Hey guys...
I know I haven't posted in a bit and I'm really sorry about that. I have like 5 different stories I wanna finish but I've got a lot of personal stuff going on at the moment and I just can't concentrate on my writing. So, sorry to anyone who reads this on a fairly regular basis :-)
In the meantime, why don't you hop over and see what Tim is up to. He's absolutely hysterical! Just the kind of sense of humor every spanko guy should have. And just for kicks, Dave has some pretty cool stuff as well. Hope that keeps you occupied for awhile!
~*sarah*~
Friday, July 27, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Naughty Girl Syndrome
Naughty Girl Syndrome (NGS) is a term coined by someone in a forum I belong to on Yahoo! My friend Dimmer gives this wonderful explanation of the term:
NGS = "Naughty Girl Syndrome", a condition defined as "a series ofbehaviors indicative of the fact that a certain grown woman hasn'tcompletely lost touch with that 'naughty schoolgirl' that still liveswithin, but obviously HAS 'forgotten' about the very fine line between'Miss Smarty Pants' and 'Miss Panties Smart' "
Hehe...I love his definition! And I definitely qualify for "NGS"
NGS = "Naughty Girl Syndrome", a condition defined as "a series ofbehaviors indicative of the fact that a certain grown woman hasn'tcompletely lost touch with that 'naughty schoolgirl' that still liveswithin, but obviously HAS 'forgotten' about the very fine line between'Miss Smarty Pants' and 'Miss Panties Smart' "
Hehe...I love his definition! And I definitely qualify for "NGS"
Sunday, July 08, 2007
A Lazy Sunday
Susan glanced out the kitchen window and sighed heavily. The garden desperately needed to be tended and she had promised her husband that it would be done by today. How had the entire week gotten away from her, she wondered.
Just as she grabbed her gardening gloves, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Suze? It's Janet! Hey listen, it's bitchin' hot outside, I think we should go for a swim." Susan grinned at the enthusiasm in her best friend's voice. Janet was impulsive and constantly full of energy. A combination that often earned Susan a trip over her husband's lap. So while the thought of a swim pulled at her, Susan replied, "I can't Janet, I promised David that I would get the yardwork done and I haven't done anything all week."
"He won't be home til late tonight, right? We'll swim for a couple of hours and you'll still have more than enough time to get the yard done. Besides, it's too hot out now to work in the yard and you don't even have to leave your house." Susan nibbled her bottom lip as she contemplated the cool and inviting water just sitting in her backyard. Finally, she relented. "Allright. Two hours, no more, then I have to do the yard stuff."
David closed his eyes and settled back in the seat of the cab. He couldn't believe he'd been lucky enough to cop an early flight back home. He couldn't wait to see Susan; it had been almost a week since he'd seen her and touched her and made love to her. The grin spread slowly over his face as he thought of surprising her.
When the cab pulled up in front of their house he climbed out and paid the driver. The grin on his face transformed slowly into a scowl as he noted that the front yard hadn't been touched all week. He had only agreed to plant the huge flowerbeds on the condition that Susan keep them tidy. She had promised and begged and pleaded until he had finally relented. Now their front lawn looked like a small jungle.
A shriek of feminine laughter and a splash caught his attention and he changed his course for the backyard. He came around the side just in time to watch his wife dive into the pool. He simply stood and waited for her to surface. When she did he watched the laughter in her eyes slowly disappear when she saw him and his expression.
"David! I...um, welcome home," she tried for a welcoming smile but it was forced. Janet, noting the tension in the air, hefted herself out of the pool and quickly dried off and dressed.
"I'll see you later, Suze. Welcome home David," when she rushed by, she turned and gestured to Susan "Call me".
Susan began to climb out of the pool but David stopped her. "No, stay there. I'll be back in a minute." Worriedly, Susan watched him disappear into the house but knew better than to disobey. A minute later, David returned, carrying a small ping pong paddle.
"David, no, please don't spank me!" Panicked, Susan swam to the middle of the pool where he wouldn't be able to reach her.
"Susan, you had an entire week to do a few hours worth of work. You completely ignored our agreement and disobeyed my instructions. Since you blew off the work to swim, I think it's only fair that you be paddled with a wet bottom. Now, I am going to count to five and if you aren't out of the pool by then I'll go back inside and get the leather strap as well. One."
