Theresa 2

This is the second post in my vacation series written by our good friend Theresa. I especially like this one not only for its content but for a few of our former blogging friends who are fondly brought to mind in it.



Enjoy!!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Rosy Red Rest Retreat

October 15th 2010 Somewhere on the Left Side.

"CeeCi what the heck is going on here?" Mojo insisted.
"It's Paul's birthday, I'm decorating. Help me with the balloons and take the ice cream out of the freezer so it can soften."
"CeeCi are you sure you are ok?"
"Yes Mojo hurry they will all be here soon. Here put on a party hat."
"Who CeeCi, who will be here?"
"The gang Eva, Theresa, Elis, Paul, Grace, Tiggr, Cassie." Don't just stand there help me Mojo. Oh Mojo can you run out and get me some film?"
"Film? What kind of film Cee's."
"For the camera silly. I want lots of pictures. Who knows if we will ever see these guys again."
"Darling you're delirious, come let me get you four ibuprofen and put you to bed. We'll call the doctor in the morning."


Somewhere in Georgia

"Where's Theresa?" Glenn the ADON of the nursing home asked the staff.

Pam the head LPN answered," She disappeared about an hour ago. Someone saw her leaving the parking lot with a bunch of Tiggrs. Mr Huff, and Woody are also missing. Big Mama says she heard Theresa trying to talk them into escaping with her. And someone has stolen all the adult diapers and Boost."
"Call 911, get the police over here. I'll call the families and the administrator." Glenn shouted.


Somewhere in a High School Class Room.

"I" before "E" except after "C"... kids, can you say it with me?"
"Mrs Dry, this is supposed to be math. I thought we were having a quiz today?"
"Oh splendid Jason....let's all have a quiz. Lets have a Sudoku quiz." Ahahahahahaha!
"What's up with teach?"
"Beats me. But I didn't study so let's play along."


Somewhere in a Suburban Kitchen

"Nick, I thought I told you I wanted this kitchen gone. And I come back and it is still here."
"Elis what the heck has gotten onto you. You are beginning to really tick me off."
"Why do you keep calling me Elis, who is Elis? You know my name is PK. You're spanking this Elis person aren't you? Nick I am leaving you. I am going to stay with my Sister Eva for awhile. Once you have ended this frivolous relationship with this Elis woman, and disposed of this kitchen, I might consider returning."
"Elis honey, I'm calling the doctor."


Somewhere in a Suburban Living Room

"Grace what the heck is going on here! It looks like a clothes bomb went off in here!"
"Oh Bossman you're home!" Grace exclaims. "Isn't it great, I have found a job that I can do at home."
"Grace, honey what are you talking about? What is all this mess."
"Don't you see? It has been right in front of my nose all along, and I missed it. Everyone has told me that I have a special talent when it comes to laundry. I have taken in laundry from the entire subdivision. Seventy five families have signed up. It is going to be great! Help me get this load to the laundry room."


Somewhere in the South in a Convertible

"Weeeeeee this is the most fun I have had in ages, how about you guys?" Cassie exclaims as she flies down the interstate at 80mph.
Cassie looks over at her two cohorts in crime. Two wide eyed kitties, their claws buried deep in the upholstery, hang on for dear life.
"Hey PK" Cassie asks, dangerously taking her eyes off the road. "Where did you say that tattoo parlor was?"


Phone rings.

Paul "Hello"
Dante "Paul thank God I found you. I did not know who to turn to. Tiggr has been up for 86 hours straight. She won't sleep and all she wants to do is have her picture taken and lap milk out of a bowl."
Paul " Oh No not Tiggr too. Sit down Dante. I'll try to explain. We're going to need your help."




New York Times November 1st 2010

The AMA has discovered a new type of senile dementia. It seems to only strike women 40's and over. Only a handful of diagnosis have been confirmed to date. At first researchers thought it was possibly viral. But these women are from all walks of life, and all over the country. The worlds leading physicians have examined the women and feel that they should be isolated for more research and hopefully determine a treatment.



