I Can't Help Myself

1. If one Hitachi Magic wand produces multiple orgasms in one hour, how many orgasms are produced by 3 wands in 2 1/2 hours?
2. How many orgasms would be produced by 2 wands and a spanking in 1/2 hour?
3. If it takes 21.5 seconds for the HMW (Hitachi Magic Wand) to produce an orgasm on low speed, how long does it take to produce the same orgasm on high speed?
4. If one out of three women own a HMW, how many wands might we expect to find in a room of 250 women?
5. How many HMW can be plugged in within a room without blowing a fuse or tripping a breaker?
6. How many times does one need to use the wand before becoming hopelessly and permanently addicted? Is it possible to ever break the addiction?
7. Why does it only come in white? Why not a choice of colors? Pink would be lovely if you ask me.
8. Why did I not know about this wonderful little beast until I started blogging?
9. What does one do if the power goes out unexpectedly?
10. How many of the little devils have you personally gone through? (I do suppose they wear out eventually)

Danger, Danger, Danger

Elis, Remember when you said I should put a warning on these things??

THIS is your warning!!!!!

Scroll down to the next post if you dare........................

Three Words and a Picture

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The Third Toy

Laugh... I know you want to!!
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Remember my promised post about the third toy? It's nothing exciting really. It's just something we decided to throw into the mix at the last minute. There was a whole display of them in the toy store.


See, I've been a fan of those little vibrating silver bullets ever since I learned what they are so this particular find couldn't be resisted. They came in all colors and shapes. We picked a blue dolphin similar to what's shown in the picture. It's just a simple rubbery cover for a bullet. No big deal.


Or so I thought.


When we slipped it on to a bullet and fired 'er up the tingle of the dolphin's nose was quite interesting. In no time we had me deeply entranced by its affect to the private parts. We went on to have some great sex. Yes, there was a spanking too that night but that's not the point of this post. So what if this is a spanking blog. This post is about the dolphin.


It really was wonderful and changed the whole feel of the bullet. It gave it a softer, more sensual feel. Later as I drifted off to sleep I was suddenly, unexpectedly wide awake and VERY aware of the possibility of being allergic to latex.

Dang.

I burned... and itched and I was completely consumed by the torment. I wanted to sleep but there was no way.


My twisting and turning finally woke Adam. I told him I was going to soak just to get some relief. I filled the party tub and climbed in fast. He was right there with me. He's good like that... he's always right by my side when I'm in need.


Ahhhhhhhh......


The bath provided instant relief so we stayed in the tub forever. We talked and talked. That was the best part. Among other things we talked about the possibility of a latex allergy (which would be completely new news to me to find that I'm allergic) and that maybe it's just those "sensitive spots" seeing as things such as latex gloves don't bother me (hair dye, folks, hair dye).


As the water cooled and we drained the tub, I felt relieved enough to go back to bed. But then not even FIVE minutes later it started AGAIN!!! It was frustrating, believe me.


I was grasping at straws when I told Adam that I thought maybe it could possibly be from not shaving the girly stuff that day. But I had missed other days and not had this kind of a problem.... in desperation, I got up again, went to the shower and gave it a quick going over with the razor.


Hmmmm... that solved it. I'm not sure WHY that solved it because I'm still not convinced that it wasn't that dolphin.... or perhaps a combination of not shaving, the dolphin, and the remnants of good sex. It had never happened before and hasn't happened since. I am too afraid to try the dolphin again but would really like to know. If I try and it's okay I'll be GLAD cuz I really liked that little blue guy. BUT if I try again and get burnt again, then I would feel pretty stupid.


So tell me... what would you do? Try the dolphin again? Don't?

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And this post pretty much concludes the vacation... unless something pops into my head at a later time.

Tuesday and The Letter J

It's gratitude Tuesday so here's my J list.....



Java in the morning - now that I have to go back to work it's a must have for the morning commute.


Jesus - I do believe He died to save me.


Job - even though I've whined about returning to work I am thankful for an awesome place to work.


Jokes - who doesn't need a good laugh now and then?


Jingle Bells - and everything else Christmas.


Jelly - perfect for on toast in the morning.


June, July - and August


Jacket - that means it's fall which is my favorite season


Jack - o - lantern - another fallish thing


Jeans - we get to wear them to work once in a while

You Gotta See This

Go visit Grace !!

Blog That

I'm not sure exactly where this post will go. I'm feeling random today.

At the end of the trip we spent the last two nights at a beautiful old inn where we celebrated our wedding anniversary. It was calm. Peaceful. There was not much to do but spend time with each other watching the river go buy. Literally, we could spit in it from our balcony window. We didn't. We just could have if we'd wanted to.

We did take a morning and travel to a quaint large small town (or maybe it's a small large town) about 40 miles from where we were staying. That was fun. We walked across one of our country's major rivers on a foot bridge. That was a bit scary. I don't like heights. I also don't like water if I can't stand in it and see my toes. In other words, if it's not swimming pool blue, it kind of freaks me out. Still it was fun.

We ate lunch at a tavern that specialized in fried bologna sandwiches. Okay so it's not the best healthy thing to eat for lunch but it sure was good. The bologna was about a quarter inch thick and topped with tons of things. Good stuff.

It was just a nice, nice trip filled with nice random moments.

The room was beautiful complete with a jacuzzi large enough for a party. Although I don't think you'd want more than two people in it. There was a sign posted that said something about "to avoid embarrassment don't sit in front of where the water flows into the tub" ...not the jets. It didn't mean that. It meant when you fill it or run the jets and the water cycles. Apparently if you sit in front of those two places the water backs up and floods the dinning room below and they have to call and tell you to move away from those danger areas.

Needless to say we were plenty cautious about that. Remember that "third toy" I promised to blog about? Yes? Well I'm getting to that... planning it for the day after tomorrow. Anyhow. after we used this third toy for the first time we got in the tub and stayed there for a long time..... until the water got cold. It was nice. We talked and laughed and just enjoyed the time.