Susan scrambled frantically to the edge of the pool and climbed hurriedly out. Before three she was standing in front of him, dripping wet. "Bend over and put your hands on your knees," he instructed sharply. Once she was in position, David tugged the bathing suit bottoms down to her knees.
David braced a hand on the small of her back and tapped the paddle against her bare bottom. When the wood left her skin, Susan braced herself for the smack. David brought the paddle down against her bottom with a loud *CRACK*. Susan squealed and danced in place. She couldn't believe how much more this hurt on wet skin. Relentlessly, David paddled her and she fought to stay in place during the paddling. She knew from painful experience that moving out of position was not worth the temporary relief of escaping the paddle. Susan lost count of how many times the paddle struck her skin before she called out, "I'm sorry David!! I'll do it all today, I'm so so sorry," and began sobbing.
David continued to paddle after the sobbing began and by the time he stopped, her bottom was a bright, angry red. Ignoring his suit, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her as she cried. "It's ok baby. You're forgiven. I love you." David pressed a kiss to her forehead and rocked her gently until her sobs quieted to whimpers. "All done?" he asked gently.
Susan nodded and lifter her head to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry David. I..." she sighed, realizing there was no excuse for her behavior and let her head rest on his chest again.
David smiled. "I know baby. Now, go in the house, get dried off and change into your gardening clothes." Susan tensed, ready to argue, but then relaxed again and simply replied "Yes, Sir" before turning to do as he asked.
David spent the rest of the afternoon watching his lovely wife as she knelt in the garden, fighting with the weeds. And when she stopped to rest, she always looked his way and smiled, love lighting her eyes.
(Just a side note: This story was inspired when I told D that my girlfriend wanted me to come swimming but it meant blowing off my yardwork. Guess what his thoughts on the matter were? Exactly)
Just as she grabbed her gardening gloves, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Suze? It's Janet! Hey listen, it's bitchin' hot outside, I think we should go for a swim." Susan grinned at the enthusiasm in her best friend's voice. Janet was impulsive and constantly full of energy. A combination that often earned Susan a trip over her husband's lap. So while the thought of a swim pulled at her, Susan replied, "I can't Janet, I promised David that I would get the yardwork done and I haven't done anything all week."
"He won't be home til late tonight, right? We'll swim for a couple of hours and you'll still have more than enough time to get the yard done. Besides, it's too hot out now to work in the yard and you don't even have to leave your house." Susan nibbled her bottom lip as she contemplated the cool and inviting water just sitting in her backyard. Finally, she relented. "Allright. Two hours, no more, then I have to do the yard stuff."
David closed his eyes and settled back in the seat of the cab. He couldn't believe he'd been lucky enough to cop an early flight back home. He couldn't wait to see Susan; it had been almost a week since he'd seen her and touched her and made love to her. The grin spread slowly over his face as he thought of surprising her.
When the cab pulled up in front of their house he climbed out and paid the driver. The grin on his face transformed slowly into a scowl as he noted that the front yard hadn't been touched all week. He had only agreed to plant the huge flowerbeds on the condition that Susan keep them tidy. She had promised and begged and pleaded until he had finally relented. Now their front lawn looked like a small jungle.
A shriek of feminine laughter and a splash caught his attention and he changed his course for the backyard. He came around the side just in time to watch his wife dive into the pool. He simply stood and waited for her to surface. When she did he watched the laughter in her eyes slowly disappear when she saw him and his expression.
"David! I...um, welcome home," she tried for a welcoming smile but it was forced. Janet, noting the tension in the air, hefted herself out of the pool and quickly dried off and dressed.
"I'll see you later, Suze. Welcome home David," when she rushed by, she turned and gestured to Susan "Call me".
Susan began to climb out of the pool but David stopped her. "No, stay there. I'll be back in a minute." Worriedly, Susan watched him disappear into the house but knew better than to disobey. A minute later, David returned, carrying a small ping pong paddle.
"David, no, please don't spank me!" Panicked, Susan swam to the middle of the pool where he wouldn't be able to reach her.
"Susan, you had an entire week to do a few hours worth of work. You completely ignored our agreement and disobeyed my instructions. Since you blew off the work to swim, I think it's only fair that you be paddled with a wet bottom. Now, I am going to count to five and if you aren't out of the pool by then I'll go back inside and get the leather strap as well. One."
