Tuesday, December 31, 2013

A Happy New Year from 'N Sync

Wishing a safe and happy New Year to all my friends! 

I wish I was spending my New Year's Eve at Peepfest in Pennsylvania. Yep, it's a thing.

If you're lucky, you may have someone to ring in the new year with.

If you're really lucky, you may be starting off the year doing what we all love.

Whatever you're doing, stay safe! And good luck on those resolutions!

Here's to the end of the holiday season! See you all next year!

Saturday, December 28, 2013

We Wish You A Merry Peep-mas

We Wish You A Merry Peep-mas

We wish you a merry Peep-mas
We wish you a merry Peep-mas
We wish you a merry Peep-mas and a Peep filled New Year!
 Sugar comas we bring to you and your kin
Sweet tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Oh, bring us a Peep in pudding
Oh, bring us a Peep in pudding
Oh, bring us a Peep in pudding and a cup of Peep cheer
 We won't go until we get some
We won't go until we get some
We won't go until we get some, so bring some out here

We wish you a merry Peep-mas
We wish you a merry Peep-mas
We wish you a merry Peep-mas and a Peep filled New Year!

found online
 If you're new here, you may not realize that I like Peeps. It began as just an ordinary interest and I'd get them at Easter or occasionally buy them at other times and thought they were tasty. It became known as something I liked and I'd get random messages from friends that they saw Peeps at a store and thought of me, or they even bought them and gave them to me. Then I began to have more and more Peeps stuff, discovered the opening of a Peeps store in Pennsylvania not far from the area I visit, and the rest is history.

One thing I didn't yet own was a nearly 3 foot tall plush Peeps bunny priced at a ridiculous $150. Yeah, the Peeps store is like Disney prices. It's all about that branding. On Thanksgiving weekend, I got an email from Peeps and Company that there was a big sale. The giant plush animals were included in the sale and half off! I linked it on Facebook and wrote, mostly joking, that I only needed 10 friends to send $7 and one could finally be mine.

Guess what? They did! I started getting messages from different friends that they'd pledge $7 and many being out of state asked for my address to send some money. There were enough offers that a pink bunny was ordered and everyone came through. I was getting cards in the mail with cash and checks and several local friends contributing as well. Have I mentioned that I have some really awesome friends? I do. <3 <3 <3

I was pretty minimal on Christmas shopping this year. Being poor makes that decision easy. Lol. I got something for S and for L and then my parents. That was it. I saw S a few days before Christmas and I received some Peeps related gifts from him too! The latest 2014 Peeps calendar and a really cool neon beanbag type throw pillow. Thank you again, S. 

Earlier that same night, I got home from work to find a gift bag hanging on the door. I opened it and found a gift box of Peeps with a plush Elf Peep in it. I still have not figured out who the secret Santa is. Nobody is fessing up!

A few days before Christmas and I already had some great Peeps gifts. Then it was finally time... Christmas day! 

I went to my parents house to open the gigantic box that had arrived earlier in the week. And I finally had my Peep! Some people thought it was edible. Nooo. Even I couldn't handle that much sugar. It's plush and cuddly!

And it came with a Peeps storybook! I don't have a name for her yet. Suggestions have included Amanda Peep and Justin Timberpeep. (Okay, that last one was my idea.)

I took a picture with all my plush Peeps together. If there's always one smaller one next to the big one they could be Peepy and the Brain!


My holiday season was complete and definitely full of Peeps! December has been a rough month. Work gets completely insane, lots of stress, money issues, loneliness (though not as bad as last year which was my first "single person" Christmas in a long time). I really appreciate everyone who enabled  supported a seemingly silly Christmas wish. It means a lot to me. I hope all my friends, near and far, have had happy holidays as well! 

Sunday, December 22, 2013

The Twelve Days Of Fucking Christmas

December can be rough. Some people just seem to lose their damn minds when the holidays approach. This is my Twelve Days of Christmas parody on some of the annoyances that we've all probably encountered at this time of year. Except the Peeps. Those are not an annoyance. Enjoy!