A benefactor form the UK has offered to sponsor and run a facility where the women can be treated, and cared for until more information on this mysterious disease can be found. All we know about him, is his name is Paul. The benefactor has also enlisted the help on one Dante d'Amore. Besides having an extensive background in psychology, Mr d'Amore seems to have a common link to these demented women. Multiple attempts to interview spouses and family members have proved unsuccessful. The women's homes are heavily guarded.





Later that week at the CNN newsroom, reporters discuss the story.

"Well all of the women were moved out at various times over the last few days. We had surveillance on two homes, and don't even know how they got the women out."

"Hey guys look!" We were right about the location they were taking the women too. We picked up something on video there last night."

"Great let's get this over to the screening room and see what we have."

As they play the video one reporter calls out, "Wait, rewind a little.....ok ok there stop, can you zoom in. Can you get the shot a little clearer? " I knew it! I knew I had seen that bathrobe before, and there is no mistaking that hair."

"Who is it John, do you know her."

Yes remember about 4 years ago the lady in Georgia that climbed the airport tower?"

"You mean the spanko blogger?"

"Yeah that's her, I'll never forget that hair, that face. And I certainly will never forget that bathrobe."

"John are you sure it is her? She became a hero to women everywhere. Sales of that bathrobe hit in the millions. My wife even has one."

Looking a bit shocked, then looking back at the freeze-frame video John stated. "No that's her I am certain of it. Guys there is more to this story than we are being told."


Wednesday Pet Therapy

Eva "That poodle is older than me! You think that is supposed to cheer me up."
Theresa "Eva don't be so mean, poodles have feelings too. And look at her pretty pink toenails."
CeeCi "Why can't we have kitties for pet day?'
Tiggr " It's Wednesday we are supposed to have pussy's and cocks"
All the girls "Ahahahaha Tiggr good one. Yeah it's Wankable Wednesday. Yeahhhhh"
Grace " I'm with Ceeci and Tig why can't we have kitty's (sniff sniff) I miss my kitty. Waaaaahhhh
Theresa "I have an idea! Let's see if Sar will bring the pups on Wednesdays. That would be good pet therapy.
Elis "No not Wednesdays...we want Sar to come on Tuesday and Thursday."
Paul "Elis why do you want Sar on Tuesday and Thursday?"
Elis "So the pups won't interfere with Wankable Wednesday, duh."
Cassie " Yeah duh Paul?"




Paul rubs his head as he walks away with Dante.
Paul "This is getting harder and harder. Any luck finding an activities director for the girls?"
Dante "Well I have a call out to Kayley. Let's face it, we can't hire just any one for this job. How will we explain activities like Wankable Wednesday, and Fantasy Friday to some preppie Play Therapist? The girl I interviewed last week seemed open minded. But then Tiggr kept threatening to spank her."
Paul "Yeah it is hard enough to get people for this type of work, but with Theresa wandering the halls constantly asking....."You wanna see my butt? You wanna see my butt?"
Paul "Well it is darn near impossible."
Dante "You're right. Let's just hope Kayley is up for it. If anyone can do it she can."


Theresa "Pssst hey PK why do you want Sar to bring the pups on Tuesdays and Thursdays?"
Elis "Silly! Tuesday is spinach day, and Thursday is Brussels sprouts day. Sar and the pups will help us distract them so we can get rid of the vile stuff."
Theresa "Yeah good plan, PK."

Later in the week, Kayley arrives.

Paul "So Kayley I can't thank you enough for coming to help us."
Kayley " Oh Paul you know I'd do anything for these guys. They are the best brattiest friends a brat could ever have."
Paul " So what activities do you have planned."
Kayley "Well they are firm that Wednesdays are to remain Wankable.
Fridays will include Fantasy's. We are going to turn Gratitude Tuesday into some sort of Bingo game. I need to work on the details of that one." Tuesdays and Thursdays Sar has agreed to bring the pups for Pet Therapy. Cassie is trying to get me to have a tattoo day. I guess we could do temporary ones. Kind of like face painting, but on the other end! Grace wants a class on BJ's, but I am not certain where to go with that one. I have also asked around and a lot of the other facilities do "Lady Fingers" one afternoon a week."
Paul "Oh Kayley the girls will love that...but I think most would like Twinkies better than Lady Fingers."
Kayley (giggling)" No silly Lady Fingers means manicure day!"




