It has been just over two weeks since I last wrote here. I was put off by a comment posted in my last entry. I need to reinforce the notion that I started this blog because I wanted to write about my spanking experiences and what was on my mind with respect to spanking. I'm not here to find out how many hits I get a day on my blog or how many comments I get. I simply want to write about whatever I feel like that pertains to spanking. I understand that I will not please everyone who stops by and reads what I have to say. However, I do not enjoy critical, snarky remarks about topics I have written that do not interest folks. They are my thoughts and experiences. If you relate to them, that's cool. If not, there is no need to tell me what I should and should not post.
As far as my life goes, I'm in the process of changing jobs. I'm still a writer, but am moving from my current company to a large corporation. There is a lot of paperwork to fill out before I get a concrete start date, but it's worth the effort and time. I have also been accepted into graduate school. It's an exciting time in my life as far as my career and enhancing it go.
Two nights ago, I got a much deserved spanking from my hubby, G. I had been cheeky earlier, teasing him about his age. He is slightly older than I am, which I tease him about from time to time. He was thinking about a particular brand of candy that he had savoured when he was nine years old. I asked him deliberately if candy was invented back then. Yes, I was setting the stage for a good red-bottomed session.
Well, just before hitting the sack, we hugged and kissed. One thing led to another and his hand was lightly smacking my backside. He pulled down my shorts and gave me several swats over my low-rise panties.
He got me over his lap. The panties came down immediately. The smacks came down hard on my bottom -- and numerous, too. I love a good bare-bottomed spanking with his hand. It was personal. It was loving. And, it hurt.
I must have been over his knee for maybe seven minutes. He meticulously smacked each cheek, making sure that I felt the effects on his hand after each smack. At the very end, he gave me a brief birthday spanking -- a smack for each year that I have lived on this planet. It was terrific. My bottom was sore and I felt loved.
After he made sure I had an orgasmic experience, we hugged. It was a good start to the weekend.
A girl who enjoys giving and receiving spankings, and wants to share her spanking experiences
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Take home chef
One of my favourite programs on Food TV is Take home chef, with Curtis Stone as the talented and good-looking chef. I record this show daily and watch it at home after a long day at work.
The other night, he was cooking dinner with a woman. The goal was to surprise her husband, who worked in construction, I believe. The chef, his crew of roughly fifteen camera folks, and the wife all shouted surprise! when he walked up the stairs of their home.
The exchange between the husband and wife went something like this:
I'm a foodie and a spanko. There no programming quite like this episode.
The other night, he was cooking dinner with a woman. The goal was to surprise her husband, who worked in construction, I believe. The chef, his crew of roughly fifteen camera folks, and the wife all shouted surprise! when he walked up the stairs of their home.
The exchange between the husband and wife went something like this:
"Someone's in a lot of trouble," he said, hugging his wife in a sweet embrace.
"Spank me," she said, escaping from his embrace and sticking out her bottom for a loving swat that never happened on her jeans.
I'm a foodie and a spanko. There no programming quite like this episode.
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