Head Games

"Head Games" is one of my favorite songs by Foreigner. And of course, it made me think of spanking because we all know that tops play head games. So here is the spankified version. Enjoy. :-)

Head Games

Daylight, alright

I don't know, I don't know if it's real

Been a long night, no sitting in sight

You kept spanking me, spanking me 'til I squealed

No time ever seems right

To make my point when your top logic's in sight

It's high time to draw the line

Put an end to this game before it's too late

Head games, it's you and me baby

Head games, and I can't take it anymore

Head games, I don't wanna play the

Head games

I daydream for hours it seems

I keep thinkin' of you, yeah, thinkin' of you

These spanking dreams, what do they mean?

They keep haunting me, are they warning me?

Daylight turns into night

I kick and plead while I feel the strap's bite

Excuses always the same and you say I'm to blame

I hear what you're sayin', still we keep on playin'

Head games, that's all I get from you

Head games, and I can't take it anymore

Head games, don't wanna play the 

Head games

Now that my bottom has paid

We hold each other close, this is where I wanna stay

It's so clear, "I'm sorry," I say

But if you wanna win you gotta learn how to play

Head games, always you and me, baby

Head games, 'til I can't take it anymore

Head games, even when you're spanking me

Head games, ooh

Head games, always you and me, baby

Head games, 'til I can't take it anymore, no more

Head games, even when you're spanking me, we play

Head games

Head games, in the first degree

Head games, yeah, always you and me

Head games, why do you do it baby?

Head games

New Addition To The Toybag

I'm worried that whatever I may write is going to pale in comparison to the popularity of my last post, but I'll soldier on. I've never had so many comments before, I guess we all LOVE cursing! Lol. That makes me happy. I hope that soon enough tops everywhere will accept my point of view on the matter.

I've shared before about how I really don't like having to ask for a spanking. I don't really like having to say much at all, actually. I find lines of questioning while OTK to be very annoying and distracting and I'm really not purposely being sassy when I don't give answers. It is just hard to focus. I'm just not made to answer questions under duress. I think if you look up "under duress" in the dictionary, you'll find a picture of someone OTK, because that really does define it. Duress- noun- 1. forcible restraint or restriction 2. compulsion by threat, specifically unlawful constraint. Synonyms- arm-twisting, coercion, compulsion, constraint, force, pressure. Hmm, sound familiar?

Having to answer questions and interact with the top forces me to stay in the moment and does fit in with my headspace sometimes. But that makes it no less annoying and distracting. Lol. I took off on a train of thought there but back to my story. I don't like asking for a spanking. I'm terrible at initiating things with people at parties, but even at home with my own husband. He's a man though (no offense, male readers) and sometimes the subtlety of walking past him in the room in nothing but a thong just isn't enough to get the point across. This led to a conversation between J and I the other day.

Me- "I'm hungry. Do you want to go out and get something to eat?"
J- "Yeah, that sounds good. Where do you want to go?"
Me- "I don't know. Why don't you spank me and then we can go get dinner after?"

OTK Leather Looped Strap from Cane-Iac

Then I walked away so I could possibly play it off as a joke and not get frustrated if he didn't want to do it. Well I didn't need to worry, he got off his computer and followed me into the bedroom. "And what exactly have you done that you need to be spanked for?" J asked. "Nothing," I shrugged, "but we do have a new toy to try out." I pulled out from under the bed one of our recent purchases from Cane-Iac, pictured at the right. It's the OTK Leather Looped Strap in the color russet. This was actually my first purchase from Cane-Iac but I've played with other people's toys from there and always hear such great things too. Good quality stuff and affordable pricing. The other night I was browsing and created myself a really long wish list. :-) I actually emailed a link of a burgundy colored strap to J and all the subject read was "Valentine's Day." Subtle enough?

This strap is sort of like a doubled over belt/strap like thingy. This is a great review, I know. Lol. Belts and straps are implements I have a love/hate relationship with. They don't have to be horrible but they certainly can be, depending on how they are wielded and by whom. This one is a little over an inch wide and about 12 inches long total. I'm not sure about thickness, but it can pack a punch. I laid down on the bed and J started out spanking me with his hand over my panties. Then he switched to the strap. I prefer sting to thud in general and found that this seemed to fall in between the two. It is advertised as being good for OTK but we didn't use it in that position yet. Because of it's size though I'm sure it would be quite effective.

