Something to Blog About

It amazes me. Actually Adam amazes me. There was a time in our life that he would have totally freaked over my having posted so much personal information for all the world to read. And honestly I think that's why I sometimes have trouble relaying details.

There's a part of me that cringes, thinking he will be upset with me so I hold back. The funny thing is that he is not the man he was then. And then was a long time ago anyhow. So why do I struggle sometimes? It's just part of me, I guess. It's fading though. That feeling of dread I mean.

You see, it's like this... Adam has never not once criticized anything I've written. In fact, I think he likes it because he views my blog as a way of getting me to talk. I'm kind of like PK. Adam has spent his life trying to get me to open up. He sees though that for the most part writing is my outlet so he's content to read what I write here and if there's anything worth discussing, he'll bring it up and we'll talk about it.

I think too that's why we like road trips together so much. For whatever reason that I am yet to understand we communicate freely out on the open road with lots and lots of time on our hands. That wasn't the point. So what is the point? Lately Adam's line to me is "I'm going to give you something to blog about."

Sheesh.

Here I've thought all along that I need to watch what I say so I don't upset him. He never said one negative word about the letter that showed up on Tigg's blog a week or so ago. And yes, I was a bit apprehensive at first.

He used that line - I'm going to give you something to blog about - on me yesterday as he smacked my butt all day but by the time we fell into bed we were exhausted and collapsed into a pretty fast, deep sleep.

Today though he's been saying it again: "I'm going to give you something to blog about."

I'm pretty sure that's exactly his plan when he comes in from doing some yard work. Yes, it's actually quit snowing long enough here where we are able to do some outdoor kind of stuff. In fact the temp is in the upper 70's today. You southerners can stop your bragging. We're catching up to you finally.

Anyhow, I told him I'm not in the mood for something to blog about but I would be if we get the hitachi out. That thing can take me from zero to horny to the big O quicker than anything we've ever played with. I don't understand why you don't own one yet. What are you waiting for? And if you DO happen to own one, how right am I? Is that thing amazing?

So yeah... anyhow, I think I will go to our bedroom now and see how long it takes him to get there. Maybe I am in the mood for something to blog about after all.

Kitty Kats and Stuff

My Twin posted this:




Just a note – click on the black and white cats here and you will see something we did with the help of our geeky goddess, the lovely CeeCi!! We hope everyone will use it but it was done for a specific reason which Eva can tell you if she likes! Truly aren’t we cute as heck!






So here's my explanation:

Actually it was all PK's idea. We were talking on the phone the other day and I told her that I had told Adam he needed to start reading her blog so that IF we do make it to her neck of the woods this summer he will feel like he knows her better. See, Adam does far better with people when he feels that he knows them and is a very much so needed and wanted part of the picture.

He only reads my blog for the most part and barely has time for that. She suggested that we link the kitty pictures to each other to make it easier on him. I thought the idea was excellent and told her I'd email Ceeci who responded almost immediately with very clear and easy instructions on how to do it. THANKS CeeCii!!!!

So there's the explanation about it.

On to other things.... Wow oh wow.

Eva got spanked. Finally. And boy was it a doozy.

I'm a little shy and awkward about details so suffice it to say that the crop came out. He requested Grace's "favorite" sexual favor and spanked my rear the entire time. Man oh man. And then he continued the spanking clear through the sex... and beyond. Remember my post way back when about him spanking to the beat of the music?

Yeah well, I got to experience that afterwards. It was good. We laughed. We had great sex. We made LOTS of noise, PK.... and most importantly we connected. Gosh, it had been a while.

We've been disconnected since the holidays. Honestly I don't know how that happens. But I swear to you we've had sex ONLY twice and there'd been one spanking since the first of the year.... Until the other night that is.

I think it has a lot to do with winter which depresses the snot right out of me. I hate winter. I hate cold. I hate snow. I hate driving in it. I hate the shorter hours of daylight. All of it. I can't think of ONE SINGLE good thing about winter. Oh wait. Snow days. Snow days are good but honestly I'd gladly forfeit them for warmer temps, clear roads, and no snow. BUT it appears to be about over. Yes we've been known to get some heavy snow in April but that's been maybe a half dozen times in my life. I'm hopeful that it's OVER. No more snow.