The walls were thick so the spanking that first night was uninhibited. That was when Adam's comfort level with the crop began to settle in. He delivered blows at varying intensity levels and for me, that's the ultimate... to just not know what's coming next.

On our last morning, as we lay in bed talking about the final leg of the trip home and how very MUCH we did NOT want to go home Adam was the first to make the effort to get ready to leave. I guess maybe you had to be there but we got to talking about this blog and he told me that he's so glad that I didn't hide it from him and that he's able to read it every day. Yeah, me too. But then as he got out of bed, he smacked my bottom hard and said "Blog THAT!!"

I guess that was special to me because there was a time when we didn't get along. This went on starting at about year 11 of our marriage. He seemed to resent and want to control every move I made. Finally about year 20 he woke up and realized how he was on the edge of destroying us and that wasn't at all what he wanted. It wasn't what I wanted either but I didn't know how to tell him... to get through to him. It wasn't for lack of trying, that's for sure. I think maybe it was just something he had to see on his own.

When he finally woke up and started to make changes, I didn't trust him one bit. It took over a year of him behaving perfectly before I began to relax. We talked about how there was a time I couldn't have let him know about this type of blog. I would have had to hide it from him. He would have found out. We would have fought about it. It's only been recently that I've been able to NOT tense up and feel the old suffocation when I see him reading it or if he asks me about something in it.

It's nice. This blog is actually just one more thing that he and I can openly share and I'm so very glad. It's nice to have him see what I'm truly trying to say about our relationship. It's nice when he doesn't quiz me about things I've said in it and make me feel that I'm being interrogated. We've come a long, long way baby!! I love him so very much. I've said something similar before but I want to say it again... even though I always loved him, I for sure have not always liked him. I do like him now. He's my bestest bud.

I guess too it saddens me to think what many couples miss out on. Now I know... there are some times when there's no option but to divorce, but I also know that many couples call it quits because they think it's over when they hit rough spots. Our rough spot was 9 years long followed by 2 years of uphill climbing (which is when I began to like him again). But here we are now free falling miles above the mountains and the view is spectacular.

Tomorrow... August twenty ninth... that's the day.

Happy 25th babe, I'd do it all over again if you asked.



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And yes, the pictures were taken on this last part of our trip.

That First Crop Night

So there we were. A brand spanking new crop (pun intended) was ours. As we drove on discussing how much further (not much) we wanted to drive before stopping for the night the anticipation was mounting. I’d be a complete liar if I said things were not getting hot, wet, and hard.

Finally we stopped at a nice looking hotel. We got checked in and then returned to the car for our stuff.

Before I can tell you any more I need to give you some back ground info.

First off, I had packed a small suitcase that was to be used for those nights when we were going to just crash and get up and back on the road. I didn’t want to have to lug the big suitcase or the garment bag into the hotel. Also, a while back when we’d stayed at a hotel the pillows were ridiculously thin.

Are you kidding me?

I sleep with three HUGE thick pillows. Adam has two. When we asked for more, they gave us two more overly thin ones. We ended up going to the local Walmart and buying some just to make it through that trip.

This time was different. You know those bed in a bag things you can get from Walmart and Target? They come in thick, sturdy plastic that zips shut and has a handle. You know what I’m talking about? Okay so I had crammed our five pillows into that queen sized bed in a bag-bag and zipped it shut. Barely.

Picture it. Two people entering a hotel carrying a small suitcase, a clear bag full of pillows, a small toiletry bag … and…. A crop.

Now wait.

Maybe you might openly carry a crop into a hotel. And even though I am proud of my new toy…. I’m not THAT proud. So here’s the dilemma…It could have fit easily into the large suitcase or garment bag. I – however – was determined to NOT carry those items in with us. The toiletry bag and small suitcase were way too small. That left the pillow bag.

Okay. So it fit. Big deal. The bag is CLEAR.

Adam was determined. He managed to get it in there between the pillows where it was entirely concealed from public view.

We were set.

We made our way past the front desk smiling, nodding, and greeting the staff as they wished us a good night. We easily found our room.

I don’t remember at all if it was me or Adam who spied this first… I just know that after the initial horror, shock and embarrassment wore off we laughed harder than we’d been laughing all day at breast-takingly boobiful.

Do you even need told what had poked a hole in the bag and was sticking a good six inches straight up out of it?

Oh, the humiliation.

And then I thought… what would Bonnie do? Elis? CeeCi? Tigger? Grace? SuZQ? Sky? I then did the only thing I could… I did what I believe all of these fine ladies (and many others) would have done.

I removed the crop from the bag. I handed it over to Adam. I bent over. And then I took it on the rear.

I gotta tell ya.... That crop is going to be a favorite for a long time to come. Adam has covered every inch of my body with it… tickling, teasing, rubbing. And the spanking places? Well you know what he does to those. The intensity level is never the same. It’s just an awesome, awesome item. I mean really.. he never puts it down… even during sex… YOU try being on your knees, being entered from behind when suddenly you feel… and can see this thing slipping across the breast and rubbing the nipples. Man. Oh…. Man.

So anyhow, that pretty much covers our first night with the crop. And, oh, I took a picture of it… just for you. Okay so it’s a crop.. a lot like every other crop… except this one’s MINE… OURS. It's a bit out of proportion because of the angle I took it at. The little flappy thing on the end isn't quite as big as it would seem from looking at the picture. It's just your average crop.

Toy Store Visit

Adam said all along that he remembers one particular state being loaded with Adult Toy Stores and that as soon as we crossed over from our home state, I was to begin watching for a specific store.

And then he named it.

He freakin' named it!!! How in the world did he know the exact name of a Toy Store 8 hours from home? I wasn't surprised though.

The last time we'd traveled this way was over a year ago with two of our pretty much grown children traveling with us. He'd been on the look out even back then, the little pervert... er.. I mean sneak!!

Sure enough, as soon as we pulled onto the highway after stopping for a quick supper there it was. No, not the store... it was the largest billboard ever informing us we were 52 miles from the store he wanted.