J pulled down my panties and spanked me a bit longer with his hand and then switched to the strap again. I never think that my panties give me any protection until they actually come down and I feel the difference. Why I go through that in my head for each and every spanking, I have no idea. The strap stung a lot more on my bare bottom and can really pack a wallop without a lot of force behind it. I don't think he was using it too hard but it certainly left an impression. Since this was more in the realm of a "good girl spanking" it didn't need to be used hard anyway. Because of it's smaller size, it also is able to really get into every spot on my bottom including the damn sit spots. Remember- thinner leather pieces can be much worse than wider ones because of that. After I was quite pink, the spanking concluded. I even got a few pics of myself to estimate the damage and it was quite efficient. Not going to post them here though, sorry, I'm a tease. ;-)

So the final review: Cane-Iac has a new fan. I'll certainly be purchasing more from there. Maybe even that burgundy strap for Valentine's Day. The OTK Leather Looped Strap falls in the middle of the sting/thud scale in my opinion, can pack a wallop depending on how it's used, is very portable in size, and is quite an efficient implement. I'm happy with it. What did we do after the spanking? Well we went to dinner, of course. What else? Haven't you been following along?

The Health Benefits Of Cursing

Warning- This post contains language that may not be suitable for all readers. If this describes you, kindly fuck off. :-D

There should be no x over this because cursing is wonderful.

Oh the misguided search results this post is going to cause... Lol. I love to curse. I really do. It just works so well in almost any given situation. It is a wonderful way to express yourself. Whether it is to express happiness, like "That's fucking awesome!" or extreme annoyance, like "What a fucking asshole!" Of course, I can restrain myself when necessary if I know that it truly bothers people or I'm in a church or something. Haha. But that's not very fun. I always enjoy myself when I'm around others where no editing is necessary, especially when I want to rant about something. The cursing definitely becomes more prominent when I'm stressed or upset about something. When the first thing I say when I get home is "You won't fucking believe this fucking asshole I had to talk to at work today!" my husband knows it hasn't been a good day.

Now, I am not a doctor or anything, but this is my personal opinion on some of the health benefits of cursing.

- Cursing relieves stress. Don't you feel better after you've been able to vent to someone about all the things that have been bugging you? Doing so while peppering the conversation with expletives works even better! It's like pushing on a valve to release a bit of the stress inside you each time you do it, keeping you from EXPLODING!

-Cursing can help lower your blood pressure. This is all purely independent research, but I actually took my blood pressure at work various times throughout the week and found that it was lower after I'd cursed a lot. Seriously! See relieving stress above, it's all related.

-Cursing can help alleviate pain. Now you all perked up, didn't you? I found the following in this online article. A recent study published in NeuroReport found that participants who immersed their hands in icy water and were allowed to shout expletives experienced significantly less prickly, numbing pain than when they repeated neutral words. Researchers speculate that cursing activates the stress response, boosting the body's pain threshold to deal with crisis. Pretty sweet, huh?

-Cursing adds to an overall sense of wellness. Well you aren't feeling stressed anymore, you have good blood pressure, and you're able to take one hell of a spanking! How could you not feel better after all of that? Cursing is kind of like road rage. You don't have to pull out the big guns, but a bit of muttering under your breath will make you feel better, one f bomb at a time.

Ah, the things you can buy in NYC.

Now I hope any tops out there that are reading this can see the logic in my points and ignore the usual "top logic." Many tops find cursing one of the top things on their list of spankable offenses. Yes, I'm speaking from experience. I've been spanked for cursing on more than one occasion, even had my mouth washed out with soap. Blech. But I still have hope that one day tops will see the error of their ways and realize that cursing is a really beneficial thing. It can even be used for a top's benefit in the way of giving feedback in a scene. "Shit, that hurts!" is letting you know that you're doing a good job!

The following is content I had in one of those forwarded emails you see again and again, and really cracks me up.

Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language today is the word "fuck". It is the one magical word which, just by its sound, can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate.
In language, "fuck" falls into many grammatical categories.

• It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John).
• It can be an action verb (John really gives a fuck), a passive verb (Mary really doesn't give a fuck), an adverb (Mary is fucking interested in John), or as a noun (Mary is a terrific fuck).
• It can also be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful) or an interjection (Fuck! I'm late for my date with Mary). 
• It can even be used as a conjunction (Mary is easy, fuck she's also stupid). 