The daffodils and forsythia are in bloom here and things are turning from ugly brown to vivid green. There's just something about it that makes me feel as though all is right with the world. You know what I mean? And when all is right, well that includes sex and spanking.

It just all feels good. The warm air. The sunshine. The rain. The crop. The sex. The connectedness. And guess what? Coming from the next room is the sounds of a baseball game on TV. Ahhhhhh....

And oh, yeah... the pup is still a blast.

Jake and Raina (Part 2)

Jake rose from the desk and reached over to shut down the power to his computer. Then as he flipped the light switch something through the window caught his eye. It was beginning to snow. Large powdery flakes of snow were drifting to the ground. He approached the window with arms folded. As he stood there watching the snow fall his thoughts drifted to a thousand diverse places but finally settled upon Raina.

He smiled as he thought of how she loved the snow and always insisted on making snow angels and snowmen with the kids when they were small. He wished she was standing there beside him now. Raina had gone to bed an hour earlier and he hated to wake her. Besides it wasn’t like she’d never seen snow before.

Their life together was settled. Secure. Happy. Jake had nothing to complain about and he knew it so how could he… why would he….

He sighed as a feeling of selfishness entered into the pit of his stomach. He hung his head and tried to fight off the shame. He thought of Raina’s goodness and how it would devastate her to know that he wanted more. And if she knew WHAT exactly he wanted…. Well… he wondered what she would think of him then.

He didn’t hear her enter the room but turned to face her when she softly called his name.

“Jake? Honey, are you coming to bed?”

He apologized and told her he was watching the snow fall … and…. Well… thinking.

She approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist. She turned her head, pressing her cheek against his back.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

He told her “nothing,” but then said, “Everything.”

“Well which is it?”

He drew a deep breath and pulled her around to stand beside him. For a while they stood watching the snow fall. Finally Jake turned to her and said “Raina, I love you with all my heart, but are you happy? I mean REALLY happy?”

She assured Jake that yes, of course, she is very happy with him. But then… then panic struck as she realized that maybe he isn’t happy with her. Her voice caught on the words as she asked “Are YOU happy?”

He assured her that he was happy but at the same time felt like something was missing in their relationship. Still panicked Raina wasn’t sure where this was going. Jake sensed her fear so he took her by the hand saying “Come with me.”

He led her into their kitchen and turned the light on. He said “Look around… Really look. Are you happy with everything in our lives that goes on in this room?”

“Jake, honey, it’s a kitchen. We cook here. We eat here. It serves its purpose quite well.”

“So you’re happy with it? REALLY happy? The appliances are okay? The counter top?”

“Jake, it’s a beautiful kitchen and we both know it. What are you getting at?”

Again, he took her by the hand out into their garage. He gave the same command: “Look around… REALLY look.”

Raina was starting to relax a bit and found herself enjoying this little game. She threw her arms around his neck and teased, “Jake!! I love you!! You’re buying me a new car, aren’t you? That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?”

They both knew that her car was new enough. He pulled her arms from his neck and asked again “are you happy with what you see here?”

“Of course. I love my car and I’m glad to have a garage to keep it in. Remember what it was like on nights like this when the cars sat out because we didn’t have a garage?”

They chatted back and forth about all the times they had to dig a car out from under the snow until finally, Jake took her hand again and said “Okay, let’s go.”

He led her to the family room where they discussed their need to spend more time there with one another. He led her to the living room where they talked of new furniture. And then one by one, he led her to each bedroom.

They talked about each of their children and how proud they are of them. They talked about the previous year’s adjustment to their now empty nest. And then finally…. Finally….Jake led Raina into their own bedroom.

A wave came over her as she knew the questions he would ask. They’d been to a number of rooms and Jake had asked the exact same questions of her in every room. Raina felt her stomach tie into one huge knot as she realized that THIS… their bedroom was the end all of this adventure Jake had taken her on.

Two things raced through her mind. She knew she had to think quick. And she knew she had to be careful. Jake had always been the most considerate of lovers. Her needs were always met. She wondered how damaging the truth might be to him. She wondered if she would be able to find the words to tell him that even though her needs have been met she’s had many, many nights of unfulfilled wants. Could she dare to tell him the truth? It felt like an opportunity was before her that she might never have again.

