Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year! ! !

The New Year will be one of change for my family.  Moving on and moving forward.  I am looking forward to it.  Yes, a little afraid of what the changes will bring but excited too.  The future is here!

Some things will stay the same and some things will change.  We will be getting our house ready to sell.  Home schooling will continue.   Soon we will have to say good bye to one of our family pets.  She is old and feeble.  I don't think she could handle another move.

I hope to have a positive outlook.  This past year has been hard.  I am happy to say goodbye to it.  Next year will be better.  Our circumstances may not improve but in all things, there is a blessing.  I will look hard and find those blessings at every opportunity!  I am going to sew more.  Enjoy the fabrics that bring a smile to my face!  Depression be gone.  You are not welcome in my house!

Happy New Year my blogging friends.  

Thursday, December 29, 2011

My Project! (and another new rule)

Here is what I am making.  My family won't let me alter the sleeves.  I wanted to make them more fitted rather than pointed.  I am already altering it quite a bit.  I tried the long blouse (muslin fitter) on today with the slacks I made to go with it.  Love it.  The muslin for the jacket is ready to go.  I just need the silk to get started!

I am having fun with this one!  So tired after working in the sewing room today but excited!  Here is the link to  the pattern for those interested.  This is NOT for a beginner.

Ok, it isn't really a new rule.  I can't pout and I can't shut him out.  When he kisses me, I have to kiss him back and mean it!

I tried to refuse after a very intense "nap"  He got up, closed the door and asked me if I still wanted to refuse him.  He got his kiss and I didn't get paddled.  No more telling him NO.  

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

A New Rule?

It looks like jeans will soon be a thing of the past in my little world.

You are a seamstress, an artist with fabric.  It is about time you look like it!  I am not buying you any more jeans for a while or pretty dresses.  Get in there and sew!  

His reasoning?  If I don't have jeans, I can't wear them.  Grrr.

You see, I love making beautiful things.....for other people.  I am so busy making other people smile that I end up looking like a mom.  Mom jeans, a baggy t shirt, pony tail and no make up.  Ok.  I look a little drab and sloppy.  I get that.

If I ever expect to make a living as a seamstress, I better start dressing better and not in store bought clothes.  How do I get orders for my corsets?  I wear them!  I show off my skill with a needle and when they ask where to get one, I reach for a business card.

I love sewing with and wearing natural fibers.  Wool, linen, cotton and silk.  Beautiful fabrics.  Soft, breathable.  Simply wonderful.  Rayon, I can tolerate in small amounts.

So what is Dragon doing?  Saving his pennies to buy me these expensive fabrics.  And I am to wear the things I make!  Silk to the grocery store?  To the zoo?

Why not?

I am a little flamboyant.  Not crazy with clothes and fashion but always a few years ahead of the current trends. He says, "dress the way you want to dress, wear the fabrics you love, be a trend setter!  People will buy the clothes you make!"  

No more frumpy Mom look for me.  It is either sew or go necked!  I think I am going to be busy!  Where will I be tomorrow?  Working in my sewing room is where!  Making a muslin for the outfit I just picked out fabric for!  $200 in silk! plus another $50 in linen!  I love the fabrics but WOW!  Just WOW!  I am going to be afraid to cut the pattern out!  What if I mess it up?  What if it looks awfullest?  Eeek!

He is the HOH and I am his wife.  Sometimes submitting to him is hard.  I have to design and wear the clothes I have only dreamed of.   Yikes!

Breath! ! !   I can do this... yes?

Friday, December 23, 2011

Ti's the Season of Spanking?

It must be.  I keep reading about spankings on other blogs.  Most of them punishments.  Fortunately mine have been more of the purrrr and stress relief kind.  You know the ones.  When you feel off and gives you just a little something to "settle you down."

