Spanking Senses

Are you ready?

We're going to take a journey.

Just sit back.

Relax.

Close your eyes.

No. Wait.

Don't close your eyes.

You can't read with your eyes closed.

So where are we going?

That depends.

On you.

Yes. It all depends on you.

Here's the plan... We're going to go back in our minds and remember.

Think of a favorite memorable spanking.

Got it? Remember it?

Now we're going to walk through it using all of our 5 senses: Sound, sight, smell, touch, and taste.

First of all, I can hear it.

How about you?

Come over here.

Pull down those pants.

Hand me my belt.

You're going to get 10 swats with the crop and then 10 more with that wooden spoon.

Don't those words just start the juices flowing?

And speaking of sound how about the swish of that crop?

The smack of that belt?

What else can you hear?

The lecture? The sobs? The TV? The radio? The doorbell? Laughter?

Sight.

What do you see?

The belt? The crop? The paddle?

The floor? Does it need swept?

Or are your eyes closed tight in anticipation of what's coming?

What about his face? How's it look? Mad? Happy? Playful?

What's he wearing?

What are you wearing?

How tight are his jeans?

How erect is his penis?

(whew, I'm getting warm... how about you?)

And the smells..... Is dinner on the stove? Did you have to turn it down while your punishment takes place?

How about that cake in the oven? Will he be done spanking you before the timer goes off?

Are the candles burning? Pumpkin spice? Clean cotton? Cucumber melon?

What's your favorite cologne that he wears?

Let's take a break and go get it now.

Take the lid off. Breathe deep.

Can you remember?

Are you outside?

Can you smell the fresh air as he leaned you against that tree?

Flowers?

And what are you tasting?

A dry mouth?

His hard cock that he thrusts into your mouth when he takes a break from spanking your bottom?

What was the last thing you ate?

Did you go to dinner later?

Did you have to sit in that hard restaurant chair with your bottom throbbing?

Well, now, that would be our final sense of touch, wouldn't it?

What else are you feeling? That paddle cracking down hard on your deserving ass?

His hardness as you lay across his lap?

Can you reach the carpeting? Touch it. How's it feel.

Or are you on your knees? Are they aching from the hardness of the floor or did your spanker take pity on you and let you kneel on something cushioned? A pillow? Or is raw rice grinding into your knees as part of your punishment?

No wonder spankings are so awesome!!! All five senses are engaged at once.

Does it get any better than that?

One more thing though... how about the emotions?

Are you angry?

Happy?

Humiliated?

Remorseful?

Wet and horny?

So now here's an idea.... Since all this is fresh on your mind, why not write it all down. Write down every detail you remember about that spanking and then... what the heck.. why not send it to my twin at elisspeaks@yahoo.com.

I'm sure she'd love to use it as a Fantasy Friday story.

Oh, and be sure to tell her Eva sent you.

Freakazoid

So let's talk about my missing libido.

I've had a complete loss of sex drive for about a year now. I know I don't have to live like this. I know it shouldn't be like this. It's just that I haven't cared. I mean if you aren't interested, you aren't interested. What's the big deal?

And what's worse is that as time has gone on Adam is not interested either. So what do you have when two people have no interest?

No sex. No spanking.

We haven't even tried anything for three months. THREE MONTHS, people. That's a LONNNNGGGGG time to go without sex.... unless of course no one's interested. It's like going three months without flying a kite... or playing touch football. Those are - for sure - interesting and pleasurable activities but I don't know about you... I mean - REALLY - who cares? I do not miss the fact that I haven't flown a kite in years or played touch football. Sure, it would be fun but it's not something I crave. Ergo, I don't exactly miss it either.

But now there's a problem..... seems that my libido is kicking into gear and I'm starting to miss both sex and spanking. (Down, PK, down - I know this excites you).

Here's an even bigger problem..... or rather problemS.