Another thing that raced through her mind was a feeling of pain. Was she not satisfying him? Did he want more? What could he possibly want? She had always been willing to fulfill every desire that he conveyed to her. If he wanted more, he just needed to say so.

Raina couldn’t stand it. She was about to explode. When Jake told her to look around and asked if she was happy with their lives in their bedroom she felt tears well up in her eyes. She felt her throat begin to tighten. She wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to talk.

Finally she looked up into his eyes and said “Honey… Please… Please just tell me what this is all about.”

He swallowed hard and said, “Alright. I’ll tell you, but not in here. Let’s go out to the kitchen and put some coffee on.”

As Raina started the coffee, Jake collected his thoughts and planned his approach.

She placed his coffee before him as she sat down with her own across from him.

“Now, will you please tell me? Jake, what’s going on?”

He told her that he didn’t know where to begin but then finally it all came pouring out. He reminded her how he loves her more than life itself. He told her that never once has he regretted marrying her. But….

“Raina, you are a terrific wife… in bed…. I mean. I have cherished our sex life from day one… but…”

“But….tell me Jake. Just tell me.”

“I want more”

“More? Jake I’ve rarely turned you down in all our years together.”

“I don’t mean quantity, Raina.”

Her heart fell. She knew if it wasn’t quantity he was after, it must be the quality. Her voice began to quiver as she realized…

Jake laughed “no no no that’s not what I mean. Sweetheart you are a fantastic lover. I mean more different… not more more.”

“More more? More different? What do you want?”

Suddenly Jake felt that shameful feeling again but he continued, “Raina it’s always the same. Same technique, same style, same time, same place, same way… every time. Don’t you ever want to ….ummm…. mix it up a little?”

Raina wasn’t sure where the words came from but answered Jake with, “Well…ummm… yes…ummm…. Okay. I have fantasies too!”

And that was all it took.

Jake raised an eyebrow, “oh, really? Tell me about them.”

Raina blushed but somehow knew that after all these years it was going to be okay if she told him the truth.

“Sometimes I think about what it would be like if you ummm… well…. Ummm… quit being so damn nice in the bedroom and used a little more ummmm…. dominance.”

“Dominance?”

Uh-oh. Raina felt her face flush.

“This is embarrassing to admit even to you, Jake, but all my life I’ve wanted a man who knows when to take charge.”

“Take charge?”

“Yes, take charge.”

“You mean like boss you around and stuff?”

“Well… maybe….”

“I see,” Jake said. “And I’m assuming you’re talking sexually, right?”

“Well .. yeah… I mean no one wants to be bossed around twenty four seven. You know how Chip is with Janet? I could never live like that.”

“Yeah he can be a real jerk. I could never treat you like that.”

“Good because that’s not even what I’m talking about… hey, isn’t this supposed to be about you?”

Jake was thoughtful for a minute and then asked, “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“Well, there have been times… a lot of times actually when I’ve wanted to do just that.”

“How so?”

“Well I’ve often wondered what it would be like to order you to the bedroom… to tell you to take all your clothes off and wait for me.”

“Okay, now you’re talking.”

“But Raina, you’re such a ‘good girl’ so I’ve never been able to be a ‘bad boy.’”

“Oh Jake, we’re married!! If we can’t be bad with each other, then who can we be bad with?”

Jake was thoughtful again. “Raina, we’ve come this far, I might as well tell you the rest of my fantasy.”

Raina teased, “There’s more? Should I be afraid?”

Jake got a twinkle in his eye and raised his eyebrow again. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“I’m not sure what you think happens to them but I know what SHOULD happen to them.”

“So would you be willing to be a bad girl for me?”

“Only if you’re willing to show me what happens to girls when they’re bad.”

He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. With all the firmness he could manage at that moment he said, “Baby, bad girls get spanked.”

Wasted Fantasies

When she was eight years old she knew there was something about spanking that she found appealing. She knew she was not supposed to feel that way so she didn't tell anyone.