Susan scrambled frantically to the edge of the pool and climbed hurriedly out. Before three she was standing in front of him, dripping wet. "Bend over and put your hands on your knees," he instructed sharply. Once she was in position, David tugged the bathing suit bottoms down to her knees.
David braced a hand on the small of her back and tapped the paddle against her bare bottom. When the wood left her skin, Susan braced herself for the smack. David brought the paddle down against her bottom with a loud *CRACK*. Susan squealed and danced in place. She couldn't believe how much more this hurt on wet skin. Relentlessly, David paddled her and she fought to stay in place during the paddling. She knew from painful experience that moving out of position was not worth the temporary relief of escaping the paddle. Susan lost count of how many times the paddle struck her skin before she called out, "I'm sorry David!! I'll do it all today, I'm so so sorry," and began sobbing.
David continued to paddle after the sobbing began and by the time he stopped, her bottom was a bright, angry red. Ignoring his suit, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her as she cried. "It's ok baby. You're forgiven. I love you." David pressed a kiss to her forehead and rocked her gently until her sobs quieted to whimpers. "All done?" he asked gently.
Susan nodded and lifter her head to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry David. I..." she sighed, realizing there was no excuse for her behavior and let her head rest on his chest again.
David smiled. "I know baby. Now, go in the house, get dried off and change into your gardening clothes." Susan tensed, ready to argue, but then relaxed again and simply replied "Yes, Sir" before turning to do as he asked.
David spent the rest of the afternoon watching his lovely wife as she knelt in the garden, fighting with the weeds. And when she stopped to rest, she always looked his way and smiled, love lighting her eyes.
(Just a side note: This story was inspired when I told D that my girlfriend wanted me to come swimming but it meant blowing off my yardwork. Guess what his thoughts on the matter were? Exactly)
Roleplaying
Does anyone else just love to roleplay? I absolutely do. Schoolgirl/teacher, employee/boss, cheerleader/coach, whatever the game I just get so incredibly turned on by it. I wonder why that is?
Maybe I feel like during a roleplay session I can completely let go of anything that inhibits me from submitting completely. Because I'm not really me anymore, I'm someone else. And being someone else is infinitely more exciting than being myself, lol.
I'd be curious to hear any thoughts/opinions about this from my readers (both of you, lol).
Maybe I feel like during a roleplay session I can completely let go of anything that inhibits me from submitting completely. Because I'm not really me anymore, I'm someone else. And being someone else is infinitely more exciting than being myself, lol.
I'd be curious to hear any thoughts/opinions about this from my readers (both of you, lol).
Friday, July 06, 2007
Stupidity
Have you ever notice how stupidity can so easily disguise itself as something else? In my case this evening, it disguised itself as righteous anger.
First of all, let me explain that I'm insecure, suspicious, needy and slightly neurotic. Catch of the day, right? *sighs* Anyways, all of these things add up to me overreacting to certain things in a relationship. Like lack of communication. Communication is one of those necessities in any relationship but I firmly believe that a DD relationship will very quickly wither and die without it. And, I'm a girl, I like to talk. And in an LDR, conversations are often the only link a couple has for long periods of time. So if the person I'm involved with seems completely uninterested in talking to me, the aforementioned traits come screaming to the surface of my personality.
So all of this combines to make for a messy situation sometimes. Today being one of those "sometimes". D and I were hanging out online and towards the end of our conversation I began getting only one word answers or no answer at all. Now, a more reasonable and cool headed individual may simply have asked "Is this a bad time for you to talk?" or something along those lines. Well, I'm neither reasonable nor cool headed. As a matter of fact I have a notoriously hot temper attached to an amazingly short fuse. Add my general insecurities about relationships and you've just got a big old mess of anger and hurt feelings.
I promise that I've told you all of this with a point buried in there somewhere. So I leave the house to go to dinner with some friends and I've got this mess of feelings bouncing around inside of me. One of the main rules for me is "no speeding". Like, absolutely NO SPEEDING. Well, I just threw that out the window on my way down the road. At one point I was pushing 80mph in a 65 mph zone. Smart, right? So I get to the restaurant and realize I don't have my wallet. So not only did I break the no speeding rule, I did it without my license. Anyways, I have wonderful friends who covered my dinner, so at least that part of the evening wasn't a waste.
