Leather Flyswatter--oh my!

Who would think of such an evil/delicious combination? I don't think I should I tell you where to buy one. Oh, you really want one. Are you sure? really, really, sure? It's going to hurt--you know that right? OK, go here, but DO NOT tell them that I sent you.

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I couldn't resist this cutie from MarQe's Study again:

Forgetful and Flogged

"What is your whip doing out here!?" Ben calls to me as he comes through the back door.

Oh, my god, my heart stops, why was I such an idiot to leave it there?

"Well?" he strides into my study, eyeing me suspiciously.

I, caught without an answer, look down and try to avoid his gaze. After I had taken the photo for Monday's blog on Le Martinet, I had run off to upload it in the computer, leaving the whip out on the dining table, abandoned.

I try to explain all of that to Ben, but he was having none of it (of course, he hasn't read the blog yet either). We have employees who come and go from our home constantly. "What if one of them saw it?" he asked.

I know that I am caught out. It is entirely possible that someone could walk through the door at any time and I had absolutely forgotten that it was there. While you might suspect that I did it on purpose, it is simply not true.

Needless to say, it wasn't long before I was feeling its bite on my own ass.

What is Your Favorite Color?

Do you have a color that is always on your mind, at work, at play, late at night when your alone?

Is it scarlet?





Is it rose?

Is it crimson?

Could it be ruby?

Perhaps maroon?

Or is it just plain red?

Le Martinet

For a good startle last week, my Word-of-the-Day was martinet. I have been reading spanking blogs for over a year now, including French blogs, and I had never come across this.

DEFINITION:
noun: A strict disciplinarian.

ETYMOLOGY:

After Jean Martinet, an army officer during the reign of Louis XIV in France. He was a tough drill master known for his strict adherence to rules and discipline. He was killed by friendly fire during the siege of Duisburg in 1672.

USAGE:

"Many people believe the agency acts like a martinet. They say the agency is hard-headed and hard-hearted. They say it is dictatorial and unyielding."


COMMENTS FROM READERS:
"Born and educated in France, I remember the martinet, the French word for an object like a baton with leather ribbons gathered at one end. The martinet was the ultimate threat when a child misbehaved, object of fear, it was hooked in homes at arm's length of parents, generally in the kitchen. Believe it or not, I recently noticed some for sale in a French hardware store in Paris!"

"Just the word "martinet" still sends chills up my spine even though I never felt its wrath, nor witnessed its use. You see, "le martinet" was the much feared leather strap -- capable of delivering one heck of a wallop -- that hung on the wall in our French Catholic school classrooms. Just the sight of one was enough to keep the unruliest students in line. "Barbare" to say the least!"

"In French-Canadian grade schools, over fifty years ago, unruly students would go to the principal's office to receive a form of punishment we called "le martinet", essentially a leather strap blow to the hands. I know I worked pretty darn hard not to make such a visit."

"In French-Canadian circles (particularly in Northern Ontario), the term "martinet" was used to refer to a large wooden paddle (or other wooden stick) that school principals used for discipline, correction, and coercion.

I myself never fell victim to "Le Martinet", but I was aware of those who were "disciplined" using this holdover from the inquisition. Nevertheless, the word itself was enough to cause a child to tremble in their "souliers"."

So I looked it up on Wikipedia and they had the photo above as an illustration. That's when it dawned on me, we own one of those!!

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All Things Spanking has given me the opportunity to publish my all time favorite photo by Alexandre Dupouy. Isn't it glorious?

Sette Domande (Seven Questions)

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What to read? What to read?

Another round of questions from my generous reader:

1. If women appreciate the male ass why aren't more pictures of males shown?

While I agree that women like seeing a man's ass, I think that the majority of viewers are still men, and some women, who prefer the allure of a female. Most men seem awkward in photos to me. Cu-Cu does a great job of posting tons of men once in awhile.

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2. What about spanking and clothes? Obviously panties play a major role, but what about other aspects of clothing? Full skirts? Sexy under garments? Pants or jeans? Naturally these are matters of individual preference, but does the spanked woman think about this much?

Oh, those panties! What else? I like little skirts, they are just too sexy. Tight shorts and pants are cute, but impractical when you get to the removal part. Lingerie is wonderful for special occasions. I personally can't make myself do the garters and high heels, but it looks great in photos. Pajamas are more my style. And yes, we think about it constantly, especially about how we are going to feel when it's slowly peeled away.

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3. It seems apparent that most women who are spanked appreciate the beauty of the female form. Do you think that most of them have lesbian or bisexual inclinations in contrast to women who aren't spanked?

While it might be true that some of them have lesbian feelings, I don't think that's what's going on with the majority of women. If they have a vivid imagination, they are visualizing themselves in those circumstances. I personally click away from all those girl-on-girl spanking things, they feel ridiculous and fake to me.

