Monday, 26 June 2017

I Thought I Might Fall Asleep

Saturday night we had guests, which was great and P put on a lovely meal as he usually does. But what he doesn't usually do is cane, tongue and massage me in the afternoon prior. It made me so sleepy P said he'd rearrange our place settings so that he could kick me under the table if I started nodding off. He was joking. And I didn't nod off because I was re-energised when our friends arrived with bubbly conversation and catch-up talk and a bit of trip planning as Tuesday I'm going to Spain for a few days with one of them.

We had a very pleasant evening but the afternoon was definitely the stand out of the weekend and I think the reason was because it was so unexpected and, I suppose, luxurious and I had to think about that word before using it but it's true. I luxuriated in it. All of it, even the caning which I knew wasn't going to be serious punishment from the way he'd threatened it in the car earlier after I'd been getting on his nerves about something quite trivial or at least I thought it was, a tiny favour I wanted him to do for me while I'm away. I'd asked him to do a certain part of my mail for me but he refused, he said he couldn't guarantee he'd be on time with collections and he certainly wasn't going to stand in line at the post office. I do have an alternative but I still argued a bit that he could be more helpful and eventually he put his foot down and told me to stop it, his decision was final and if I didn't drop the matter he'd take one of my own canes to me when we got home. So I 'pretty pleased' a couple more times after that, noting that his tone was friendly and trusting that a man of his word would take a cane to me and it wouldn't be too bad, even exciting because I haven't had one of my own canes applied to my bottom forcefully.

Well that was the background and so, by late afternoon, after P had done some preparation and popped a duck into the oven to roast, I was taken upstairs, shorts and knickers taken down and caned lying over a couple of pillows on the middle of the bed. He had to do it hard enough to make me squeal or why bother, but I could tell it wasn't going to make my eyes water and in fact it made me horny and I started writhing, lasciviously I hoped, against the pillows. Now it's not unheard of for my husband to make me suck him off (it doesn't take much making) after he's caned me but, for whatever reason, perhaps the noises or the movements I was making during the caning, or the way I answered him cheekily after he'd stopped, when he asked me if I'd learned my lesson and I answered as huskily as I could "Oh god yes, darling, you're masterful at lessons", my husband climbed up on the bed and I thought he was going to fuck me. I quickly shoved my right hand between my legs and started humping my sore backside in response to it when my husband turned me over. He pulled my hand out, licked my fingers slowly, groaned his approval and told me I was a naughty girl, then put his head between my legs right where my fingers had been and I felt his tongue searching for what they'd found. Oh fuck did I scream when he found what he wanted and stayed on it and then I clamped my hand across my mouth because I couldn't trust myself and then he used his thumbs to prise my lips further apart and his tongue worked harder and some deep male sound of approval gurgled from his throat as I started coming gushing and wriggling like mad as he held onto me until I was drained.

We lay for a few minutes, me quietly saying 'fuck' and 'you can't do that' and him just making mmm sounds and giving me the occasional lick. When he got up his face was wet. He still had his jeans on and I could see his bulge, I was certain a blowjob was on the cards and I was up for it but, instead, he turned me back over onto my tummy and asked me if I'd like a massage, I hadn't had one for ages. He got off the bed and went into my drawer, I felt him get back on and then talcum powder sprinkling on me, he said he couldn't see any oil but talc would serve the same purpose of helping his hands slide. He did from my neck right down to the soles of my feet and back up again, slowly and methodically pausing to work extra on tight spots and sensitively over my backside. He didn't try to rekindle anything and was chatting away meaninglessly and happily, it was heaven and I could have fallen asleep any time except when he worked my feet which had a couple of tight spots.

When he'd done he jumped off the bed and said he had to get back to the kitchen. I turned round and pouted and said it wouldn't take long, I was looking directly at his crotch. He laughed and said save it, he wouldn't forget. Neither would I:)

Catch up when I get back from Spain. I've scheduled a couple of picture posts.

Have a good week.


Friday, 23 June 2017

In with the New - Spanking Twitter Edition

Spanking Twitter finds.  I don't do Twitter so all new to me. Some of you may already be familiar with them.

Tony Elka
1/3 owner Shadow Lane, husband to Eve Howard, pianist, videographer, cat toy.

