A Little Break

Yes, I’ve dropped off the face of the earth.Nothing’s wrong (unless it requires a DIY project and 3 trips to Lowe’s/Home Depot). Everyone’s healthy. We’re all employed (right now). I’m getting spanked (at least, last night I was). I’m reading.We’re just - or I’m just - … busy. Back later!

A Little Lively

I apologize for the random, unexplained silence. There’s really nothing to it that an operable dishwasher, a slowing of workload, and a few spankings won’t fix. But c’est la vie.

Just to be sure we aren’t too boring, however, the princess continues to provide comic relief. Indeed, she often doesn’t even realize how amusing we find it, because as parents we perhaps react differently than we would

Career in F/m

For readers who enjoy spanking videos and such, I offer this pseudo-advertisement and public service announcement from Jennifer Brooks, who has been around… well, almost as long as I have and has put her kink out there far more than I ever will.

I was trying to remember when she started her business, but I’m sure it was prior to the blogging world, because when I first saw her advertising, it

Keeping Up

“Put your bottom on the chair and keep it there,” I said quietly to my daughter, but very deliberately, keeping my voice low as we were in a restaurant.

She caught every word and hastened to reacquaint herself with the concept of sitting, yet again. And then, “My bottom is my booty,” she said loudly. “My pirate’s booty!” Gleeful laughter followed this pronouncement while I briefly looked at

Creation

[Totally off-topic from my usual focus. Totally.]As part of his job, my brother regularly sends atoms hurling at fantastic speed through various particle accelerators around the world. There are many reasons to “atom smash” these days - breaking apart small matter into its fundamental particles is not just for the nuclear engineer anymore. A variety of reasons include the development of theories

Deprivation

Blog entry of the week: The Measure of a Man by kaya

Now, for the squeamish, this is not the bloody, brutal, intense D/s kaya. There are no pictures. Her essay is affirming, heartfelt and well-developed. Read it.

~o~

I haven’t had sex since very early Saturday morning. It’s now, well, Thursday night.

To be fair, this is not Chris’s fault. It was his fault - eh, fabulous idea - to indulge in

Sleepless

The static of the radio signalled that, despite the darkness and the rain drumming outside the window, time relentlessly marched on. Predictably, Chris moaned in disgust, hit snooze and rolled over, gathering me into his arms.

I heard him sigh, contentedly as sleep crept back in.

I couldn’t, though, hold it in any longer. “I kept having a bad dream,” I said simply, refraining from spilling out

A Legacy in Poetry

We’re away for the weekend, adventuring with the princess into the mysterious and exciting realm of making childhood memories. In our absence, I am sharing this poem, printed in the little one’s Illustrated Poems for Children, illustrated by Krystyna Stasiak, Rand McNally & Co, 1973. (Despite the publication date, it’s in wonderful condition. I must not have appreciated it properly as a child.)

Teasing

Last night, I was ribbing Chris about being, well, old. Actually, I was ribbing him about not remembering who will.i.am is - he knows infinitely more about celebrities and music and movies than I do.

I was ribbing him online. He was downstairs and I was up. Usually during the evenings, if we are on opposite floors, we log into Yahoo! IM so we can chat without yelling up and down the stairs.

National Distraction

Excuse me for a few days while I watch CNN obsessively and try to remember that I have a job.

Everything is Fine

I haven’t posted anything about spanking lately, hm?

Well, of course I watched American Idol on Tuesday. And there have been some domestic disruptions of late. I went to bed early one night.

And then there was the night where my hands were cuffed behind my back and I was spanked superbly hard. A paddle was threatened, but I did manage to behave myself and refrain from whining, at least until

Private Correspondence

It turns out that Mary Todd Lincoln was something of a, shall we say, tease.

Few letters were written between Mrs. Lincoln and her famous husband, but there was a period where they were separated - during his one term in Congress. Congressman Lincoln, described by friends as having a ’strong passion’ for women, had originally taken his wife and two sons with him to Washington, but the two young

Weekend Updates

Adam’s Angel has had two rather interesting experiences since the New Year. She tells both quite well, and as I never get in trouble, I don’t have any punishment stories to relate anyway. Go read.

The Note

A Fictional Tale of Possible Events

Now then. Was that second one really fiction? Myself, I hope she got the new washing machine.

~o~

By 11 PM on Friday evening, I’d done #1 and #6 and

The To Do List

I have experienced nothing kinky, I haven’t read the news for myself (Chris tells it to me over dinner) and the princess has been cute but not over the top.

However, I’ve been buried in work (making up for 3 days of strep throat and no phone lines).

And tonight, when free time arrives, I have no intention of blogging. Time with Chris is more important so that is where I shall be. If you do not

What I Did On Christmas Vacation

1. Spend 11 days with family members in close contact, making sex near-to-impossible, stress levels rise, acne break out and eliminating the possibility of spanking. Have 2 reluctant orgasms in this same time period where my voice never can rise above a whisper.

2. Spend 8 hours making plans and suggestive comments, complete with touching, only to find out that your menstrual cycle is two days