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Lillie is Back!!
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Welcome back......for good now! LOL

Good Girls Do

Good Girls Do.

Sorry Faerie! I’m stealing your line and twisting it to match my own needs.

I WON A PRIZE!!!! Details following………! Red Face.

As a Halloween treat to many of us story loving readers out in spanking bloggland, some of our favorite authors reached in to their creative costume caps and gifted us with an all Hallows eve story. If you haven’t had a chance to visit or read, it is never too late to enjoy.

There were just a few rules….after all these are ‘spanking’ authors!

Below you will find the wonderful authors who participated and offered participants the lure of exciting gifts!!!!

Take a look and hang around with these authors to enjoy all they have to offer!

Anastasia Vitsky

 Cara Bristol

Celeste Jones 

Claire Colinsgrove  

Constance Masters 

Emma K. Gardner

Patty Devlin

Renee Rose

Rollin

Starla Kaye

Sue Lyndon

OKAY ANA I’M GETTING THERE!!!!

Details Maybe to follow the THANK YOU! Devious nature of mine!

I am sending out an enormous THANK YOU to The Spank or Treat authors. Somehow little old me won a prize. A gift card to Eden Fantasy donated by Starla Kaye!

Yikes! 

However after PKs Meme, I actually believe the collective psyche of my delightful blogging friends wished me to be the recipient of a gift card to eventually manifest ‘yes’ answers and ‘experience’ of the carnal nature. Breathing after that long sentence!

Long drawn out diatribe to say, I think you manipulated this win with your thoughts……..! J

I have spoken with my dear friends to garner a bit of… ahem……advice.

PK, Sunny and Ana have offered their encouragement. ‘blush’

I haven’t decided yet…..AND I will not be giving a review Miss/Mr blogging world.

However, the next Meme may contain a yes (Celeste) where there was a no before. 

Then again……Maybe not. I am not always a rule follower!


Thanks for reading


Minelle

See That Lap Over There? I Have Been Across It.

Many of you think I am too nice to be difficult, conversely yesterday I was the epitome of the definition… feisty, in all its varied connotations.

Feisty:

* full of animation, energy, or courage; spirited; spunky; plucky:

* ill-tempered; pugnacious. Yep that last part as well!

We were attending a special event and were stressed. Our children had caused us to leave the house tense and upset with them, and each other. I am always concerned with doing the right thing, and that often makes me righteous, regarding my views.

The ride in to the event was close to an hour. During that time traffic had become congested. I started to freak about my husband’s driving. I know most of you would have wanted to boot me out of the car. I admit I was awful. He is an excellent driver, but I was edgy.

He actually said if you don’t stop I am going to put you over my knee in this car, trying to lighten the mood. I laughed trying to picture me crossing the stick shift. However his next words did crack me up. He threatened to spank me in front of all my friends…..He never would, but it cinched the deal, making us both throw our nasty moods out the window.

The afternoon nicely led into the evening where we ended up socializing with a relative and later her husband. We were partaking of some ‘Spirits’ and she brought up 50 Shades, I could tell she was intrigued. After hinting at the naughtiness of the book she expressed concern that Anastasia couldn't sit after he spanked her with the belt. 

My lips were loose and I said that it was ridiculous. I went on to express my opinion challenging hers saying it wasn’t extreme….

I know ‘shut-up’ right?

I said anyone who has played with spanking knows that wasn't so horrible. 

Her eyes opened enthusiastically. She looked between us and said ‘no way?’

“Aye.”

 I lied a bit here since we have never used an implement but it bugs me when people get upset with the mild spanking in the book.

Then I turned to my husband and he received my telepathic assent, as she smiled eagerly, anticipating more juice.

He looked up and stated, “yes really.”

She was definitely intrigued and interested.

I took a sip of my wine and changed the subject.

 Devious huh?

Good naturedly taking the hint, she spoke about another relative of ours who said their kids NEVER fought. All of us lament about our kids don’t we?

I said look at their mom and dad’s personalities both are so mild mannered, of course their children were naturally mild mannered.