Last night it was a flogging.  He started with the softest flogger we have.  Super soft doe skin.  Heaven.  Then he moved on to the thud of the elk and finally The Snake make contact with my back.  He is really getting the hang of the floggers.  I can tell you that.  His hands fly and so do the whips.

This morning, it was discovered that the floggers didn't quiet get the job done.  I woke up this morning growling  at kids.  Normal kid stuff.  I chew a little, they run to get chores done and what happens next?  The cane.  The all dreaded, hateful, never used cane.  You see, the garage is too cold to use right now.  It is not heated and too big for our small space heaters.   I have to admit that he has even gotten better with cane.  Spreading the swats from my upper thigh to just above the sit spot.  Little stingy swats.

No lasting marks that I can feel.  And now he says it still wasn't enough.   Round three?  Somebody Hide Me!  I don't like the sound of this.   

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Fruit Cake

Christmas just isn't Christmas without a fruit cake to toss around the room.  This one is better than most.  Enjoy!

1 lb. Candied Cherries, chopped
1 lb. Candied pineapple chipped
4 Cups pecans
2 sticks butter
1 cup sugar
1 small bottle vanilla extract
1 small bottle lemon extract
5 eggs
2 cups plain flour sifted

Cream butter and sugar.  Add eggs one at a time.  Add 1 cup of flour.  Add vanilla and lemon extract.  Mix one cup of flour with fruit and nuts.  Mix well.  Bake in greased tube pan (bunt pan).  At 365* F  Cool in pan for 10 minutes. Remove and enjoy.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Old Fashioned Spanking

No, I didn't write this one.  I found it on Fetlife.  Yes, I am Christian and I visit Fetlife. (kinky and Christian, yep that's me)  It is where I found support for DD before I found blogland.  It has A LOT of good information and where the OP found the information she posted!

Sorry it copied so strange.  I posted it here instead of providing a link because I know many would be offended by the content on Fetlife.  It comes from the group called "A Sound Spanking!"

Spankings: Punishment and Reminder

The punishment must fit the offence. Minor misconduct merits a thorough warming over by a firm hand. More serious violations justify the sting of a solid hairbrush or wooden paddle. Greater transgressions are corrected by the classic two stage approach that begins with a good hand spanking followed by a thorough session with the hairbrush. Truly bad behavior warrants the sizzling kiss of the time honored razor strap or a truly lickety cane or birch. The foreboding words “This is going to be a spanking that you will not soon forget” will, indeed, be long remembered – both words and deed.

Some spankings are not the consequence of a particular offence. Rather they are those “precautionary reminders” given on a regular or random basis designed to ensure that even good conduct continues on the straight and narrow. An ounce of prevention as it were.


A good old fashioned spanking does not begin with the baring of your naked bottom nor end with delivery of the final stroke. Your spanking will be anticipated.

Consider the suspense arising from the well timed announcement of sound discipline to be delivered later on that day. The anticipation may be further heightened by providing a specific time or leaving it completely open. Imagine the nervous tension arising while waiting in your room just before the actual event: you do not know if your panties are coming down in five minutes or in thirty minutes. But you know with certainty that they are coming down and your bare bottom is going to feel it. The mere thought of sitting suddenly becomes uncomfortable.

