Inspired by Florida Dom
Why are the only women you see nude at life style parties usually older? Their skin isn't smooth. They don't have the body of a super model. Bellies show evidence of child birth and breasts sag as much as the belly.
Good question?
I know why. It is a secret that usually only mature women know.
Shhh don't tell!
Love the skin you are in. Women come in all shapes and sizes. We are all beautiful in some way. Although everyone may not think my body is beautiful, the mature men, the men who what a real woman is, think i am sexy. The love of my life, my Dragon, admires my body and loves me.
When you feel confident, it shows. Walk tall and wear you Walmart clothes with style! It is all in the attitude not in the name brand on the tag or the size of your body! Have fun and enjoy life.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Another Birthday
This year I turned 40! ! ! It isn't a number I am embarrassed of. I am proud of my age. So may people don't have 40 birthdays to celebrate! Ok, celebrate is too strong of a word to use. The day passed with many greetings. About 65 on face book, a call from my mom and hugs from my family. No big party, just another day. Perfect!
It felt like any other day. School work, sewing, house cleaning and teenage drama. Errands and cooking. That suits me just fine. I don't like a lot of fuss made over anything. I'm not the center of attention. The chair over in a quiet corner of the room is my spot.
Dragon fixed his special recipe fried chicken and I had a huge all the fixins salad. Yummy! This weekend we are going to make a carrot cake and put whatever kind of candle we can find on it. It will make the kids smile and I love home made carrot cake.
Had a Ho Hum week.... Until tonight. Dragon decided that I really did need a birthday spanking this year.
Ooops.
The floggers came out and he started his pre impact speech.
You know I love you? Love you
You know I would never hurt you? yes, I trust you
What are your colors? green
Are you hurting too much for this tonight? I'm fine
And it begins. He always starts with the light doe flogger. Gentile rain across my shoulders. He took a little extra time to make sure my skin was good and warm. Then he moved to the narrow stingy cow hide. He wasn't so gentile with this one but I had no problem staying in position. It relaxed me in a way nothing else does. He used the elk briefly but I can't take much of the thud. It knocks my breath out. an asthma attack is a mood killer!
When he was done my back felt raw. Positively wonderful. No hint of punishment or TTWD to it. I think we may finally be finding our own balance with this life style. The pleasure is slowly coming back to impact play but punishment still holds a healthy fear in my mind. We are at a good place right now in our relationship. It isn't without problems but we are talking, communicating and working them out.
The stress is far from over. Dragons still hasn't found a job. Our life will be turned upside down in a matter a few months. Tempers are short and we are all feeling the stress. Threw all of this, I can see God at work. I see his hand in everything. It is comforting. Our faith brings a piece that would be have without it. Prayer is comforting and so is knowing that my Dragon is HOH. I am not alone in this. First i have my higher power, my Dragon and then the rest of my family.
One day, one hour, one minuet, one second at a time.
It felt like any other day. School work, sewing, house cleaning and teenage drama. Errands and cooking. That suits me just fine. I don't like a lot of fuss made over anything. I'm not the center of attention. The chair over in a quiet corner of the room is my spot.
Dragon fixed his special recipe fried chicken and I had a huge all the fixins salad. Yummy! This weekend we are going to make a carrot cake and put whatever kind of candle we can find on it. It will make the kids smile and I love home made carrot cake.
Had a Ho Hum week.... Until tonight. Dragon decided that I really did need a birthday spanking this year.
Ooops.
The floggers came out and he started his pre impact speech.
You know I love you? Love you
You know I would never hurt you? yes, I trust you
What are your colors? green
Are you hurting too much for this tonight? I'm fine
And it begins. He always starts with the light doe flogger. Gentile rain across my shoulders. He took a little extra time to make sure my skin was good and warm. Then he moved to the narrow stingy cow hide. He wasn't so gentile with this one but I had no problem staying in position. It relaxed me in a way nothing else does. He used the elk briefly but I can't take much of the thud. It knocks my breath out. an asthma attack is a mood killer!
When he was done my back felt raw. Positively wonderful. No hint of punishment or TTWD to it. I think we may finally be finding our own balance with this life style. The pleasure is slowly coming back to impact play but punishment still holds a healthy fear in my mind. We are at a good place right now in our relationship. It isn't without problems but we are talking, communicating and working them out.
The stress is far from over. Dragons still hasn't found a job. Our life will be turned upside down in a matter a few months. Tempers are short and we are all feeling the stress. Threw all of this, I can see God at work. I see his hand in everything. It is comforting. Our faith brings a piece that would be have without it. Prayer is comforting and so is knowing that my Dragon is HOH. I am not alone in this. First i have my higher power, my Dragon and then the rest of my family.
