Letter Elaboration

Okay, Okay, I won't torment you with another picture.

The words I googled were "Mile High Club." Some of you did manage to figure it out. Way to go Ceeci and the rest who got it!

So anyhow... yes. That was my letter to Adam over there at Tiggr's place on Saturday. And yes, every word of it was true. Well almost every word. Tiggr suggested we change "crop" to "leather" so it wouldn't be too easy to figure out who wrote it.

In reality, it couldn't have been Bonnie. Randy has never been reluctant to spank from what I've read. And like Nick told PK... it couldn't have been her because there was cooking going on. I love it though that most chose my twin.

That evening happened last Wednesday. The very next day that letter poured out of me. I was going to post it here on my own blog BUT did you catch that last part? There was really no way of telling Adam that I wanted it again JUST LIKE THAT without it being my idea. The fact that it was his idea is what made it such a phenomenal evening.

That's when I emailed Tiggr. I told her what I was working on and asked her if she'd be interested in posting it for a fantasy Friday. She said yes. I guess she's had a shortage of material lately...hint, hint, hint folks. Anyhow, she wanted to post it immediately but didn't want to cancel what she had planned. Thus the Saturday idea was born.

I will confess that I shared it with my twin before it was posted. See, she had known that we'd had a really good time on Wednesday and being the DW that she is, she'd been asking for details. Truthfully I hadn't given her any details. I just couldn't. Not in a letter to her anyhow. I emailed her and said "what if I were to ever write a FF..." I told her I was thinking about it and wanted to know if she'd want to read it ahead of time. Our friendship has grown to that point where I don't always like having her learn things with the rest of the world.

She said yes and no. Excuse me? Yes, because she likes to read my stuff as soon as I write it but no cuz she likes guessing at Tiggr's place. I wrote back and said "Okay, then I'll let you guess IF and WHEN I do write something."

A half an hour later I get this from her: "I changed my mind... send it NOW."

NOW? I had told her if.... when.... How did she know there was anything actually ready to send? Anyhow, with a brief explanation, I sent it.

Later I asked if she thought I should let Adam read it. She made a lot of good points and so I decided to print it and have him read it Friday night before Tiggr posted it on Saturday. But guess what?

We had company Friday evening. When they left, I was just getting ready to tell him when he told me he had found it. Accidentally? Probably not. LOL I was relieved. Saved me from having to explain and give it to him and then sit there and sweat while he read it. I did produce the hard copy from my purse though so that he would know I honestly wasn't going to hide it from him forever.

He loved it and I'm glad he's read it. After we talked about it a while he said "I TOLD you I was going to give you something to write about."

Anyhow, thank you Tiggr for posting it. The pictures were AWESOME!!

Another Hint

Think really hard.

I've posted a picture of a weenie plane ....

And now this.....

Can you guess it now??

Another Round

I've been bored.

I've been Googling.

Any guesses?

I'm making this one easy.

I'll bet somebody out there knows what I googled to get this picture.

Babe,

You are the love of my life…my very best friend…my one and only true blue soul mate. How else could it be that you know exactly what I want before I speak a single word? And how is it that you know what I need often before I realize for myself?

Knowing that somehow you just know causes me to realize that I shouldn’t have been surprised when you came in from work and immediately applied your hand firmly to my wanting behind. And it shouldn’t have caught me off guard when the pain I felt transformed itself into pure pleasure as sensations radiated wildly through my entire body.

As I continued cooking what was to become supper you continued to spank. With each and every application of your hand I would catch my breath only to have it stolen once again by your promises for the hours ahead.

When you reached your hand into my pants a longing washed over me. I wanted you to pull my jeans to my knees. I wanted you to rub and pinch and stroke and squeeze and kiss what is yours. Oh, how I wanted to expose myself to you; to give you all of my vulnerabilities, all of my submission.

It wasn’t to be. Not yet.

Throughout dinner you managed to say just the right things at just the right moments which made me want you will all of my flesh… all of my mind… all of my soul. And you knew it. You knew that I was in that place where nothing stood between you and me. Nothing could stop what was to be. These moments sealed the fate of what was to come.

Later as I showered, I smiled when I heard you telling no one the plans you had for your wife – me!! You talked of squeezing and sucking and fucking. And as I listened and as the hot water from the shower trickled down my breasts I became more and more aware of the not just that, but also of the wetness between my legs.

My hand reached and rubbed so very softly the clit I knew you were soon going to spank. I hoped – at the very least – that is was soon to be. You know – don’t you – how very much I adore the feelings of submission and love that engulf me when you lightly spank me there.

And you did not disappoint. Everything I am and have soared when I went to the bedroom to wait for you. I knew you wouldn’t linger long but as I waited I couldn’t help it – my hand found its way back to aching, longing places. As I touched myself I let my mind fly, thinking how very much I wanted you to touch there, too.

I knew you wouldn’t take long. When I opened my eyes you came to my side, crop in hand. You knew. You always know. It was exactly what I wanted, needed. The temperature was rising all around as you gently spanked my clit. I closed my eyes as the ride began.

I don’t know how you manage some of the positions that you do. I felt you gently turn my head as you continued to gently spank my dripping cunt. I opened my eyes finding your extended cock before me. It was hard. Solid. I reached for it with my tongue and soon I was drawing as much of it as I could into my mouth.

I think it was then that I heard you call me “good girl.” I took you deeper in my mouth. You continued to spank my clit.