As you can see, there are very few words with the overall versatility of the word "fuck".  Aside from its sexual connotations, this incredible word can be used to describe many situations...

Greetings   "How the fuck are ya?"
Fraud       "I got fucked by the car dealer."
Resignation "Oh, fuck it!"
Trouble     "I guess I'm fucked now."
Aggression  "FUCK YOU!"
Disgust     "Fuck me."
Confusion   "What the fuck.......?"
Difficulty  "I don't understand this fucking business!"
Despair     "Fucked again..."
Pleasure    "I fucking couldn't be happier."

Displeasure "What the fuck is going on here?"

Lost        "Where the fuck are we."
Disbelief   "UNFUCKING BELIEVABLE!"
Retaliation "Up your fucking ass!"
Denial      "I didn't fucking do it."
Perplexity  "I know fuck all about it."
Apathy      "Who really gives a fuck, anyhow?"
Greetings   "How the fuck are ya?"
Suspicion   "Who the fuck are you?"
Panic       "Let's get the fuck out of here."
Directions  "Fuck off."
Disbelief   "How the fuck did you do that?"

It can be used in an anatomical description- "He's a fucking asshole."

It can be used to tell time- "It's five fucking thirty."

It can be used in business- "How did I wind up with this fucking job?"
It can be maternal- "Mother fucker."
It can be political- "Fuck Dan Quayle!"

 It has also been used by many notable people throughout history...

"What the fuck was that?"
- Mayor of Hiroshima

"Where the fuck is all this water coming from?"
- Captain of the Titanic

"That's not a real fucking gun."
- John Lennon

"Who's gonna fucking find out?"
- Richard Nixon

"Heads are going to fucking roll."
- Anne Boleyn

"Let the fucking woman drive."
- Commander of Space Shuttle

"What fucking map?"
- "Challenger," Mark Thatcher

"Any fucking idiot could understand that."
- Albert Einstein

"It does so fucking look like her!"
- Picasso

"How the fuck did you work that out?"
- Pythagoras

"You want what on the fucking ceiling?"
- Michaelangelo

"Fuck a duck."
- Walt Disney

"Why?- Because its fucking there!"
- Edmund Hilary

"I don't suppose its gonna fucking rain?"
- Joan of Arc

"Scattered fucking showers my ass."
- Noah

"I need this parade like I need a fucking hole in my head."
- John F. Kennedy

More delighful things sold in NYC.

So there you have it. Curse away and enjoy yourself. There are plenty of good reasons to do so. I hope we've all learned something today. And if anybody forwards this post to any tops we know who hate cursing, I may have to fucking kill you. :-D

Privacy: Knowing So Much, Yet So Little

Privacy is always a big topic. When I was brand new to the online world of adult spanking, I was encouraged to make a scene name rather than use my real name. Also to not divulge many personal details about things like my job, my family, my location. I still think that this is good advice, though it may seem that I've thrown some of it out the window. Many who regularly read this blog have heard about my husband, what state I live in, and what my profession is. I don't think I'm interesting enough to have a stalker, but if I did there certainly aren't enough specific details for someone to locate me from any of that. Privacy can be a fine line though.

I never considered myself to be an overly paranoid person, but one does have to be careful. Especially online when really anyone could be behind the keyboard. It seems that those who truly do have questionable motives or are predators tend to get naturally weeded out, though. They run their game on so many people that word gets around and everyone learns what to watch for and who to avoid. But in the online world, they can always just create a new fake persona and start all over again. Somebody must be falling for it or they all would've faded away by now, right? The big upside to the internet age is that so many of us with this kink can so easily connect and know that we aren't alone. There are groups and forums for discussion and blogs like this one where we can read and interact and learn. But at the same time, the downside seems to be that we can so easily connect. You don't always know who you are really talking to. Discretion has to come into play.

When discovering the spanking world, I was amazed by all the people who were out there who thought the same way I did. Finding a group to chat with about these things was incredible. When you are sharing such deep thoughts and desires that you have kept secret for so many years, it almost seems silly to worry about someone knowing something like your first name. On this very blog, so many of you have followed along with my ups and downs and innermost feelings. Yet we could pass each other on the street and not know who the other was. Isn't that a bit strange? I don't disagree with keeping certain things private, because sadly it can be necessary. People worry about being outed and losing their jobs or their spouse finding out or whatever. Everyone has their own reasons.

