Today is our Anniversary

Two Full Years of ups, downs, and all-arounds Together.

He makes me laugh and I give him headaches...

 to keep things interesting we switch off.  ;)

So, you ask, HOW are we celebrating this occasion??? 

Well, I have this idea in mind... 

(Art by Kami Tora)

But I also know how that would turn out...

 

(Art by Kami Tora)

AND THEN...

We would get to this part...

 

(Art by Kami Tora) 

Which is what I wanted all along. <3

Too bad he works like 20 hours today and I have commitments tonight.

Perhaps this weekend.

Happy Wednesday!

Friday Advice from Readers

So, I was thinking that it would be nice if a few times a month I did a little "reader's forum" on my blog. This would be a great opportunity to reach out to the spanking community and compare notes, maybe even help someone who is struggling in with something. If you have any ideas for group topics, please let me know.

Topic: Communication

This week I wanted to open on the topic of communication, specifically that of RESPECT. Recently my Love and I have been a terrible time communicating effectively. I was hoping that some readers out there might have some ideas as to how you can cue your partner that they are being disrespectful without setting them on the path of frustration.


A recent interaction...

Things have been stressful and we've both been a bit on edge. A few days ago, I joked with him during a phone call about 'watching TV' (of all things) and immediately he took offense. He tone changed and began to list off his defense to me on the topic.

This was about 2 minutes into our call, and while this transpired I was standing alone in a small, quiet shop. The only other person with me was the lady behind the counter who was avidly focused on me; her only costumer. I was uncomfortable continuing the call given the attention it was bound to recieve from my audience, and so I responded with, "Well... I'm gonna get off the phone."

"Please don't do that," he said.

 I said, "It sounds like you're upset"

"I am"

"Well,  why don't you get something to eat and we'll talk a bit later..."

He was not happy with this. He did not want to get off the phone. And what's more, he found me patronizing.

I had only mentioned the "eating" part because he had mentioned not having much to eat that day, and since that effects MY mood, it certainly couldn't hurt his. I did, in fact draw reference to this in the conversation a few comments later.

Later, when we had a chance to pick up our conversation privately, he told me he found my tone of voice to be demeaning. He felt that I was speaking to him as a though he was a "disobedient child." While my only intention was to politely drop the conversation until he could cool down.




Some ideas...

Stormy had posted a blog entry a few days ago that caught my attention. In it she said this:

[...] He came up to me and firmly placed both hands on either side of my shoulders. This is our code for "You are so in trouble" when we are in front of people. [...]  (Read the full post HERE)

That got me to wonder, if you can give a physical cue, couldn't we have a verbal cue to say "hey chill out" or "watch it buddy", or "you are aching for a spanking". (Yes, I mean cues for ME too!)

Now it's YOUR turn. Please share your ideas! 

What works for you?

How do you maintain respectful communication when you feel your partner has been disrespectful in some way? 

How do you tell your partner that their communication is becoming disrespectful? 

What are some other physical cues that anyone has used? (Can't hurt to have more ideas right??)

Needing a Hand

Yesterday was a bust. The day was long for both of us in different ways. We both pushed where we shouldn't have, and we both payed for it.

I don't regret standing up to him... all too often I allow him to justify the reasoning behind what he had intended to do or say, or come across. But last night I felt tired of being hurt, and sick of being apologized to. (Not that he does it all the time)

But that doesn't mean that I was nice either...



There were some saving graces. We didn't argue the whole night. He stayed longer than planned and we cuddled on the couch for a bit. But the night ended with a flare of frustration and distance between us (I'd like to thank the academy...)



So now things are at this quiet standoff. The energy between us is almost palpable, even though he is no where near me, and it feels like when it breaks... a storm will hit.

I just want to be past this.

I wish I could find a way to show him respect without feeling like it make me small, overlooked and unappreciated. I want to show him that I will always honor his position, and NOT have that feel like a dig at my pride...

I just can't seem to do it. I'm so wrapped up in how easily he can effect me, that I can't even touch the concept of how I effect him.




...I don't want him to spank me.


I don't want him to call me out on the things I said that were disrespectful, even if I was coming from a place of feeling disrespected the time. I don't want to apologize for what "at the time" felt rather justified. Well YOU were mean, so it's MY turn...