The Twelve Days Of Fucking Christmas
 On the first day of Christmas December gave to me
a package of snowman Peeps

On the second day of Christmas December gave to me
2 malls to avoid

and a package of snowman Peeps

On the third day of Christmas December gave to me
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the fourth day of Christmas December gave to me
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the fifth day of Christmas December gave to me
5 stomachaches
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the sixth day of Christmas December gave to me
6 pints of eggnog
5 stomachaches
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the seventh day of Christmas December gave to me
7 trips of shopping
6 pints of eggnog
5 stomachaches
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the eighth day of Christmas December gave to me
8 days of crazies
7 trips of shopping
6 pints of eggnog
5 stomachaches
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the ninth day of Christmas December gave to me
9 angry phone calls
8 days of crazies
7 trips of shopping
6 pints of eggnog
5 stomachaches
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the tenth day of Christmas December gave to me
10 throbbing headaches
9 angry phone calls
8 days of crazies
7 trips of shopping
6 pints of eggnog
5 stomachaches
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the eleventh day of Christmas December gave to me
11 hours of traffic
10 throbbing headaches
9 angry phone calls
8 days of crazies
7 trips of shopping
6 pints of eggnog
5 stomachaches
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps

On the twelfth day of Christmas December gave to me
12 rude customers
11 hours of traffic
10 throbbing headaches
9 angry phone calls
8 days of crazies
7 trips of shopping
6 pints of eggnog
5 stomachaches
4 credit card bills
3 snowstorms
2 malls to avoid
and a package of snowman Peeps
Happy fucking Holidays!

Monday, November 25, 2013

Hey hey, it's someone's birthday!

In New York there lives a man named Joey
He is a beloved member of SCONY
A spanko through and through
He knows what to do
When it's time to take a gal o'er his knee

Dear Joey is a wonderful blogger
Loyal reader and frequent commenter
Known throughout blogland
He has many a fan
He is friendly and an avid runner!

Okay, maybe I'm reaching for some rhymes
But letting this day pass would be a crime
A birthday must be
Celebrated, times three!
 When one's a spanko it's a treasured time

In closing I wish this for you, my friend
A birthday ending with a red lit end
Your candles I don't mean
It's time for some spanking
Many volunteers have a hand to lend!
 Happy Birthday, Joey!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

LOL Day 8

I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date!

It's 11/12/13 and it is time for LOL Day 8!

Created by dear Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts

LOL Day is to Love our Lurkers who take our traffic off the charts!

We know you're out there, yes we do
Anyone can leave a comment, yes, especially you!
We bloggers love to hear from readers near and far
So feel free to add a comment, a hello, and take part!

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Halloween 2013!

This is my belated Halloween party recap. Then I will get to my belated SCONY weekend recap! This past month has been busy, busy, busy and there have been parties left and right. Last weekend was the annual Halloween party/fundraiser for the Wasatch Academy for the Refinement of Ladies and Gentleman of Leather and co-hosted by NLA-U. I wish I'd taken some pics before all the people arrived because the house looked fabulous. The decorations were great as was the food, as always.

I helped at the door for check-ins for the first part of the party until S and I went downstairs to find some room to play before it got really packed. I kneeled on the spanking bench and he moved my skirt out of the way. (Met the 10 second rule.) He'd left his toy bag upstairs so his hand got a good workout. He gave me a long warmup before spanking me much harder with his hand. It was stingy and had me squirming already. His hand has really gotten harder since we first met. Guess that's what happens when you're regularly seeing a spanko, huh? I've created a monster! 

After a while I think his hand got tired and I heard him unbuckle his belt. Ah, that sound... I glanced back at him as he pulled it through the loops and removed it. It struck my bottom several times as he built up the intensity. I was struggling to keep my hands down on the other side of the bench as I twisted from side to side. It was really stinging and I wasn't so quiet at that point. He gave me a few more strokes and then stopped and rubbed my bottom. I got up and gave him a hug and then returned upstairs.

There were a lot of people who had arrived already and many interesting costumes. I actually went as my friend L because I thought that would be funny but not everyone was getting it. And I was accused of not showing enough cleavage. Oh well, you can't please everyone. I spent quite a bit of time outside throughout the night to take a break from the crowd. J had a fire built and started it for me so I could roast my Peeps. Thank you, J! Because that's a completely normal thing to do at a play party, right? I'm happy when people humor me (some may say enable) and that really made my night and kept me preoccupied.