Rule of Certainty
Once a spanking has been announced there is absolutely no way to avoid it. Argument, pleading and protest are among the quickest guarantees to successive spankings on the days to follow. One such incident, of being soundly and thoroughly spanked followed by a repeat performance the very next day, should be more than sufficient to instill the rule of certainty and the error of protest.
Ceremony and Protocol
Ceremony and protocol play important roles. Corner time serves as an exquisite count down to the approaching event. You survey the two immediate walls with hands clasped behind your head, fingers interlaced, symbolically indicating the inability to protect your soon to be stinging behind. Corner time need not be dull nor unimaginative. You could be standing fully clothed or just in your bra and panties. Perhaps you might just have your skirt or pants removed with your shirt neatly tied or pinned up. More unnerving yet would be corner standing wearing only panties bunched around your knees. Panties around the knees are not without purpose. They were lowered to that position by the spanker after which a handful of sound slaps are given to your pristine bottom. The predicted effect leaves you with a mildly stinging tush sensitive to the cool air now passing over while gripping you with the certain knowledge that more, much more, is yet to come. In the spirit of true anticipation, neither does the style of ceremony nor length of corner time reveal the intensity of the punishment that you anxiously await.
Preparation: Baring and Positioning
Soon your spanking will begin. You are firmly but politely ordered to “Come over here”. You know from experience that hesitation measured in seconds could win you an encore performance the very next day. If clothed you are instructed to clasp your hands behind your neck while your pants are unbuckled, unzipped and lowered to the floor so that you may step out of them. When a skirt is worn it is removed completely. Next your panties are lowered to your knees or ankles. If the corner time ritual saw you clad only in panties or were at half-mast already they too are lowered or removed altogether. Again, with good reason as you will soon see. Next you are carefully and securely placed into the classic over the knee position. Panties if remaining at this point afford you no protection as you feel the spanker’s fingers under the elastic waist band pulling them down completely. Head down, bottom up, outer arm held securely, you are now ready. Shortly there will be that irresistible but futile attempt to cover your exposed bottom.
The Spanking
Your spanking then begins with the sound purposeful punishing due sorely deserving naked flesh: neither too fast nor too slow and always on target. Ever square inch of your shapely bottom from just below your hips to the top of your thighs will become a rolling sea of bright disciplinary red. Your legs will kick with wild excitement as your hands struggle to protect your aching fanny. But to no avail. Your spanking will continue to its sound conclusion. It will not be hurried nor abated by promises of good behavior or other pleading. Throughout your tanning you will take comfort in the knowledge that although the sensation is intense it is administered with kindness, control and compassion. You are never in any danger.
Upon cessation several outcomes are possible. You may be allowed the instant relief of springing to your feet and feverishly rubbing your thoroughly tenderized derriere doing the “fire dance” as it is sometimes described. An alternative may see you held firmly in place for ten to fifteen minutes as the instructive heat continues to do its task. More strict yet is a return to the wall for additional corner time. This time your panties may be fully returned to cover your bottom thus further encasing the disciplinary heat and denying any immediate relief. This stands in particularly fine contrast to earlier corner time that may have seen cool air passing over a lightly spanked bottom. Once again hands are behind the neck with strict instructions forbidding any touching of your soundly spanked bottom. Failure to comply will bring a painful amount of immediate additional swats. Shifting of your weight from foot to foot may or may not be allowed.
The Aftermath: A Gentle Touch
The final touch is a tender one. Once the corrective heat has had its effect soothing cold cream will be gently applied to your well reddened bottom. Your hair will be softly stroked as gentle words reassuringly calm your excited spirit: you will be cradled by love and peacefulness. For good measure you will be reminded of the speed and ease with which your panties will come down again should the occasion arise. There is now no doubt in your mind that you have received one good old fashioned bare bottom spanking.
The foregoing does not represent any necessary commitment to individual techniques, methods, instruments or degrees of severity. Rather, its purpose is to illustrate a rich set of possibilities combined with subtle but important nuances. Consider the many creative and exciting variations of the foregoing scenario. Does your panty covered bottom receive a brisk warm up before the real business at hand takes place? Are the number of strokes to be administered disclosed in advance or left as a tantalizing secret? Savour the approach of the disciplinarians of old who simply ordered “Strip completely young lady.” before administering a sound and proper tanning. Imagine a truly instructive licking in the great outdoors with a birch or hickory switch. And finally, reflect upon the discussion style spanking also of old. Bent over the knee the discussion begins: questions are asked while your bottom is spanked, your soul of misconduct is probed. Transgressions are noted for later correction while answers slow in coming are immediately punished. The thought of lying, deception or anything less than the full and complete truth is painstakingly avoided. In the end the truth shall set you free.
"A Good Old Fashioned Spanking", copyright (c) Michael Walker 2000-2004. All rights reserved.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poor Dragon

I have been sick off and on for the past few weeks.  Not wanting to eat or move.  My poor Dragon.  I know he has to be wondering if this is an Ana crisis or depression.

