It was a long work week. The kind of week where I hate my job and just want to quit.
I'm tired. I'm cranky. I don't want to do ANYTHING.
Well, that isn't completely true.
There is ONE thing I want...
The problem is, I know it's been the same type of week for him.
We are both in a place where we are not happy with where we are and what we do.
We want a change and it's a mood killer.
I know what I want... but how do I know that HE wants it too.
What is a girl to do?
I normally get home from work first, and today was one of those days. I sat on the couch and wondered how to approach it.
Do I just ask? Do I playfully brat? Is he too tired to play?
As the clock ticks I wait, and wonder what to do.
Sure enough, he comes home tired. "I just want to sit for a moment," he says.
So I wait.
I prepare dinner and debate my next move.
I understand where he is coming from. I feel the same way. I just want to sit. Relax. De-stress from day.
Unfortunately my want is high. I want to be handled. I want my hair pulled. I want to be pulled over his knee, my pants yanked downed, and spanked hard and furiously.
But does he want it too?
Subtle hints don't work. My fantasy of being dominated is not going to be fulfilled today. The question in my brain now is, do I give up or do I compromise?
I decide to be assertive.
I walk over to him and smile. As he smiles back I slowly undo the buckle of my pants and slide them down. My panties are cute. White with pink hearts scattered about. A pair that I know he loves. I give him a knowing smile as I grab his hands.
"What is this," he asks.
Instead of answering I place myself over his knees.
"I need this tonight," I say. "Please. Give me what I need."
He chuckles and smiles down at me. "You know how to ask," he says.
"Please," I beg. "Give me what I want."
He slowly pulls my panties down to me knees. I feel the cool air hit my bare bottom before he begins to rub his hand on my right cheek. "It is my pleasure," he says.
Then a hard smack. The kind that causes me to gasp and catch my breath.
I smile and close my eyes. This is what I need.
,
Friday, September 27, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Creating the Perfect Vanilla Chocolate Swirl
I am very fortunate. :) Not too long after finally admitting to myself that I am in fact a spanko, I met the man I would eventually marry. We had been talking on Myspace (remember myspace?) and he was going to come to my area. We met for lunch, I took him on an hike that he was not prepared for (oppps), and we had our first spanking on top of a mountain with one of the prettiest views that one can only see from the top of a mountain summit.
It remains one of my most memorial spanking experiences.
As we realized that day (and the weeks and months that followed), we had a chemistry that we could not deny. We were more than just play partners, we were soul mates. He is my best friend, my lover, my husband, my equal, and my top.
I know people are wondering, "how can he be both your equal AND your top?"
When we first moved in together, I remember getting comments like, "your butt must be red ALL the time," and "you NEED someone 24/7 to fix your behavior!" The first one I smiled at, the second one kind of insulted me, but both comments are not true.
Don't misunderstand me, we enjoy spanking play in our marriage, but the best part is we enjoy it as an activity that we both enjoy mutually. If I don't feel like playing, we don't. If he doesn't feel like playing, we don't. We are equal. I am happy to submit to his needs and he is happy to provide me with mine.
When we started out, our relationship was focused on play, play, play! We were living in different states and could only see each other about once a month (if we were lucky maybe twice a month!). Our visits would be weekend long plays to fulfill our needs. When I moved closer to him, a funny thing started to happen.
Spanking wasn't the only thing in our relationship.
Our vanilla life slowly started to sneak into our play time. We met each other's families. We met each other's vanilla friends. We dodged questions on how we met and let several different stories form, all of which we just smiled and nodded at in agreement. "Why yes! We did meet each other at the beach." "I heard that she picked him up at a bar." "I think they used match.com!"
Oh how little did they know. ;)
We panicked a little when we got married. Our wedding was a huge fanfare that included both of our (ridiculously large) families, friends, and a handful of people we had met and become close friends with in the scene. Do we put a "how we met" story on our wedding website? Do we let people just talk? Do we answer the "how you met question" if someone asks?
We decided to just avoid the situation completely. Surprisingly, that worked out perfectly!
Where spanking is still a huge part of our lives and our relationship, it is no longer the predominate factor. We support each other through the ups and downs that life throws at us. I love him and he is my everything.
It remains one of my most memorial spanking experiences.
As we realized that day (and the weeks and months that followed), we had a chemistry that we could not deny. We were more than just play partners, we were soul mates. He is my best friend, my lover, my husband, my equal, and my top.
I know people are wondering, "how can he be both your equal AND your top?"
When we first moved in together, I remember getting comments like, "your butt must be red ALL the time," and "you NEED someone 24/7 to fix your behavior!" The first one I smiled at, the second one kind of insulted me, but both comments are not true.