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4. What gives you pleasure about others anonymously viewing your ass?

This is complicated for me. I have always been timid and very modest, still can't comfortably use a communal shower. I got over some of my shyness at Burning Man, where humans are accepted just as they are. I'm an amateur photographer and I always look at photos and think "how can I do that?" So I started thinking that I could take some decent photos of myself (through Ben's hands).

It is beyond my comprehension (and that's probably a good thing) that there are so many people that have seen me naked. I am careful that my full face doesn't show. Can you imagine being recognized in public?--holy shmoly--I would die. Other than that, I am immensely proud of the photos. I like that I can show the world that a regular person can do this.

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5. How does one wrangle invitations to read spanking blogs that are only for those invited?

I would love to know the answer to this question. I haven't been in this blogging world very long. Since you don't know their email, maybe try writing to a blogger who has it as one of the blogs in their blog roll and begging for a contact, but somehow I doubt it would work.

Going private seems to be a very limiting move. I'm not sure what they get out of writing for 10 or 12 people. There are people with whom I used to communicate almost daily, then they suddenly disappeared. It feels like losing an arm. If you're out there, reading this, please send me an invite or at least a message that you are alright.

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6. Is there any way to know if a person that you happen to meet is interested in spanking? I mean are there any telltale signs to look for? Are there any subtle ways of questioning or commenting that wouldn't be taken in a negative way?

I'm not the expert in this, but it seems that you could get two very different responses to a casual spanking reference. The first is the extrovert, up for anything, who would laugh and offer you a playful swat right then and there. The other response, the closet spanko, would blush deeply, stutter, and try to change the subject. That's the person who has it hidden deep in their soul.

I don't have any good ideas for approaching the subject with a new person. Maybe the readers will help with some ideas.

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7. Do you think those who spank and those who are spanked should switch roles at least once to experience some measure of how it feels?

I've been trying to convince Ben of this for a long time. He is adamant that it will never happen. It's just logical that a top should know the difference between a thud and sting, the right sizzle spot and the danger areas. I'm not sure you could demonstrate the psychological side of it to someone who is not naturally a bottom though.

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Getting the Upper Hand

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This photo from MarQe's Study gives me chills:

Hot Water

Ah, peace and quiet, Amanda stretched and yawned, sinking onto the bed. Nothing like a Saturday morning, she thought as she lit a cig. She glanced over at the door to insure that it is firmly shut. No problem. Hang out, check out some magazines, maybe later head over to Kelly’s place.

She barely took that first drag when the door burst open. Trying to stub out the cig and cover up her panty-clad bottom at the same time didn’t work out all that well.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mike tried to keep his voice under control, but he practically growled, red in the face.

She tried to formulate some sort of excuse for smoking while waving her hands around to clear the air. He pretended to wait for an answer, but he was just too agitated.

“Well?…”

“I…I was just….” Her mind simply couldn’t think.

“Didn’t you tell me that you would clean that bathroom this week? Didn’t you? It’s Saturday already. Let’s just go see if it’s done, shall we?” He roughly helped her off the bed, worked her around, and marched her down the hall while holding on to her shoulder. She was mortified to be dragged down the hallway in nothing more than her skimpy tank top and flowery underpants.

”Does this look clean to you, Missy? Is the vanity clean?” They both glanced at the myriad items scattered everywhere, wet hair strands clinging to the sink. “How ‘bout the tub? Isn’t that a lovely dark ring? And I don’t even want to look at that toilet!” He slammed down the lid.

“Did you tell me that you would clean this bathroom on Monday?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you tell me that you would clean this bathroom on Wednesday?”

“I think so….”

“When did you tell me that you would clean it on Thursday, huh?”

“Tomorrow, sir,” she admitted in a very small voice.

“Tomorrow was yesterday!” he yelled. “Is it done?”

“No, sir.”

“No, sir! No, it is not done, sir!” he mocked her. “All week long you procrastinate and procrastinate, saying ‘I’m too busy, I’m too busy’ and then I find you lounging around and IT’S STILL NOT DONE!” Livid with exasperation, he knew he was losing it.

“I’ll do it now, Mike, I promise.”

“You better believe you’ll do it now and you’ll do it with a very red rear end too!”

No!!! The flush traveled from the bottom of her feet to her cheeks in a nanosecond. Her eyes watered up, her hands protectively covering her butt self-consciously.

Mike realized that his anger was getting the best of him. “You stay here and think about what your procrastination has caused and that spanking you have coming, young lady.” He left her alone in that teeny room. There was nowhere to go. No escape. She couldn’t even pace. Nervously her gaze skipped around the room; everywhere it landed, she saw more mess, towels on the floor, spilled shampoo, soapy splashes on the mirror. She had to avert her eyes from the terror reflected there.

