My mom chewing and spitting out her food

I keep seeing my mom change these days. Her memory is on the decline. She says hi to me multiple times within a five-minute span. She has incontinence issues and often doesn't know whether she needs to relieve herself.

As of late, I've noticed that she chews her food and spits it out. I don't know if she has now forgotten how to swallow or if she physically can't swallow solid food.

She is fine with drinking fluids. The worst case scenario would be to blend her foods and have her drink shakes.

She will chew fruit and spit it out. It's more textured foods that she doesn't seem to swallow.

It has been interesting. I can see how frustrated my dad is with her. It's a challenge to say the least.

Relating to folks and missing my guy

I seem to be able to relate to others well. Age isn't a barrier.

With my manager, who is roughly fifteen years older than I am, we get along well. He tried to reference the tagline at the end of old Batman TV episodes. I had to correct him. Same bat time. Same bat channel.

As a child, I watched quite a bit of TV. I remember old commercials and shows. I mainly watched Sesame Street and game shows.

I can also relate to popular songs from the 60's and 70's, mainly because I grew up listening to all music that my mom and dad loved.

Then, there are my two co-op students who are nearly twenty years old. I am perfectly fine with talking about university, music, musicals, and movies with them. I fit in. I never feel out of place.

I am fortunate enough to get along with practically most people. I can't explain why, but I am glad that I do and can.

My guy has been away for nearly two weeks. I miss him, but he's coming home soon. It seems like an eternity.

B is for birthday spanking

As many of you know, I love birthday spankings.

I love the entire ritual of celebrating your birth into the world by either bending over a table or sofa, having your pants and panties removed, and getting your fair share of smacks across your bare backside.

As for me, I like being over my guy's lap for my birthday spanking, which is in a month's time. Geez, time certainly flies!

I am typically wearing a short skirt. My guy likes to warm my bottom by lifting up my skirt and giving me my birthday spanking over my panties. He'll then lower them and will spanking me hard with his hand. I get my age in smacks on each buttock. It hurts, but it turns me on.

This year, my guy wants to use a fly swatter on me. I am game.

It would be great if every day were my birthday. Then again, I wouldn't be able to sit down for a while. I do like that thought.

Birthday spanking brainstorming

My guy's birthday is next month. I am proposing to receive his birthday spanking. Since he is a bit older than I am, it means more smacks for me. Yay!

Here is a brainstorming session on how I would like to receive his birthday spanking, based on how to give a birthday spanking:

1. Decide on where the birthday spanking will take place.
   I would like it either in a bedroom with just the two of us. Of course, we could do it in the treehouse after work because we both need a bit of fun after a crazy day at the office. 


2. Decide on the amount of exposure her backside should have.
   I have always enjoyed the layered approach. I get his age in smacks over my pants. He is free to use an implement, such as a wooden ruler or paddle. The pants then come off and I get the same number of smacks over my panties with another implement, such as a hairbrush or a leather paddle. Finally, my bare bottom is exposed. I like a firm hand when my backside is fully exposed. I need more than just a regular birthday spanking, because I have spent a year being a naughty girl.


3. Decide on the position she will assume for her spanking.
   I like being over his lap. However, being bent over a table or bed is great, too.


4. Be sure to give her a few warm-up spanks (that is, a few preliminary, light pats on the buttocks).
   I like warm-up spanks, but sometimes they don't start off being light. I also like when my guy gropes my buttocks before a spanking, which turns me on.


5. Deliver one smack for each year of her age, centered on her "sit spot" (that is, the portion of her buttocks that meets an object when she is in a sitting posture). Each spank should be delivered with an increasing degree of force with 2-5 seconds between smacks. Ensure that she clearly and loudly counts out the number of each smack after she receives them.
   I have never counted out loud for any of my birthday spankings, so it will be a first for me!


6. After a number of smacks equal to her age has been delivered, give her one extra smack and make sure it is the most forceful of them all. This final smack is her one to grow on.
   I love this part. I also like getting a pinch, although I doubt that I will grow an inch.

The bottomline (yes, pun intended)? My guy gets a decent view of my backside as he works his magic and I get a sore red bottom. It sounds fair to me.

Change in life and in the redness of my bottom

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.