Don't misunderstand me, we enjoy spanking play in our marriage, but the best part is we enjoy it as an activity that we both enjoy mutually. If I don't feel like playing, we don't. If he doesn't feel like playing, we don't. We are equal. I am happy to submit to his needs and he is happy to provide me with mine.
When we started out, our relationship was focused on play, play, play! We were living in different states and could only see each other about once a month (if we were lucky maybe twice a month!). Our visits would be weekend long plays to fulfill our needs. When I moved closer to him, a funny thing started to happen.
Spanking wasn't the only thing in our relationship.
Our vanilla life slowly started to sneak into our play time. We met each other's families. We met each other's vanilla friends. We dodged questions on how we met and let several different stories form, all of which we just smiled and nodded at in agreement. "Why yes! We did meet each other at the beach." "I heard that she picked him up at a bar." "I think they used match.com!"
Oh how little did they know. ;)
We panicked a little when we got married. Our wedding was a huge fanfare that included both of our (ridiculously large) families, friends, and a handful of people we had met and become close friends with in the scene. Do we put a "how we met" story on our wedding website? Do we let people just talk? Do we answer the "how you met question" if someone asks?
We decided to just avoid the situation completely. Surprisingly, that worked out perfectly!
Where spanking is still a huge part of our lives and our relationship, it is no longer the predominate factor. We support each other through the ups and downs that life throws at us. I love him and he is my everything.
The best part? We both understand our freaky, kinky needs.
Do you have a spanking relationship that mixes in with the vanilla world? Do you want a relationship that combines both worlds? Do you find it hard to keep your spanking needs secret? Do you feel the need to hide your kinky relationships? Please feel free to share. :)
Monday, September 9, 2013
Shake it like a Polaroid Picture!
I spend WAY too much time on Fetlife. WAY too much. So much in fact, that sometimes I accidentally say Fetlife instead of facebook while conversing with vanillas.
Opps.
I'm pretty snarky. I rather enjoy the petty drama that break out on boards from some butthurt troll trying to get a rise, to the uberest of uberdoms who swear their way is the only way and talks down condescendingly to everyone who disagrees with them. I'm the person that comes on and makes a smart ass comment that may or may not have something to do with the topic at hand. It's better than a soap opera!
Threads and the people who respond shall be a post for another day. ;)
I'm am more fascinated with the posting of pictures.
I have not yet decided if I am going to post pictures to this new blog. My old blog had several pictures. However, I would post some pictures of myself and next thing I knew I was finding pictures of myself on people's blogs and webpages. I would be looking at pictures on Fet and other sites and would find a picture of myself with a description giving me a brand new name and a story of what they spanked me for and how I was spanked.
It was pretty frustrating.
I do have several pictures on my fetlife account. Most are set to private, but the pictures that hide my face are available for everyone to see. I know that having public pictures allows for everyone and their mother to write a comment, but the comments themselves are what fascinated me.
I wont lie. I post pictures for attention. ;) If I think a picture is horrible I wont post it. If I really like a picture I put it out there in the hopes of getting nice comments. I also like to share these pictures with my friends so they can get a brief glimpse into my husband's and my spanko life. Mostly though, I'm just an attention whore.
I love to go around to all of my friend's pictures and post a comment and hit that 'love' button. If an interesting picture pops up in my feed, I click it. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I wish I could bleach my eyes out. For the most part I love what people share and think it is pretty cool that we have a social networking site that allows for us kinky individuals to gather, converse, and share.
In addition to the wonderful comments my friends leave, I tend to get comments from the serial commentators. Nice comments, generic comments, backhanded compliments, and the down right mean.
My favorite is the "I love a girl with a fat ass." Gee... thanks. That is what EVERY girl wants to hear.
Or how about the "Nothing like a big bottomed girl standing in the corner." Not much better than the comment above.
Or how about the comments that say, "I would shove my dick up that fat ass and fuck the shit out of it!" Does that EVER work??!!?? Or the "I'll jizz all over that face!" EEWWWWWW!
One day I logged on to Fet to see that I had 46@s and my email was blown up with fetlife emails. One guy went through and started to love AND comment on all of my public photos. I had never once met this guy, talked to this guy, or even SEEN this guy before.
This man started off with generic "nice ass" comments. Then started off with how HE would spank me and how my butt could be redder. Then as he continued making this comments, it was as if we became friends. He started adding honey and sweetie, then my name, then my apparent "full name" (it wasn't) and finally he ended it as if we had just done the scene. Weird.