No, I really am that sick.  Yuck.

Needless to say, DD has been almost non existent, other than a few threats to make me move.   Even when I have clearly earned a “barn burner” nothing happens.  Dragon is handing out mercy in huge portions lately.  I had to ask didn’t I?  Just couldn’t keep my mouth shut.  I asked Dragon if he had given up his spanko ways.

It feels like it has been forever since I had a nice pink bottom.   (ok, not so long ago but it feels like forever)

This morning he took care of that!  Before he left for work, he picked up a paddle and made my backside a nice rosy color.  He made sure I wouldn’t forget those swats for a few hours.   It happened so fast I didn’t have time to identify the species of wood.   That man can move!  Wowchy!

Ps tonight I think I may have found the cause of weeks of nausea.  Reflux.  I was feeling a bit frisky and in the process of seducing my husband when acid came rushing up my esophagus.  It burned soooo bad.  Talk about killing the mood.  Yuck!   It still burns.  I think I am going to the doctor for this.  It is miserable.  My throat feels raw.

Christmas Traditions

Food is at the heart of many Christmas traditions.  You make food and the family magically appears around the table.  Here are a few of my favorites


(my grandmother calls it  No Fail Divinity but trust me, it can fail)
3 cups sugar
1/2 cup white kero
1/2 cup col water
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup nuts (optional)
2 egg whites (beaten stiff with a pinch of cream of tarter)
pinch of salt

Bring sugar, Karo and water to a boil until a soft ball forms in cold water and a slight thread spins from the spoon.  Pour 1/3 of the mixture slowly into beaten egg whites beating constantly.  Continue beating for a few seconds returning syrup to low flame.  Add syrup to egg whites at intervals making 4 beatings, return syrup to low flame each time.  Add vanilla and nuts.  Continue beating until mixture holds its shape when dropped from spoon.  Drop from teaspoon onto wax paper.  Swirl each piece into peak.

Date Balls

8oz package of dates (chopped)
1 stick butter or margarine (I use salted butter)
1 1/2 cup rice krispies
1 cup sugar
1 cup chipped pecans

Mix dates, sugar and butter in double boiler.  Cook 5-8 minutes after butter melts.  add pecans and cereal.  Make into balls (best done with damp hands) and roll in powdered sugar.  Store in tight container.

I also make rice krispy treats and oatmeal cranberry cookies.  I get the recipe for these off of the packaging.   I need to find a new recipe for M&M cookies and fudge.  I lost mine a few years ago.  Still looking.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Christmas Candy

NOT making Christmas Candy and cookies is now a spankable offence!

For years I enjoyed making candy for our family but somehow Christmas lost its magic.  Dragon is determined to bring that magic back for me and to bring back the yummy candies I loved to make.  

I better get a wiggle on.  Memory swats have been promised if i don't have a batch of divinity made by the time he gets home.  EEEEKKKK

Dear Santa,

I have what I need this year and also what I want most in this world.  My family is together.  We have enough to eat and a roof over our heads.  I have been a bit naughty this year but better than most.  You see, in the last year we have brought something new to our marriage.  TTWD.

When I do something that displeases Dragon, he has the authority to punish me.  He doesn’t do it very often and never abuses his power over me.  He is as kind and a gentile as ever.  He grants me mercy and grace much more often than I deserve.  Punishment is used as a last resort in our house.  Only when my heart is hard.  When I am defiant and stubborn.

I don’t like to be punished.  Most of the time just the threat is enough to set me strait.  A look from my Dragon and all is right in the world again.  On those rare occasions that more is needed, I accept the consequences for my actions.   TTWD has brought harmony to our home.  

