I Double Dog Dare Ya Not To Click

It seems lately that there's been a bit of picking on Eva about nakedness... basements... washing machines... winter time.

This tells me something but I'm not sure what. Perhaps it's that you all know too much?? The detail whore would say that's not so. Admit it. You clicked to see who I was talking about didn't you? Were you afraid I meant you? Did you guess correctly? And don't blame me!! She refers to herself as that.

Seriously though, how many people tell their friends "yes, I've been spanked over a washing machine? In the basement? During the winter? Buck naked?" WHAT IDIOT TELLS HER FRIENDS THAT? Admit it, you did it again, didn't you? You clicked. I know you did. I think I must have been tired or overdosed on Zoloft when I told you all about that.

And can anyone tell me please where Anne Elizabeth has gone? When I click her link I get the Google page? What is up with that? She didn't leave us, did she? Surely not. Damn.

And my friend SNN has a terrific post to be read. It warmed my heart when I read it. And why was my heart warmed? Not just because SOMEONE got spanked but because love is reigning once again. You go, SNN. I wish you both the very best!!

And of all the things I've ever thought might earn me a spanking I NEVER would have thought of this - but oh, how I wish I would have. It sounds to me like something those in the brat pack would do.

So anyhow, back to that washing machine deal. Yes it was winter. Yes it was cold in the basement. See, our basement isn't a basement. It's a cellar. Cold. Low ceilings. Grungy. So why in the world did we end up spanking there? Simple. We had just started spanking. We had two kids still living at home. They were asleep yes, but that extra floor between us and them made a good buffer and gave us confidence that they wouldn't hear anything.

Honestly, those were the BEST spankings. Finally I was having my fantasy come to life and the best part was that the reality really was every bit as good as what I had concocted in my mind. And to tell the truth there were MANY spankings over the washer that winter. We were having a blast.

I'm not quite sure why but one spanking in particular stands out in my mind. I think it stands out because I remember it being the first time he pulled my pants down for me. I don't know about the rest of you girlfriends but that makes me INSTANTLY hot. And the fact that he only took them to my knees and told me they were to stay there made me even hotter.

It was also the first time that an overwhelming feeling of submission washed over me. When he was done spanking me, I just wanted him to hold me. By the time we made it up two flights of stairs that particular night we were more than ready for phase two.

Phase two. That's what comes after the spanking. You all knew that though, huh?

Okay well ... this is just a rambling post. There's really no point to it. That's the fun part of writing when I have nothing to write about... if I just sit down and start to type, it always ends up somewhere. The sad part in this particular case is that I have no clue where I am but I'm most certainly glad you are here with me!!

Just one more thing. Do you know what today is? Click here.
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