One day, one hour, one minuet, one second at a time.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
fingers crossed
The weather has warmed up and Dragon is cleaning in the garage. Fingers crossed for an OTK in the garage. We don't have to worry as much about noise out there. He turns on this compressor and that is loud enough to mask any noise.
I am in need of a good OTK spanking
Getting worried now. He went out of his way to show me that the chair used for OTK is again accessible and the paddle is sitting within easy reach. I want it. I need it but do I? Spanking hurts. What kind of crazy person wants this. Sigh. Too late now.
I am in need of a good OTK spanking
Getting worried now. He went out of his way to show me that the chair used for OTK is again accessible and the paddle is sitting within easy reach. I want it. I need it but do I? Spanking hurts. What kind of crazy person wants this. Sigh. Too late now.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
My Favorite Spanking Position
This has been a question commonly asked by men on line. It is one of the first questions asked. Hmmm. Really? I don't know you. Just told you I am married and a conservative christian and you are going to ask me that?
I admit, I'm not surprised by the question anymore. These men are disappointed. I don't answer it for them. I cut the poor men off at their literary heels. Poor things.
I have decided to answer that question here. In my own little corner of blog land I am going to answer the question that is on the mind of every man who finds out I am a spanko.
My favorite position for a strait out spanking of any kind is OTK. Wheather it is for punishment or pleasure. Being in that most vulnerable position puts me in a more submissive state of mind from the very beginning. Naked or with my pants and panties lowered just below the sit spot. My favorite implement is a wooden paddle. Walnut is the current favorite but that does change.
For flogging I enjoy several positions. Tied to a Saint Andrews cross, restrained under a suspension beam, laying down on a bed, standing against a wall or laying across a spanking bench. I have three floggers I like and several others that usually sit to the side. A soft doe leather that is good for a warm up. A thicker elk hide that has a good thud to it. And the snake is thud and sting. It leaves the tiger stripes. The silky rope flogger sits to the side most of the time. The small black rubber flogger is used for more delicate places. The rawhide key chain flogger was a good starter toy but doesn't do much for me now. The horse hair flogger hasn't been finished yet. I keep forgetting about the tail and remains rubber banded together in my naughty craft box. The loopy Johnny make out of auto vacuum hose was too much and is now filed under G. That is G for Garbage!
I admit, I'm not surprised by the question anymore. These men are disappointed. I don't answer it for them. I cut the poor men off at their literary heels. Poor things.
I have decided to answer that question here. In my own little corner of blog land I am going to answer the question that is on the mind of every man who finds out I am a spanko.
My favorite position for a strait out spanking of any kind is OTK. Wheather it is for punishment or pleasure. Being in that most vulnerable position puts me in a more submissive state of mind from the very beginning. Naked or with my pants and panties lowered just below the sit spot. My favorite implement is a wooden paddle. Walnut is the current favorite but that does change.
For flogging I enjoy several positions. Tied to a Saint Andrews cross, restrained under a suspension beam, laying down on a bed, standing against a wall or laying across a spanking bench. I have three floggers I like and several others that usually sit to the side. A soft doe leather that is good for a warm up. A thicker elk hide that has a good thud to it. And the snake is thud and sting. It leaves the tiger stripes. The silky rope flogger sits to the side most of the time. The small black rubber flogger is used for more delicate places. The rawhide key chain flogger was a good starter toy but doesn't do much for me now. The horse hair flogger hasn't been finished yet. I keep forgetting about the tail and remains rubber banded together in my naughty craft box. The loopy Johnny make out of auto vacuum hose was too much and is now filed under G. That is G for Garbage!
Friday, March 9, 2012
Out of the mouths of children
My Flower came to me today, concerned and rightly so.
"Mommy, how will I recognize Mam-maw and Pap-paw. I don't remember them."
Those words broke my heart. The distance between my family and my in-laws is not my doing. She doesn't like me and never has. From the very first meeting, I couldn't do anything right in M's eyes. You see, she plays favorites. And my husband never was her "favorite". So I was doomed before we ever met. She has a list of grievances against my husband that go back his entire 39 year life span. Thankfully, she has only been keeping a list on me for a 19 years.
She loves to bring up things that happened years ago. Things that are over with and forgotten. Things that we thought were over and done with. Nope. She is keeping a list and pulls it out when she feels slighted. She flies all over the place visiting her other grandchildren and kids. Yet she refuses our invitations. We have given up inviting her to our home.