A spanking! No, this is impossible. She remembered the last time she has a spanking, she must have been a little kid, but she vividly remembered how much it hurt and how much she cried.

Boy, was he mad. But, at least he didn’t notice the cig, otherwise there’d be even more trouble. Glancing around at the shambles again, she spotted the wooden hairbrush on the countertop. No way! She wasn’t going to let him have the opportunity to use that on her. What to do? There are limited options for hiding something in a bathroom. Finally she gave up and threw it in the hamper, tossing a towel on top of it. Too bad that she didn’t also notice that hefty bath brush hiding just behind the shower curtain.

By the time Mike came back, Amanda was trembling. How humiliating to be quivering in your underwear, waiting for a spanking.

Mike didn’t waste any time. He was calmer, but very determined to follow through on his threat. Sitting on the toilet lid, he put her easily across his lap. Because of the shortness of the toilet, she had the chance to see close up how truly dirty the floor was.

The first crack of his hand surprised her so much with its power and its pain. She yelped and struggled to escape, but Mike held her securely, simply pinning her flailing arm to her own back. He struck her again, then again, then again on her thin little panties. She kicked with all her might. He abruptly stopped.

“What happened to the hairbrush that was right here?” There is no response from her.

“Where is it, Amanda Jane? It was here when I left, I saw it.” He violently grabbed the long handled bath brush from the shower stall. “I’ll have to use this instead!” With that, he tugged down those flowery panties all the way to her knees. And he gave her a good hard wallop. Each thud resounded through her soul. She knew that her cries where echoing throughout the house, but she could do nothing to stop them.

“Get it NOW!” he ordered. She had the extra embarrassment of getting up, digging through the hamper to find it, handing it to him, and laying back down.

“Now, this is the spanking you should have gotten before.” The sharp sting of the hairbrush bit into her flesh in a whole different way than the bathbrush had. He started a quick little rhythm while she writhed and howled. He kept it up, berating her for her laziness, her irresponsibility, and her lack of motivation.

Finally, she just gave up and let the percussion continue as her cries turned to whimpers.

“You’re gonna get this bathroom spit-shined before you go anywhere, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He started to rub her sore bottom to take some of the bitter torment out. She was still crying, but the sobs slowed as she realized that it was over.

“You’re gonna get your chores done immediately when asked, right?”

“Yes, sir. I will, I promise. I’ll be good,” Amanda sniffled.

“That’s what I want to hear.” Still rubbing and patting softly, calming her. But, he didn’t let her up when she started to rise, firmly placing a hand in the middle of her back to hold her in position.

“OK, then, now let’s discuss that cigarette….

Time for Your Bath, Missy

Thumpin'

Standing in the backyard, Ben evaluates the gathering ominous sky and says to me, "Yeah, it's gonna start thumpin'." To which I reply, "Well, thumpin' is always a good thing!"

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The gods are angry here. The clouds darken and a distant rumble rolls closer. Last night the intensity cranked up to overflow. The downpour drowned our world in just a few seconds, as we ran through the yard, putting things away, covering the outside bed, closing the windows on the motorhome. Safely in the house, we kept moving from one window to the next, watching the sky. "Whoa, did you see that one?" we'd call back and forth as the lightening flashed. Giddy with excitement, we found the double rainbow, backed by extremely black clouds.

All of this energy was too much for Ben and me. We needed to join in with the boisterous atmosphere surrounding us. Ben positioned me across his lap on the couch, our most favorite otk. We are both comfortable and can stay like that as long as we want. The ambience was perfect as Ben started right in, matching the intensity of each crack of thunder. While the rain beat down on the skylights above, he beat down on my behind. Finally, we adjourned to the bedroom until the storm subsided.

Looks like rain again this afternoon.

How to Photograph a Nude Woman

As you can tell by cruising this blog, I have a serious thing with beautiful photographs. Lighting, composition, drama all invoke deep feelings in a viewer. I found a little video on VideoJug to help out all you budding photographers out there.

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Now, what could have gotten these two in trouble on James Stephenson's blog?

Romance

Today is our anniversary. Indulge me by allowing me to post a few romantic shots of couples together, which may or may not involve some spanking. I love you, Ben.

Fact or Fiction?

Hi Readers~

I want to ask a question. Do you enjoy reading fantasy on the blogs? I have been struggling with this, trying to decide what to do. I have an idea that's been rattling around in my head, but is it worth writing down and posting here? In the past, I have written a few stories, some inspired by videos. Do you like them? Are they too short or too long?

Of course, our true life is sometimes very entertaining, but not always. It's not spanking non-stop around here. Fantasy fills the void, so to speak. There are many places you, as readers, can go and find things on the internet. Would I be contributing something interesting, or just something to skip over?

I guess that I'm asking for an honest answer here. Do you take the time to read fiction on blogs?