By the time we drove those 52 miles it was dark. The store was rather secluded in that there was nothing else at this exit. Not even a gas station. We pulled in and found a couple cars in the parking lot. They weren't from the same state as us so I was breathing easy. And besides, as everyone says, if you see someone that you know in a store such as this well.... what are THEY doing there? I wasn't worried.

It was a nice clean store with just about everything imaginable.... or at least my brain couldn't fathom much more than what was stretched out before us.

As we entered the store I looked toward the counter and there was a couple ... oh, wow... I could not believe it!! I almost laughed out loud. See, this couple looked to be 60-something. I couldn't believe my luck.

I knew it!!! I knew right away WHO I was looking at.

I wanted to walk over to the lady and say "Cassie? How did you get Tom to bring you here?" I knew the chances of it REALLY being Cassie were nil, none, nada. Okay maybe slightly better than that but not much.

I looked away. I couldn't look her in the eye. I knew she would know that I am Eva. I'm thinking at that point I would just lie and tell her I'm Bonnie. After all, everyone knows Bonnie was on vacation, right? By the time I looked back wanting to know what they were purchasing, they were gone. They had made their purchase and left. And I had missed my chance to actually meet and talk to Cassie. Dang.

We found the floggers and crops. I knew instantly a crop was soon to be mine... OURS!! Of course though Adam wanted to look around more. He didn't want to just buy it without looking at everything else. Okay, so I wanted to look too. I had something else in mind. Neither of us was interested in buying just ONE toy.. not with the feast before us.

And as we looked, a couple things happened. First, I came to realize that Sky is right... try before you buy is a good idea. As we walked through the store he kept whacking me with the crop and then laughing. I was laughing too. The clerk was a young man...a mere BOY. He couldn't have been more than 21. I wonder what he was thinking watching this tall sexy man whacking his overweight wife with a crop! And I knew.. it was right for us.

Very right.

And then.... something else happened....

In walked another couple and this time I accidentally made eye contact with the lady and thought "Grace?"

It can't be.

"Bossman?"

NOooooooo.....

It just can't be.... But... but it sure looked like them!!!

I watched them without them knowing that I was watching them. They roamed around without really appearing to look at anything specific. I think they were waiting to have the store to themselves. They seemed somewhat uncomfortable and that's when I realized it couldn't possibly be Grace. If she was the real true Grace, she'd have been ripping the place up, buying one of everything and shouting about school being back in session.... or something like that.

Meanwhile Adam was NOT ready to go yet.

We found him this neat little gizmo. It has a name but I can't remember it. Basically it's a cock ring with a bullet attached. It was too good of a deal to pass up. What's one more vibrating object in the collection anyhow? And one last little five dollar purchase that I will blog about later. It's deserving of it's very own blog entry but probably not at all for the reasons you would suspect.

And then..... just as we were checking out, in walked another couple.... this time right before my very eyes appeared Elis and Nick. This just kept on getting better and better.. Cassie... then Grace and now Elis. I couldn't even watch. I KNEW they had to be headed for the floggers where just moments ago Adam and I had stood eyeing the crops.

At that point though all I could do was hang my head and walk to the car. I just couldn't look at them. And besides, I was afraid the next one through the door might be Bonnie.

When it was said and done we'd bought three new toys and spent about forty minutes in the store. It was fun, as those toy store trips always are. Adam could blow the paycheck in one of those places. I - on the other hand - tend to be overwhelmed if we get too much. Like a kid on Christmas morning I don't know which to play with first and try to play with it all at once. For sure though the crop would top any list.

More tomorrow about the crop....

Breast-takingly Boobiful

On the day we left it seemed as though we'd never get going. We were up, anxious and ready to go like two kids taking a trip to Six Flags!!

The suitcases were packed. I was certain I hadn't forgotten anything.

And there we sat.

Waiting.

And waiting.

The problem - however - was that I had a doctor's appointment at one that afternoon. My doctor, like most, is difficult to get an appointment with. Once I have one, I don't mess with that. I was going.... vacation or no vacation.

Finally the appointment was here and gone and we were on the road.

We talked. We laughed. We reminisced.

And never - not even once - did we turn on the radio or CD player. Honest. Not once.

We talked about the last 25 years and dreamed about the next 25.

We talked about our spanking life and what a difference it's made in our lives. Adam even said "I wish I would have known when we got married what a difference spanking would make. It would have saved us a lot of grief"

True dat.

We hadn't traveled far when we started taking in scenery such as the above picture. With the first awesome sight Adam made a comment about the "breathtaking" scenery. I agreed. It was beautiful.

The next time however when he was about to comment I sensed the orneriness in his voice as he stumbled on his words: "Isn't that b...b...bbbbb....bbbbb....."

Finally I said it for him.

"Breathtaking?"

"No. Breast-taking!!"

Okay.

Call us weird.

I don't care.

We never laughed so hard in all our lives.

Breast-taking.

Yes, indeed.

Not only did "breast-taking" become the word of the trip, it was soon after closely followed by "boobiful."

Weird? Yes. I know this.

The rest of the trip was indeed "breast-takingly boobiful." There are no other words to describe it.

Not the details you were looking for? Then tune in tomorrow for our trip to the toy store.

Grrrrrrr............. and then some!!

For those of you who - like myself - have experienced trouble uploading pictures, read this. I discovered it AFTER I found the solution on my own. Hours wasted. Frustrations mounted. I hope I can save just one of you the grief I've experienced since I got home last night!!

The Night Before We Left

I couldn't help it.

There were many last minute details and things to take care of. It - feeling overwhelmed - was enough to make anyone cranky. I thought I had remembered everything. I had things piled by the door ready to load into the car.

But the stress.... did I remember my meds? Where was the money? The Credit cards?

And then there was the stress of making sure all electrical things were turned off.... the cats had to be cared for... the mail....

Stress. I guess this sort is necessary in order to achieve the relaxation desired.

And you know, Adam is getting better and better at this lifestyle. He decided the night before we left that I was entirely too cranky for his taste. He said something about needing to start the vacation off right.