Those of us who have been around for a while have formed many friendships. Many of these do cross over the line of "scene friend" into our everyday lives. I'm happy to have made all the friends that I have, whether I know them online only or we've met many times and played. Even if I haven't met someone in person, they are no less a friend. But the ones that have crossed over into my every day life took time. Would you sit down with a stranger at the mall and automatically tell them where you live and work? Of course not. The same goes for online interactions. Anybody who is trustworthy and a friend won't push you for details. It was years into friendship before I had a few people come to visit and welcomed them in my home. Even just last month, I actually had to ask someone who I've talked to nearly daily for the past two years, "hey what's your last name so I can send you a package for Christmas?" I felt a bit ridiculous even having to ask and we both had a laugh over it. But that's just how it is sometimes.

I had concerns about privacy when I started this blog. Not just for my own, but for those I play with and what details I share. Discretion is needed there, too. There are many things I don't share and information I leave out that is personal. If there's a certain scene I have that I'm thinking of writing about, I will always ask the other person involved if they mind if I write about it and even if they have a preference of how I refer to them. I often just use initials or their scene name, but I always ask. Even the top I lovingly refer to as "Mr. Grumpypants" was well aware I was going to share his new nickname. Lol. I'll often email the link to the blog post I write to the person so they can read it. If there was ever a problem with something I wrote, I'd edit or remove it. These are all things I think about because I'd hate for someone to feel like I'd crossed a line. The first party I ever attended after starting this blog, I thought about jokingly carrying a disclaimer in my pocket and asking them to sign it after our scene, agreeing that it was okay for me to share what had happened. Never did do that though. Lol.

To anyone new to all this, I'd recommend to just use common sense. Go slow. Get to know someone fairly well before getting into more personal, especially vanilla, subjects. If someone chooses to share a lot of personal info with you early on, that is their choice. You don't have to reciprocate. If anyone does push for personal information early on, beware. You aren't obligated to tell anyone anything. If people pressure you to send a picture of yourself to prove that you are real, tell them to take a hike. If the time comes to exchange phone numbers, you can even protect your privacy there, too. Go look up Google Voice. You get to pick a phone number and it forwards calls and texts to that number to your real number. And it's a completely free service. If you have run into some assholes along the way, try not to get discouraged. There are a lot of good people out there in the spanking world and they are worth the time in getting to know. I've found that the friendships built over time are the ones that will blossom the most.

Silenced

This isn't a story about being tied up and gagged, sorry. Nothing quite so interesting. I've had the cold from Hell for a while now. I'd say I've been sick off and on since November. It kind of comes and goes in various stages but this past few weeks it got bad again. Cold medicine is doing nothing, aside from making me rant about the costs of cold medicine. Seriously, have you purchased some lately? Sheesh. Anyway, on Friday I hit the point of nearly losing my voice. I could still talk a little but it was really hoarse. A secretary with no voice is kind of a problem. People couldn't understand me so I had to keep transferring calls to the other person in the office to repeat what I'd said to everyone. Really annoying and not too efficient. On Saturday, I couldn't even talk as much as the day before. My voice is completely gone at this point. It's a good thing nobody has attempted to call me, I'm more of a texter anyway. I've made it through the day by whispering. That was a lot of fun at Midas, whispering to the guy trying to explain what was wrong with my car.

I'm sure tops everywhere are rejoicing. A silent Lea? No way!! Yes, it's true. But all of you aren't here to witness it for yourselves so you'll just have to take my word for it. What does all this have to do with spanking? I'm getting to that. On Friday night, J came into the bedroom while I was on my computer. He asked me something and I attempted to answer and he said "you sound horrible." Yes I know, thanks. He went back to what he was doing but came back a while later. "It's time for your spanking," he said. "Whatever for?" I asked. It wasn't the time for when we do maintenance yet and there certainly weren't any other pending offenses that we were addressing that I was aware of. "Because you're sick and you shouldn't be getting sick," he said. Seriously? Seriously??? Top logic at it's finest. The way they just pull reasons out of their a... Anyway, that was apparently the reason.