Do you have any favorite photo comments? Do you have a favorite line that you like to leave on comments? Feel free to add them in the comments. ;)
Opps.
I'm pretty snarky. I rather enjoy the petty drama that break out on boards from some butthurt troll trying to get a rise, to the uberest of uberdoms who swear their way is the only way and talks down condescendingly to everyone who disagrees with them. I'm the person that comes on and makes a smart ass comment that may or may not have something to do with the topic at hand. It's better than a soap opera!
Threads and the people who respond shall be a post for another day. ;)
I'm am more fascinated with the posting of pictures.
I have not yet decided if I am going to post pictures to this new blog. My old blog had several pictures. However, I would post some pictures of myself and next thing I knew I was finding pictures of myself on people's blogs and webpages. I would be looking at pictures on Fet and other sites and would find a picture of myself with a description giving me a brand new name and a story of what they spanked me for and how I was spanked.
It was pretty frustrating.
I do have several pictures on my fetlife account. Most are set to private, but the pictures that hide my face are available for everyone to see. I know that having public pictures allows for everyone and their mother to write a comment, but the comments themselves are what fascinated me.
I wont lie. I post pictures for attention. ;) If I think a picture is horrible I wont post it. If I really like a picture I put it out there in the hopes of getting nice comments. I also like to share these pictures with my friends so they can get a brief glimpse into my husband's and my spanko life. Mostly though, I'm just an attention whore.
I love to go around to all of my friend's pictures and post a comment and hit that 'love' button. If an interesting picture pops up in my feed, I click it. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I wish I could bleach my eyes out. For the most part I love what people share and think it is pretty cool that we have a social networking site that allows for us kinky individuals to gather, converse, and share.
In addition to the wonderful comments my friends leave, I tend to get comments from the serial commentators. Nice comments, generic comments, backhanded compliments, and the down right mean.
My favorite is the "I love a girl with a fat ass." Gee... thanks. That is what EVERY girl wants to hear.
Or how about the "Nothing like a big bottomed girl standing in the corner." Not much better than the comment above.
Or how about the comments that say, "I would shove my dick up that fat ass and fuck the shit out of it!" Does that EVER work??!!?? Or the "I'll jizz all over that face!" EEWWWWWW!
One day I logged on to Fet to see that I had 46@s and my email was blown up with fetlife emails. One guy went through and started to love AND comment on all of my public photos. I had never once met this guy, talked to this guy, or even SEEN this guy before.
This man started off with generic "nice ass" comments. Then started off with how HE would spank me and how my butt could be redder. Then as he continued making this comments, it was as if we became friends. He started adding honey and sweetie, then my name, then my apparent "full name" (it wasn't) and finally he ended it as if we had just done the scene. Weird.
Do you have any favorite photo comments? Do you have a favorite line that you like to leave on comments? Feel free to add them in the comments. ;)
Friday, September 6, 2013
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Or something like that.
I go by a name in the scene that I picked out just because I liked it. It is simple, cute, easy to rhyme, and is a good description of how I come across as a person. I've been given many additional nicknames, all which I love due to my friends creating those names for me. I'm not trying to "reinvent' myself by naming this blog SaS, it is just an honest description of who I am. A description that humors many and horrifies me.
See, I am very awkward. I try to play it off, but I have always been different. Not only just a spanko freak, but I am a girl that has no filter and I am plague with anxiety and self esteem issues. I do not always know how to act in situations, especially those that involve meeting new people. I am very aware of the fact that I say (and do) stupid and uncomfortable things, and there is nothing I can do but own that fact. Sometimes I am grateful that I am fully aware of my lack of social awareness (maybe I can change!) other times I feel that ignorance would truly be a bliss. Meeting new people causes me to break out into a cold sweat, my heart starts to pump and I smile creepily as I pray to myself that I don't say anything offensive OR stupid. I always hope that the people I am meeting don't realize how clumsy my words are until after they get to know me. Then maybe they will think my silly faux pas are an endearing quality of my overall personality and not a gruesome turnoff.
I am very fortunate to have met many wonderful scene people who have become amazing friends. They are my family. I met my husband through the scene and we enjoy traveling to parties both large and small. In my head though, there is always a little voice telling me that I don't really fit in. I fight with this voice for entire parties. It hits me hard in both the spanking and vanilla worlds. As needy and crazy as it sounds (even to me), I worry that people are mad at me for something and I just don't know why. Or they put up with me because one person likes me and they don't want to hurt their feelings. I am aware enough to tell this voice in my head to shut up, but then I get anxious about being too anxious and worry that people will think I'm too needy...without ever saying any of this aloud.