Shortly after his decision he was sound asleep. And I was at the computer sitting on a pillow.

It amazes me how far he's come. When I first made it known to him that I wanted/needed this lifestyle he was rather.... well... wimpy about it.

Don't get me wrong. I do appreciate the fact that he didn't want to hurt me but really I knew it was supposed to hurt. I WANTED it to hurt. And in time he has come to see that.

And you know what else? He's starting to see that it's within his power to adjust my mood with a few... or many... good hard swings of nearly anything. And it amazed me as I sat there that night before we left tying up loose ends on the computer just how much my mood had changed.

The best part is knowing that he sees it now. He knows that bad, cranky mood swings can easily be dealt with. He is able to tell now when I need spanked and that is so awesome. He even sees it sometimes before I get that "please spank me" feeling.

So I'm rambling but my point here is that before the vacation even started he had me over his knee.... right where I belong and long to be.

More tomorrow!!!

Try Before You Buy

Try before you buy!!!

That seems to be Sky's personal motto.

But...

But........

But............

HOW does one do that?

"Excuse us Mr. and Miss Adult Store Clerks but do you have a back room where he can spank my ass?"

The worst part is, that's probably not something they have never heard.

Would they keep a straight face as they tell us no? Or worse - as they direct us to a place of privacy?

And let's suppose for a minute that we decide said item isn't for us and we want to try something else. Do they permit more than one item in their back rooms? Is it like trying on clothes? Limit 3 please. Or will we have to return each item before choosing another?

"Okay. I'll take these two floggers and that crop in with me. Are you sure I can't take more than three cuz I'd really like to try that pink furry paddle too."

Oh, the humiliation.

And what about other toys? How you gonna try a vibe before you buy? And really, I dunno about you but I don't think I care to try or buy any object typically used on the girlie parts that the store has allowed others to try. I mean what if they tried but didn't buy?

Ewe.

But on the other hand, I definitely see Sky's wisdom. I don't want to buy something so stinking wrong for us that it never gets used. And I don't want to pass up something that would be wonderful.

So Sky!!! My friend.. I'm challenging you to write a response to this in your own blog. I'm sure I'm not the only one needing advice on this try before you buy concept.

(This post was written BV [before vacation] and I have yet to venture out there to see what you all have been up to sooooo... take it for what it's worth. AND yes, there will be some vacation details coming soon)

Vacation Update!!!

Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got a chance to sneak on here!!!!!

Hope everyone is doing GREAT!!!!

We're having a great time!!! Wish you all were here!!

I'll be back to regular posting by Thursday at the latest. We've had a few interesting occurrences that I can't wait to tell you all about but want to wait until I have time to tell the stories properly.

Today my daughter and hubby are out antiquing. It is very very hot where we are so I opted to stay in the air conditioning. We leave tomorrow for the 2nd leg of our journey. We'll spend one night at a random hotel somewhere and then head to a B&B for a couple nights to celebrate our 25th. And yes, in case you're wondering we did pick up an awesome new toy. Can't wait to tell you about it and our toy store trip.

I miss you all!!!!!

Vacation!!!!

Adam and I are taking a week to ourselves. You probably already knew that. Anyhow, we leave this afternoon and will be back one week from today.

I'm hoping the next 7 days go something like this video.... well .. sort of, anyhow. Too bad we're not actually going anywhere near water.... not even close unless crossing the Mississippi River counts!!

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Who else?

Who else but you - my spanking buddies - can I go to with this question?

The panic is setting in.

We leave tomorrow.

Of the next 7 nights 4 will be spent in a hotel or inn of some sort or another.

We also plan to stop at the first toy store we see after we get out of our own county. Hey. It just occurred to me why you find those stores near highways with "Adult" written in huge letters on the roof. Duh.

Anyhow, Ummmm... I do not want to be heard. How thin are the walls? Do you just say "screw it" and go for it since you're leaving anyhow? or do you not dare spank there? Seems I remember reading a post by Bethie either on her blog or in The Spanking Den where she talked of her husband actually stealing one of the mini blind rods and taking it home with them so I know that they at least have spanked in hotels.

Just talk to me. Tell me what you know. What you think. What you think you know. I want to hear it. And do it now cuz we leave in about 24 hours!!!

Gratitude Tuesday

Even though I will be missing next Tuesday, I wanted to join the fun now. This whole concept gives me warm fuzzies. So if I am understanding this correctly today would be H? Or any letter I want but I like H and want to play with everyone else.

Here's my list:

Hands - without them, everything would be a struggle

Harmony - not just for making music beautiful but for making everything beautiful

Hints - sometimes I just don't get it and need help

Haircut - Remember this? I FINALLY got a haircut yesterday.

Happiness - be sad, lonely, scared, oppressed, hurting for just one day and happiness becomes invaluable

Hard ons - hehehehehe... couldn't resist

Horny - Aw come on, you know it had to come along with the hard on!! What good's the hard on without it?

Hammock - Just made for a lazy summer day

High Five - especially sweet and useful when two gang up on one (in fun of course)

Hearts - the kind that beat in our chests, the kind that kids cut out on V-day, the kind that decorate an anniversary card, any kind at all

Honesty - without it, we're all screwed

Hippopotamus - click here.. need I say more? (click play when you get there)

Hard drive - Do we all remember the days when it was floppies only?

Hacky Sack - Occupies kids who might otherwise be doing things they shouldn't.

Is This What You Would Call a Rant?

By nature I am a home body.

It takes a lot to get me out of the house unless it's for something mandatory such as... oh, I dunno... my job. I also admit that once out of the house, if you get me that far, I am fine and usually have a good time. Typically though I'm content to stay home, play on the computer, run the vacuum, play with the animals, play with Adam, etc.

I didn't know it meant that much to me.

We married off a child a month or so ago. One down. More to go. Long before that Adam talked of getting away at the end of summer. He knew he'd be needing a break from his job and we both could use time away. Besides, we hadn't been on a road trip - just the two of us - since our honeymoon.