For once, spanking was just about the last thing on my mind with how crappy I've been feeling lately. But after rolling my eyes a few times and muttering to myself, (what else could I do, I could hardly talk) I complied. I was ready to go to bed before I was so rudely interrupted so I was in a t-shirt and pajama pants. Someone's ears probably perked up there. What is the fixation with pajama spanking amongst spankos anyway? But I digress... He bent me over the bed and went to retrieve the leather paddle. I wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing yet. That can be my favorite implement when it's used nicely, but that is if it's being used nicely.

He started to spank me with his hand over my pajama pants while he told me that I shouldn't be getting sick. <insert eye roll here> He switched back and forth between his hand and the leather paddle. At that point, I judged that it was being used semi-nicely. It wasn't too long into it before he yanked down my pajama pants and panties and had me lie facedown on the bed. He continued to spank me with his hand and then would switch to the paddle. What I quickly found really frustrating was not being able to talk! Over the years I've developed into a more vocal spankee. I don't totally scream or anything (usually, lol) but being prevented from voicing my oww's and aah's was really annoying! We just had to work with purely body language since my whispered oww's couldn't really be heard over the swats anyway.

Can you imagine how ridiculous this was? It would be like watching a silent spanking movie. I don't think it would be a top seller. As the intensity of the spanking increased, I kicked my legs and tried to move from side to side but J placed his free arm across my back to try to keep me in position. The paddle wasn't being used as nicely at this point and my bottom was really stinging. The plus side of having no voice is that it reduced the usual amount of responses required on my part. But I'd still rather have a voice. When I was sufficiently pink, he finally eased up and the spanking concluded. He rubbed my bottom for a minute and told me to feel better. Yeah, I'll get right on that. Lol. The spanking had actually gotten rid of my headache so that was nice. He held me for a while as I coughed into my pillow. Real romantic moment. Haha.

As a side note, if anyone has a cure for hoarseness please let me know! I googled it and the info I found said not to use decongestants because it's hard on the vocal chords and also not to whisper, which is apparently harder on you than just talking. So pretty much everything I've been doing. Great. Rest and fluids, I can do that. I think I'll go back to bed now, actually. I hope we have all learned something about the pros and cons of being spanked while sick.

The Mirror

Found at The Pink Papers

The mirror can be unforgiving

Her reflection illuminates her flaws

Her skin too dry

Her teeth too big

Her hair too short

Her skin too pale

But not today

She runs her fingers across her welted bottom

And a smile overcomes her lips

She likes what she sees

Bears And Tops, Part 2

I discovered a fun website tonight called Wordle. It generates word clouds from text that you enter in or in my case, a blog address. Here's the Wordle for Lea's Corner based on the words it picked up the most. The bigger the word, the more it was used. Pretty cool. Tomatoes made the list in the top left which made me laugh. I also liked how vanilla is in white and spanking is in red and that was at random. :-)

Alright, back to the subject at hand. In a previous post, I made a comparison about bears and tops. I was chatting with a friend recently and the subject of Star Wars came up. Chewbacca is bear-ish looking, don't you think? He's always groaning about something and I can never understand him. Seems like a top to me.

He's also not easily persuaded and knows how to take matters into his own hands. And he's fuzzy and could probably give a good hug if he wanted to.

Does anyone remember the game SkiFree? Back in the Windows 95 days it was part of the game pack that was included with practically every new computer, along with Taipei and Solitaire. The premise of it is you control this little skiier guy, navigating yourself through several courses and trying to make jumps, avoid hitting trees, dogs, and the occasional snowboarder. You'd gain points for doing tricks and for not falling down.





The thing that was really frustrating with this game is that it was apparently unwinnable. Once you got to a certain point in the course, this bear/snowmonster dude would appear and eat you. (You knew I was going to get to the top comparison eventually.) Every freaking time. I can't even tell you how many times I used to play this game thinking I'd be able to make it to the end and win but no, here comes the bear and you are dead again. What's that quote? Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Damn Skifree.

 

It kind of reminds me of something else...

Adventures In Topping

Yes, you read it here first. I had my first topping experience. Okay, so maybe it involved a pillow and not a person. Lol. I got a cane for Christmas. I know, Santa must've thought that I'm very badly behaved compared to reality. It's the Master's Choice Jr. rattan cane from Cane-iac. I've had a few caning experiences this past year and wanted to add one to my personal collection. J and I haven't used a cane before so a product review and story will have to come later on that. The advice I kept getting from people was to be really careful not to wrap, aim very carefully, and practice beating a pillow.