When you finally rolled me over I was ready. I was ready for whatever you wanted. I positioned myself on my knees. I loved how you spanked so slow and lightly at first. I knew. I knew it was going to be a long, hot spanking. There was nothing hurried.

As you increased the intensity of the strokes on my bottom I cried out into the pillow that I had buried my face in. I cried out for you to stop. I cried out for you to spank harder. No, I didn’t say the words. I couldn’t. I wanted you to stop. I wanted you to spank me forever. I wanted you to take me, to thrust your hard cock into my dripping cunt.

I focused on my breathing. I focused on the pain. I focused on the pleasure. I focused on your hand reaching around to caress my breasts. And I begged. I begged you to fuck me hard and fast. I was needy, longing, wanting.

How many times did you change from your hand to the crop to the flogger to … to… I can’t even remember. And I wish I had the words to describe the way I felt when you began to pump and grind your amazing, amazing cock into my pulsating pussy.

I didn’t know where to place my focus because you continued to spank me hard and never quit until we both collapsed.

How do I tell you that THAT is the best spanking you’ve ever given me? How do I tell you that the whole night was mind-blowing? How do I tell you that I want it again? There are no words. There is no way. How can a night like that be duplicated? Oh, how I wish we could do it again… just like that.

As I lay there regaining my ability to think and use the senses God gave me, you pulled me close, kissed my forehead and said “thank you.” You give me the most awesome night of my life and YOU are thanking ME? How did I get so lucky?

And the best part? I didn’t want spanked. I didn’t want sex but a long time ago, I decided I wanted to see what it was like to submit to these things when I didn’t want them. And you? You’ve never made the first move to spank me. I’ve always had to ask. I’ve always had to drop hints. And I’ve wondered if you would ever take the initiative upon yourself. And I’ve wondered what would it be like to submit when I truly wasn’t in the mood. Would I resent you? Would I hate it? Would I… could I ever submit to you simply for the sake of submitting?

Babe, it’s never been any better than that but how can I tell you I want it again – just like that – when it’s your idea, not mine? How can I tell you that without it being “my idea?”

CeeCi of Giardino del Piacere has honored me with the Thinking Blogger Award. Ceeci thinks I deserve a thinking award? Wow! To say I was honored is a bit of an understatement! Looky what she taught me and what she said about me.


Lately, visiting Theresa site has become a bit startling. We seem to have developed an uncanny sixth sense and have matching subject matter. Of course, we each have our unique manner of conveying our thoughts. Theresa's amazing 'I can do this' spirit has touched me more than she'll ever know. Her candor and optimism are contagious. Her encouraging words and positive input make receiving comments from her a pleasure. She likes to act like she's prim and proper, but with all that red hair and great sense of humor, I'm sure she gets the party started!


1. Well this is not just a mutual pat on the back, but CeeCi's Giardino del Piacere gets my first award. She is the greatest geek I know, and created my beautiful space. I can always count on her for help with Blogging and coding. Her photos make you feel like you accompanied her on her adventures. Walking down the street with CeeCi becomes an adventure. I think CeeCi's spirit and positive outlook has just rubbed off on me! You can always count on her to turn lemons into lemonaide.

2. Grace at A Day in the Life does a lot of thinking then she shares her thoughts with all of us. The quirky sense of humor she adds to her thoughtful posts keep me coming back for more. Grace typically gets us thinking about topics on domestic discipline, spanking, sex, blow jobs, and laundry.

3. New Beginnings, aka Elis or PK coined the phrase mind blogging. Her slant on the world is priceless. I hang on her every word. When I read other blogs I always check out her comment first, before reading the others. She is quick witted and sharp, but also very down to earth.

4. Eva at Nothing Random About a Spanking has proven that spankers don't suffer from empty nest syndrome, quite the opposite. Eva also has a special talent when it come to Google Image searches. Her lighthearted take on life has inspired me to think outside of my limits. I have even considered getting a crop thanks to Eva.

4. Hopefully on a temporary hiatus and not gone for good, SuzQ's My Naked Truth was my first reader. For months and months she shared her thoughts and feelings with us all over Sunday Lattes. She is a brilliant writer and blogger. To this day Sunday's Blogging,and thinking, over a rich coffee drink just go hand in hand for me.


To the folks I've chosen if you wish to continue the chain, here are the rules:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to five blogs that make you think.
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote.

Tell Me What You See

We interupt our regularly scheduled blog for the following announcement:

Just click on the picture above to go there now. Be sure to leave a comment!!

Now, back to our regularly scheduled blog . . .

I found these pictures over at Vintage Spanking Photos and couldn't help but notice something that didn't seem quite right in them. I'm wondering, do you see it also? Is it as obvious to you as it is to me?

Now, I'm not a spanker. I'm always on the other end of the paddle so maybe there's nothing really wrong. What do you think?

Don't get me wrong, they are lovely spanking pictures as is EVERYTHING at Vintage Spanking Photos. Maybe it's the geek in me that even notices this at all. Maybe there isn't anything wrong at all. Maybe I'm just reading too much into the photos.

Tell me what you think.

PK's Been Hijacked

Hey Everyone!!! Shhhh..... It's me..... Eva.........



I had to wear a disquise cuz I don't want PK to know that I've hijacked her blog....

If she finds out I was here, I'll get the PK look.....


Did you hear? She's gone for a few days and you KNOW what that means!!!



So where is everyone!! Let's get this party started!!!!