When she was thirteen she began to make up fantasies of being bad, of being scolded, of being spanked. She knew she couldn't tell anyone.

By the time she was seventeen she wondered .... she wished. She still didn't tell anyone.

Then she met Jake in her senior year of college. He seemed a bit rough around the edges but she saw past that. She saw right through that. She knew there was more to him than his shaggy hair, pierced ear, and torn jeans. They became an item and were seen together walking to class, going to lunch, and attending social events held on campus.

As graduation approached Jake removed the earring, got a haircut and invested in some respectable pants and dress shirts. Then he landed a job.....not a great job but a decent job. And Raina found one also that wasn't too far from Jake's.

They decided to take the next step in their relationship. They found an apartment and planned their wedding. They knew life was only beginning and that it was going to be good.

Over the next five years they had two children. Jake had received two promotions at work which allowed Raina to take time away from her career and stay home with the children. When they finally entered school she re-entered the working community. The extra money enabled them to live their lives comfortably.

Over the years Raina still held in her desire and fascination. The children grew. Jake continued to grow in his career. She too received a promotion or two along the way. Finally when the kids left home she realized that she was happy but still ached and longed for more. She had hoped for years that Jake would pick up on her signals and take her over his knee one day but it never happened. She resigned herself to the idea that she had bizarre fantasies which were best left as they were: fantasies and no more.

But still, she imagined him calling her to him. He'd take her pants down. He would scold her for some imaginary offense. He'd remove his belt. He'd wrap a supportive arm around her waist as he began to spank her bottom.

Such ideas made her wet with lust and excitement. Through out her marriage she found such fantasies would help when she wasn't really in the mood. When Jake would roll her over and pull her up onto her knees she'd begin to think. As he entered her from behind she played out scene after scene where he would scold her for this and spank her for that. When he squeezed her cheeks and then squeezed them with a bit more force she could almost feel a belt or a hair brush coming down upon her rear.

But she couldn't tell...

She could never tell. Jake would think her insane if she was to tell him she wanted him to lovingly hurt her. It wouldn't make sense to him. How could it? It didn't even make sense to her.

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Jake was a happy baby and grew into a calm child. He was one of those kids who rolled with the punches and seemed to just flow through whatever life handed him.

By the time he was a junior in high school he was a starter on the varsity basketball team and was dating one girl after another. He was drawn to just one thing on a girl: Her ass.

He couldn't quite pin it down. He wasn't sure what it was that attracted him to that part of her anatomy. He had a mental checklist of requirements for a woman's bottom: full, big but not too big, enough to grab hold of. Squeezable. A girl had to have what Jake called a squeezable ass in order to qualify for a date with him. He felt shallow but at the same time knew that he knew what he liked in a woman.

When he went away to college he knew the opportunity that was upon him and before him. He focused on school. He didn't date much. He figured he'd have time for that later. For now he wanted to focus on doing well in college so that he could make a decent living down the road.

His eyes still roamed. He would smile when he thought about how he was glad to be an ass man and not a boob man. Being an ass man is far superior to being a boob man. He knew that if he'd been a boob man there was great risk of being caught in the act of watching them - a girl's boobs that is - bounce and jiggle when she approached. Being an ass man allowed him the luxury of watching all he wanted as he walked down the sidewalk 10 steps behind his visual.

During the first month of his senior year he caught himself watching the same full, jiggling ass three days a week as he walked to class. It took him just a few days to realize it was the bottom of the same girl that he was watching. He would lose track of her as she entered the computer science building each day.

After a month he finally was able to put the bottom he'd been watching with the face of the girl who sat two seats behind him in his advanced IT class. They began studying together. Then they dated. Then they graduated.

They moved in together and soon married. They had children. The children grew. The children left home. They had an awesome life built. They took trips. They worked hard. They loved hard.

He never got tired of watching her bottom. He loved the way her jeans tightened around her cheeks as she bent and stretched. He loved the way it jiggled - just a bit when she walked naked in their bedroom. He watched. For years he watched.

And for years he fantasized. When he made love to her he would often roll her over and pull her up onto her knees so that he could enter her from behind and squeeze her cheeks. He loved how she moaned with pleasure when he squeezed a bit harder. And he dreamed...