But I really don't want this  d i s t a n c e  between us.


I can't get past the stubborn side of my pride to even see how he cares about me. One misstep and I close up. Admittedly, it feels like more than a "whoops" when he does something like that without thought to my feelings... but I can't even climb over this wall, let alone tear it down. I am well hidden behind my castle, completely impenetrable.

I don't want this.

He doesn't deserve this.

We neeed to fix this.



I need one of those awful, stupid, uncalled for, totally deserving spankings. (sigh)

Beach Bum - Part 2

Our Story begins HERE.

The Story Continues...


Having carefully checked that there were no other on-lookers, she swooped her arm over her chest and covered her exposed front as she stood up in the shallow water...

 (Photo Credit www.daniellelisle.com)

Hesitating, she stared at the man on the beach, hoping he  wasn't about to spring up and watch her. After a moment of stillness, she hurriedly galloped toward the shore, lifting her feet through the water as she went. Trying to move as silently as she could manage.

Her eyes were glued to the man as she struggled to reach her destination unnoticed. Was that a smirk, she mused. Is he watching me?

Reaching the sand, she raced for cover behind the large rocks that hid her clothing...

 (Photo Credit www.nakedspirit.com)

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It had been an interesting morning to say the least... Having taken his first "day off" in a very long time. He woke up earlier than he had intended, but decided to take advantage of the quiet morning and headed down to the beach for a morning swim. 

When he arrived at the beach, he noticed that someone was out in the water already. Quietly he spread his towel out and prepared to strip out of his jeans and join the early-dipper. As he stood up and faced the water, he noticed something he hadn't... she was naked. 

Looking down at his towel, he decided to stay on the shore. He was at a public beach after all, if she didn't want someone to see her, she should have stripped somewhere else, he thought to himself.

Stretching out on his back, he kicked off his sandals and relaxed his head back onto his hands. I'll be nice enough and keep my distance...

(Photo Credit www.fitness-mag.de)

Resting quietly as the sun rose over the water he suddenly heard a startled splash in the water.

Cracking his eyes open to peak, he noticed the woman standing, staring directly at him, covering her naked body with her arms. Stifling a grin he did his best to remain still as the young woman did an awkward danced toward the shore. He couldn't help but admire her figure as she drew closer to him. 

She wasn't the over-skinny, shaped-like-a-teenage-boy type he normally saw out at the beach, and he could tell that she wasn't full of tummy-tucks and plastic enhancements either. She jiggled a bit as she ran, and he liked that. Her belly dipped in at the sides for in an hour-glass silhouette, and she had nice, solid legs. She had plenty of curves, and all in the right places. 

Just as he was enjoying the view of her, she ducked behind a large rock on outside edge of the beach shore. Laying his head back down, he decided to wait for her to emerge again before he said or did anything else to startle her.

Laying there, he couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as his mind replayed the scene he had just observed.

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Hiding behind the rock, she did her best to pull on her elastic workout shorts. It felt like stretching a rubber-band over sandpaper. 

"Oh god," she wined under her breath, "why did I ever decide to do something so stupid? And what the heck is he doing here ANYway?! The beach doesn't officially open till ten!"

 (Photo Credit www.goodfon.com)

After struggling with her bottoms, she tangled her arms into the sports bra that managed to feel two sizes too small, and finally got herself covered. Panting for a moment behind the rock she picked up the rest of her clothes and shoes, placed them in a pile, and crawled to the edge of the rock so she could peek out at the shore.

Her "company" was still relaxing on his towel. He didn't look like he moved since she noticed him the first time. He was just laying there, arms up behind his head, smiling. He must be enjoying the warmth of the sunrise, she thought. I'm so paranoid.

Now that she had a minute to study him, she noticed just how handsome he was. She couldn't tell how tall he might be laying down, but his body was in nice condition. He wasn't built like the extreme-ripped muscle heads that she often saw playing volleyball at the beach, but he had a strength about his shoulders and arms that told her he had more muscle there than someone might notice at first glace.

She could see that he had a little bit of hair across his chest, and that his stomach had a nice tone to it. His hair was a lighter shade of brown than she normally cared for, but it suited him. His gentile smile made him look approachable, and she wished that she hadn't met him quite in this fashion.