A day or two later.
Ring Ring

Paul "Rosy Red Rest Retreat"
Anne Elizabeth " Oh Paul I just heard. Is everyone ok?"
Paul "As well as can be expected Anne. I'm glad to hear you are ok. Biggest problem now is the media and security."
Anne Elizabeth "Well I can help you out there Paul. I'll fly in tomorrow and run security for you. I have lots of friends on the force (if you know what I mean), and I can handle security for you."
Paul "How wonderful of you to offer Anne Elizabeth. You are a sweet dear friend. The girls will be so happy to see you."
Anne Elizabeth " I'll make everyonel some jalapeno cornbread when I get in."
Paul " That sounds wonderful. Hey Anne do you know any recipes with ginger? Several of the girls say they have been craving ginger?"
Anne (snicker snicker) "I'll have to see Paul."
Paul " Can't wait to see you have a safe trip."

Anne Elizabeth and her security crew.

Next day.
Ring Ring

Paul "Rosy Red Rest Retreat."
SuzQ "Oh Paul sorry to be calling so late, but I just got back, and it finally dawned on me what we need to do!"
Paul "At this point I am open to anything. What did you have in mind Suz?"
SuzQ " I am booked on the next red eye. Meet me at Best Buys."
Paul "Thanks Suz see you soon."

That afternoon
*Loud Speaker*
"Ladies it is "significant other" day. Come visit. There's fresh fruit and snack cakes in the activities room."

Theresa "Arrggghhhhhhhh Eva! What are you doing with that apple. Don't you remember the trouble you caused the last time you ate one of those? That garter snake is going to be after you."
Eva " I'm not afraid of a little old garter snake."
Theresa "Yeah well I wonder how Adam is going to feel about having to roam the earth naked for a gazillion years because of you! I'm telling."
Eva "Brat! There is no such thing as a gazillion!"
PK "Why does she want to eat an apple anyway when there is CAKE!"
Tiggr "I hate juice, where's the cream."
CeeCi "Here you guys, rub some of this magic cream on you. You'll feel better soon."
Grace "You guys are all perverted and weird."
Cassie "I'll second that!

CNN News Flash

Breaking information has just been released. Some months ago we reported about a group of women, with a sudden onset of a new and rare senile dementia. Researchers have found the common link with these women. They are all spanko bloggers. Experts aren't certain if the dementia is due to computer waves, or if this is just the natural progression of the spanko disorder. The American Psychiatric Association stated that spanko is a true psychiatric disorder. They are adding this to there list of diagnosis. They believe the cause of the dementia is just the natural progression of the disorder. This has started a heated debate between researchers and the rest of the medical community.

Midnight at Best Buy's

Paul "Oh SuzQ it is so good to see you, but what are we doing here?"
SuzQ "Paul I figured it all out. We are buying computers for all the girls, of course we need a MAC for CeeCi. Come on let's check out, and find a diner. I need some coffee, and I'll explain everything to you. Paul does the center have enough money to cover all these computers?"
Paul " Oh yes, Theresa's son Michael graduated Georgia Tech, and can write his own ticket. Elis' son is a Broadway star. The two boys met while visiting their mom's and put their heads together. They came up with the idea to sell Theresa's Danny Mayye series to George Lucas. I don't have any idea what George is going to do with it. But Michael is designing computer graphics, Elis son has gone to Hollywood, and George has hired Anakin and Padme to consult. There's plenty of money."


Later at the diner.