In his dreams he would call her to him. He would tell her to remove her pants. Then he would take her over his knee and massage her ass while they talked. He imagined silly offenses she'd committed. He'd scold her for failing to turn the computer off. He'd spank her for cooking pork chops for dinner instead of chicken. He'd what? WHAT? He'd spank her?

Yes, in his dreams.. in his fantasies he would spank her until she cried. He would scold her until she was repentant and remorseful. And then he would make love to her. At that moment he'd come out of his fantasy into reality where he would realize it could never be.

For years he played such scenarios over and over in his mind. He was ashamed. How could he imagine hurting Raina? He didn't want to ever hurt her. He loves her. Why would he want to ........

How could he want to.....

She would never know of course because he would never tell her of this.... his deepest, darkest fantasy.

Wishful Thinking

We canceled plans for the evening. It's crappy outside. Man and beast both need to stay in. And that's exactly what we're doing. Heck, I think I might even watch American Idol tonight. That would be a new experience.

It was nice to come home and decide together to just stay in by ourselves. I made a pot of chili. I make darn good chili. I'd stand it up against any Texan's recipe any day. Guaranteed, mine's more than likely better. It's taken years and years to perfect.

Anyhow, as I browned the meat, Adam leaned against the counter and asked "So is it true?"


"Is what true?" I wanted to know.

"Your blog."

Oh.

That.

I laughed and said "No.... not really. I just hate winter."

I drove through a white out this morning for over 20 miles. I couldn't see the road because it was covered completely with snow. There weren't even any tire tracks. And the snow was coming down so fast and hard that it was near impossible to see. And yet, I forged ahead at about 25-30 miles per hour.

The drive home was better except for all those drifts on the road. Believe me there were plenty and some were pretty bad. You know what I mean... when the wind blows across an open area and the snow all lands on the road. Some of these drifts are pretty long... a half mile or more in some cases.

How about a snow day? Not around here. We just muddle through. I think our last one was two - maybe three - years ago.

And yet, I hope. I don't know anymore what it would take. We're even allowed a few without having to make them up. WHAT are they waiting for? I guess more kids need to get killed trying to drive in this crap.

Tomorrow?

Anything's possible.

I wonder if I could convince Adam to take the day off if I were to get a snow day?

Can't you just see it? We could stay in bed all day. Or we could play with the pup. Adam would spank me with the crop of course but I wouldn't mind the belt too. And he always uses his hand. And hey, we have a red flogger that hasn't been used in a while. Heck I wouldn't even mind wood if I got a day off work. Why not? I'll get the wooden spoons out myself... IF IF IF I ever get a snow day AND Adam stays home with me. The chance of both those events taking place is about the same as Elis actually talking to Nick. We all know THAT'S not going to happen!

But after Adam is done spanking me maybe we could get the Hitachi out and have some fun. Actually I should say OF COURSE we would have some fun... the maybe is for the Hitachi part. We always have fun after a spanking... well almost always. We just don't always get the Hitachi out. You knew what I meant, right?

Anyhow, I think I'm feeling better than I was last night when I decided to whine to you.

But wait.

This is just wishful thinking.

And oh, how I do wish.....

Think Snow...

No.

Wait.

Think ENOUGH snow. I'm just not sure how much that might be. We've had over forty inches this season and not once has any amount been enough.

Just for the Moment

If someone told you that in order to keep your job you would need to shell out thousands of dollars for a degree that you really don't want, what would you do? If you were only qualified to do ONE thing that paid over and above minimum wage, would you shell out the money? Would you go for the degree that you don't want? Just to keep your job?

I have been saying it this way: "I'm spending money that I don't have for a degree that I don't want."

Apparently I need it though.

Why? Why would I do this?

Because....

I love my job.

I need my job.

I need the benefits my job provides.

It just torques me that five years from now, I will no longer be qualified to do the job I will have done for 13 years by then. Excuse me? What's wrong with this picture?

I'm okay with continuing my education but to be forced to get this degree?

And besides, it's not just the money. It's the time. Have you noticed I haven't been able to post quite as often since the holiday season ended? Well this is why. Eva has gone back to school. Grad school. Big whoop-dee-doo.