"Oh well," she sighed, "I guess I should find a way to sneak out of here."

Looking around, it became clear that her only real option of sneaking out undetected was to follow the rocks further up toward the bank and emerge above the beach shore. Careful to keep herself hidden as she made her way up the bank, she began to climb.

Reaching the last rock she peeked down to the beach and saw a starling sight.

He was gone.

His towel was where he left it, and his sandals... and his pants? Well, where was he?! She craned herself further out from behind the rock, half crawling and half propped on rock, to spy his location. He was IN the water?? She stepped out from behind the rock. Oh man! Why didn't I stay in the water?!

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Waiting for her to emerge, he listened for any sound that would indicate she was coming out. After what felt like 20 minutes, he sat up and looked around. She wasn't visible anywhere, not that he expected she would TRY to be, but he started to wonder if she had somehow left without him noticing.

Standing up, he glanced over by the rocks and noticed a shuffle of color moving toward the bank area above the beach.

Oh well, he shrugged, if she wants to save face I guess I can't blame her.

 

(Photo Credit www.flickriver.com)

Dropping his pants, he walked down to the waves. Wading into the cool water, he turned to face the beach. As the water reached to his ribs, he spotted her looking around at the beach. Watching her emerge he waved a friendly "hello". 

With a surprised jump at his gesture, she threw him a wave and quickly turned to walked off with shoes in her hands. Awkwardly she played with her wet hair and glanced back until she was no longer in sight.

I have got to make more time to come to the beach, he thought.

MORE to Come... Things will HEAT up. I Promise. ;)

Beach Bum

She was running near the beach.

The morning was humid and quickly becoming warmer as the sun began to rise over the horizon, but she pushed against the heat. Her muscles were tired and she wasn't feeling the workout, but the importance of her results kept her moving.

"Just one more quarter mile," she told herself, "I'll take the short route today if I can just push that much further..."

Reaching her goal mark she stumbled into a panting walk, willing herself not to lay on the ground and stop all together. As her pulse lowered she gazed out at the water. No one was out yet this morning. She knew that within a few hours the sand would be crowded with families of small children and mothers enjoying a reprieve from the summer heat... but for now the water was still and the air somewhat quiet.

In the distance she could hear the faint buzz of the highway, and above her birds were greeting one another in flight and song...

Alright, she thought, time to cool my feet.

 

(Photo from www.jasonkitcat.com)

Leaving the dirt clad path of near the trees she walked toward the water. Stripping her t-shirt she felt the breeze graze across her bare stomach. She stripped off her shoes and strolled into the water. It was an amazing chill against the heat of her body and the heat of the sun.

"I have GOT to make more time to come to the beach," she sighed. Smiling, eyes closed, as she enjoyed the sensation of her feet in the water.

*          *          *          *          *

It was a week before she found the time to visit the beach again.

Work had been exceptionally crazy, as well as her family demands, and as she set out on her morning run she was happy to discover that the humidity was not as heavy as the week prior. She was also glowing from her recent 'step' on the scale (down a whole 10 pounds!) and she found that her step was light and energetic as she carried herself along.

Coming along the path where she could hear the water lap against the sand, she smiled.

After I do my FULL run this morning, she laughed to herself, I am gonna take a well deserved DIP in that chilly water!

Full of new-found inspiration, she finished her jog in record time and walked joyfully back to the beach. Slipping off her shoes she strolled along the water's edge, teasing her toes, until she came to the larger boulders at the end of the Public Area. Checking to see that she was alone, she slipped off her workout gear, folded her items neatly and tucked them next to the rock. Glancing about once again, she quickly tip-toed into the water until she could sit on the sand with the water lapping about her collarbone.

She sighed with glee at the refreshing feel of the cool water against her body, and grinned like a small child over her adventurous decision to skinny-dip. She watched the warm pinkish sunlight become a bright beam of white gold as rose into full-sunrise, and taking a deep sigh she tucked her hands under her bottom. Lifting her body out in front of her, she laid her head back into the water and let her body float up to the surface of the water.

(Photo from www.hotandsexygirlz.com)

Spreading her arms out to the side, she closed her eyes and enjoyed her float. Then, resigned to the fact that the beach would not remain hers forever, she flipped over and began crawling in on her hands, body trailing behind her in a buoyant float.