Paul " So tell me SuzQ, what have you discovered."
SuzQ "Well have you been to any of the blogs lately?"
Paul "I sort of have my hands full here SuzQ, I haven't had time for blogs."
SuzQ "Well if you had of you would have known. I went looking to see what the girls had been discussing, writing about. I knew that somehow the key to this travesty was in the blogs. "
Paul "And?"
SuzQ "There all gone Paul....wiped out every single blog is gone."
Paul "No! You think that put the girls over the edge."
SuzQ "Yes Paul I do. Here is how I see it. Theresa seldom see's Will due to distance, Tom and Adam were both working constantly on big projects. Mojo was away working. Mollie had learned to cook and decided she wanted to be a homebody, so Elis and Nick never got any time alone. I can't quite make the connection with Tiggr, but I think she is an enigma."

SuzQ "Anyway no one was getting spanked. The blogs were their only connections to their spanko souls. Then when the blogs disappeared, they all just snapped!"
Paul " Amazing. But it makes sense."
SuzQ "What got me thinking was why it did not happen to us all. My blog is gone also. But I haven't been on my blog. I have been in the Adirondacks Mountains getting spanked. Anne Elizabeth finally Made Her Cop Come, so she wasn't blogging either. That is the key No Spankings, and No Blogging. Anne Elizabeth and I have been getting plenty of spankings and have not even thought of blogging.
Paul "How do you explain Kayley.
SuzQ " I think age does play a role. Brat! But she can't help it."
Paul " This is great let's get back to the Rosy Red Rest Retreat and put your theory to the test."




The next morning. Everyone was so happy to see SuzQ. They all had lattes, and cake. SuzQ explained her theory to the girls. None of them understood any of the specifics. They just new that they were going to get to blog, and SuzQ told them spankings would be part of the therapy.

Everyone was ecstatic, CeeCi and SuzQ were busy helping everyone create new templates. Soon the laughter was flowing like pink champagne at a wedding.

SuzQ "Ok everybody listen up. I think if we work hard and get these blogs back up and going, you can all be back to normal and home in no time."

PK "Home? Why do we have to go home."
Grace "Yeah home means responsibilities and work."
Tiggr "Why can't we all just stay here and be together and blog."
Eva "Yeah the guys can come in every couple of days and spank us, and take us on field trips."
CeeCi "I vote lets stay, but I think we need to adopt some pussies."
Cassie "Yeah we can go on field trips to Tattoo Parlors."
Theresa "Hey everybody, I think Cassie is starting to sound like her old self again."

Hahahahahahahaha. Everyone got their blogs up and running, and everyone got spanked regularly. Eventually they all returned to their old selves, and decided they missed there homes, families and jobs. Well except Theresa, she said she did not miss her job. She wanted to become a professional blogger. Eventually they all went home. It was a tearful going away party. CeeCi rubbed natural progesterone cream on everyone. Eventually after hugs, and exchanging addresses and phone numbers everyone went home.

Elis "Nick where's the kitchen?"
Nick rubbing his head " One of these days PK....one of these days."

Eva "Adam. I don't think I want to go back to teaching. I think I want to design shoes and oversized t shirts."

CeeCi " Oh Mojo it is going to be so great to get home. Now I have two Mac's. Mr and Mrs Macfor! Can we stop by the Health Food Store on the way home?"

Cassie " Tom? Can I drive home? Let the top down!"

Grace " Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh where the heck did all this laundry come from......BOSSMAAAAAAAAN!"

Paul, SuzQ, Dante, Anne, and Kayley all sipping champagne tying up lose ends for the closing of the Rosy Red Rest Retreat.

Paul "Gosh guys thanks for all your help. Team work is how this miracle happened."

Tearful good byes, hugs, and promises to keep in touch as everyone readied to leave.

Dante "Come on Tiggr let's go home. Tiggr, what have you been into? What's that moustache you have?"

-----oOo-----

Maggie

Update of the twins: Hey everyone!! I know my twin has already posted an update for you but I thought I might throw in my two cents here.

One thing about last night: the men.