So the plans were made. We would leave in the middle of the week and return on the same day the following week. Part of the time we'd be visiting our daughter who lives a sun up to sundown drive away... if you're traveling in the summer. If you travel in the winter you'll leave in the dark, arrive in the dark.

Seeing as we're old though and in no hurry we plan to split the drive into two days. And then when we leave our daughter's we have reservations for a couple nights at a romantic little getaway in the southern part of our own state.

The day after we return home, I return to work. Goodie.

The plans have been made. Adam has talked of little else all summer. He says things such as "I can't wait to just get in the car with you and GO!" I like being in the car with him too so as much as my homebody instinct says "I don't wanna go" I know that I will have a blast on the road all alone with my husband. Besides, that romantic getaway place? Two nights.. two nights in celebration of a BIG anniversary. Twenty five years. That's a major milestone which deserves much much more but who says the celebrating will end with the trip?

So last night he gets a call from one of his board members. He talked a few minutes then headed outside to the deck. He does that when he wants privacy or just wants fresh air. I didn't mind. It gave me a chance to check blogs once last time before bed.

When he came in, the conversation was as follows:

"Who was that?"

"Bob."

"Oh, what did he want?"

"He wanted to talk to me about something."

"What?"

"Oh, it's something I had already been thinking about."

There was something weird about his voice and for a brief second I panicked thinking "Dear God, they found my blog."

So I asked:

"Can you tell me what it is?"

"Well, he thinks this is a bad time for us to go away. And I was thinking the same."

Now I understand he's got a major major project going on at work but these plans were made months ago and truthfully I can tell that Adam needs to get away. If he doesn't, he's going to crack. He needs the break so that he can come back and complete the project on time with a recharged battery.

Adam informed me that Bob even offered to send us away on a dream vacation later. Ummm... well that won't work considering I return to work the day after we are due to come home. Besides, there will ALWAYS be a big project going on.

So my reaction surprised me. I exploded. I couldn't help it. It hurt to think that after all these years that we can't even take one week ... ONE LOUSY WEEK to ourselves. I'm not a crier but I cried. It hurt that much.

What I wasn't hearing though was Adam telling me we were still going... that nothing mattered more and he wasn't going to let Bob's guilt trip sway him. All I heard was Adam saying it was something he's already thought about. We fought a little but when I started crying, I think he knew. And I told him "for you to even think about not going.... well, I don't even want to go now because I know where you're mind will be... on your dang project." And who am I kidding... his cell will ring nonstop anyhow.

So are we going? I don't know. At one point Adam said "I haven't decided.. I don't know what we're doing." Excuse me? For 6 months you've told me "just be in the car when it's time to go." And now a week before you don't know??

Well when ya figure it out, let me know.

There.

Rant done.

Now for the good part. He held me while I cried.. after we quit snapping at each other, that is. I fell asleep in his arms. About an hour later I woke in the middle of foreplay. I love it when that happens. We made love. There was some light playful spanking but nothing serious. And later as I went back to la la land he held me again and said "That just seemed like the right thing to do just now."

And it was.

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Much has transpired since I wrote this. The trip is on. Basically, Bob had no business... no say in this and we still don't know why he - a man who goes on 3 or 4 vacations a year would feel the need to make us feel guilty for our first trip alone since our honeymoon. And Adam knows two things.... he will always have some form of major project going on and if he doesn't get away soon, he's about to crack and become useless.

This One's for CeeCi

This one's just for you, CeeCi!


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Ramblin'

This blogging stuff is fun. Actually I've done my fair share of writing in the past....just not about this particular topic.

Spanking. Really.... how much can REALLY be said about it that hasn't been said already by someone, somewhere here in this vast world we call the internet? See though, the thing is, so much is new to me. I'm no expert here. I've been pestering some of you via email for advice and help and advice and more help.

What - really - do I have to add here? It's darned near impossible for me to go into the details of my sex/spanking life because it's just so .... private.... and intimate. Yet at the same time there's this driving force to connect. To know. To be. My life is richer these days because of my blog and yours. My husband reads mine daily. He probably reads yours too. I know these things by what he says and does.

I honestly don't know how I lived so long outside this world of blogging. And you know, I don't even remember how I discovered you all a month or so ago. I can't for the life of me remember the first blog I found. It was probably Bonnie's and my keywords have probably appeared on one of her keyword chaos posts.

Actually I am sure it wasn't Bonnie that I found first. In fact, Bonnie's blog didn't capture me till about the 10th time I visited it (Sorry Bonnie, I wasn't alert - LOL) <---- written before B's hiatus At any rate, I don't know how I got here. I started out looking for spanking toys, pictures, video clips and ended up here. I think it was Elis who talked about finding so much porn but then finally finding Bonnie and all the rest. That's pretty much what happened to me too.

And I knew.

I just knew that this was it. This was where I fit. I'm rambling. Babbling. They say when you don't know what to write about you should just write anyhow. That's what I've done today. It wasn't my intent to bore you but it was quite possibly my intent to avoid the spanking issue. I'm not sure why.

Maybe I shouldn't be avoiding it.

At the time I'm writing this my husband is on his last day of that VERY busy work week. I think maybe I'm feeling kind of needy and that's why I just don't want to talk about it. There's been no action in this house for about a week. Last night he rolled in way late. Got about 3 1/2 hours sleep and was back up and out the door. It's been a long week. I'm glad it's over. I'm sure he is too.

I guess I'm feeling lonely.

Neglected.

It's certainly not his fault. And it's my choice to not become involved with what he's doing. I'm definitely not blaming anyone. I'm just saying that I'm glad it's over and that things will get back to normal soon.

I want a spanking.

I need one.

There. I said it.

I probably could have skipped this entire post and just written the two lines above since that's really the point that I've been beating around the bush to get at. I'm thankful though because as I type this I can rest assured that within a few days I will probably get what I need. There was a time when I had to live with the frustration of not even being able to communicate to him that I needed his dominance in this way. I'm so glad to not be there anymore.

