Spanking= love=sexy?

Do you feel sexy because you’re spanked, or are you spanked because you feel sexy?

Some of you may word it this way:

Do you feel loved because you’re spanked, or are you spanked because you are loved?

Strange questions you might say.

Can it drive the energy in your relationship when new to you?

 Once you feel a draught in the dynamic, you can question how the circular reciprocity of TTWD/DD affects your psyche.

No the sky is not falling…… just observing what happens when you are not able to manage a liaison with the one you love.

Alone time can make you very productive and it can teach you patience. 

However the fun is missed!

What about you?

Thanks for reading!

Minelle

Spanking My Way! Spanking His Way!

Spanking My way, and Spanking His Way!

The differences...You decide.

My way…….

 As experiments go mine is still evolving. I really want to figure it all out. 

 I mean, I think there is certainly a large learning curve. Maybe I am wrong. 

What do you think? Position, intensity, duration…. Implements! I could go on.

 All you masters have it figured. Right?

The erotic component....

My words…

"Okay"

 “Hey! Ow! Ow! Ow! too hard….. Not hard enough!” sheesh!

“I am uneven.”

“That is whimpy.” Yes I said that. I am not too bright!

 “Oh! Yowza”

“Hey what are you doing?”

 "Not sure here…Yessss... Hmmmmm...nice"

I guess I am ‘topping from the bottom’ or….is this communicating?

No matter what I say or do…Wow he LOVES IT!

His way……

He never has done anything different. Never thought about it. 

Outside of the erotic.....

He spanks whenever he wants. We could be walking down the street; I say something sarcastic, teasing and…smack right on the spot!

Doesn’t bother me one tiny bit. I bet we get lots of funny looks. Maybe even a smile or two.

 When we are at home, same thing. Whenever and however he desires.

Maybe he will put me over his knee.

Or he will tumble me across the bed. 

Sometimes he will just randomly, fly by swat.

Fun warning attitude adjustments he says.

He loves it.

 See…. his way. 

I am figuring my way.

Into The Alley part 2

As promised I am putting up the second part of my first spanking story Into The Alley. The story was first hosted by PK on New Beginnings

I really did put myself in this position!

If you wish to read the first part of the story you can find it here 


Into the Alley, part two

 

Ellie woke slowly, rolling onto her back the slight soreness in her backside bringing back her memory of the night before. Ugh, she moaned, crap-a-doo!! Softly moving to her left side she noticed Lance had already risen. The smell of coffee pulled her like a drug and she got out of bed. However, the butterflies dancing in her stomach reminded her that she wasn’t quite settled up with Lance regarding her “into the alley moment.” She walked in front of the window and noted the beautiful day. Her ire at having to answer for her actions was tempered by the memory of Lance’s voice breaking when thinking about what “could” have happened.

She certainly intended to plead her case reminding him that she was not injured at all. No guns or knives were produced for cripes sake… oh…except by the police in response to the violence…. Errr.  Maybe I won’t mention weapons at all, safer for my butt, she thought to herself.  Ellie started thinking about the euphemism they used (into the alley) instead of stupidity, for some of her more dangerous impulsive actions. Sometimes humor was used to pull her back from the brink of disaster, and Lance may whisper, “Danger! Danger Will Robinson!  From the show “Lost in Space”. Thankfully, not many of the younger people understood the meaning of that phrase, unless they were a fan of old time TV series from her generation. It almost always brought a touch of humor and stability to her broiling emotions.

Not that she was always crazed with anger for the underdog. In their family, immediate and extended, she was known as the most understanding level-headed peacemaker. Often Lance sought the council she could provide when dealing with irate emotional parents. She frequently reminded him that it was hard for parents to see their child in any other way other than with rose colored glasses. Of course when provided indisputable evidence of their guilt many conceded the mistake their child made.  Always the consequences were decided and implemented as soon as possible. Her husband was always fair. What was she doing thinking along these lines? Everything that occurred could easily apply to her situation. “No!” she was a mature woman capable of making her own decisions and suffering her own consequences. Loudly and firmly she stated, “I am not getting spanked again! Once was enough!”