For one thing, Adam is still not back to normal. He's making progress and is so much better than before. They seem to be honing in on different problems and working toward helping him to feel better. A biggie recently brought to our attention is sleep apnea. The neurologist believes that will be a major factor. He's being fitted for a cpap tomorrow or the next day. Fingers crossed. I hope to see his six week long headache disappear and I hope to see his energy level increase. I know one that happens, his interest will return. He is - after all - a red blooded male.

That's not all though.

Doesn't matter how much the mood might be returning for me it doesn't change the fact that I feel like a freakazoid.

After this most recent surgery I came home with an incision from my breastbone to my pubic bone. I had 75 metal staples. It looked like a zipper running right up the middle of my body. I had two of these in - one coming out from each side of my waist and pinned to this. Then there's the third boob. When my surgeon closed my incision it's left a puffy area right between my boobs looking like I've grown a third one. Oh, and did I mention that my belly button is in the trash? That's what my surgeon told offspring #3 when she asked him about it.

I knew every last one of those things was going to take place. My surgeon told me prior to the fact. See, he's not a plastic surgeon but when he repairs a hernia he likes to close the incision tightly eliminating loose skin. Considering my insurance would NEVER cover the cost of a plastic surgeon I couldn't refuse this free skin elimination. I have no regrets. My size 8 pants are too big. I'm pretty sure I can wear a six now.

So about the freakazoid thing.... shortly after surgery I stood in the shower and cried. It was all just too much. It's not quite as bad now because one of the drains is gone and so are the staples. However there's still one drain, the binder, and the puffy third boob.

Sigh.

Who wants to look at all that? Even once the drain is gone and the binder is shed there will still be that extra hooter, no belly button and a massive scar to look at. Poor Adam. I wouldn't want to be him and don't blame him if he NEVER gets his interest back.

In spite of all that, stay tuned.... I got an idea for a post this morning that I want to write soon. Hopefully I will do that today and post it tomorrow.

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

The cat is out of the bag.....And I can't wait!! Can you imagine PK, Grace, C.c, and myself all in the same state with our men? It's going to be a blast!!!! For obvious privacy reasons we can't tell you exactly when or where but don't worry - you'll be getting all the sordid details one day soon.

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One more thing before I go.... this past week... when PK and Nick were here.... she got spanked and I saw every swat!!!!!!

Try to Remember

Wow!!! I loved the week with PK, Nick, and Mollie. So did Adam. I haven't seen Adam this relaxed in quite a while. He's slowly improving, btw but his headaches are still there. He's soon having the sleep study done where they are looking for sleep apnea.

Anyhow, PK really is trying to inspire my libido to return. For one thing, yesterday we just had a nice, frank discussion about things. For another thing, PK has a "plan" for me. First off, she says I should be reading. I'm making it a point to read more blogs. She seems to think if I follow her plan that maybe just maybe my libido will find its way back to where it belongs.

So I'm thinking she might not be opposed to my doing a bit of writing along with the reading.

So I'm thinking some more.....

I've often heard it said that where the mind goes, the man - or woman - follows.

I figure I owe it to myself to see if perhaps that's true so how about it... wanna take a little mind trip with me?

Here's my plan... without looking I want to see how many of our toys I remember. See, it's been MONTHS - seriously - since I've seen any of them.

Let's see...

First off, there's the HMW. Remember that one? It's my absolute favorite vibrating object and trust me we own a number of vibes. This one however is da bomb. In need of a quickie big O? Whip this baby out and you'll be throbbing in no time at all.

And then hmmmm..... the crop. Oh, yes. The crop. I remember that. Do you remember all the funny things that happened? How about the time it poked up out of the bag as we were checking into a hotel? Or the time the little flappy thing kept flying off and CC wrote a limerick about it?? Then there was the time Adam played drum major with it.

Those were the days.....

Let's see....

There's also the two sided paddle.. business on one side, fluffy furry fun on the other.

