What happens when stress runs high at Christmas time?

Holiday themed spatulas get used for beating butts instead of cooking!

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

     When we first began testing the ttwd waters, I suggested coming up with a safe word. As those who follow me or read often probably know, I was the one to bring this lifestyle to J. He was uncomfortable in the beginning, and I thought that having a safe word would alleviate some pressure on him, knowing that if it was ever too much that I would safe word out.
     He refused the idea. He declared that if I said "no" or "stop" that he would end the spanking and that would be that. He maintained that there was no need for a safe word. At this point, he didn't really get that even when I said "no" or "stop" or whatever else came to mind to get out of a spanking, I needed him to follow through and spank me thoroughly. Of course he did get over that, stopping when I asked him to or said no. But the topic of a safe word did not come up again. He never brought it up, and I didn't feel like we needed to have one.
     Last week sometime, we were in our room and he had me bend over his lap. He was sitting in a computer chair, and the position was pretty awkward for me.
     Actually, awkward is an understatement. It was starting to hurt my back, and I kept saying "No, no more ... stop!" Looking back, I dont know why I didn't just say it's hurting my back, but for some reason that didn't occur to me.
     He didn't stop. He kept spanking me until he was satisfied. When he let me up, I immediately reached back and started massaging the spot on my back that was sore. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
     I assured him that I was, and he told me that I should have told him to stop. "I did," I reminded him. "I said it over and over and over."
     "Well, I thought you were just saying no and stop like you do sometimes. You know, no doesn't always mean no, does it?" he asked.
     I shook my head. "I guess not," I agreed.
     "It's a bit like the boy who called wolf." he related. 
     That's how we came up with it. The safe word that hasn't been called a safe word. Wolf. I can't imagine myself needing to use it, but it's kind of exciting just having it in place. The idea that we could be so consumed by our play and passion that I might have to use it is very arousing. I'm sure I wouldn't feel that way should I need to use it. But the thought is hot.

     Really hot.

Eden loves Bloggers

     Fairly recently, I began participating in the EdenLovesBloggers program offered by EdenFantasys. If you own a blog, post on a regular basis, and have been up and running for over three months, you could qualify to participate in this program.
     I'm sure you've seen product reviews for Eden Fantasys posted on fellow blogs. If you were to become a part of the EdenLovesBloggers program, you could choose to write reviews. You receive one free product a month, and all you have to do is write an honest review on it, with two links back to the EdenFantasys site. There are a wide variety of products to choose from, which means you don't necessarily have to review sex toys. I participated in product reviews, and I can tell ya ... I had a damn good time doin it ;)
     But, never fear, if you're not interested in reviewing products, there are several other options in the EdenLovesBloggers program. You could also write sponsored posts, which means you would be reimbursed via gift card for positive posts about EdenFantasys. There is a HUGE range of topics you could choose from for this ... it's really very flexible and accomodating. You could make money from your blog with banners or text ads. If you're business smart and looking to make a little side money, you could join the Eden Affiliate program, in which you open your own personal store, and make 20% commision on sales. You can sell on or offline.
     If you have any interest in working with EdenFantasys, I would encourage you to visit the EdenLovesBloggers page and fill out the form at the bottom. They are a wonderful company with quality toys AND staff. I am so glad that I was able to become a part of the EdenLovesBloggers program! With money so tight these days, it's hard to justify spending on toys for the bedroom. With this program, we have been able to try new things and enjoy ourselves more, all thanks to EdenFantasys!!



Finally

Yes. It finally happened.

There is a new post at Spanko Stories :)

Yes. You should check it out.

Settled

Do you know why you're gettng this?

Yes sir.

I want you to tell me why.

Because I didn't listen!

When?

When you told me to come back.

[after a minute or two of leather meeting flesh]

Is it going to happen again?

No, sir!

[another minute of strap/butt bonding time]

You fell asleep last night, or it would have happened then. I almost woke you up, because you rolled over and your bum was sticking up, but I wanted you to rest.

I was too busy groaning and crying out to give a response, but I appreciated him thinking to let me get my rest. I haven't been getting much lately. I would have been okay with him waking me up, too.

He ramped it up a little, strapping me just a bit harder, a tad faster. His free hand was next to me on the bed, and he let me squeeze it while he spanked.

Are you going to listen?

Yes sir.

Okay, then. You're done. Come here.

He held me for a while, and then made love to me.

All is right again :)

Waiting ...