I'll shut up now before this becomes the never ending post.

Disclaimer: The posts on this blog are not necessarily presented in sequential order.

Under Construction

Welcome to my new home!!! SuZQ inspired me. Her blog is so lovely!!

I wanted something that was a little more unique looking. Took me a few days to find this particular template but I like it. It's crisp and simple. Lots of white space. I hope that you like it, too.

Let me show you around... there's a few things I would like to point out. First off, I know you are intelligent enough to figure these things out for yourself but honestly, I didn't want you all thinking I hadn't noticed some things.

Yes, there are things that bug me about this. First off, the font was teeny tiny when I first published. Even with my bifocals it was too small to read. I went through my most recent posts and changed the font to large or huge. If anyone knows how to permanently change that, do tell. I scrolled through the template looking for what might be it but no luck.

(Where's Bonnie when ya need her? Oh, off getting her ass spanked by Randy. Sheesh. I see how it is!!)

I got bored with changing the posts individually so I quit. I apologize. If you go back further than a week or so from here, it's gonna be small. Get the glasses on!!

Also, the font on my blog roll is small too but I'm getting used to that and might leave it even if I do figure out how to change it. I'm annoyed by blog names that take up two lines on blog rolls and tend to abbreviate them. It's nothing personal. Heck, my own is too long and I am seriously considering changing the name to just "Nothing Random" so that those of you who insist on using the entire name on your blog roll will get it to fit on one line. Kidding. It's your blog roll. You do it however you like.

Another thing that is kind of bothering me about this new look is the way the comments work. I don't like it!!!! I like just the pop up thing so once I click on comments I have to click on post a comment just to read them. They look too jumbled without the avatars.

And speaking of avatars....

I actually had planned on changing mine soon. I'd picked 3 and was going to have you all vote in a poll however, since my spoons were HUGE in this new template and I couldn't figure out how to fix that I just went ahead and changed it. Like it? (CeeCi, I had you in mind when I chose it ROFL)

One more thing which bothers me about the comments. When you go to comment it takes you away from my main blog page. I hate that. To alleviate my own stress over it, I created a link in my links. I wanted it to be the first on the list so I called it "A main page for me." It's there for my convenience but yours too if it works for you. Also, another way to get back to the main page, they offer you a "home" link at the top OR you can simply click on the title "Nothing Random...." at the top of any page.

Okay. I think that's everything. I hope you like this look. If not... well... tough. No seriously, I suppose if I were to get complaints about it, I would change back.

Rambling.

Bye. (and be sure to scroll down a hair... you've just GOT to see this video clip)

I LOVE this!!

I laughed so hard I cried.



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More, Please (aka "The Belt Story")

It was one of those anticipated days that seemed to be in no hurry to arrive. In other words, it had been a very long week and I was more than ready for some time with Adam. Finally it was here but first everyone was swarming around him asking questions about the events of the previous week. They share his excitement so I didn't mind. I knew it would be just the two of us soon. At one point though he mentioned that he might go in to work for a bit that afternoon.

Noooooo... I wanted to cry. I needed him! "Not today," I whined. He looked at me and simply said "okay." He knew that my neediness was real.

We went to lunch with some friends and relatives. The issue came up again about what needed done and organized because of the week behind us. I jumped in and informed them all "Me me me it's all about me today. He'll do that tomorrow." They laughed. He laughed. I still felt like crying but laughed anyhow.

Finally we were home and it was just the two of us.

I was ready, man.

Spank my ass!!

Fuck me hard!!

And do it noooowwwwwww!

And what does Adam do?

Pinches this.

Caresses that.

And then stops . . .

. . .and says "tonight."

Hey.

Wait.

Okay. If you say so, but when you say "tonight" are we talking seven? Ten? The middle of the night? When?

Oh, he was loving this. He spent the rest of the day teasing and tormenting. And telling me "wait." I'm a smart girl though. I KNEW it was going to be worth waiting for.

Ya know, I couldn't have planned this better myself. The god of electronics must have been on my side. It wasn't too far into the evening when our cable went out. No internet. No TV. Hmmm.. What WILL we DO now?

He informed me that he was going upstairs and that I was to join him immediately. Yeeeehaaaaa.. You don't have to tell me twice.

When I got up there, he was laying on his back... sideways on our bed.

Naked.

And in my world that translates into "I would like a blowjob, please."

No problem. It was especially no problem because lately in my world that is becoming a ritual just before the spanking. After all I'm close enough to his lap. He just sits up. Puts me over his knee and locks my legs with one of his own. Done deal. Easy.

Oh, yes... I knew what was coming.

What I didn't know was just how good it would be. It's always good. Just like anyday off work is a good day... any spanking is a good spanking. I'll take them however I get them. This one however turned out to be a spanko breakthrough.

Let me see if I can explain this. He thinks wood is kinder than leather. I don't know where he got that idea from but after his hand followed by wood across my bare bottom I heard him pick up his belt. Hmmm.... I usually have to ask for the belt. And then he never spanks very hard with it so I'm typically left disappointed.

True to form he started out gently. As I moaned with approval though he quickly picked up the pace and gave me the leather whoopin' I've always dreamed of. At one point he placed the belt on the bed beside me and started using his hand again.

I was feeling more need for the belt than his hand just then so I picked it up and handed it back to him and said, "More, please." I knew he wouldn't mind the request as he could use his hand later. In reality, I merely was telling him "don't be afraid of using... REALLY using this thing."

He obliged. And later the sex was awesome as always but that's not what I will remember. I'm going to remember this spanking for a long time to come because I think he finally sees that he can pick up his belt, put all his muscle behind it and not even do one tenth of the damage to my rear that he thought he might do.

More.

More.

More.

Please?

A Simple Poll

I've always wanted to know what others have to say about this topic...hope ya don't mind me askin'....

I Just Gotta Know

What's your personal take on female ejaculation? It doesn't really exist I experience it often I believe it exists but have never experienced it I experience it every time I have an orgasm I think I have experienced it a time or two None of the above I know I've experienced it a time or two Current Results

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Pillow Talk

Last night.