On the up side I am gaining a lot already. I just don't WANT to. I'd rather whine. I'd rather hear you all say "ohhhhh... poor Eva... how dare they take time away from your blog."

You know what I think? I think that one of those stress buster spankings you all talk about would be PERFECT right about now.

How cool would it be for Adam to come to me right now, take me by the hand and pull me up from this chair?

And how cool would it be for him to yank my pants down? And take the crop to my backside?

And how wonderful might it be for him to spank and spank until I can hardly stand another stroke?

And then.....

And then....

Well you know what comes with a spanking.... Yowza.

Forget school.

Forget knowledge.

Forget my job.

Just for the moment... just for the moment let it be me and my very best friend... my husband.. my lover.... my spanker.

Ah, but................

Adam isn't home tonight.

Crap.

The Details

Last Monday was our day.

Finally the house was ours again. And finally we had time to play again.

And I know all you detail whores out there have been waiting. So let's see....

Details, huh?

Well here's a detail for you. By the time Adam finally spanked me and made love to me, I was to the point where I could nearly have an orgasm by just THINKING about sex and/or the Hitachi. How's that for details? Have you ever been so horny that thoughts alone about put you over the edge? That's where I was and honestly, I don't recall EVER having been there before.

Anyhow, the fun all started on Monday when I went to get a shower. It wasn't long and Adam was in there with me. After a little hugging, touching, squeezing, pinching I looked at him and said FUCK ME NOW and I don't use that F word very often.

I was beyond saying something sweet like "Honey please make love to me, slow and passionate like."

The hell with that nonsense. I wanted it fast, hard, and NOW.

God bless Adam. He's such a freakin' tease, doncha know?

We ended up in bed and he showed no signs of spanking me but honestly, that was fine at the moment. It just felt good to be naked and next to him. And just when I was reaching the point of begging him to TAKE ME NOWWWWWWW, what does he do?

THEN he decides to spank. He stopped everything. Reached down below the bed and got the crop. Talk about flying high. I was in spanko hog heaven. It honestly doesn't get any better than what it was that day. It can't get any better, can it? I seriously doubt it.

It wasn't long until he was inside me but he kept right on spanking. It was so nice. By the time he was done, I was relaxed enough that I knew I wasn't about to get out of that bed for a while.

I think that afternoon was the nicest we've had in all our lives. And since we really can't improve on perfection, I guess we're done. We've achieved perfection so there's no more need for spanking. And if there's no more need for spanking then there's no more need for this blog, huh?

Psych.

Geeze. You didn't REALLY think I meant that did you?

There's plenty of need because I can be somewhat of a needy little... well, you know....

So until next time, I hope these details are enough to satisfy those minds who have been waiting!!

Our First Day Alone in a Month

Okay, okay... no more chips for the pup. He'll get his Purina puppy chow and a few treats here and there. And I would never waste a good ribeye on a canine unless it had done something spectacular - like dragging a person from a burning building. Being cute? That's nice but not worth a good steak.

We had a good part of the day alone. Offspring #3 - okay, our youngest child - left for school before noon. So now you're wondering huh? I can see the wheels turning in Theresa's head. I can hear PK shouting "I"m the detail whore... you HAVE to tell me." And Tiggr? She's probably bouncing off her seat about now.

So did I or did I not get spanked finally? Geeze. Haven't I whined long enough? And I've made you all victims of my diatribes, huh? Okay, okay without further ado, click on this video. It holds the answer to the question of the day.

Did Eva get spanked? Did Eva get to have some raw animal sex with Adam?

What do you think?? This should say it all. Make sure your speakers are on!

Back to Blogging Business

Nearly six months ago I started this blog as a means to express a very private side of my life. No one that I know of in my "real" world knows about this side of me or this blog. It's been fun over these recent months. I've made many friends. I've written a number of posts. Lately though not too many of these posts have been about our favorite topic.

Life is in the way. Holidays..... family... a new puppy...

All of those have proven to be mood killers. The holidays have worn me out. The family is all around us and they certainly don't want to hear mom and dad spanking and making love anymore than I care to be heard. And the pup? Well, he's just downright adorable but he is a bit high maintenance with potty training and all.