“Hmm… is that so?”

Gulp…, she didn’t hear Lance walk back into their bedroom. His unnervingly stated question had her sitting back down on the bed.

He handed her, her morning cup of coffee “Mmm, nectar of the gods.”  she whispered.

“Darling, you are aware that I didn’t want to continue your punishment last night due to my strong emotions. I was just so relieved to have you in my arms safely cocooned from harm. Besides, I always try and hear your total explanation.”

I replied just a tiny bit snottily, “Really Lance… I was over your knee almost immediately… when did you get my side of the story?” (I was a 50 year old mature woman when it suited my agenda)

Lance asked, “Did you rehash and rehash your statement to the police officer while I stood next to you offering my love and support? Was everything you said true and did cover  it fully, truthfully?” His calm voice shamed me for accusing him of being unfair.

I wailed, “Crap, crap, crap… but I don’t want a double punishment for last night.

“Ellie do you remember why I said that if you ever metaphorically or actually went into the alley?  I said I would bust your butt twice, making the spanking I gave you that night 25 years ago feel like a piece of cake? I am not a bossy man.”

She raised her eyes at that comment.

“Well Ellie, maybe I misspoke.  I do not micro manage your every actions. Nevertheless, your safety is something I will not compromise on.” He stood up, “Take your shower sweetie, we’ll continue after breakfast. She knew he wanted her to think back, to remember and appreciate… ha! Fat chance, she thought… why was she in trouble with him!

Thinking back to that night 25 years ago she shivered involuntarily. The night started out so nicely. She and Lance had started dating not long after he took over as principal of Makon Academy. They hadn’t exactly hit it off immediately. He was a bit perturbed by what he thought as her total disregard for following the rules and policies of the school. Admittedly she kind of did her own thing, not that she didn’t think rules were important; she just wasn’t into being the bad guy. What could she say; she had wanted to be the young art teacher who was cool. Still after a few shaky situations that she often blanched at remembering, she was swayed to “the other side” (Maybe the middle of the other side) actually she was just better at discerning and differentiating the situations for discipline management. That is often called experience. 

Her thoughts continued reminiscing. A group of us had gone to a great dance club that evening; she was just a tiny bit tipsy feeling no pain. Lance was so cute sticking to her side like glue. She had worn a new pair of spikey black heels setting off her short black jersey skirt and red top. They had closed the club and started making their way out the doors ending the evening. “Wow that was a blast.”  She said putting her right arm through her best friend Jane’s left one. Lance asked them to wait away from the crowd as he turned to retrieve his car from the valet. When…just as fast as she could blink Jane was roughly, rammed into Ellie’s side, she screamed “Hey my purse!” Ellie looked up and saw a giant of a man running up the side street with Jane’s purse clutched in his hands.

Ellie didn’t even remember thinking, her shoes went flying off her feet and she began screaming, “Stop you creep,” running like her life depended on catching the erstwhile crook! “Stop the thief!” She shouted over and over again.  Her adrenalin made her faster than normal- the rushing in her ears blocking common sense; she began to close in on the giant crook! Her brain just kept drumming, ‘catch him- catch him- catch him’, even as she heard the faint frantic yelling behind her to STOP!

“You’re going to get hurt it’s not important. For God sake Ellie, stop!” Lance caught up to her just as the man stealing Jane’s purse turned the corner and ran down the closest alley behind the houses. At that moment looking down the alley her true thinking brain kicked in. Lance stood next to her tightly gripping her arm. She couldn’t have moved anyway, her eyes locked with the purse snatcher when he looked back to the entrance. She and Lance clearly heard his silent promise, ‘I will kill you if you come into this alley!’ Then he turned and ran with the purse. Shaken Up, Ellie realized that he had had a knife in his hand. Lance saw that as well.