And the flogger. Remember Mistress Sky? Gosh I miss her. She had the best advice for using a flogger. Ours is red. PK has one too. The first time we met I tied knots in hers. Hehehehe....

Then there's an assortment of wood things... spoons mostly but that tiger maple spatula that we named the west virginian is the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen in the spanking implement realm.

We have a back scratcher or two.

A hair brush or two.

You know what's sad? I'm not even sure where all these things are and what's worse is I wonder if we will ever use them again.

I've been reluctant to say anything here because Adam honestly isn't feeling well and I don't want to put any pressure on him. He reads everything I write, you know.

No pressure, babe. That's not why I'm writing this.

I'm not even sure WHY I'm writing this. The idea for this post just crossed my mind. That's all.

I'm trying to think if I've forgotten any of our implements. I'm sure I have but can't think of any off the top of my head... the black nylon paddle maybe but that's all I can think of.

I'm searching for some new blogs to read too as I venture into this reading assignment PK has issued.

Any suggestions?

A Day at the Beach

So we had a wonderful day with PK, Nick, and Mollie today. After breakfast we packed a cooler and headed to the beach. One thing I didn't think to take along was sunscreen so I have my first sunburn in ages but it's not horrible so I can live with it easily.

After sitting on the beach, talking, watching the waves, etc we got the cooler from the car and had lunch. After that we went to the marina to see the boats. I do like that even though they are mostly tiny little boats.

You know how people name their boats? And put the name on the back of the boat? Why is it that nearly every name sounded like a title for a spanko blog. See for yourself.....



Okay, okay... so at first glance my brain read "Spankette." It only took me a second to realize it says SPARKette. Still, it made me smile.

I learned something today.

PK has been holding out on all of us. She has a boat she's not told us about and it's pretty nice.

Here. I took a picture. See for yourself.


Believe it or not, she denied that this boat belongs to her. I know better. Wanna know HOW I know? Check out the name on its backside......


Is there any doubt???

One more....

Check out this nice little boat. I figure it's just got to be owned by some nice christian family. Isn't it sweet how they are wishing us happiness?

Seriously, I hadn't heard "dubie" since I was in high school. Do they still call it that?

One more tidbit....

Offspring number two saw the doctor today. My grandchild is due the third week of January. How WILL we wait that long?

I can't wait!!!

Tomorrow I'm going to take PK and the group to my workplace so they can see it and meet some of the folks I work with. I just hope they don't get too bored there. We live in an area where there really isn't much to do. Thankfully we never seem to run out of things to talk about. I love having them here and their presence seems to be keeping Adam's mind off work and all the things that keep him from relaxing. I wish they'd stay longer. I told PK I want to take them to our favorite Mexican restaurant but they need to stay till Saturday for us to do that.

Think they will?

I wish they would!!!!

PK, Nick, and Mollie are Coming to Town

You know my twin is coming for a visit, right? And you might know that the last time we were together was in Williamsburg, Va. We had hotel rooms next to one another. And do you remember the story about how I picked up a back scratcher, sat on her bed, and patted my thigh for her to come to me.

She had this nervous like giggle and asked, "what are you doing?" I replied, "You have teased me about being a switch, let's find out if I am."

ROFLMAO

Okay, we all KNOW Eva is NOT a switch. The look on her face was priceless though. I think I really had her worried - at least for a brief moment in time.

So my question to all of you is .. actually it's a request...

I need ideas. What can I do to make her sweat this time?

hehehehehehe....

It's so much fun to watch PK when she gets nervous so you give me ideas and then I'll fill you in on how it all unfolds this week.

Can you believe it? PK is going to be here tomorrow!!! This is the fifth time we'll have gotten together and we just met face to face for the very first time a year ago today!!!

Go read her post today. It's got some great pictures of the two of us on it. As Mthc referred to us... we are two hot mamas!!!!

A Year Ago . . .

It seems like it was just yesterday but in reality it's been a whole year ago.....