Elis told me to get him used to the sounds of a spanking early on. He's been here almost two weeks now and hasn't got to hear a single spanking. It's going to be another couple weeks before it happens... unless we get lucky and the house clears out. I'm hoping he's not one of these overprotective sort of pooches. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he's the type that just lets out a snort, rolls over and goes back to sleep.

I took him to the vet today for his checkup and shots. The vet had a good time with him. She gave him "cookies" and called him "super kid." And she gave me lots of good advice on dealing with a small dog. She said the next few months are crucial in deciding if he'll be a devil dog or a sweet dog. Sweet it is. She did - however - say that his breed tends to be very protective of his owners. I thought "Oh great. What about the spankings?" I found myself wanting to blurt out "but we're spankos.... how do we deal with him then?" Of course, common sense grabbed hold of me before I actually said anything. We'll deal with it when the time comes.

Anyhow, the house is empty now. Too bad Adam's not here. I would gladly submit to a good sound spanking now. It's been way too long. He's at work. I'm home alone. Everyone went shopping. Ewe. Yuck. I hate shopping. I like the empty house though. I just wish Adam was here. Like I said it's been waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy too long since my last spanking.

And in case anyone happens to be reading who doesn't understand what the big deal is, let me explain. When Eva goes too long without a spanking, she tends to get cranky, sarcastic, and yes, sometimes mean. A spanking knocks that right out of me. Not only that, when Eva hasn't been spanked, she gets edgy, restless, and fidgety. Believe it or not, a spanking cures that too.

And the sex?

That's just the sprinkles on the doughnut that makes all seem right with the world.

So this ought to explain why - when we witness a bitchy woman - we spankos immediately think "someone needs to put her over his knee and spank her ass." We know. Even if the bitchy one doesn't know, WE DO. A spanking cures all ill will. At least in me it does.

Since that's not going to happen today though I think the pup and I will go take a nap. (and no, that's not our pup - ours is way cuter)

Another Letter to Adam

Dear Adam,

I love Saturday mornings. I love waking up with you and spending the day with you. I know it wasn't your fault that you worked Saturdays for the first twenty-four years of our marriage. It was nice a year ago when you got the new job and all that stopped - for the most part anyhow. And here it is eight-thirty on a Saturday morning - not just any Saturday morning - and you have to work one of those rare Saturdays that the new job requires.

**Sigh**

I look around and see a house that needs serious attention. It will get what it needs but not until I've written this letter to you. This is the best Saturday ever. I had the best night’s sleep ever last night. And I shared the best time ever with you.

Last night when I climbed into the shower, I figured you’d hear me and join me. How’d I know that? With the things you’d been saying all evening it was not difficult to figure out that you were one very much so in the mood man.

The shower was nice. I love your kisses when the water flows between us. And your touches? And pinches? Those were even better. And we both know that every nerve in my body ends between my legs. But you knew that because you checked.

The spanks you gave to me in the shower with your hand felt so very good. Did you catch how my bottom involuntarily raised itself up, asking for more? Of course you caught it because you know how much of a very naughty, needy spankee I am.

Moving the party to the bedroom came at just the right time. I was about to explode. You had me turned on and wanting/needing spanked. Hard. The spanking you gave me was perfect. I mean perfect! You know… perfect as in no flaws what so ever. On a scale of one to ten I would have given it a nine last night but since I can still feel it this morning, it gets a ten.

You’ve come a long way with spanking me. No more Mickey Mouse spankings from you, I see. You were swinging the crop VERY nicely. I remember closing my eyes at one point and just absorbing every stroke into my mind, my soul. It hurt but as always it hurt so good. And the sex that followed? Heck, that’s always been good but last night was GREAT. Three times? You made me explode three times. I love it that you actually count. And I love it that you don’t stop even though I beg you to.

I don't suppose that you have any idea how cute you were when it was all over and you asked if there was any ice cream in the house. I know it's been a GREAT time when you are hungry afterwards.

So anyhow, babe… I was wondering… If I get off this computer now and clean the house really well before you get home from work this afternoon maybe just maybe could we do it all again?

I love you with all that I am and everything that I have…