PK was worried that Nick wouldn't talk much. I wasn't worried about Adam because he talks just fine. I was worried though that if Nick didn't talk that Adam might feel kind of lost. Well guess what? When we got here we went straight to dinner. The guys were in the front seat. PK and I were in the back. We weren't even a mile down the road when I paused to listen to the guys. I looked at PK, smiled, and said "They're bonding."

PK had nothing to worry about. Nick is not quite as shy as she claims.

Okay, on to my retro post for the day!!!!!



You're going to love this post from Maggie. It was an easy choice. It makes me laugh everytime I read it.

Enjoy!



Friday, October 27, 2006
Ways To Piss Off Your Husband

Buy a new car. Don't tell him.

Order new furniture. Don't tell him.

Write checks. Lots of checks. Don't record them. Don't tell him.

Use those credit cards. All of them. Don't tell him.
[A perfect time to order all of those implements you've had your eye on.]

Set the remote to lock out all of his favorite sports channels.

Remove the batteries from all the remotes in the house. Don't have any extras in the house.

Forget to refill the toilet paper. Don't have any extra in the house. (Except in your bathroom of course.) Don't share.

An old standby: Wash all his white socks, underwear and t-shirts with a brand spanking new red sweater. [You know - the one you just purchased on the credit card.]

Hide his car keys. And no, he may not drive your new car.

Remove all pens and writing utensils from the house. Have crayons on hand.

Go on strike. No cleaning, no cooking, no laundry, no errand runner, no answering service.

IF you must cook, plan your menu carefully: peanut butter and jelly, frozen pizza, tv dinners, spaghetti-o's, pb & j again, animal crackers and boxed juice for a snack. Get creative.

Tell him the oil light has been on in your car for a week or so and that you kept forgetting to tell him.

Go out to eat. Place your order with the waiter. Keep calling him back to change your order. Once your order arrives, cut your husbands meal up into small bite size pieces for him. - See how attentive you can be?

See, there are plenty of ways to make him mad. An infinite list. These are just a few mild ones. Use your imaginations. Of course, I have NO idea if these work or not. I would never try anything like this to piss off MrC!

*Disclaimer: These are only suggestions. This is for educational and research purposes only. It is up to you, the reader, to act responsibly. I am in no way liable for any outcome that may arise from your research. Furthermore, Hell No! I'm not ready to do my own research, just yet. WEG

Y'all are soooo impatient!!!

It's 6:19. We're here.

More later!!!!

Cassie 2

Cassie is such a treat that I couldn't resist posting a second one from her archives!!



Enjoy!!

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I've gone too far.

Yes, I may have indeed gone too far this time. Three thousand miles too far! It is amazing what a little guts and a credit card can do for you. I sat around at the house stewing, pouting and finally deciding that I was free, white and over 65 and I could do what I wanted for a change! I didn’t tell him he couldn’t go back to work why can he tell me not to go to California? It didn’t even take all that much planning. I simply waited for Tom to leave for work, packed quickly, left him a note, called a cab and headed to the airport!

I knew Tom would probably be calling before long and sure enough as I waited for the flight to be called his call came and I led him to believe I was running errands. Then I turned the phone off and have been scared to turn it back on since! So here I sit in California wondering what’s going to happen now. Is he just going to let me stay and visit a while? He is going to fly out here and drag me home? Is he going to let me come home? Have I left my husband? Do I have a home to return to? Will I need a date for Valentine’s Day? Paul, are you available? Would you mind if I flew over to hide for a bit?


Oh come now, you didn’t believe any of that did you? I know some of you must have because I heard you gasp! Come now, I may act foolish at times but have you been reading my blog? I love my husband more than life. I would never do something like that to him. Well not for more than an afternoon anyway! No, not even for a Valentine dinner with Paul!

But I am in California and Tom is here with me! All this started Tuesday morning. I have been sleeping pretty late lately since there was no real reason to get up. So it was probably around 9:30 and I was snoozing away when all of a sudden the covers were ripped back and Tom was putting me over his knee and burning my bottom up! He scared me to death. He is fussing away “Is this how you spend day? I suppose I am going to have to make you a list of chores to accomplish each day or you will be sleeping or on that computer all day! This won’t do Cassie!” He had my full attention but one part of my mind was thinking “I can’t believe he came home just to see what time I got up!”