Here I lead us back to the preceding discussion only I am the only one with this knowledge.

Looking at her, I explained that my kids are very loyal but definitely fight….then I looked at my husband and said, “you certainly know my feisty emotive personality… and how my husband is. We both have very strong temperaments. We are passionate, to say the least. We are social and loving but our natures have at times clashed.

She lived with me for several years so she knows I am very loving and nurturing but sometimes…… ‘excitable’

This is where I said it……

I looked across to my husband and said, “see that lap over there?" I have been across it.”

For the second time that night I shocked her, her laugh was bright and her smile was wide.

“Really?”  Leaning in she wanted more explanation.

I smiled and said “yep.” And changed the subject.

Thanks for reading.

Minelle

BTW- Everyone We have exciting news, Celeste's book Underwear Probation can be downloaded for free on Amazon today through Midnight (Pacific time) October 31. 

PK's Meme game, and my 'bucket list'

I decided to play along with PK and many others answering questions that will actually make me seem as if I am Ms. Innocent. However the object of the game is to answer ‘yes’ or ‘no. That makes this very difficult.

You see, I do not do well on STANDARDIZED TESTS. I always want to explain. ha! ha!

There are not questions like…..

Have you ever drawn a naked person sitting or standing in front of you? Explain.

Have you ever slept naked? Explain why, why not, or when.

Do you wear sexy corsets and garter belts? No explanation.

Have you ever used……? Not talking about that!

Have you ever created mischief and ran so as not to get caught? Describe what occurred.

Have you ever been spanked in the bedroom naked? No explanation.

Well you get the idea.

In answering these questions I am assuming the word ‘slept’ means having sex.

Taken a picture naked? No

Made money illegally? No

Had a one night stand? No

Been in a fist fight? Yes

Slept with your best friend? Yes

Had sex in a public place? No

Ditched work to have sex? No

Slept with a member of the same sex? No

Seen someone die? No

Ran from the police? No

Woke up somewhere and not remember how you got there? Yes

Worn your partner’s unmentionables? Yes

Fallen asleep at work? Yes

Used toys in the bedroom? 

Ran a red light? No

Been fired? Yes

Been in a car accident? Yes

Pole danced or done a striptease? No

Loved someone you shouldn't? Yes

Sang karaoke? Yes

Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes

Laughed so hard you peed your pants? Yes

Caught someone having sex? Yes

Kissed a perfect stranger? Yes

Shaved your partner? No

Given your private parts a nickname? No

Ever gone in public without underwear? No

Had sex on a roof top? No

Played chicken? No

Mooned/flashed someone? No

Do you sleep naked? No

Blacked out from drinking? Yes

Felt like killing someone? Yes

Had sex more than 5 times in one day? No

Been with someone because they were in a band? No

Taken 10 shots of liquor in a day? No

Shot a gun? No

Gone outside naked? No

I guess this could actually be used as something of an adventuress ‘Bucket list.’

Of course I think it would be a real challenge if everyone put up a list of other ‘Naughty things’ not on this list. 

Thanks for reading!

Minelle

Sorry for the strange background, I haven't a clue why it did this!

Thank You Bonnie!

I am celebrating ‘Bonnie Appreciation Day’ with many bloggers in the spanking community today.

Bonnie makes everyone feel welcome whether you are a small time blogger like me or a popular site with mega traffic.

She encourages and shares her experiences to those of us who wish to blog, creating and promoting a community, benefiting from the open minded attitudes many of us embrace.

Thanks for reading,

Minelle

A Rambling 360 Degree Week of Normal life

Spoiler alert....lots of rambling. Feel free to skip.

You know how life throws minor curve balls at times, challenging you to keep a positive mental attitude? Well this past week was one of those weeks for me. It started out perfectly fine. Last Saturday my husband and I had a lovely day. It started with playful ‘practicing’ in the early morning. Since the teens were asleep (dead to the world) it even commenced in the ‘living room.’ I notice my darling is certainly not afraid of upping the intensity now. As a matter of fact he has taken to showing his frustration a bit more forcefully. I know many of you suggested early on after sharing his comment that he wasn't afraid of hurting me, to…. watch out. Well this past week those swats were definitely different, not like a DD relationship more like ‘irritation resolved.’