A few folks tried a roasted Peep for the first time and they ALL agreed it was pretty good. Why don't people believe me to begin with? Some refused to try but I won't give up on educating the world about the deliciousness that is the Peep. There was a TSA agent roaming about the party who frisked me and gave me a spanking. We caught up with each other at the end of the night before he was leaving and had a sort of reverse intensity scene. I bent over a nearby ottoman and he spanked me with a wooden paddle he had. That elicited a quick verbal response from me and after some more swats with that he switched to using his hand. That was not much lighter than the wood but I don't think I pointed that out at the moment. My bottom was reddened up so mission accomplished. This pic was taken after. That was the end of my adventures for the night. Thanks to all who made it a great party!

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Lea-To-English Dictionary

(Cross-posted from my Fetlife writings)

Okay, so direct communication about what I want is not my strong suit. Actually, it's not really in my closet at all. I'm not good at asking for what I want or initiating anything from romantic encounters to scenes I'd like to have. Those things are unlikely to change. But what can change is people learning to fucking read between the lines already! I have written this Lea-to-English dictionary to assist in translation.

Lea: "Hi."
English: a. "Hi." (Sometimes it is just a hello.) b. "Hi. I want a spanking."

Lea: "What are your plans tonight?"
English: "I am free. Are you going to fucking ask me to play already or what?"

Lea: "I'm hungry."
English: "After I find sustenance, I'd really like a spanking later."

Lea: "I'm tired."
English: "I'm tired."

Lea: "You're a jerkface."
English: a. "You really ARE a jerkface.'' b. "I think you're cute and you should spank me." c. a and b combined

(In response to being asked if I've played at the party)
Lea: "A little bit."
English: "I want more spankings."

(In response to being asked what I like to do at the party)
Lea: "I'm a spanko."
English: "Spank me already!"

Lea: "That toy looks mean."
English: "Smack me with it so I can form an accurate opinion."

Lea: "No."
English: "Get the fuck away from me."

Lea: "A little more."
English: "Push me to the edge, baby."

There. Are we all on the same page now? Was it that difficult? I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to spank me. Yeah, I sort of quoted Notting Hill. I should be spanked for that.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

30 Sayings From The Mouths Of Tops

For the past month, I've been counting down the days until the SCONY weekend with all my friends. The theme of the countdown this time was "30 Sayings From The Mouths Of Tops." It is a collection of quotes many of us have heard come from a top's mouth. My smart ass commentary to their sayings will be in parentheses next to it. :-D Enjoy!

30 Sayings From The Mouths Of Tops
30. "Why are we here?" (The poor dears have terrible memories. Be nice to them!)

29. "(fill in the blank) is banned." (Um, what is this, 1984?)
28. "I'm waiting..." (Patience is a virtue. Just sayin'.)
27. "Yeaaaah!" (Yeaaaah you heard right. It's somebody's birthday! Happy birthday Mr. Grumpypants!)

26. "Come here, NOW." (Maybe we can make a patience potion in class? You people really have a problem.)

25. "Go in the other room and wait for me." (Now WE are expected to wait? Typical double standard!)

24. "Um, no." (Probably his first words! Must've been very disagreeable as a baby.)
23. "So what did I miss??" (Typing and reading comprehension classes, apparently.)

22. "Mm hmm." (How can one say so little and still say so much?)
21. "That's so funny." (What is? How chipmunks and other woodland creatures travel faster than your van down I-80?)
20. "Helloooo dollface!" (I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.)
19. "Really???" (Yes, really! K is an angel and it is her birthday. Let's help her shine her halo!)
18. "je vais t'apprendre a compter en francais, ma chere"  which means "I will teach you how to count in French, my dear." (I got the translation from a certain Cuh-naw-dian so if I just said something bad, it's her fault!)

17. "I'm right here!" (If you didn't wander around so stealthily you wouldn't need to announce it.)
16. "What did I just tell you?!" (How should I know? Obviously I wasn't listening.)

