to regenerate energy before I can be out with people again.

 2.  If I could have one talent, I’d love to be able to sing really well.  I come from a family of singers on my Dad’s side and I can sing OK, but I’d love to be able to REALLY SING!

 3.  If I could have one superpower, I’d be able to become invisible at will.  How handy for an introvert to be able to go out in public but just observe and not interact.  

 4.  I love to do research in old libraries or archives full of dusty old books and papers.  I love history and especially genealogy.

 5.  I don’t mind cooking but hate planning to cook and picking food for other people.  I don’t like to deal with raw meat, especially if it has bones in it or looks like it came from an animal.  Lash cooks the Thanksgiving turkey at our house!

 6.  I’m practically blind without my glasses and can’t wear contacts, so I have spare glasses in the car and in my travel bag, etc.

 7.  Maybe TMI, but I’ve only been married to one man, slept with one man and been spanked by one man - all the same man - Lash.  I’m not bragging or complaining but I’m satisfied to have missed what I missed and gotten what I have!

 8.  I was always tall and skinny when I was young.  Now I’m tall and not skinny but trying to get back to a healthy weight.  It was a pain to be taller than all the boys in school, but now I like being able to reach the high cupboard shelves.

 9.  I’ve lived in 4 states and on a Native American Reservation. I grew up in a town of only 500 people and had 42 people in my High School class.  I went to a State University and got much better grades after I started dating Lash - we did a lot of study dates with “perks” after the studying!

 10.  I like to read fiction, mostly mysteries, and watch B&W movies from the 40s and 50s.  I like quirky dark humor - I loved “Fargo” - and like to watch old 50s Sci Fi movies like “The Thing” and “Them!”

 11.  Usually I stick to the rules and follow all laws but once in a while I get sassy with Lash or rebellious or stubborn or make a list of 11 items when I’m asked to list 10!

GG Spanking

This summer has been frustrating!  I've been on a plateau with my weight loss for about 2 months, but finally had a major breakthrough to a new level on Friday.  Lash offered a "Good Girl" spanking, which I had hoped to get at the end of July.  Better late than never, I suppose!  In July, I had been fantasizing about a long spanking with multiple implements, trying out some new pervertibles and bringing out some we'd tried before.  I was thinking: easy and gentle!
     But, when Lash left it up to me, my only request was that he start and end with his hand and I left the middle part up to him.  After our cuddle, he started gently and built up to a nice sting with his hand, mixing in some pleasant rubbing and some talking which is rare for him.  By the time he stopped to switch to the strap, he was in good form and brought tears to my eyes.  He finished with a really hard hand spanking that left me struggling to stay in position.  (Btw, his right hand is definitely healed from surgery!)
     It was exactly what I needed.  It was a reaffirmation of his quiet, subtle dominance and a chance for me to revel in my submission to him.  I've felt very affectionate ever since - I can't keep my hands off him and want to be close to him all the time.  It has made me think about how little our marriage has changed outwardly and how much it has changed the way I feel inside.  We don't have many overt signs of his dominance - no collar, no list of rules, no implements left in plain sight, few implements at all.  He doesn't give orders or force me to submit or call me names or treat me roughly or make me kneel.  We've tried most of those things and will probably experiment occasionally when we feel like it, but the only thing I really need from him is the knowledge that he is now the "owner" of all things related to spanking.
     An example:  A few days ago, he told me to be ready to be spanked that morning.  I wasn't really in the mood but I obeyed.  An hour later, he changed his mind, no reason, no explanation.  And I was really OK with both decisions.  I've completely given up expectations and the desire to control spanking at our house!  I'm amazed!!  I feel a deep satisfaction and contentment with our way of using DD.  Spankings happen on an irregular basis depending on our schedules and our health (Lash has had a nasty cold) averaging 2-3 per week.  They can happen in the morning, afternoon or evening but they are always a time of intimacy, affection and relaxation for us.
     When I am lying over Lash's knee with my legs being held securely by his leg, I feel like I have found my home, the place I've been longing for all these years.  With my naked ass in the air, vulnerable and available to him, I feel safe and loved in spite of the fact that I will soon be protesting and struggling against the pain he inflicts.  This is the time for him to be the man he's always had to hide and for me to be the woman I've never been allowed to show.  This is where we can open ourselves to each other in ways that the world doesn't want to see.  Who cares about the world - we have each other!!

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?