#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!
  

Vacation Fun

    
     Little man hasn't been sleeping well on our vacation. He has also started throwing tantrums this week. Full on, throwing himself down, tossing his head around, screaming his face off, tantrums.
     To be honest, it's wearing on me. Being on vacation is so much more work with a young child, without the tantrums and 4 am wake up calls.
     Don't get me wrong, I'm having a good time, and for the most part, so is the little guy. This morning, however, I was feeling super overwhelmed. I sat down on the bed while Daddy got dressed, and I pulled my teddy bear to me, holding him tightly to my chest.
     "Are you gonna take a nap, sweetie?"
     I shrugged. "I dunno."
     "You should." he leaned down, his large frame bent over my body. His lips brushed mine, then pressed against my neck, and that spot on my collarbone that gives me goosebumps and makes me giggle. His hand slipped up my shirt, agile fingers quickly finding the stiff nubs and giving them a pinch.
     My breath caught in my throat, paused by both the pain in my nipples and the dampness between my legs.
     The house we rented for the week happens to have a clothes line outside, and a bag of clothespins by the front door. There were a few in our bedroom (who knows how they got there :p) and Daddy took one, closing it over my left nipple. He leaned in to kiss me again, his broad chest brushing against the clothespin, eliciting another gasp from me. He yanked down my shorts and kissed between my legs, his tongue snaking out and licking me slowly.
     I moaned, trying to be quiet so as not to let his mother hear, and lifted my hips toward him.
     He grabbed my breast hard, and rubbed my clit, leaning near to me. "I want you to make yourself come, and then take a nap." he kissed my forehead, my nose and my lips. "You should get your rest. I want you to be awake and vibrant tonight. I'm going to put you over my knee, like this (as he bends me over his lap), and then I'm going to smack your bum (he starts tapping my bottom lightly). But I'll have to use the cane (its our quietest implement). Then I'm going to bend you over and fuck you good. I want you nice and rested."
     I smiled at him embarrassedly, feeling taken care of and loved.
     He kissed me again, then started toward the door. "Make sure you text me when you come."
     "Yes Daddy," I called obediently. It didn't take long to finish the first task, and once I had, I was asleep almost immediately after I texted Daddy.

     He's the best. He always knows just what I need ;)

    I can't wait for bed time!

Breast Milk- a cure for cancer?

     You read that right. I just finished reading an article at Sex is, a sexual health awareness magazine by EdenFantasys, that suggests just that. The title of the article caught my eye immediately, for two reasons. The first thing that grabbed my attention were the words 'breast milk' as I am a mother who breast fed (and plans to bf future babies) and I'm always on the lookout for new information. Secondly, I have a strong family history of cancer, so of course I was extremely interested in what the article had to say. 

     Apparently, in April of 2010, a study was conducted in Sweden which was able to isolate a chain of proteins in breast milk now known as HAMLET ( Human Alpha-lactalbumin Made Lethal to Tumor cells) that can attack and kill over FORTY types of human cancer. 

     Since, more and more cancer patients are seeking out breast milk donors, believing that to be the key to their cure. Doctors in New Jersey have stated that it holds the potential to not only treating/curing cancer, but prevention as well. There are several milk banks across the country, and a patient can ask his/her doctor to write a prescription for breast milk if other treatments are proving ineffective.
     As the EdenFantasys author states, this leaves only one thing, getting over the "ick" factor of drinking human milk. It's no secret that many in society find drinking human milk to be disgusting or weird, and that's in relation to children over a year or two...never mind adults. Breast feeding women are bullied in public, shamed into using restrooms and other unsavory places to feed their child. While I have no problem with women breast feeding their children, not even those who continue past what society sees as acceptable. I believe that if the child and mother are both still comfortable with and it remains a positive experience for both, then that's fine. That's not the point of this post, though, so I'll get on with it. 
     Admittedly, the thought of drinking breast milk, especially another persons, makes me cringe a little. When I was breast feeding my little one, I was curious and took a mini sip from a bottle I'd pumped, and my stomach turned. Remembering this makes me wonder if I'd be one of the people lining up at a milk bank, should I ever be diagnosed with cancer. I think, if I had to, I could over come the taste. To me, the societal influence would have nothing to do with my decision. In my mind, drinking milk from humans is more natural than to drink it from a cow, reasonably, I can see that. But the "ick" factor that is linked to bodily fluids might steer others far from this option. 
     I'm curious where my friends and readers stand on this. If you (or a family member) were to be diagnosed, would you be willing to try breast milk as treatment? 

     

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A Troll In Our Presence

     As some of you may have noticed, there is a new blogger in town, and she ain't all that nice. The main topic of her blog is DD relationships, just like many of us. However, she's not in a DD relationship. She doesn't want to be, and she doesn't understand why anyone would. Which, in and of itself, is not a bad thing. Domestic Discipline, BDSM, D/s, TTWD (etc) is not for everyone. Just as these arrangements enrich certain relationships and allow their participants to flourish, I would imagine in other relationships it may cause destruction. The dynamic does not work for everyone.
     This blogger claims to have "accidentally" stumbled upon a DD blog whilst looking for a cookie recipe. She was so interested, she kept reading, and then continued to find/read other blogs about DD. She writes about and names specific DD blogs and bloggers, and bad mouths them, their relationships and their spouses. She has commented on posts, joining the conversation as if she were a friendly bystander, presumably to draw people to her page. So far, only two of us have been mentioned, but its only a matter of time before she chooses someone else to  put down.
     I considered making my blog private in order to keep her nosy eyes away from my business, but then I realized that wouldn't solve anything. I am NOT ashamed of who I am, and I'm certainly not ashamed of following a path that makes me happy and secure. If my blog can help one person realize that they are not "weird" or "wrong" and that it's okay to want to submit to their partner, then it's worth keeping public.
   

     To the ugly, offensive little troll, your day will come. I am not going to defend myself or Daddy to you, because it's useless. We have done nothing wrong. What's wrong is you telling other people how to define their love. You are narrow minded and nothing anybody says or does will change that. Continue on with your childish games, all you are is a bully with an internet page to broadcast your ignorance. When you graduate high school and want to have a real conversation, feel free to email me. Meanwhile, please take note that none of us DD bloggers are writing about other peoples' lives on our blogs, we write about our own. That's because we're happy with the lives we live, something I hope you'll one day be.

This is for you...