The night of nights.

I was (where else) on the computer when he appeared beside me. And I knew. I just knew. This was it and he meant business. After talking a while he stood me up and removed my clothes.

My offense? Well, I wasn't quite sure yet. There had been that incident of being a tad mouthy with him that morning last week. And would you believe that yesterday I totally forgot to go to my doctor's office for my lab work? It was on the calander. I just didn't look. Duh. Not only that, he had left me a note when he left for work telling me what to expect. I knew it was coming. I just wasn't sure what he was considering to be my "spankable offense."

And earlier we had watched a little video clip of a man trying to spank a woman in a standing position. It was actually funny because she was bucking and fighting it and he didn't have much grip on her let alone a decent swing angle. They both at one point ended up on the floor. I laughed but Adam had made it perfectly clear that if he were to spank me in that position I would NOT fight him like that woman. And now here he was stripping me down and wanting to prove himself right.

Yowza. I did not fight him. In my opinion, we are at a crucial point in our spanking relationship. I have made my mind up and am determined to never refuse a spanking and also never fight it. The day will come when perhaps I might do that. But not now. If I were to fight him now, I'm afraid he would just give up. I want to show him my submission. I want him to know that it's his for all time. I don't/won't fight him on this.

He had a good grip on me which considering my size is not an easy task. The spanking started out fairly easy. Nice warmup. And then BOOM. CRACK. SMACK. My knees buckled and he gave me a brief break to catch my breath and get steady on my feet. At this time he was only using his hand but he wasn't holding anything back. It hurt. But even moreso, his seriousness and firmness brought out the humiliation that I adore feeling.

I don't know how long he spanked me here by the computer desk. I was lost in the pain. Eventually though he ordered me upstairs and spanked me hard the entire trip. Once upstairs he put me on my knees on the bed and found his belt. Now, the other day the belt felt pretty darn good (upcoming post on the belt in the very near future). I swear it must have been a different belt last night. It hurt this time. I mean it HURT.

And I was introduced to a whole new concept last night.

Scolding.

Turns out he was upset over some pictures I had looked at on the computer. Apparently he found some pictures of naked women and didn't like that I had been on some of the sites I'd been to. Honestly I don't know what pictures he was talking about. More than likely it was a click here, a click there and an "I don't like this site" click close. But still, I'd been there. And I was willing to accept the punishment.

I don't even know how long this spanking lasted but I do know that to date it's the best ... er.... worst I've received. Later, after some other festivities, I told him "I could have taken more you know."

"I know."

And I know that he knows.

And today... I don't think I want to spend much time here on the computer without that pillow Cassie has spoken of.

Yowza. I am sore today.

But the spanko that I am is loving it.

And this morning he tells me that he plans to send me back to work needing a pillow to sit on and that he will make me tell everyone WHY I need the pillow. At work? I am thinking that's where I draw the line. I told him I would tell them I had hemorrhoids before I told them the truth.

He was kidding of course.

Satisfied, Cassie? Tigger?

Where's Waldo?

Remember Where's Waldo?

Yeah? Well this post is kind of like that.

But not really.

See, it' s like this . . .

I'm feeling slighted here in blogland.

I don't mean to whine.

Honest.

And really I'm not complaining because I have made so many awesome friends in the short month since I've been here.

But something is missing.

I look around and see that everyone else seems to have one thing that I do not have.

And I'm not sure why I don't have it, but I want it.

I dunno. Maybe I'm overlooked.

Or undesirable.

At any rate, this is an awesome cyber neighborhood anyhow.

It's just that . . .

Well . . .

Oh.

What am I feeling slighted about??

The resident man of wisdom, that's what.

Or rather WHO.

You know him.

Paul.

Come out come out where ever you are.

Paul, your wisdom and insights are so meaningful. I do wish you'd pop in on me and my blog sometime.

And the rest of you, if you see Paul, tell him I would love to meet him.

Oh, and one more thing. . .

Cassie?

Tigger?

I could really use that pillow about now. . .

And Tigger, "I told you so" is appropriate about now also.

And Cassie, It's okay if you laugh your tail off. You look silly with a tail anyhow and it just gets in the way when you get your rump roasted.

(more on this later - my need for a pillow, not Cassie's tail)

He Owes Me One

I don't know how it happened exactly. Let me back track. Maybe I can figure it out. One morning last week I woke at 3:30 to go to the bathroom. I slid back into bed and as I was drifting off to sleep I rolled onto my right side. He then spooned up against me and put both arms around me. It was cozy. Comfortable. Safe and Secure. We stayed that way a while.

About 4:00 we parted. I rolled to my side. He, to his. And then he got up. I figured it was his turn to make the bathroom run.

Only he didn't return.

Now I know he's busy at work and has a million and two things running through his brain but he's never been one to not be able to milk every minute of sleep out of the night.

When I came downstairs he was on the computer reading someone's blog. He said he couldn't sleep, that there was too much running through his mind so he got up to write down all the things he has to do today. I asked if he was coming back to bed or up to stay. He said he was up to stay, that he was going to get his shower, do some paperwork and leave early. Then he said something about how a stack of pancakes might taste good.

I've been fixing him a good breakfast the past week or so because who knows when he'll get a chance to eat again. Anyhow, we had a nice breakfast together after his shower. Yes it was early but we haven't had much time together so I didn't mind. I could always go back to bed later.

I don't know how it happened. No wait. Yes. I do know.

He said "That conference is next week that you said you'd go to."

"Oh, goodie."

"You don't want to go?"

"You know me well."

"Then why'd you say you'd go?"

"Probably cuz you were hounding me about it at the time."

"Well if you don't want to go, don't."

"Of course I don't want to go."

"But you said you would."

"That doesn't mean I want to go."

"Then Don't."

"Okay, I won't."

"But you said...."

"I'll GOOOO!"

At that point he went to do his paperwork and we didn't speak the rest of the time he was here.