He finally let me up and was enjoying my ‘just spanked’ dance a little too much! What a way to wake up!! But he just laughed and hugged me and asked me how fast I could get packed we were headed to California! I asked him what in the world was going on.
He explained that he was very pleased, and somewhat surprised, that I had not fussed or pouted when he told me I couldn’t go. He said that he didn’t want me to feel neglected because he was working and the told the company that he would be taking a few days off to take me on a short trip. They not only didn’t seem to mind, they were sending a company plane to California so they flew us here!

The trip here was wonderful! The plane was one of the nicest I have ever seen, it was like a small apartment. We had company for the first part of the flight but during the last part we had the passenger cabin to ourselves. I would like to tell you that I got to join the mile high club on this trip but that would not be the truth. We actually joined several years ago, but we did renew our membership! I will tell you all about California soon.

Grace

Today's featured blogger is our good friend Grace. This is my all time favorite post of hers. It's definitely worth reading again....and again.... Love you Grace!!!

Jul 12, 2006

The worst part

The worst part was having him come in unexpectedly, grab my hands and tell me to stand in the corner. Yep, definitely the worst.

The worst part was I didn't give in readily, and I whined like a baby. He gave in and had me sit on the bed instead. Oh yes, that was the worst.

The worst part was sitting on the bed, waiting, wondering, thinking. I was so nervous, that had to be the worst.

The worst part was when he came and sat on the bed and I was standing between his knees and he told me I had to pull down my own pants. I hate pulling down my own pants. That was the worst.

The worst part was being pulled over his knee with my pants and panties down around my ankles. My bare bottom a very easy target. Absolutely the worst.

The worst part was when the first slap of the bamboo backscratcher slapped down on my bare bottom. Oh ouch, that was the worst.

The worst part was when he kept spanking my bottom with that horrible, evil thing, and I started making those weird noises and kicking my legs. Embarrassing, for sure the worst.

The worst part was since I haven't been spanked for awhile, it hurt like hell. Oh boy did it hurt. Oh was it the worst.

The worst part was after it was over, he led me to the bathroom so I could look at the damage in the mirror. Oh the humility of it all. The worst, for sure.

The worst part was when he made me put my pants back on, without panties, so I could feel it the rest of the day. That had to be the worst.

Actually, now that I think about it, the worst part of the whole thing is....

I can't wait for it to happen again.

That's the worst.

later.........

Cassie

Cassie is one of the most irresistable bloggers out here in our community. Choosing a favorite from her blog was difficult as everything she writes is a favorite!! I'm sure you'll love this post about her very first spanking as much as I do!


Enjoy!!

Sunday, June 11, 2006

My First Adult Spanking

This is the true story of how I learned about adult spanking. The best part is that Tom and Cassie are still together and still enjoy the occasional spanking.

My father was an abusive man. He rarely struck me, but was very harsh with my brother and mother. As is common in these situations, I married an abuser the first time. There was certainly no spanking there, but he used his fist quite often. I lived with this for five years when he died unexpectedly. I can’t say that I was sorry. Although I am sure he didn’t mean to, he left me well off financially and I decided to party and enjoy myself and never allow anyone to hit me again.

During the late 60’s, I fell in with a group of friends that traveled and partied. Although I was too old to be a hippie, we embraced the idea that if it feels good, do it. We loved to gamble, drink, and sleep around. It was a very unladylike period of my life. I developed a sleeping problem. I could only sleep if I was alone; it was like I was afraid to let my guard down around others.

In June of 1970, a man began showing up at many of our gatherings. I thought he was gorgeous. I saw him at different parties for several weeks, but I couldn’t get up enough nerve to speak to him because it seemed as if every time he actually looked at me, it was with a frown, like he was annoyed. We hadn’t even spoken! But finally in July, he asked me out.