Crazy, right?
Over the years I have become much better at developing my cooping skills, but my anxiety still lingers and will always be a part of my life. To help myself enjoy more out of life, I finally decided to own it. Laugh at myself instead of cry. I give hugs and refuse to dwell on the nagging thoughts of whether I am being hugged back or pushed away. Share those cringe worthy moments, because even I eventually (after my mortification fades ;) ) see the humor in what I accidentally do.
So here I shall share these tales. Both for the amusement of my readers (which I will hopefully have) and to cleanse my soul. Welcome to my adventures of living as a socially awkward spanko.
I go by a name in the scene that I picked out just because I liked it. It is simple, cute, easy to rhyme, and is a good description of how I come across as a person. I've been given many additional nicknames, all which I love due to my friends creating those names for me. I'm not trying to "reinvent' myself by naming this blog SaS, it is just an honest description of who I am. A description that humors many and horrifies me.
See, I am very awkward. I try to play it off, but I have always been different. Not only just a spanko freak, but I am a girl that has no filter and I am plague with anxiety and self esteem issues. I do not always know how to act in situations, especially those that involve meeting new people. I am very aware of the fact that I say (and do) stupid and uncomfortable things, and there is nothing I can do but own that fact. Sometimes I am grateful that I am fully aware of my lack of social awareness (maybe I can change!) other times I feel that ignorance would truly be a bliss. Meeting new people causes me to break out into a cold sweat, my heart starts to pump and I smile creepily as I pray to myself that I don't say anything offensive OR stupid. I always hope that the people I am meeting don't realize how clumsy my words are until after they get to know me. Then maybe they will think my silly faux pas are an endearing quality of my overall personality and not a gruesome turnoff.
I am very fortunate to have met many wonderful scene people who have become amazing friends. They are my family. I met my husband through the scene and we enjoy traveling to parties both large and small. In my head though, there is always a little voice telling me that I don't really fit in. I fight with this voice for entire parties. It hits me hard in both the spanking and vanilla worlds. As needy and crazy as it sounds (even to me), I worry that people are mad at me for something and I just don't know why. Or they put up with me because one person likes me and they don't want to hurt their feelings. I am aware enough to tell this voice in my head to shut up, but then I get anxious about being too anxious and worry that people will think I'm too needy...without ever saying any of this aloud.
Crazy, right?
Over the years I have become much better at developing my cooping skills, but my anxiety still lingers and will always be a part of my life. To help myself enjoy more out of life, I finally decided to own it. Laugh at myself instead of cry. I give hugs and refuse to dwell on the nagging thoughts of whether I am being hugged back or pushed away. Share those cringe worthy moments, because even I eventually (after my mortification fades ;) ) see the humor in what I accidentally do.
So here I shall share these tales. Both for the amusement of my readers (which I will hopefully have) and to cleanse my soul. Welcome to my adventures of living as a socially awkward spanko.
Hi!
Hello! Welcome to my spanking blog. :)
I am not new to spanking, nor am I new to blogging! I deleted my old blog a couple of years ago due to some privacy scares and never updating. I am horrible at updating my blogs.
Why am I starting a new blog then?
I missed it.
I missed having a place to share my random thoughts and experiences in this thing we do. I may not be the best updater or the best storyteller, but I like to have a place to write about what is on my mind and tell stories about the wonderful people I have met and the fun parties that I am lucky enough to attend.
The blogging community is wonderful and I read and follow many of my friends' blogs. I want to be able to support my friends without having to jump through comment hoops. I will be adding my favorite links as well as updating my profile within the next few weeks. Please feel free to comment!
I'm trying to be as anonymous as one can be with a public, online-anyone-can-see naughty blog. ;) Please respect those wishes.
Thanks for reading!
~SaS
I am not new to spanking, nor am I new to blogging! I deleted my old blog a couple of years ago due to some privacy scares and never updating. I am horrible at updating my blogs.
Why am I starting a new blog then?
I missed it.
I missed having a place to share my random thoughts and experiences in this thing we do. I may not be the best updater or the best storyteller, but I like to have a place to write about what is on my mind and tell stories about the wonderful people I have met and the fun parties that I am lucky enough to attend.
The blogging community is wonderful and I read and follow many of my friends' blogs. I want to be able to support my friends without having to jump through comment hoops. I will be adding my favorite links as well as updating my profile within the next few weeks. Please feel free to comment!
I'm trying to be as anonymous as one can be with a public, online-anyone-can-see naughty blog. ;) Please respect those wishes.
Thanks for reading!
~SaS
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