We haven't snapped at each other like that in a long, long time. As I sat in one room on the computer and he sat in another doing his paperwork, I'm thinking "Gee, this would make a mighty fine time for that spanking that I don't want."

And I admit, I'm writing about it because I know he'll read it and I need/want him to know that I would have submitted at that moment.

I wonder if it crossed his mind?

Babe, you owe me one.

Thinking Outloud

(Written 3 or 4 days ago)

He hasn't laid a hand on me for any reason whatsoever since Sunday. For one thing, he has to work very long days this week. He has a rather insistent boss. He also has a very wonderful boss so for this one week out of the year we wouldn't dream of complaining.

As a result, he's been leaving early. He was gone by 6:45 this morning and I don't know when I'll see him but I know that when I do he'll want to first shower, second eat and third sleep. There will be no spankings or other things.

That's okay though because to be honest, it's that wonderful time of the month and I'm just NOT in the mood at all. So actually I'm grateful that he's too worn out this week because it's always been at times like this when he backs off just cuz I'm not in the mood and then never seems to start back up until I can't stand it any more. I think in the past he's thought it was a temporary one time game I was playing. And he didn't seem to notice that I wanted to play over and over. I think though, he's finally starting to see that really, it's not a game at all.

Even I wondered myself how I could come in and out of the mood as I do. Ahh... hormones. That's gotta be it. So do I sit back and wait for the next wave of them to hit? That could take months. That's not what I want. I'm in this for keeps. For real.

He and I have talked. He's well aware that I want the spankings that I don't want and that I am committed to submit to them. He tells me he knows and he's waiting. I want this more than anything. I want this submission. I want the spankings. I want the pain, damn it.

I want his dominance.

And I will submit.

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Tagged by Grace

Grace has tagged me and since this is my first tag...here it goes.Once you have been tagged, you have to write a post with 8 facts/things/habits about yourself and say who tagged you. In the end, you will need to choose the 6 people you tag and list their names. No tag backs.

1. I am an ex-smoker. 2 packs a day for 31 years. Smober for 17 months now.

2. I play a musical instrument in an orchestra.

3. I'm happily unemployed for just a little while longer.

4. I need to lose the weight I gained when I quit smoking.

5. The Food Network is my favorite TV station.

6. TLC is my second favorite station.

7. When I was 9 I met the real life Maria Von Trapp and she was a mean, mean lady. (She's dead now, of course)

8. Coming up with 8 things about me was not easy. I live a boring life.

I won't tag anyone cuz I'm new around here and am still getting my feet wet but I hope everyone does this because I like learning things about all of you.

What's in a Name?

I need your help.

He doesn't like the name I gave him.

We have to rename him.

"Who?" you ask.

My husband, of course.

He says he doesn't like the name Scott.

I could use his real name.

Who would know?

I told him to tell me then what he would like me to call him when I'm writing.

He didn't know.

Guess it would be kind of hard to name yourself.

So anyhow, what do you all think?

Eva and _______________________

_________________ and Eva



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The Best Day of My Life

.... was the day I met my husband. Life had dealt me some pretty serious blows for my young age. Finally something good was happening. As we dated and got to know each other I realized that he was (and still is) "the one."

No one had ever made me smile as he did. No one had ever taken the time to ask me how I was doing and then listen when I tried to say "I'm hurting." But wait... I think maybe the best day of my life might have been .....

.... our wedding day. That was the day I realized that even though the past had been filled with pain and cruelty, the future was not so. The future was bright, happy, and inviting. I stepped into that very future with him nearly twenty five years ago and have never looked back.

But now that I think about it I believe the best days of my life might have been when our children were each born. There were no worries then. Only love. Tomorrow never seemed to matter and yesterday was gone. Life was complete. I finally had a family..... my OWN family..... a husband, some kids, a cat, a dog and a white picket fence.

But then the turmoil began. The man I met and fell in love with wasn't so attractive any longer. I'm sure I wasn't all that attractive to him either. And the kids? They whined. They cried. They fought with one another. And me? I just didn't care. I withdrew into my own little shell and just muddled through day after day the best I could.

Don't get me wrong. Those times weren't horrible. They just weren't what I thought my life was going to be. Over time though as the kids grew and didn't fight as much and one by one moved out of the house, life began to turn around. There was still something missing though. There was no connection to him. I longed to live in a world of deep love, trust, and desire for and in him.

That's where this life of spanking comes in. That was our missing link. When he picked the paddle up and started using it often the love, trust, and desire that I longed for caught fire. Maybe THAT was the best day of my life.

Suddenly where I used to hold back thoughts and emotions from him, I am pouring them out. And suddenly when we make love, I can't get close enough to him. And in the middle of the night we now sometimes wake tangled so tightly in each other that it seems we must make love again in order to untangle ourselves.

Or sometimes I wake up and we are simply holding hands under the sheets.

And suddenly it has all come together. I am his. Completely his. My life is his. My thoughts are his. My spankings... they are his, too. I always knew I loved him but I had forgotten how much I like him.

His.

And his alone.

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And the following has absolutely nothing to do with spanking. It just makes me happy.

Make sure your sound is on for this!!


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Inquiring Minds Want to Know

Lookie!! It's my first poll!!

This Won't Hurt a Bit

1. How often do you read my blog? This is my first time - I'll be back 4-6 times a week This is my first time - I see no need to come back Every day Once a week - if that I love you Eva - I'm here more than once a day 2-3 times a week 2. I found this blog: Through a search engine It was linked on another blog A friend sent me I have no idea 3. I leave comments: Never only once a few times Heck, I talk at you every day 4. I have linked Nothing Random to my own blog: Yes oh all right, Click here for "NO" Yes and click here for "no but I will soon" Yes and here for NO and I don't plan to Yes and here for Blog? What blog? 5. The math problems from last saturday: That was stupid I tried but couldn't get them figured out I liked the idea but couldn't figure them out I'm still trying to figure them out I DID figure them out 6. My advice to you Eva is: Keep up the good work Hang it up Eva because you suck at blogging Current Results