Now, at this point you would think "She knows she doesn't have her license, she'll be more careful driving home". I believe I mentioned that I am not a rational woman. I didn't slow down one bit driving home. By the time I got home, however, I was a nervous wreck because I realized that I was going to be in *BIG* trouble when I finally talked to D. Not only do we have the speeding deal but now we have what you would call "willful disobedience", all because I was hurt and angry over...well, nothing at all.
So after a few hours of agonizing and waiting for him to get home from work I was finally able to break down and confess everything to D. Which actually went much better than planned. He added to the spanking I have coming for Labor Day weekend, but he didn't lecture nearly as much as I had thought he might. So now I at least feel purged of most of my guilt but I know that I won't feel 100% better until the discipline is dealt with. So there you have it folks, stupidity in action.
First of all, let me explain that I'm insecure, suspicious, needy and slightly neurotic. Catch of the day, right? *sighs* Anyways, all of these things add up to me overreacting to certain things in a relationship. Like lack of communication. Communication is one of those necessities in any relationship but I firmly believe that a DD relationship will very quickly wither and die without it. And, I'm a girl, I like to talk. And in an LDR, conversations are often the only link a couple has for long periods of time. So if the person I'm involved with seems completely uninterested in talking to me, the aforementioned traits come screaming to the surface of my personality.
So all of this combines to make for a messy situation sometimes. Today being one of those "sometimes". D and I were hanging out online and towards the end of our conversation I began getting only one word answers or no answer at all. Now, a more reasonable and cool headed individual may simply have asked "Is this a bad time for you to talk?" or something along those lines. Well, I'm neither reasonable nor cool headed. As a matter of fact I have a notoriously hot temper attached to an amazingly short fuse. Add my general insecurities about relationships and you've just got a big old mess of anger and hurt feelings.
I promise that I've told you all of this with a point buried in there somewhere. So I leave the house to go to dinner with some friends and I've got this mess of feelings bouncing around inside of me. One of the main rules for me is "no speeding". Like, absolutely NO SPEEDING. Well, I just threw that out the window on my way down the road. At one point I was pushing 80mph in a 65 mph zone. Smart, right? So I get to the restaurant and realize I don't have my wallet. So not only did I break the no speeding rule, I did it without my license. Anyways, I have wonderful friends who covered my dinner, so at least that part of the evening wasn't a waste.
Now, at this point you would think "She knows she doesn't have her license, she'll be more careful driving home". I believe I mentioned that I am not a rational woman. I didn't slow down one bit driving home. By the time I got home, however, I was a nervous wreck because I realized that I was going to be in *BIG* trouble when I finally talked to D. Not only do we have the speeding deal but now we have what you would call "willful disobedience", all because I was hurt and angry over...well, nothing at all.
So after a few hours of agonizing and waiting for him to get home from work I was finally able to break down and confess everything to D. Which actually went much better than planned. He added to the spanking I have coming for Labor Day weekend, but he didn't lecture nearly as much as I had thought he might. So now I at least feel purged of most of my guilt but I know that I won't feel 100% better until the discipline is dealt with. So there you have it folks, stupidity in action.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Merry-Go-Round
My life, is a Merry-Go-Round lately. I'm here.....I'm there....I'm here again....I'm there again.
*smiles*
Well, I just broke up with the guy I've been seeing for the past 5 months. I've realized that I truly, truly desire a DD relationship and he just was not able to give me what I need. Which is not his fault, really, it just means we're not right for each other.
So, now I'm involved with Mr. Wonderful-who-happens-to-live-too-damn-far-away again. Minnesota, for heaven's sake! But he has a job, he's a natural dom, and I'm visiting him Labor Day weekend with the promise of a very, very thorough spanking. I've just racked 'em up. Oh, and, he's making *me* buy the hairbrush he plans on spanking me with. How cruel is that??
*grins* I'm loving every single minute of it.
*smiles*
Well, I just broke up with the guy I've been seeing for the past 5 months. I've realized that I truly, truly desire a DD relationship and he just was not able to give me what I need. Which is not his fault, really, it just means we're not right for each other.
So, now I'm involved with Mr. Wonderful-who-happens-to-live-too-damn-far-away again. Minnesota, for heaven's sake! But he has a job, he's a natural dom, and I'm visiting him Labor Day weekend with the promise of a very, very thorough spanking. I've just racked 'em up. Oh, and, he's making *me* buy the hairbrush he plans on spanking me with. How cruel is that??
*grins* I'm loving every single minute of it.
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