Flower is 12 now. She was 4 the last time she saw her grandmother.
Can you imagine how the rest of that conversation went? Here is my response and what I remember of our conversation.
Me
Your grandmother doesn't like me very much and that is ok. You can't expect everyone you meet in your lifetime to like you. Sometimes there are things about other people that you have to learn how to accept and keep on loving them anyway. This is one of those things. It is a part of who she is.
Flower
But that isn't a reason for me to be unkind to her.
(my jaw dropped to my chest. WOW! ! ! I was getting to that part but she got there first!)
Me
I expect you to be kind to her. After all she is your grand mother.
Flower
Does she love me?
Me
I don't know baby girl. She doesn't know us. But I am sure that she does. (hope so anyway) Don't forget how her behavior makes you feel. And try your very best to never make anyone feel that way. Even if she is mean to mommy or daddy you still have to be nice to her. It doesn't matter how other people treat you. You should always show kindness.
Flower
I know Mommy.
I don't think I could have handled this any differently. The kids know what is going on. They see M traveling all over the country visiting her other grand children. They know when I "fake" a gift from M under the tree. What else can I do? I won't lie to the kids but I don't want to turn them against their grandparents either.
I was honest, to the point and as kind as I could possible be in the situation. Don't know...
Before we could make arrangements for them to have a room in our house, a cabin at the lake or condo, they reserved a room. My mother sleeps on the couch when she visits or I give up my bed.
The kids will see. They will know. But they will also see by my actions that it is ok. They will see her rudeness and my kindness in response. I will act like the lady I was raised to be and I expect my children to do the same. and secretly, in my imagination, I will be pulling her hair out by the roots
I am so proud of my children. And M's son that she doesn't want anything to do with? I think he was a fine catch. I am happy he is mine. makes me want to kick her teeth in every time she says something mean to him.
It is time for me to put on my sugar sweet southern bell hat. Put that whang in my accent that I drop up here close to the Canadian border and remember how I was raised! I can cuss you out and you will say thank you. Insult you and make it sound like a compliment. Past on a fake southern sweet tea smile and you will never know that it would me greatest pleasure to kick you in the teeth. I will act like a lady and let her embarrass herself. The people that are attending the ceremony in a few months know me and my husband. They respect both of us. If she acts out of line, I won't have to lift a finger or say a word. There will be plenty of men there to take care of any problems she may cause.
"Mommy, how will I recognize Mam-maw and Pap-paw. I don't remember them."
Those words broke my heart. The distance between my family and my in-laws is not my doing. She doesn't like me and never has. From the very first meeting, I couldn't do anything right in M's eyes. You see, she plays favorites. And my husband never was her "favorite". So I was doomed before we ever met. She has a list of grievances against my husband that go back his entire 39 year life span. Thankfully, she has only been keeping a list on me for a 19 years.
She loves to bring up things that happened years ago. Things that are over with and forgotten. Things that we thought were over and done with. Nope. She is keeping a list and pulls it out when she feels slighted. She flies all over the place visiting her other grandchildren and kids. Yet she refuses our invitations. We have given up inviting her to our home.
Flower is 12 now. She was 4 the last time she saw her grandmother.
Can you imagine how the rest of that conversation went? Here is my response and what I remember of our conversation.
Me
Your grandmother doesn't like me very much and that is ok. You can't expect everyone you meet in your lifetime to like you. Sometimes there are things about other people that you have to learn how to accept and keep on loving them anyway. This is one of those things. It is a part of who she is.
Flower
But that isn't a reason for me to be unkind to her.
(my jaw dropped to my chest. WOW! ! ! I was getting to that part but she got there first!)
Me
I expect you to be kind to her. After all she is your grand mother.
Flower
Does she love me?
Me
I don't know baby girl. She doesn't know us. But I am sure that she does. (hope so anyway) Don't forget how her behavior makes you feel. And try your very best to never make anyone feel that way. Even if she is mean to mommy or daddy you still have to be nice to her. It doesn't matter how other people treat you. You should always show kindness.
Flower
I know Mommy.
I don't think I could have handled this any differently. The kids know what is going on. They see M traveling all over the country visiting her other grand children. They know when I "fake" a gift from M under the tree. What else can I do? I won't lie to the kids but I don't want to turn them against their grandparents either.
I was honest, to the point and as kind as I could possible be in the situation. Don't know...
Before we could make arrangements for them to have a room in our house, a cabin at the lake or condo, they reserved a room. My mother sleeps on the couch when she visits or I give up my bed.