Well that sounded kind of fun. I never get to be the one beating anything, after all. The cane came and I decided to try to get a feel for it. It seems very flexible (aka stingy) and makes that hair-raising swishing sound in the air. But it wasn't being aimed at me this time making the swishiness much less scary. Not scary at all, really. I'm left handed but other than handwriting, I do pretty much everything right handed. Who wants to be the kid who has to look weird playing baseball in school by facing the opposite direction of what everyone else is doing? So I've always learned to do most things right handed. I couldn't quite get a handle on whether to hold the cane with my left hand or right hand. Not that I had to worry about the pillow sustaining too much damage. Lol. I ended up hitting it a few times on either side of it, interchanging hands. It was kind of fun. I can see how some tops get on a power trip. I mean.. err.. they are all lovely caring people.

I know what you're thinking. Did I really come over here just to read about a pillow being caned? Well of course not. There were real spankings to be had. I had been sulking about not getting spanked on Christmas last week so I was quite overdue. With the Christmas theme in mind, I had some new things to wear for J, topped off by a Santa hat. He bent me over the bed and spanked me with his hand. There was some belated discussion as to whether I've been naughty or nice. (Is that still really in question?) The decided answer was I've been both so it started out with the "good" spanking. In addition to his hand, I got several strokes with the heart crop. That is on the lighter end of our implements. Then I was sufficiently warmed up with the hairbrush.

Yes, the hairbrush was in the "good" spanking part. And not for the first time. Seems a bit contradictory, doesn't it? Once my bottom was good and stinging, I laid across the bed for the leather strap. Have I mentioned how much I hate that one? This would be the "naughty" spanking portion of the evening. This served as my reminder to behave because naughty girls get spanked. But it seems good girls get spanked too. Quite a quandary. I have a really hard time staying in place for a strapping. I don't know why I think attempting to wriggle from side to side is going to dissipate the pain. Same goes for moving my feet when I'm in a standing position being spanked. It's just a mental thing I guess. Well it doesn't help and it can cause wrapping when it hits me and I've moved. Oww. He interchanged a bit between the strap and the hairbrush and when I was sufficiently reddened, the spanking concluded and we moved on to... other things.

I actually got a gift from a co-worker for Christmas who has no idea how useful it'll be OTK. Or probably what OTK even stands for. Lol. I always complain of being cold (Mr. G can roll his eyes now if he's reading) and so she got me a bunch of socks. Warm fuzzy socks in various colors. One pair is the no-slip kind with the little nubby things on the bottom. Mine have toes though, because what's the point of socks with no toes? It's like fingerless gloves. Why?? Anyway, when I saw those I thought that'd be perfect for when I'm spanked! Some shorter spankees may not experience this problem, but my feet are almost always touching the ground if I'm over someone's knee. And socked feet on carpet get slippery. Problem solved!

In other news, I was chosen as January's blog of the month by The Spanking Bloggers Network! Thanks to all who voted for me and to all of you out there for reading! In addition to that, I was also featured in a post this week on Spanking Sites Unlimited. I really appreciate all the support out here in the spanking community and our little corner of the blogosphere. I'll strive to keep it interesting and sarcastic. Who am I kidding? Mostly sarcastic. ;-)

I Resolve To Do Nothing, Really

A FetLife find that made me laugh

Happy New Year everyone! You won't be seeing a post full of serious resolutions here because all that stuff usually turns out to be crap, for me anyway. If I really have a goal to do something then I will make it happen, regardless of what month it happens to be. I suppose I could make silly resolutions such as these:

- Strive to tell at least one top per day how mean he/she is. (I pretty much do this already, hehe.)
- Perfect my Sad Face so that tops have greater sympathy for me.
- Avoid all plastic/rubber/metal implements.
- Never say never. I've learned my limits and comfort levels are constantly changing.
- Keep away from tomatoes. Now that's a food resolution I can keep. Pizza is an exception.
- Increase my tolerance level, if that's possible.
- Navigate the spanking world further and hopefully meet some new people.
- Get more spankings. Should be easy enough, right?

Now that's an even eight, though the tomatoes thing is not at all spanking related. Oh well. If I get my spanking trips in this year, spend time with good friends and family, and stay moderately healthy, I suppose 2012 will be alright. Oh, except for that whole world ending on December 21 thing. Hmm...

Happy New Year, friends! May it be equal to or greater than your last, depending on how your last one went. ;-)