Our date was lovely, perfect in fact. We talked and talked. I had never talked to anyone as much as I did with Tom that first night. I was completely willing to go to bed with him, but he took me home, kissed me good night and left. About a week later, we were dining when I said something like, “Where the hell is the damn waiter?” Suddenly I saw the “look” again, the annoyed one. He said, “You are the most beautiful, most refined lady I have ever known. How can you allow such vulgar language to come out of your mouth?” This was my first introduction to Tom’s ideas about the proper behavior of a lady.

I think that I muttered an apology while thinking to myself, “Who the hell do you think you are to tell me how to talk. I’m nearly 30 damn years old!” But other than that, he was wonderful. We danced and went to casinos, plays, and parties. He was the most interesting and attentive man I had ever known. But I couldn’t get him in bed!

After we had been going out for about a month, we drove way out in the country for a picnic. It was a beautiful secluded spot. We laid out the quilt and ate. After lunch, he slept and I just sat and watched him. When he woke, we took a short walk. I accidentally stepped into a muddy area and when I saw the mud all over my new shoes, I said “Oh, shit.” I suddenly felt Tom take my arm and he said “That’s IT!” Before I could get my bearings, Tom was seated on a log and I was over his knee. I never remembered being spanked before, but this, my first, I will remember the rest of my life. This hand that had so gently stroked my face was spanking my bottom for all he was worth. Each smack reverberated though the woods and created an area of fire on my seat that was unbelievable. I finally realized he was talking the whole time about my “inappropriate” behavior. “You are not going to use that language around me, or anyone else. You are a lady and you will not speak like a streetwalker”.

I was totally shocked and furious. I began fighting as hard as I could to get away with no luck. If he thought he had heard cussing before, it was nothing compared to what I was saying then. The more I cussed him, the harder he spanked. My bottom felt like it was in an oven. I finally just had to grit my teeth to keep from crying, and I was NOT going to cry. When he finally stopped, I was still shaking with rage and jerking to get away. He held me firmly over his knee and asked one question that changed my life, “Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?” As I write this, it seems like a simple question, but as I lay across his knee the answer came to me and it hurt deeper than the spanking. No, no one had ever cared that much. Then I started crying. I hadn’t cried since I was a child. My first husband had NEVER made me cry and here I was crying my eyes out.

Tom picked me up and carried me back to the quilt. I think I sobbed for nearly an hour and then I actually fell asleep, in front of another person! When I woke up he was still holding me and seemed content to do so for as long as I wanted. We made love for the first time then and I felt like a virgin. I truly feel that the spanking I received that afternoon and all the talking we did afterward saved me twenty years of therapy.

We were married three weeks later. I was thirty and I can’t believe with all the street smarts I possessed at the time that I was totally naive about the idea of a “spanking lifestyle.” I assumed that the spanking had been a once in a lifetime event. Just how naive was I? I never gave one thought to the wedding gift Tom gave me: a beautiful ivory hairbrush and comb set for my dresser. Now wasn’t that lovely?

Tiggr

When it come to our good friend Tiggr, I think I do love her best when her bounciness comes shining through. I love the playful side of her which is why this post is one of my absolute favorites of hers.



Enjoy!!

He Nuked my Ass!

OK, so why the cute little toaster and microwave picture? Ask Paul!

Because I got my ass toasted and nuked (and cooked and chilled), that's why!

I've always known that Dante is innovative, creative, imaginative and adventuresome but he really went over the top with yesterday’s play session. I literally stripped as soon as we went into the bedroom and he told me to lay face down on the bed and turn my head away from the doorway. When he returned, he laid our biggest wooden paddle (with the holes) on my left arm and told me to keep it there as a reminder.

Then he set something incredibly heavy on my ass and warned me not to move. It wobbled a bit precariously as my bottom jiggled and my mind raced. What the HELL could it be?????

Any guesses…. PAUL??? You got it… it was the freakin’ microwave!! Dante called it his “homage to Paul” and then he not only set it up on the dresser behind me but he started using it!