She had drifted out a bit, though not very far, and she could feel the water grow ever so slightly warmer as she reached the shallow slope of the beach. Focusing out at the beach, she prepared to hop to her knees and sprint for her clothes when she spotted him.

Only yards away, a man was laying on the beach. He wasn't facing her, in fact he was on his back, eyes closed. But it wouldn't take much for him to open his eyes and see her as she attempted to emerge from the water.

Who goes to the beach at 7am? She thought.

All she could tell from her distance was that he was wearing blue jeans, no shoes, and no sunglasses. He had brought a beach towel that he was now resting on, and his hair was some shade of light brown.

Watching him, her initial fear of having been discovered was slowly replaced by the stupidity she felt for sitting in the water while he clearly wasn't paying any attention to her. He's probably asleep, she thought to herself, its been like 10 minutes and he hasn't so much as shifted.

Bracing herself, she made the decision to stand up, cover her bits, and exit the water as quickly as possible without running and splashing about. Taking a breath she stood up and blocked herself...

(Story to Be Continued....)

I know, I am super mean. But you're having fun too, right? Thought so! Stay tuned!

HOT Summer Days

It has been an interesting summer of humid heat and lots of rain. I have been craving a day at the beach for weeks... between the crazy HOT weather, my current lack of central air, and my even crazier work schedule I have been BURNING, but haven't made it to the beach yet. But I hope to soon!

It would be nice to cool off a bit...

...and maybe "heat" things up a bit too! I've been wanting a good TAN.  ;)

Beach Story coming soon, I can feel it.

**Photo is not owned or copyrighted by blog author, it was found in a websearch and can be removed if legal issues arise**

From a Shy Blush...

I don't even remember how it started, all I remember is my waist draped over his leg and my bottom receiving some well-need attention...

His hands were incredibly attentive to the "bottom at hand" and very quickly the sting started to build as he slapped my exposed behind. My underwear was still on, but the lower cheeks of my bottom had little protection against the force of his open palm.

As my bottom started to REALLY heat up,  I began to worry that he might only spank me... but as my breath became a pant, he rubbed my swollen bits. He ran his hands over my sore little bum, circled my thigh and skimmed the line of my underwear... I could have screamed with pleasure-filled -frustration!

He began spanking again.

...Now I was heating up in a whole different way...

He began to trade off a few harder slaps with some sensuous body-tracing. I could feel my need growing between every teasing touch and painful slap. The balance of it placed me perfectly on edge.

Then he brushed over me...

...my nerves quivered at his touch and I widened my legs for him.

He began to tease me with the tips of his fingers... trading off between slaps to my bottom and soft caresses to my tender bits. I was encased in ecstasy. I could have stayed in that moment for an eternity, and as I moaned with joy I hoped like mad he would keep me there...

I felt his hands begin to pull at my underwear... and I lifted my hips to help him strip me.

And I was exposed to him.

I had forgotten until that moment just how "open" nudity felt when bent over his knee....

 ...my bottom was upturned and my legs spread wide to give him access. I felt clean and smooth, being that open.

And his hand came down on my pink, sore bottom once again.

All exposed and bare, quivering with anticipation, willing and upturned... what a mean trick! I held myself open to him, willing him to take me to that edge of pleasure. Please, please, PLEASE taunt me with touch! But with new, pale flesh exposed, he took delight in matching the blush I had gained on my lower cheeks over the entirety of my bottom.

I finally shifted my thighs closed and raised my bottom to his hand. Hoping that he might catch the sweet spot of my sitting place - one sweep of a spank covering the fold of my seat with the lower swell of my cheeks. If only I could bottle that perfect place.



And after much attention to my hot little bum, he turned his attentions to my other sweet spot...


I spread for him and lifted my little bottom to the ceiling, I purring in little moans while he teased and rubbed me. His finger slipped inside me and I began to feel a different struggle of sensation between pain and pleasure. I lifted myself, raising my bottom higher and higher, willing him to tease me and take me.

He rewarded me with the gentile touch of his fingers... I moaned and pleaded in pleasure. Climbing off his lap and further onto the bed, I laid myself before him and asked for his mouth.


He kissed me with a passion that brought me over the edge... and he held me, naked, beside him.

I felt so very loved.  <3