I digress; we went on a great bike ride choosing a different path from our normal one. We loved the fall scenery and even ended the day with dinner at my sisters.

Now that I think about it events began the preceding week. You know I am very close to my family in spirit and proximity. A close family member of mine was in a bad accident but they are doing fine. Another member of my family was injured twice in one week at work, not doing too well. Last but not least, one car was towed and we were in a car accident as well. I feel it is irrelevant to even share the details. Frankly it doesn't really matter, the week was challenging. Whiplash and long days on my feet make healing worse- and better at the same time.

This is where the smiles become easier….I wasn't really crabby just frustrated. Friday I needed to pick up my daughter after school. Realizing I would make better use of my time if I didn't go home before picking her up, I headed to a grocery store. I was in the checkout lane gabbing away with the cashier, when my total rang up $88.88. He went into a spiel about the relevance of the number. I laughed and listened.

As I was putting away my card, he briefly walked away, and then pulled my cart to me. In the cart was a bouquet of flowers! I looked at the flowers than back up at him perplexed. He said, for your $88.88 number.

 I offered my sincere thanks.

Wow…a bit of changing Karma I thought. It is wonderful what a little sunshine can do for your day.

Several years ago we were blessed with the arrival of a nephew born with special needs. He is truly the sunshine in our lives. I thought we had it all before he was born, but the way our family rallied supportively has made us all better. Every child and teen became more intuitive and sensitive to the plight and blessings of a child who has challenges they could never imagine before he was born.

The point of all of this is that on Saturday night we were at a charity event to raise money for an organization that helps children and adults live the best life possible. I sat at a table with all my siblings and my cousin, including all the spouses and thought how blessed my life is.

Now onto this evening, my mother had a birthday today and we all came together to celebrate the milestone with lots of food laughter and love. There were probably 40 people present. What a testament to the life she and my father led to have family that enjoys being together.

Believe me when I say our life is not always a bed of roses. Life is a myriad of experiences good and often challenging. Nonetheless, I love when I am yanked back into reality by recognizing all that is good.

See.... 360, full circle.

BTW...Thank you to those of you who listened to my rambling nonsense this week..

 PK, Sunny, Ana, Bas and Rogue!

Minelle

Funny Little Bit of Silly Vanilla

Warning no spanking today!! So if you want to skip my little story I understand.

This post is a salute to Sunnygirl at aimless ramblings. I have shared a couple of crazy happenings causing laughter in my life. She suggested I share some with you.

My husband and I were out Saturday night listening to some Blues music, having a few drinks and enjoying our time together.

 Of course we reminisce about the early years, as part of our many conversations. He admitted to being scared many times. “Me too” I said.  Yet, we have been so very blessed.

Of course the conversation turned to some of the outrageous happenings we weathered…..!

We started thinking about our many vacations, and how we always seem to experience some fickle situation that appears as if we tempt fate by trying to travel as a family.

As many of you know I come from a large family, we often would plan trips and travel together with one another. The benefits outweighed any problems or conflicts. The kids always had each other for entertainment; and we could take turns enjoying a fancy dinner, while the other couple babysat.

Our Children were almost 2 and 4; we planned a vacation with my youngest sister and her husband. They hadn't had any children yet and were looking to have a wonderful happening time. We were traveling down south to New Orleans. We had family there, and were taking turns staying with them, kind of the best of both worlds. Each of us would get time in a nice hotel and time with family enabling us to manage expenses.

Everyone knew that traveling with us meant frequent stops. My children did not have large bladders. I believe we had a reputation!

We traveled each in our own cars with walkie talkies for communication. Remember this was before the unceasing use of cell phones.

Half hour out of the city….

Bathroom break number one.

Breakfast stop…..

Bathroom stop….

 Gas stop….. 

             

Bathroom stop, you get the picture.

Hey we had two small children, some of you understand.