Paul Kennedy
Full-time fetish photographer/cameraman, part-time wit and awfully good Top!

Paul Rogers
Spanking video producer, always looking for potential spanking video models and ideas for new scripts. Proud Daddy and partner of beautiful Sarah Gregory.

Richard Windsor
The Twitter site of an Englishman currently living in New York City with a penchant for spanking and Rockabilly music.

Spanking Wishes
A spanking news and promo blog written by Alex Reynolds and featuring new updates every single day, pictures, interviews, reviews and more.

Eve Howard
Author of Shadow Lane novels, co-owner of Shadow Lane, producer of Spanking erotica since 1986, happy-go-lucky switch.

Dreams of Spanking
Corporal punishment storytelling, ethically produced for the discerning enthusiast. Authentic, sex-positive, queer-inclusive, egalitarian and above all HOT.

Spank Her 4 Real
The Twitter feed of a real spanker who spanks women who like spankings, want spankings, and know they need to be spanked.

Princess Kelley May
Twitter home of model, producer, blogger, and spanko Princess Kelley.

Amber Dawn
Twitter home of Amber Dawn, adult model, spanko, cam model, and vegan.

Florida Paddler
John A is a skillful disciplinarian who has reddened some of the most beautiful bottoms in Spankdom. 

Maddy Marks
Twitter home of spanking model Maddy Marks.

Domestic Discipline 
Domestic Discipline for people who want to lead an alternative loving strict lifestyle, the way it should be.

Harley Havik
A spanking video model and an active kinkster in the LA community as well as a Pro Switch at Sanctuary LAX.

Snowflake Erica
Erica Scott is a writer, writer's daughter, blogger, editor, atheist, left-leaning, snarky square peg.

Spanking Land 
London's most discrete and discerning, consensual spanking disciplinarians for adults.

Thank you Bonnie.

Have a fun weekend.


Wednesday, 21 June 2017

A Smile for Today


Let me know if picture is yours.

Monday, 19 June 2017

What's happening in your brain when you get spanked during sex?

Well to be honest it's not something I've ever really thought about but YourTango has, and they've come up with answers which include endorphins being released (I knew that), cortisol level being raised (didn't know that) and loads of other stuff I probably didn't want to know like a 'Strupes Test' which has been used to assess neuropsychological damage to a brain before and after a scene and apparently subs come out adversely affected whereas Dom's do not.


They also opined that subs are preconditioned, in a similar way to that 'Pavlov's Dog' thingy where the dog would start salivating every time a bell was rung because he associated it with getting food. I expect that must be why I, on occasions, salivate in different way when I get a firm indicator that a spanking is in the offing:)


Anyway it's an amusing read. But why do they only mention being spanked during sex? Do they mean literally during coitus or are they generalising the word sex. I must email them because I have hardly ever been spanked 'during' so I want to know what's happening to my brain! Or maybe I don't want the scientific stuff on second thoughts, I know what happens down there because it's very physical and I know what happens up top because it provokes all sorts of emotions, mostly exciting ones, which don't seem too damaging to me. It's my backside that gets the damage:)

Have a good week.


Friday, 16 June 2017

Never too old for a slanging match

How old do you have to get before you're wise enough to not get involved in pointless arguments or, worse still, slanging matches with people you hold near and dear? I don't know the answer to that but I do know I haven't reached the age yet and it got me a thorough spanking which I suppose I deserved but still feel a bit miffed about because, I mean, it takes two to tango.

You see I'm going to Spain soon, note the 'I' not 'we'. I'm going with my friend Jan, only for a few days, to visit an old mutual friend who lives over there and whose hubby has to return to the UK for a medical procedure (not a nasty one) and she invited us over to keep her company. It isn't a glamorous part of the country it's in Murcia, I don't expect there will be much to do but it will be nice to catch up and I'm looking forward to it. I asked P if we could pick Jan up on our way to drop me at the airport and that was what started it all off. He'd pretty much forgotten I was going, or so he made out. He first said sure, should be ok but then said it was actually quite a detour and why couldn't Jan's husband take her or better still swing round and pick me up. I took the hump, it wasn't a big ask in my opinion, but I said alright I'd tell her she needed to make her own arrangements.

