#kinkygirlproblems

     The other day, my friend Riley from Vanilla Extract were talking about a ttwd situation and she texted me #thisiswhathappenstopplwhoareboredatwork. It occurred to me that this situation definitely doesn't happen to just anyone bored at work, so I responded with, #thisiswhathappenstokinkypeoplewhoareboredatwork. This led to us coming up with a bunch more of these silly little hashtag phrases. Riley posted the original list (with some input from Cael) the other day over at her blog. Here's a recap, if you didn't catch it over there:

• when you wake up in the AM and wish you had bruises #kinkypeopleproblems
• when you cant pass the cooking aisle without checking out the wooden spoons and spatulas #kinkypeopleproblems
• when he asks you if it hurts and if you want him to stop and your answer is yes it does and no please dont stop #kinkygirlprobs
• when you get spanked for being a good girl #kinkygirlprobs
• when your family talks about how "pornographic" and "dark" 50 shades is and you try not to giggle #kinkygirlprobs
• when your girl insists on 50 shades of grey but you know that would be like giving Jagger guitar lessons #kinkypeopleproblems
• when you get turned on during any tv scene of a girl being tied up #kinkygirlprobs
• when you have to worry about getting smacked in public #ttwdproblems
• running out of baby lotion #spankedgirlproblems
• wearing a bathing suit #spankogirlproblems
• when the chairs at restaurants dont include pillows #spankogirlproblems
• when there are no free corners in the room #caelproblems
• when your teddy bear didn't get in trouble but you did #rileyproblems 

     She asked for reader input, and here are the ideas everyone else came up with!

• when the wind blows your skirt up and you aren't wearing panties #subproblems
• when your son walks in while you are kneeling in front of your husband #thishappenedtome
• when people ask how your vacation went and you cant tell them the real story #spankedoutsideforthefirsttime
• your kid asks "what were you guys clapping about upstairs?" #kinkypeopleproblems
• your friends comment that the two of you still act like a couple of teenagers and/or tell you to get a room #kinkypeopleproblems
• in a dressing room with a friend wearing thong panties and the friend asks, "how come your butt is so red?" #spankedgirlproblems
• when your hand starts to hurt, but all you can hear is "please dont stop Daddy!" #caelproblems
• when you think your boyfriend claims you have no paddling (and you get annoyed because you DO!), when really he said, padding. #spankogirlproblems
• when she complains about how much your paddlings hurt, then whines when she hasn't gotten one in a while #caelproblems
• when your friends ask if thats a dog collar, and all you can say is "Noooooo..." #slavegirlproblems

So, thats what we've got so far! If anybody has any more ideas, please share!! We'll be making separate pages eventually for the entire list so people can refer back to them for a smile or laugh :)

A Cleanse

     I've been dealing with some family stuff, and it has added a lot of stress and worry to my life. It's brought back a lot of memories and feelings I tried to bury a number of years ago. Anyway, it's been weighing on my mind lately and Daddy noticed that I wasn't my normal self. 
     He'd asked me Friday if I was okay, or wanted to talk about something. 
     I didn't want to talk any more about it. We'd talked about it enough and there was nothing left to say. 
     He asked, "Is it something a good spanking would help?" when I shrugged, he added, "It doesn't hurt to try..."
     We were both tired but before we went to sleep he gave me a little bed time spanking. It was very sweet and helped me get to sleep more easily. 
     
     This morning, when our son went down for his nap, Daddy led me by the arm into our bedroom. He informed me he was going to give me a warm up and then we were going to take a quick break. He allowed me to hold Oakley (my bear) during the warm up, which was delivered with the rubber flogger from EdenFantasys. When he felt I was warmed up enough, he had me stand up, and removed the rest of my clothes. Once totally naked, he put my collar on, followed by the blindfold, then wrist and ankle cuffs. He put the hipster on the bed and attached my ankle cuffs to it by the tethers, pulling them tight so my ankles were above my knees. My wrists were cuffed together in front of me. 
     He began whipping me again with the rubber flogger, but soon switched to the loopy johnny. Even light strokes sting like a bastard with this homemade implement, so while he started out "gently" (his word, NOT mine!), it still hurt a lot. 
     I tried to stay as still as possible and take my spanking like a good girl, but it was hard to keep completely motionless. 
     He ramped up the intensity of the strokes a little bit, and it didn't take much more before I was sobbing into the furniture I was positioned on. He switched to something that felt flat, wooden, and stingy. He struck me with it again and again, first all over, and then he began to focus on my sit spot with it. 
     I cried out and squirmed, and he told me if I could guess what it was he would stop hitting me with it. My first guess was the paint stick. Incorrect.
     The swats kept on coming, and I didn't say a word. It wasn't that I couldn't think of anything else, I already had another guess in my head...and it wasn't that I didn't want him to stop, because it hurt, and I did want him to at least stop for a moment. But I became lost in the sensation, and it took me a minute to shake out of that haze and guess again. 
     "The duct taped paddle?" 
     Incorrect.
     "THE SPOOON," I was becoming desperate. How could I not guess?!
     He stopped, and leaned down beside me, close enough for me to feel his breath in my hair. "Good job baby, it was the spoon." I could feel him reaching over me, and then his mouth was beside my ear again. "I'm going to be gentle with you, now." he whispered. He used the strap next, measured strokes just hard enough to keep my bottom warm. 
     It was so lovely.   
     He spanked for another five minutes or so, using different implements to color my backside. When he'd finished, he moved away from me, and I heard something drop to the floor. Then I heard his belt jingle and my heart jumped, calming again when I heard his pants (and belt) hit the floor only seconds later. The next thing I knew, he was pressing into me. While he thrust, he reached forward and released my ankles from the tethers, giving me a little more freedom of motion. He took me hard. 
     I was lost in a world of sensation. Being blindfolded takes me to a whole new level, and this time was no exception. 
     Suddenly, Daddy pulled out. "Stay right there," he ordered, and he was gone. To where, I wasn't sure. Just as quickly as he'd gone, he was back again, and pressing a heavily lubed plug into my ass. 
     I groaned as my body accepted the plug, and no sooner than it had sunk fully into me did Daddy plunge back in as well. I squealed at being so deliciously full, and Daddy grabbed a handful of my hair, flattening himself against my back as he pumped into me. He grunted his approval, telling me how good I felt. 
     A few minutes later, he pulled out again, commanding I stay in place. This time I didn't have to wait for long to figure out what he was up to. He'd grabbed my ribbed silicone dildo and shoved it in me. He fucked me with it, holding the plug in place with his other hand. He used a twisting motion as he thrusted the dildo inside me. 
     I'm still pretty new to the whole DP (double penetration) thing so this was very very intense for me, coupled with the motion he was using and being blindfolded and all. I was a shaky, quivery mess, and before long I couldn't control myself. I was coming, and begging him to stop fucking me with the dildo. The sensation was indescribable. 
     He started fucking me again, this time moving the plug in and out at the same time. 
     I had tears streaming down my face, not from pain or anything like that, it was just so unbelievably intense. 
     When he came, the sound and feeling of it sent my body into another wave of convulsions. 