“Are you crazy? What were you doing? That was certifiable behavior!” Then he reached around, and put his left arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. She was staring at the ground when she felt smack after smack on her bottom!

“Ouch!” In disbelief she thought, he was serious!  “What are you doing?” She shrieked, “Stop now! This hurt like crazy! Lance, someone could see, please, please stop!”

 He kept up a steady rhythm mumbling, “Are you out of your mind?” Seconds before the rest of the group turned the corner and caught up to us, he stood her on her feet. Ellie’s face a bright red, she longed to rub the sting away. She was shocked at his actions. Glaring at him angrily, he returned her stare with fire in his green eyes.

She was chastised for her foolishness by every person in the group. She humbly apologized for worrying her friends. Lance mentioned quietly that he would be seeing me home while the rest of the group visited the police station to make out a robbery report.

 At first she let her outrage for the spanking burst to the surface. “How could you?” she shouted. He wasn’t biting, just stalwartly focused on the drive. She squirmed angrily. The rest of the ride back to her apartment was mostly quiet. Every now and then Lance would state, “Thank all there is you did not go into that alley!” He glared at her when she haltingly kept trying to explain what happened. Her anger dissipated slightly as she realized how upset he was. She felt bereft; there was no possible way he would want to be with her now. Our 6 years difference in age felt like twenty. She knew she was somewhat inexperienced and impulsive but…she was really was crazy in love with him. Ellie smiled in remembrance as she realized her love at that very crazy moment twenty- five years prior.

He opened her car door walking into her apartment building and up the two stories to her private entrance. She unlocked the door. Ellie turned to him to thank him as she placed the keys on a book case next to the heavy door. Thinking he would leave imminently, she was surprised when he locked the door, not recognizing her impending doom.

That spanking was one she now recognized as an epic event. After Lances right hand painstakingly finished his views on her imprudent actions. He teared-up saying he loved her so much and that he never ever wanted her to cause him such intentional blinding fear ever again. As a matter of fact he clearly promised that if she ever “went into the alley” again, she would have a double punishment like no other seismic event seen. She didn’t really understand this spanking thing, but she knew he would never really hurt her. Her butt being hurt was clearly not an issue. They were newly in love and frankly she thought spanking was never going to happen again. He was so gentle rubbing out the worst of the immediate sting. That night they made love, for her it was the first time.  They were married the very next year.

Ellie came back to the present. Spanking had occurred at times through the years, infrequently, but occasionally needed. Looking back over the years they had loved each other passionately. Their normal manner had been to support and love each other to the fullest. They often conceded issues important to one or the other. They were great partners. Not that they didn’t have their moments, they certainly did. However, trust and respect were major players for them.

Lance walked back into the room as she finished dressing. “Come on honey lets go have breakfast.” She took his hand, clearly recognizing that it would be burning hot later this morning. They walked down stairs to the site of freshly toasted bagels on the kitchen table. Smiling, at his loving gesture she knew he would suffer with her, but all would eventually be right.

She was sure his love would never let her go back “into the alley again.”

Thanks for reading,

Minelle

My First Spanking Story......Into The Alley

I  decided to re-post my first spanking story. I am not as prolific as many of you writers out there in 'writer blogville land.' However I have had a few questions about my stories recently.

Sorry if you read this before!

Many of you know....Since I have said this many times...

PK at New Beginnings elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com   encouraged me to pen a story for FF. I had been lurking for many years on her site, never believing I had much to say regarding this community. Honestly I never ever would have thought I could write something worth reading. It is quite a creative process! I have nothing but admiration for those of you who are true writers.

Please take the time to pop on New Beginnings and spend hours of pleasure reading FF stories through the years. While you are at it make sure you visit Cassie. PK is wonderfully creative. She channels Cassie and spins the most delightful romantic stories with panache and humor.