      Last night, he was sitting in front of his desk, getting ready to work on a painting that he started a few days ago for the baby's room. He asked me to get him a couple paper plates to put paint on, and a beer.
     I got up from the bed and sighed dramatically (jokingly) as I walked toward the door to get the things he wanted.
     "Baby, wait. Come back here and give me a kiss first," he said.
     I was about two steps from the door, so I turned and gave him a playful smile, but didn't stop or go back to him.
     "Babe .. I demand you come back here," I heard as I was walking out the door. I didn't think anything of it, really, until I walked back into the room with the plates and beer.
     The look on his face said it all.
     I walked over and gave him both the items he'd requested, then backed away and sat on the bed, giving him my cutest smile. I hoped that would be enough to cheer him up.
     "Come over here," he said.
     Moving very slowly, I made my way to him, my heart sinking deeper and deeper with each step.
     When I was close enough, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me beside him.
     "Why didn't you come back when I asked?" he wanted to know.
     All of a sudden, I couldn't look at him. I couldn't come up with an answer, either. Finally I blurted, "I was getting your stuff..."
      He shook his head. "No. I demanded you come back, and you didnt."
     I sank to my knees, burying my face in his lap. "I'm sorry," I whispered. 
     He smoothed my hair back with his calloused hand. "When I said please come back the first time, that should have been enough." he told me, his voice firm, but loving.
     "Yes sir,"
     Before this happened, he had assigned me something naughty to do while he was painting. He still allowed me to do that, but told me that once he was finished for the night I would be spanked, because I should have listened the first time.
      I nodded soberly. "Yes sir." I replied softly.
      He kissed me, and that was that. He started to paint, and I was allowed to do my naughty task. Every now and then he would stop painting and look over at me, doing just what he told me to, and give me another instruction.
      Unfortunately, the batteries died in the toy I was using (FIGURES .. and we had NO backups lol) so I didn't get to complete his assignment, but it was still nice. I crawled under the covers and laid there until he climbed into bed with me.
      He pulled me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around me. He said nothing about my punishment or the incident itself, and fell asleep holding me.
      I wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, I wasn't looking forward to being punished. I didn't want to find out what evil implement he planned on using to teach me my lesson, I didn't want it to hurt. As I fell asleep last night, I was really okay with him forgetting. This morning was a whole different story. As more time passed after waking up without him mentioning it at all, it started to eat at me. Did he forget? Am I still getting spanked? Obviously, it didn't matter to him after all because he didn't remember. I felt confused and sort of irritated with myself, too. I didn't want it to be such a big deal to me that he'd forgotten to discipline me. I felt all out of sorts and of course, when he asked me what was wrong, I couldn't figure out how to tell him. Talk about frustrating! Eventually, once I was at work and looking at things from a different point of view, I texted him and just said ...you forgot something last night... he replied with an apology, but nothing further, and I went right back to wondering if I still had a punishment coming or if he'd decided not to do it at all.  So, I asked.

     

      So, there 'ya have it, folks. I'm gettin spanked. Even though I'm relieved that it's going to be taken care of and put behind us, I hate waiting. *sigh*

Versatile Blogger Award

     Recently, I have seen many posts about the versatile blogger award .. and I have been nominated, twice. I am so thankful that people read and enjoy my blog. I have learned soo much since starting my blog and made lasting friendships, and hopefully have helped others, too. Thank you to Composing Us and Lil One, who both nominated me for one!

Rules:

1. thank the award giver and link back to them in your post.
2. share 7 things about yourself.
3. pass this award on to 15 blogs you enjoy reading.
4. contact your chosen bloggers to let them know about the award.

7 Things About me:

1. I am very shy, and worry way too much what people think about me.
2. I am 5'4.
3. I love driving alone in my car with the music blasting, it's really relaxing to me. I would prefer that over a bubble bath and candles any day.
4. I have always had a "thing" for older men ... and married one 8 years older than me.
5. I got in-school suspension in third grade for bringing handcuffs to school/out to recess. They were metal and came in a policeman dress up set...I think I got it at walmart. Administration told me they were a weapon and suspended me.
6. I'm an extremely picky eater. Textures are my main issue. When I was little, I would throw up all the time because my parents would make me eat things I didn't like/couldn't tolerate. Things like cream of wheat, rice pudding, and tomatoes are just a few things that make me want to hurl when I take a bite.
7. I sucked my thumb constantly until I was in fifth grade, when people started making fun of me for it. Then I only did it when I was at home or with trusted friends and certain people in my family (because my parents, especially my dad, would punish me and put me down for it). I remember feeling like I needed to do it. But I knew I shouldn't, and eventually I was able to stop myself from doing it unless I was alone, going to sleep. Once in a while when I'm really stressed or emotional, I wake up and find myself sucking my thumb. Don't judge me!  :p

     I'm not going to do the nominations for a few reasons. One of them is that I don't like the idea that there could be blogs who haven't been nominated. I don't want anyone to feel left out. If you want to know which blogs I enjoy, look at my blog roll :)


Thank you again Composing Us and Lil One!!