15. "We have something to discuss." (Your discussions involve surprisingly little talking. Would you like a dictionary to clarify what "discuss" means?)
Forced sort of retraction thingy due to an overthinking top- Certain lawyers have pointed out other definitions of "discuss" under the category of civil law. A. To collect a debt from (the person primarily liable) before proceeding against the person secondarily liable. B. To execute against the movable property of (a debtor) before proceeding against the debtor's immovable property, as land.

14. "Whatevuh." (When we say it it's seen as flippant and dismissive, but you get to say it? Whatevuh.)

13. "What does lying get?" (Friends? Job promotions? A sharp mind with a good memory?)

12. "There's no fair in SCONY." (And in other news, Captain Obvious has discovered that water is wet.)

11. "It is what it is." (But what is "it," really? One of life's great unanswered questions.)

10. "I can't believe you're STILL bratting me!" (I wonder how many times a certain birthday girl with a penchant for books has heard this one.)

9. "What are those still doing up?" (Well we JUST walked in here! Really need to work on that patience potion...)

8. "You're going to count out loud and if you miss one we start over." (Is this a spanking or a neurological exam? Do I have to count backwards by sevens next?)

7. "Whaddaya kiddin' me with that?" (No, I'm not kidding. The words "never ever" end in r's, not h's. I promise!)

6. "It won't help, but it can't hurt either." (I'm getting the feeling that it could end up hurting a LOT.)

5. "Do you understand me?" (No. What language are you speaking? Klingon?)

4. "You just do that and let me know how it works out for you." (This seems like a trap.)

3. "Yes, what???" (Yes, LordSirMasterJerkface?)

2. "You don't talk when my lips are moving!" (So you're saying I can never speak?)

1. "You have a death wish." (Ya think? I've only been goading you all for the past 30 days!)

That's my list! There were a lot of birthdays this past month. I wonder how that will work out for those folks at the weekend. By the time you are reading this I should have arrived in NYC and be on my way. See ya next week! And to all the tops out there, just remember that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery! :-D

Monday, October 7, 2013

Three More Days!

The SCONY Mountain Weekend will be here before I know it! And I am so not ready! I hate packing. HATE IT. It seems like I always forget something. I'm coming up with a list and starting to pack today so if something is missing I still have time to go get it.

What does one need for a spanking weekend vacation? 

Panties, panties, and more panties. Check.

You can give many different messages with your panties.
More clothes and shoes than I'll possibly wear in a five day time frame. Check.

Harry Potter costume? Nope. I'm sure those dressing up will look great as always though.

Lotion to keep my bottom in good spanking shape. Check.


Notebook to jot down all the memories. Check.

Swimsuit for the hot tub (if it's not too damn cold outside). Check.


I will have to leave enough room to bring back some Peeps.

My suitcase isn't quite ready but I am more than ready for a vacation. Good friends, good times, good girl spankings! (Hey, why are you laughing?) Karaoke, watching Days of our Lives with Regan, Peep roast! Spankings, spankings, and more spankings! Three more days and I'll be headed to a different set of mountains.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Sunday Caning

image from Cane-iac
*Note- If you are wary of canes and/or heavy marking, you may want to skip this post. R, you've been warned.*

Canes are one of those things that used to terrify me. (Okay, sometimes they still do.) When I ventured out into the spanking world I said no #%*! way! It was a hard limit. This is where some annoyingly wise kinkster pops in and says that you'll end up doing whatever you said you'd never do. Yeah, yeah. Pipe down. This is my story!

Back to canes. A friend I trusted eventually got me to try it. And I loved it. Sometimes I love/hate it. Whatever. You get the idea. There are a LOT of canes out there that create different sensations. Most who have read here before know that I'm Team Sting all the way. No, not that Sting! I have a strong preference to sting over thud. I can handle a lot more stingy pain than I can that deep tissue thuddy awfulness. That's just me. YYMV, as they say.

Besides the lasting sting, for me there is a big mindfuck factor to caning. There's a structured feel to it. I feel the anticipation (sometimes verging on anxiety, but in a good way) beforehand. Feeling it tap against me before the hard stroke comes. Hearing the swish of the cane in the air. I'm not often in a position to easily see the person caning me so I rely on the sounds and sensations of it all.