I wrote this story with much help from my many real life experiences. I was not spanked however. ;)


Without any more fanfare....here is the first part of :

Into The Alley.

                                                                

The officer finished taking her statement, once again asking her if 

she was all right. “Yes officer, I really am quite all right.”

“It’s just that you are so tiny, and they were out of control crazy teenage boys.” he said.  “Besides the fact that you were lying on the ground next to a running car had all of us concerned you were knocked out or worse. They could have had a gun or knives.” He seemed compelled to point out her many missteps to her husband. Once again he asked, “Why did you disregard your safety so blatantly?”

Ellie looked up at her husband of 24 years and committed herself to metaphorically nailing the last nail in her coffin. “I just ran to save the boy they were hurting.” she insisted, “I just reacted.” 

“Ma’am, there were two carloads of large angry testosterone filled boys- one crazy on drugs, fighting in front of your house and you ran in the middle of that fracas?” The policeman looked at her like she was senseless.  Frankly she wasn’t sure she could or would have changed the series of events. She just kind-of lost all coherent thought when she heard their screaming.  Of course when the six foot angry boy put his arm around her neck, she quickly grabbed his arm so she would not pass out. She did think!  Her dander up seriously, she thought what if my child was the one being beat-up?

Furiously resuming her righteous position Ellie refused to concede the differing consensus of her actions. Her husband noted her clear lack of remorse present showing as an angry grimace on her face. Not realizing her husband’s perception of her thought process; she thought hopefully there would always be a Good Samaritan like her there for help in a similar situation… hmph! The officer closed his notebook, once again asking if she needed to be checked over at the hospital. She adamantly, if in a slightly exasperated voice stated, once again, that she had not been touched.

Lance specified “yet”- quietly, as he closed and locked the front door after the officer. He reached for Ellie hugging her to him running his hand all over to make sure she really wasn’t injured. “Is your neck ok?”

She explained once again, “He couldn’t tighten his grip with my hands between his arm and my neck, (even if his superior strength lifted her a foot off the ground) so I am injury free.”

 “Honey…”

“Yes Lance.”

“You went into the alley.”

“No Lance not really... It wasn’t the same thing,” she frantically reasoned with him. No answer… except for him pulling a struggling Ellie over to the couch where she found herself placed over his knees pants down, positioned vulnerably to receive his discipline. (Damn empty house!)  Seconds later he began spanking her upturned bottom, after securing her flailing legs. She barely had time to shout, no!...unfair!”  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Really”…he muttered never missing a beat. “My darling wife thinks so little of her life that she rushes into the most…smack! dangerous…smack! situation…smack! since the alley incident…smack! smack! smack!smack! smack!

Owwwwww… you are over reacting! “Stop this now I shouted!” Not a very smart comment since it  just proved his point about her thoughtless action, and unleashed a flurry of spanks all over… including her sit spots and thighs. Of course now she was getting mad, mentally she was shouting, “I did the right thing!!! It is my conscience not yours!” Thrashing around flinging her hand back to prevent any more spanks from landing, she ignored the little voice in her head trying to filter through the emotional melee.

Clasping her hands across her back, he matter-of factly continued. Finally after making sure she understood his opinion on the matter, he let her up. Even knowing her butt would be a blazing red Lance sat her down on the couch. He walked over to the bay window, just to give himself a bit of distance for a moment. He felt like throwing up! She didn’t realize how many people called 911 frantic to get her help from the out of control kid. It looked like someone was breaking her neck! He closed his eyes against the heart rending image, feeling outraged at her lack of self- preservation.

 Behind him, Ellie angrily jumped right back up furiously rubbing her bottom with tears flowing down her face. Hearing her jump up Lance turned slowly and said quite firmly, "sit…back…down!"

Seething… Ellie really thought about saying something vulgar and inappropriate to him. Instead she channeled the feeling of her stinging butt to her brain and carefully sat on the couch. “I knew what I was doing.” she gritted out.