PK and I met face to face for the first time a year ago this Sunday. In some ways it does indeed feel like just yesterday but then on the other hand it feels like we've known each other forever. We are much like twins as we often ever so fondly refer to ourselves. I swear there are moments I know how fast her heart is beating. For instance if you've read her blog in the past day or two you know that she's suffered a significant loss. Her heart rate? Non existent. It actually quit for a time. Even on a typical day though I know by the tone of her emails right where her head and heart are.

And here's another year old event that feels like yesterday...

Adam and I were sitting at the kitchen table one day last summer discussing my upcoming gastric bypass. I jokingly - well, not really - told him that he could kiss my 42D bra sized boobs goodbye. Everyone knows that when a girl loses weight the boobs are the first to go. I have probably told you this before but he looked straight at my chest and said, "Hang in there, girls, hang in there."

Sigh.

It's really been a year.

And I was right. His pleading failed. They did NOT hang in there. Not one bit. Heck, they didn't even try to put up a fight. They deflated quicker than a balloon with a pin stuck in it. And speaking of deflated balloons... that's EXACTLY what my legs look like. Oh well.. I really don't care. Thin feels good in any form.

42 D. Those were the days.

Today?

Actually, yesterday. Yesterday I bought two new bras. Can you imagine what this former 42 D person now wears?

Sigh.....

Siiiigggghhhhhhhhhhhh.........................

B.

34B.

Now mind you, I'm NOT complaining because I feel fantastic these days but gosh, I miss the girls. Now days I just roll up what's left of them and stuff them in a B cup. How very sad is that?

A year. It's been a year.

Can you believe it? I sure can't. So much has happened. I'm half the woman I used to be and that's a good thing.

I'm trying to NOT become one of those women I've always hated. You know they type.... She says things such as "Sometimes I just forget to eat" or "My butt is just too bony to sit on that bench."

Don't you just hate those types?

I'm trying to not become her but there are days when it's just downright difficult. For one thing, my size 8 jeans are now baggy on me. I always hated hearing those kinds of things. I mean when I was a size 26 you never heard me say "My size 28s are falling off of me." Oh, no. You might have heard "I can't squeeze into my 24's any longer."

But seriously, I'm starting to get a bit tired of spending money on clothes. Now there's a problem I know most people are thinking "poor baby" but hey, it adds up. I thought I'd be an 8 forever. So now if I go buy sixes I'm pretty sure I'll keep my 8's and 10's just in case. But geeze.... all my work pants are 10's and 12's. There's no way I'll be able to start the school year in those.

Does anybody know a good seamstress?

Yes, I know. This is an awesome problem to have. I'm not complaining. Nope. Not at all. I'm bragging and in the process I'm becoming one of those people I have always hated.

Geeze.

I don't want to be her.

I just wanna be me but honestly I don't know me anymore. I knew the fat me quite well. This new me? Things are weird. I don't have to lift much in the shower any more. I mean like my belly. It's gone. Flat as a pancake, it is. It's all just weird. Nothing's where I left it. Heck, my belly button is in the trash. For real. It's gone. My boobs? Shoot, I have been looking for weeks and can't find them. My chin? It's higher than it used to be.

And bones... I have bones everywhere. And here I always thought they were buried so deep under all of me that I'd never know what they felt like.

Oh, and my butt... let's talk about that a sec.

My youngest called me "Senora No Butt" the other day. And a good friend recently said "GOOD GOD!!! You have NO ass." Well I used to have one. I just don't remember when I left it.

So do you hate me? Have I become one of "those" women?

Gosh, I hope not. As much as I LOVE being thin and am thankful for the life I have now, I want to always be thankful for the life I had then. And I do hope that I never forget exactly what it felt like to be fat.

It didn't feel good. I want to remember so that I always have compassion for those who are overweight and never feel judgmental toward anyone for any reason.

Nuf said. I'm just rambling.

Stop by my twin's place and give her a hug. I know she could use it about now.

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