This coming year will bring many changes.  One career will end and a new life for our family will begin.   Possibly yet another move.  One of our children will finally leave the nest.  She has chosen a college and a career path that makes her mommy very proud of her.  Only with God can I handle all of these changes.  God and my Dragon that is.

So you see Santa?  I really don’t need anything for Christmas; however, there are a few things I need this year.  A new job for my husband.  A home for our family.  The safety and security we have enjoyed all of our married lives.  Since I don’t do well with change, it is a good thing that Dragon now has tools to help me cope. I hope that he can find a way to use TTWD to help me during the year.  For these things I pray.

Maybe I should ask for a set of knee pads for Christmas?  Life has a way of driving me to my knees in prayer and sometimes my poor knees get sore.  It is when I am unable to pray that I end up OTK, so maybe a butt pad too.  A nice soft pillow to sit on when I earn that dreaded punishment.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Love my man (non DD, D/s)

After a crazy busy Saturday, I was looking forward to spending the day Sunday with my family.  Warm and snug inside, out of the cold.  Bible study, maybe a movie and story time.  A little house cleaning to get ready for the week.

Long story short?  It didn’t happen.

The morning started off normal.  Late start, family breakfast and Bible study.  Soon after Dragon began to read the first words of Matthew Chapter one, my head started to ache.  By the end of chapter three, I had to ask him to stop for the day.  I couldn’t hold my head up anymore.

Ok, you know I am a mother, so my idea of pain is not for the faint of heart.  Once you have experienced natural child birth, you rate pain differently.  So when I say this was an 8 on the scale of 1-10, you know I was in pain.  It hurt so bad I couldn’t sleep.  Then the nausea hit.

Finally I got some benadryl and Alive down.  But I still couldn’t nap.  Dragon gathered the children, leaving only one at home to watch Mommy, and went on an outing.  He took his old black powder rifle, the squirrel gun and the bow.  They had a history lesson, gun safety class and target practice.

I have no idea how long they were gone.  I finally fell asleep.  Time was meaningless, endless today.   I woke up to a quiet, empty house.  They got home about 5 minutes after I opened my eyes.  Still not 100% but feeling much better.

Dragon fed the kids and kept them entertained so that I could rest.  After supper, he fixed me a nice warm bubble bath.

I am one lucky girl.  What more could I ask for?  Love my man!

Friday, December 9, 2011

Thought for the Day

This is the busiest time of the year for my family.  A little chaos added to the holiday spirit.  So I give you only my thought of the day.  Something my Dragon constantly tells me and I find hard to believe.


I realize that some parts of the video may be offensive to some of my readers but I know a few of you will listen and understand what it means to me.  

Friday, December 2, 2011

Spam Not in a Can

I am talking about the kind that gets sent to this handy dandy folder that blogger provides for advertisers.  Has anyone else had an uptick in spam?  I am getting about one or two a day.  Pain is the @$$ is what i call it.  No way would I buy anything from a company that advertises that way!


Something else I consider spam?  Those people who come to my blog to slam my lifestyle.  I am not looking for approval.  Yes, I am Christian, kinky and my husband disciplines me on the very rare occasion.  I am not a victim of domestic violence, I assure you dear reader!

My children are not abused.  I do horrible things like changing the pass word on the router, putting the TV in the garage, boxing up all the DVDs.  If that is abusive then I guess I am a horrible mother.  School work comes first in our house.  All four of my children will tell you that I am not strict enough and let them all get away with too much.  I tend to error on the side of lenience to avoid any hint of abuse.

Any posts that attacks me or my family will be deleted .  I won't have it.  If you have an honest question, I will make an effort to answer it to the best of my ability.

But be for warned!  This is a Troll Free ZONE! ! !  

    green troll

Ok.   I feel sorry for this little guy.  I'll let him say.  But all other Trolls?

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