“Oh Yea, that came across clearly to everyone involved, my darling wife. Undoubtedly the reason you needed to be rescued by one lone teenage boy and two squad cars was clearly your remarkable handling of the situation.” He realized that she needed to crane her neck as he paced his worry and frustration across the length of the room. His six foot three frame was even more pronounced when he stood and she was seated. Of course thinking about her tiny five foot three, one hundred and twenty-five pound frame did nothing to assuage his aggravation for her actions in total disregard to her safety.

 He sat down across from his lovely wife on their brown leather chair. Lance lovingly clasped both her hands in his. Normally she loved this gesture; however it was clearly evident that his right hand was quite a bit hotter than his left hand. That awareness just made her mad once again!  “I am fifty years old, Lance and I thought that boy was dying!”

 “Then you should have called the police." he growled adamantly.

“I heard a crazy loud bang then lots of screaming, thumping and shouting. It really looked like a car accident when I looked out the window. So I ran out asking if they needed an ambulance.”

 “Of course the moment you realized that the situation required the police you knowingly joined in the middle of a fight?”

Ellis was feeling a little embarrassed, she angrily jumped up and yelled, “I am through with this conversation! You just do not understand how I think!”

He raised his eyebrow standing back up saying, “Maybe we were not finished with your spanking tonight. Not being stupid Ellie lowered her somewhat shrieking voice and sat slowly back down onto her flaming rear.

“Let’s analyze your actions once you ran outside, explain what happened, Ellie?”

“I tried to pull the crazed maniac off of the boy that was getting beat to a pulp.” I shared softly.

“You were so lucky that Jimmy Hansen was there to stop that drug induced young man from clobbering you! There was enough blood splattered about without adding yours to the mix.” Thank God Jimmy had the foresight to call the police when the first car blocked them intending to do some major damage," he whispered, his voice breaking at the end.

She began to realize how stressed and worried Lance had been. Her heart pained her as she channeled his pain, making her start to cry softly. She loved this man with all her heart; she never wanted to cause him emotional pain. “Lance, I did realize I was out of my element… that is why I got down on the ground honey.”

She tried to placate him before he could start thinking again. “Maybe I should have called the police first…”

“You think?” He smiled just a fraction of his usual bright grin. “For goodness sake Ellie.” he started again, “Even experienced police men and women call for back-up before they enter a dangerous situation!” She scooted a safer distance on the couch. He was still very upset. “Ellie what would you think if either of the kids acted impulsively like you tonight?”

Man he was pulling out the big guns now. Ellie knew she would be soooo upset with them. She exclaimed righteously, face a flaming red. “I would tell them to call 911….and wait…ok; ok I get your point!”

Lance sat down hugging her close. She turned my face into his shirt, loving the comfort his scent never failed to give her. “I wanted to be mad at you for spanking me just a little longer.”  She stated as her emotions returned to normal.

“You know love; I do not enjoy spanking you like that.”

She kissed him softly, “I know honey so you’ve said before. If you feel my pain like you say, then you’re going to have a sore butt for a few days.” She giggled. 

Lance looked at her saying, “We need to re-visit the alley incident tomorrow. Ellie, remember what I said would happen the next time you were to put your life in danger?” 

“Oh Lance please, let’s let this be the end of the incident.  I don’t want to go to bed with you still angry about this.”  She pleaded.

He calmly told her that he wasn’t mad anymore just sad and determined nothing like this would happen again.  “Darling we will worry about tomorrow later.  We have a teenage free home.” (Both kids were away on overnights) “I want and need a lot of reassurance and connecting with you my loving wife.” He lifted her in his arms… strong man that he is; they entered their bedroom and lovingly played the night away, pushing all the unpleasant thoughts and worries to the back of their minds.

~o0o~

Thanks for reading I will put up part 2 tomorrow.