P knew I wasn't happy. A few minutes later he said he could probably fit a detour in. I told him not to put himself out, it was alright but really I was thinking what a grumpy bastard he was why did he even make a fuss about it, I mean he doesn't have set hours to stick to so he can make whatever time he wants. So this festered a bit and eventually it came out that he was going down to his brother's place in Wales the same day. I definitely hadn't known about that at all and I asked him why and for how long. He said a couple of days and he was going to see a local band play in Cardiff and they'd find stuff to do, in fairness he hasn't seen his brother for nearly twelve months. I asked him if his brother's girlfriend would be there but he said no she was in Colombia (she's Colombian), I said well never mind I'm sure he's got plenty of others to keep him company,"Maybe he'll have a spare one for you". I didn't mean to say that, or at least not the way I said it.

So you know the background and you can guess how things escalated. Him saying maybe there would be some nice blokes on the estate where Lyn lives, perhaps in the clubhouse (there's a golf course), or maybe in the bars along the sea front. I told him not to be so stupid, he told me he wasn't stupid, he remembered this and that and he quoted a couple of other times when I'd been away with girls not him and he made silly inferences, childish as men can be. Of course I reposted with several incidents from the past in which he could easily have, in my opinion at the time, dallied with other women. Some stupid things were said by both of us, goodness knows how adults can be so childish, even digging up the minutest detail from absolutely donkeys years ago just to hurt the other side. It reached crescendo when I told him his brother had always fucked anything in a skirt which was why his marriages screwed up and that he had the same genes. There were lots of profanities both ways I'm not proud of it. Anyway it stopped abruptly. P stood and took a few deep breaths. 

"This has gone far enough, more than far enough and I'm not having any more of it." There were no swear words and his voice had lowered and he was very calm. He took me upstairs, I didn't know why he needed to do that if he was going to spank me why didn't he do it there and then. Well I found out soon enough why he wanted me upstairs, he wanted an implement and nearest to hand was a paddle, it's the stingiest paddle we've got, one that Bogey sent me ages ago and it really really hurts when it's used hard. P knows I dread it.

My jeans and knickers came down and I was pulled half across his lap half on the bed with his right leg locking me down. It was all very fast and efficient. I started protesting but the spanks were underway before I could get a sentence out and then I just shouted and squealed. Profanities resumed but only from me not P. I meant everything I called him at that time too, I'm not going to print it all just believe me my mouth needs washing out for a month. I tried to dig my nails into his flesh where his t-shirt pulled up but he just pinned my arm behind my back and carried on spanking. There's a pattern to spankings, I mean real ones not play ones, for me anyway. There's verbal objection, physical resistance, foul mouthedness, threat, overpowerment, shock, realisation, inward capitulation, outward capitulation, pleading, apologies, meaningful apologies, do-with-me-as-you-will absolute contrition usually accompanied by limpness. That was how it was, I was so exhausted I didn't know how much he'd hurt my bottom until he let me up and there was rush of pain as blood rushed to my nether region to try and cool it. Oh god I wanted to jump about and grasp my poor backside but wouldn't while he was still in the room.

"We'll have no more of that nonsense, and I don't just mean for a few hours or the rest of the day, I mean forever. Full stop."

I sniffled some snot back, it's the hay fever season. It makes my eyes run a bit too.

"Is that clearly understood?" He wouldn't let it go until I answered.

"Yes P." I really hoped he couldn't hear the quiver in my voice.

He left the bedroom and I stayed upstairs for over an hour, wishing I'd got my phone or ipad with me but not wanting to go downstairs and get either because he was down there. We didn't speak again until the evening when he broke the silence, he said, "Tell Jan I'll be able to pick her up on the way to the airport."

It was a little peace gesture. Somebody has to break the ice. I called Jan and told her, she said great and her husband would be happy to do the same on the return flight. I told P, he grunted his acknowledgement. I left it a while then told him I was sorry for the things I'd said earlier. He grunted again, a few minutes later he asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. Thaw. Takes two to tango:)

I don't get enough of this type of spanking, I used to spend hours plotting how to get one without causing any real rot to set in between us. Then out of the blue a good old slanging match and letting off steam brings one on. 

Perhaps I'll never get too old for a slanging match.

Have a fun weekend.