There are times when I crave a good caning. And recently I got one. A is very skilled at caning, amongst other things, and this was the first time I'd been caned by him. He has about a million and a half canes I think. Rattan, delrin, it was all there. I was a bit wide-eyed surveying the collection. I expressed that I like sting over thud and about half of them were put away, still leaving many options. Once those were all picked out, I got undressed and lay on the bed. (Is it "lay" or "laid"? Fuck, I can never remember that.) I was a bit nervous but it faded as we talked about what my experiences with caning have been like.

He was a pro at giving a good warm-up. I don't think I would've been able to take nearly as much without that. It started slower as I got a feel for a few of the canes and the different sensations of each one. You can see from the picture that I received full coverage and it was kept pretty even. For much of it he was using more than one cane at a time and would get the same spot several times before switching to the other side. It was a steady pace that allowed me to handle the harder strokes when it worked up to that. He swapped to different canes a few times and I tried to give feedback on how they felt compared to the others, but I'm not always good at verbalizing that. After a few "I don't know's" he said he'd run through them again so I could compare. He struck me with 5 or 6 different canes in quick succession and asked again which one I liked best. When I had stopped squirming I looked back at him with a glare and he continued with an evil smile on his face. I vetoed the last one as too stingy even for me and tried to give clearer answers.

The intensity increased as he continued and there was much more squirming and moaning on my part. Probably an "oh fuck" or two in there as well. We were still talking throughout and he seemed to be judging my reactions well. At one point he paused and asked, "How did you say you feel about blood?" That freaked me out a little. "Am I really bleeding?" I looked back at my bottom and couldn't really tell amidst all the color and welts. I don't have a specific weak spot prone to breaking like some people do, so I was surprised. We had been at it for quite a while though. He had it covered and fixed me up with his first aid kit. Before the bandaid was put on I asked if he could take a few pics so I had proof of my battle scars. I asked if people often bled when he caned them. He said no that it doesn't usually get that far and I was able to take a lot. Yay, I'm a tough ass! Haha. Well, I can pretend for at least a little while. That is certainly not a challenge to anybody! And so ends the story of my Sunday caning.

  Love/hate, like I said.

Sunday, September 22, 2013


It was finally the time of the night I'd been eagerly awaiting.

The snaps at the front of my dress were each pulled apart one by one until it was removed.

His hand was at my back, guiding me to bend over the edge of the bed.

Then his hand lightly rubbed my bottom before delivering a hard smack.

I jumped a little upon impact as I got acclimated to the hardness of his hands.

The swats came down hard and fast as I squirmed from side to side.

I got on all fours on the bed as he rubbed up against me.

His hand was now at my back, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside.

He kept spanking me with one hand while the other grasped at my breasts and twisted my nipples.

He leaned forward and asked me how I was doing.

"Gooood," I mumbled with a smile.

He pulled down my panties and stood behind me with his flogger in hand.

It hit me with a thud that pushed my body forward into the bed.

Over and over and over.

The rhythm became comforting as I zoned out a bit.

Left to right, left to right, the falls struck every inch of my bottom.

I could feel I was reddening up and tried to stay in place.

He returned to my side and soothed my sore bottom.

His hands cupped my breasts and he asked again how I was doing.

"Very good," I said as I turned my head to kiss him and reciprocate my pleasure.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Why I Love Fall

The time is coming! October is almost here! It's finally one of my favorite times of the year. Don't you just love fall? 


Pretty colors!

Campfires! (Which means Peeps roasts!)

Great temperatures with heat of summer gone but not yet stuck with snow!

Corn mazes!

Silly pumpkin carving!

Delicious seasonal coffee!

Delicious seasonal foods!

Haunted houses!

Cuddling is the best when it gets cool!

What is the best thing about October? Well anyone who has read here for a while knows what is coming next.


Oh wait. Is that not what you thought I was going to say? There is something else and the 30 day countdown has begun. SCONY's Mountain Weekend!

I'm so excited to see all my friends again and meet some new ones. SCONY makes me think of the theme song from Cheers. It is the one place I can go and be surrounded by friends and people actually remember my freaking name (and say it right, unless they're just being jerks)!

Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.
You wanna go where people know,
 people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.
A very fitting song, I think. 28 more days, my friends! (And check out the countdown clock I added on the top right!) What do you love about fall?