Minelle

Spanking Memories

   

 Just thinking.

Dangerous I know.

This spanking thing…punishment-discipline- maintenance– erotic-pleasure-need. Or frankly, just reading about and desiring spanking.

Doesn’t matter what side of the fence you are on, Or the emotions it conjures negative or positive.

Spanking, the action there-of, is the same. Hand or implement on the butt.

I thought about the question of how many times in your life others beside the one you ultimately trust with this dynamic….have threatened to spank, or have spanked you?

I do not mean those that ‘know’ about your desire for this lifestyle now, whether DD or TTWD. ( I am incorporating everything in those two definitions, since I feel ttwd can incorporate everything else.)

 I mean before you were completely aware- or acknowledged that awareness, of spanking yourself.

The reason I ask is that I have a theory that somehow there is a law of attraction for some.I have had boyfriends and male friends threaten my behind on more than one occasion. I have even had a boss promise to turn me over his knee. Don’t ask... I was young and behaved outrageously. I actually stopped what I was doing in this semi social situation. I knew he meant it.

Spanking then didn’t resemble anything like we read on blogs, whether dd or ttwd.

But…

 At the time I would have been outraged no matter what. (and confused)

Am I whistling Dixie here? Do any of you have stories to share?

Very curious!

Thanks for reading!

Minelle

  

Spanking 'Interruptus'

In recent weeks my husband has more often than not threatened a spanking….like he always has when I am surly. Maybe employing a swat or two. However not like normal.

I thought we were kind of taking a step back from our summer romance. Life just was overflowing into our lovely memories and I was not taking his distance happily, or his exhaustion good naturedly.

When things like this occurs I either withdraw, or talk, talk, and talk….trying to get into deep conversations. Rather unfair to a man who can barely stay awake after he walks in that door. I am usually very considerate.

The other night I was not thinking clearly, I was in the zone. He was sitting in ‘his’ favorite chair when I walked by him after railing about something, and commenting, “that’s how well you care about what I am saying.” He took my arm and tossed me over his knee and smacked me several times firmly but really not hard. I laughed, he did as well, and said some things…my disposition was better in the short term. WHY?

I can honestly say that my mood has been a miasma recently. I know others have spoken about hormonal changes affecting their ability to react normally. (Some of this is my later age) Unfortunately circumstances are interfering with my ability to turn things around. Usually I am able to get myself out of the darkness quickly. I am an outgoing person and most times I just need to connect with others, smile, laugh and I am there…. Happy. I do seem to come out of it for a period of time. At work- I love the kids and they just right my world with their love and innocence.

My children are older so really quite happy to spend their days after school, working and/or socializing with friends. Seems great right? (I miss them too) More time for hubby and me to enjoy each other. Well it would be if he were home. Unfortunately/ fortunately he is working incredibly long exhausting hours. He is gone about 15 hours a day, sometimes longer.

I have been here many, many times before. However, ‘in the old days’ I had so much to keep up with, I missed him but, reality was reality and I was practical about it all. Plus, I filled my need for extra help etc. with my large family’s offers. We all reciprocated in those early years. Not only did we help as needed, it was a social outlet. Our houses were filled with children of all ages. At the end of a day often more than one family shared a meal.

The beginning of my entrance into ttwd brought a new and refreshing outlook in our changing lives. I miss the time and ‘research’ we shared.

I am sure we will get back to it as his work quiets….if it does. But until then I cannot really share much with him. Even some medical concerns I am dealing with right now. I have stopped biking for the short term since I am experiencing some heart racing and tiredness. There are other symptoms as well but hopefully the doctor will shed some light.

Maybe it can all be attributed to ‘that time of my life beginning.’ It may also be a result of a vitamin deficiency.

 I am not worrying about something unless I have something to worry about!

I know my husband is too tired but, maybe a really hard spanking would help. I am not really sure if I would even go for that. I am crazy…see?

Well thanks for reading!

Minelle