     Afterwards, we showered together and talked about how lovely/intense it all was. He told me that when he started using the dildo, my entire body was covered in goosebumps and he found that to be adorable. *blushes* 
     I feel so much better now, lighter, almost. My problems have not been solved by being spanked and used, but it's reassuring to know that I have a safe place to unload some of the emotional burden I've been carrying. This was exactly the cleanse I've been needing, and I'm ready to tackle this week with a new perspective! 

Better To Do As You're Told!

     Daddy and I were wrestling and playing together on the bed. I was wearing a tank top without   a bra and thanks to our bouncing around, one of my breasts had nearly fallen out of my shirt. Daddy shot me a look, an eyebrow raised, and said, "Show them to me."
     I immediately felt shy and giggled, shaking my head. 
     He repeated himself. 
     I should have known better than to tell him no, but I wasn't thinking. I was feeling playful and giddy and I did it. I told him no. 
     He grabbed me, pulling me up against his body, pinning me there with his arm. He pulled my shirt up, revealing my breasts to him. He laid me down on my back and grabbed my right breast with one hand, dealing me several sharp blows to my nipple in a row with the other. 
     I writhed in pain, and he held me tighter, slapping my other breast. I whimpered, and he lowered his mouth to my ear.
     "It would have been much easier if you'd just shown them to me when I asked, wouldn't it have been?"
     "Yes, Daddy! I'm sorry," 
     He didn't offer a response. Instead he continued slapping my breasts.
     By now they were very sore and each slap felt like it hurt worse than the last. I cried out and he told me again, I should have listened to him when he'd asked. That I am not to tell him no when he requests to see my body. 
     "Ten more on each," he told me, pinching my tender nipples, before grabbing hold of my left breast and landing ten calculated, stinging slaps. He grabbed my right breast next and dealt me another ten blows.
     My eyes were watery when he'd finished. 
     He looked me in the eye and asked, "Wouldn't have been better to do as you're told?" 
     I nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry I didn't listen, I am!" 
     "It's not going to happen again, right?" 
     "Right!" I agreed. 
     His hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit as he spoke gruff words into my ear. "Yeah? You're gonna be Daddy's good girl now?" 
     "Ohhhhh yes Daddyy," I moaned my affirmation, and we moved on to more pleasant activities. 
    
     Fast forward a few days to this morning. Daddy asked me to light a candle in the kitchen and I didn't feel like doing it. I was playing on my phone and felt like I shouldn't have to go light the candle, and I told Daddy I didn't want to. 
     He started counting.
     Ladies, let me tell you .. when your man starts to count, it's serious business. I didn't believe it, not until he got to ten.
     He got up without a word and went to the drawer, pulling it open and rummaging through. As soon as I saw the handle of the loopy in his and I flipped from my belly onto my back and pulled the blanket over me. He came around the bed to where I was and stared at me. "Roll over."
     My bottom lip flopped over and I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. 
     "Roll over." he ordered again, and it was very clear I had no wiggle room here.
     I flipped over and and buried my face in my pillow, whimpering when I felt him yank my dress up over my bottom. 
     He whipped me without a word, holding me in place and setting my backside on fire. He only gave me 10 on each, but they were hard and I was feeling quite contrite by the time he'd finished. He put it back in the drawer and said, "That's for not listening to me, and thinking my counting was a joke. Go light the candle."
     I got up and lit the candle. I think I'll be following directions from now on!