The kids will see. They will know. But they will also see by my actions that it is ok. They will see her rudeness and my kindness in response. I will act like the lady I was raised to be and I expect my children to do the same. and secretly, in my imagination, I will be pulling her hair out by the roots
I am so proud of my children. And M's son that she doesn't want anything to do with? I think he was a fine catch. I am happy he is mine. makes me want to kick her teeth in every time she says something mean to him.
It is time for me to put on my sugar sweet southern bell hat. Put that whang in my accent that I drop up here close to the Canadian border and remember how I was raised! I can cuss you out and you will say thank you. Insult you and make it sound like a compliment. Past on a fake southern sweet tea smile and you will never know that it would me greatest pleasure to kick you in the teeth. I will act like a lady and let her embarrass herself. The people that are attending the ceremony in a few months know me and my husband. They respect both of us. If she acts out of line, I won't have to lift a finger or say a word. There will be plenty of men there to take care of any problems she may cause.
Fail????
Ok. I don't do Friday Fail normally but this I couldn't resist. Not sure how big of a fail this is.
As a spanko and an admirer of the female posterior I love it. However the maternal side of me says ..... FAIL! ! ! Imagine me trying to cover the eyes of all four of my children. At a stately 10 years old, I don't think anything would succeed in pulling my sons eyes away from this giant posterior.
To give credit where credit is due. I pulled this off of a face book page called Rev. Doc
Friday, March 2, 2012
Hey Dude! ! !
OPEN YOUR EYES! ! !
That was disrespectful and I deserve a P.
Hey, I was being lazy and made up a lame excuse. Call me on it! ! !
Umm..... Dragon, what I did just now? That was really dangerous.
Are you going to let me get away with that? Really? WOW.... ok then.
Dragon,that really wasn't your fault. I was being a bitch and played the blame game on you.
Still trying to understand all this stress stuff. I'm still trying to be helpful but I don't know how to cope with change. Isn't it strange? When I need him the most, he needs me too. We both need what the other is unable to give. I need him pulling me back from the void. He needs me to keep the house running smooth while he rides out the storm of job hunting.
He is in the boat without a paddle and I am over board floundering in the huge tsunami waves of life.
He is trying to shield me from this. To protect me and make it easy.
Is that really what I need? I know I should probably trust him but I have to think, "hey girl, you can do better than this."
If he cracked down on me the way "I" think he should, I would probably hide under the bed.
And WHEN am I supposed to have this TALK with him? He took one of the kids out on a daddy date tonight. I get a girl date with pooh sometime soon. She wants to try on dresses. (do you know how hard it is to find a cute size 2 anything?) Not ever sure I should talk to Dragon about this right now. He has had two phone interviews and few more applications go to stage 2. Not sure what that means but ok.
His boat is about to be swamped and I am already in over my head. Can someone please throw me a life saver?
please????
Update! He is home now and I shared my post with him. I was afraid of trying to say it out loud. More excuses. This way he knows what is on my mind without the whine. No idea what he is going to do with this . I'll have to wait and see.
That was disrespectful and I deserve a P.
Hey, I was being lazy and made up a lame excuse. Call me on it! ! !
Umm..... Dragon, what I did just now? That was really dangerous.
Are you going to let me get away with that? Really? WOW.... ok then.
Dragon,that really wasn't your fault. I was being a bitch and played the blame game on you.
Still trying to understand all this stress stuff. I'm still trying to be helpful but I don't know how to cope with change. Isn't it strange? When I need him the most, he needs me too. We both need what the other is unable to give. I need him pulling me back from the void. He needs me to keep the house running smooth while he rides out the storm of job hunting.
He is in the boat without a paddle and I am over board floundering in the huge tsunami waves of life.
He is trying to shield me from this. To protect me and make it easy.
Is that really what I need? I know I should probably trust him but I have to think, "hey girl, you can do better than this."
If he cracked down on me the way "I" think he should, I would probably hide under the bed.
And WHEN am I supposed to have this TALK with him? He took one of the kids out on a daddy date tonight. I get a girl date with pooh sometime soon. She wants to try on dresses. (do you know how hard it is to find a cute size 2 anything?) Not ever sure I should talk to Dragon about this right now. He has had two phone interviews and few more applications go to stage 2. Not sure what that means but ok.
His boat is about to be swamped and I am already in over my head. Can someone please throw me a life saver?
please????
Update! He is home now and I shared my post with him. I was afraid of trying to say it out loud. More excuses. This way he knows what is on my mind without the whine. No idea what he is going to do with this . I'll have to wait and see.
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