About mid-afternoon we noticed my brother-in-law pull off the highway. Uh oh! We thought. This time it wasn't us.

However potty chair in hand we had the kiddies take advantage of said break.

The break turned out to be much longer than expected. Their car was no longer able to travel.

Oh boy!

 After we waited with 2 small bored children for at least an hour, the car was towed into the closest town.

Guess where my sister and brother-in-law ended up?

Yep! They ended up in our car. Bags stuffed into our family van. Legs bent over various travelling necessities.

I still giggle thinking about their adaptability from cool young married couple to flying down the highway with a family of four, cramped together in a van.

Conversations were fun. Disney songs anyone?? Seriously… I laugh, but everyone was a good sport.

Oh by-the-way. Our relatives had an absolutely gorgeous home FILLED with antiques. Picture this mom’s happiness when it is our turn to stay. I am sure you get the picture, chasing after an almost two year old determined to fling any shiny collectible he could get his grimy fingers around.

Fast forward to dinner and Martini’s with the relatives. Not mom here. I knew sleep would be fleeting.

My sister and brother-in-law left for the hotel- in a cab……my uncle took himself directly off to bed still standing after keeping up with my brother-in-law.

Well I needed to make a bit of warm milk for the children so hubby took the kids to the bedroom we were given for our time there. We even had our own bathroom. Our little darlings would be sleeping between us. Mom here was a bit afraid of roaches. They seemed to be everywhere. Of course it could also be that my relatives would clean up after any treatment to rid themselves of the vermin.

As I made my way back from the kitchen to the bedroom I thought I heard a strange ticking behind me. Shrugging my shivering shoulders I continued back to the bedroom.

Handing the kids their milk I heard the ticking again. Both kids drifted into never- land, heads softly lying on the pillows.

Some instinct made me look at the open door, when in flies the most gigantic tree roach I have ever seen. I shriek as the roach lands down on my daughter’s pillow, right next to her adorable cherubic face.

Hubby jumps up and starts to remove the crazed ‘flying’ roach. You all remember he is from Scotland. This crazed berserker…Yes I know the Norse history. I am just setting the scene. He is jumping, turning and pushing the tree roach out of the bedroom door. I shout…as quietly as I can “shut the door!”

Thank God for those martinis, uncle never opened an eye.

Remember the closed door? Well see…. at the bottom of the door was a bit of a cut out. Just as we were about to laugh in comic relief……In flies the roach again!

We scramble…and it flies into the bathroom. My husband shuts the door. “Now what?” Somehow we use light and chase the roach out the door.

Children safe.

Yes! We ARE city folk.

By the way I was full on warrior mom and not a gentile bone in my body was seen. Poor hubby.

So that’s it you think? Nope, next we were traveling down to the coast for a bit of beach happiness. My sister and brother-in-law joined us as well as another uncle. Now there were seven of us in a piled high van, luggage included, with 2 adorably enchanting happy toddlers. We were using the “family cottage” located mere blocks from the ocean.

My uncle was quite a character, he NEVER stopped talking. You could close your eyes and go to sleep, next you woke up the conversation began from the last word you uttered.

My uncle sat next to my son, who conversed with uncle using the time honored ‘WHY?” for every pause my uncle made in the conversation.

Arriving at the cottage, my sister and I perused the suitability of staying there. Unfortunately it had fallen into a bit if disrepair. No way were we bringing the kids in there. Not wanting to cause hurt feelings we feigned an allergic reaction…..Not quite a lie, an exaggeration!

Onward we went down the coast to find a lovely hotel.

Remember my sister and husband, young married couple? Guess how we split up the rooms? No romance for them!

We had to have a bed for the kids she said. So she and hubby shared with uncle.

That would have been fine except he forgot his unmentionables when taking a shower, my brother-in-law was elected to hand them through the bathroom door.

Men don't do that sort of thing with each other very well. I think he was traumatized. My sister of course. laughed.

We still split a gut remembering this trip.

Come to think of it we haven’t traveled alone with them ever again.

I wonder why?

Thanks for humoring me as I took a trip down memory lane.