While it “cooked” up what would soon be his pleasure and my demise, he set to work whipping, flogging, spanking, cropping, paddling and otherwise tormenting my posterior. He was like the mad chef, possessed, crazed and rejuvenated by his momentary lapse into insanity.

He warned me to “hold onto myself” cause “this is going to hurt like hell” seconds before turning on the power saw just inches from my vulnerable, naked body and unsuspecting mind… I nearly jumped through the ceiling. Of course, none of this evoked any fear because I trust him implicitly and it is all good-natured fun, but damn is he crazy or what? Spontaneity takes on a whole new meaning…

He spent nearly two hours teasing, spanking, and punishing my body and messing with my head. He used the microwave to heat wet towels that he then draped across my bottom, thighs and/or back before caning me or paddling me or flogging me. He filled me with sensations that had gone thus far undiscovered and sent me reeling with orgasm after orgasm, often in spite of myself, despite sometimes intense (but fleeting) pain.

Pain merged into pleasure throughout his deranged games and he alternated heat with ice and rolled me from one side to the other, leaving no part of my body untouched by his devilish intentions. He slid ice between my legs and around my burning bottom, then switched back to a hot, moist towel before applying nearly full-force strokes from the belt, the cane and the paddles.

As he did this, the spray of water from the towel would fly up and wash over me, cascading around me like a miniature waterfall. I found myself awash in pleasurable sensations and the thuddy feel of the implements no longer even registered in my brain as painful. It was all one giant orgasmic experience and I came over and over and over again.

I am beyond multi-orgasmic and he loves finding new ways to send me over the edge, new places to touch and tease, new ways to tweak me to the very core… and he is the Master of my body, mind and soul. No one has ever known me like he does, nor has taken the time or expelled the energy to delve into each and every nook and cranny to bring me such intense pleasure and overwhelming peace. He rocked my world in ways that I’ve never dreamed.

Afterward, we reveled in the subspace glow and talked quietly about the experience, the feelings, the pain, the pleasure. Then I spent the remainder of the evening by his side as he worked on the computer. I floated and drifted and tried to attune myself to all that I was experiencing as I came back down to earth.

When he asked what was wrong several hours later, I realized that I was experiencing the endorphin drop that Paul had so judiciously warned me about weeks ago. And this one was overwhelming. For as high as he took me into the clouds, the descent was equally intense. In the hours before sleep, I felt powerless to stop the thoughts that raced through my brain and the pounding that consumed my head.

I had the good sense to eat after our session and I also refueled with lots of water but I couldn’t shake the increasing sense of foreboding or depression or helplessness that I was experiencing. The pounding in my head threatened to turn into a migraine and I was literally seeing floaters and feeling quite esoteric just before I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

I was unable to express any of this at the time, as I could barely form many simple words or phrases, so Dante will understand it truly for the first time as he reads this.

So for you, dearest Dante, please understand that I wouldn’t change a moment of what you did to me or what I felt or experienced, not one single thing. And I’m still learning and attuning to the whole aftercare experience but it makes sense to me that the endorphin drop is proportional to the endorphin high, so maybe we can work together to make this part of the experience a bit easier for me (or at least more comfortable).

Physical contact, continuous physical contact, seems key. I instinctively reached out to touch and tease him (to the point of annoyance, unfortunately), and I felt better when he reached out to touch me back. I don’t know what works best for others who experience this degree of a crash, but maybe some slow, gentle, reassuring massage, some soothing lotion, maybe even being put in the tub and bathed (when his back feels better)… just ideas as I’m sure we will find our own resolution.

I know that part of the intensity yesterday was that we did this in the middle of the afternoon, which also made it much more enjoyable in many respects. But as such I wasn’t able to just drift off to sleep afterward (not that I usually can or do anyway, but this was even further away from bedtime).

Do you have any solutions that seem to work for you, to bring you back to earth with a softer, more comfortable landing? If so, I’d really love to hear from you!