30 Reasons Bottoms Are Awesome

I'm off to NYC today to head to the SCONY Mountain Weekend. I've been sending daily countdown messages to my friends for the past 30 days. The theme this time around was 30 Reasons Bottoms Are Awesome. Enjoy!

30 Reasons Bottoms Are Awesome

 

 #30- We play Scrabble. I know, forming words.. You tops can sit this one out.

#29- Our antics are entertaining. You don't have to try so hard to keep from smiling.

#28- We keep your legs warm on a cold day.

#27- We provide housekeeping reminders. If your floors need sweeping or corners have cobwebs, we'll be sure to mention it.

#26- We can read, write, count, AND type. Yeah, it's pretty impressive.

#25- We look so young. What's our secret? We don't have birthdays.. not anymore. Shh!

#24- If it weren't for us, who would you spank? Each other? I didn't think so.

#23- We can operate a bus when necessary.

#22- Our bottoms turn beautiful colors. We are works of art.

#21- You're the "winner." We're the "sore loser." (Or are we? Hmm..)

#20- We're better than Ginkgo Biloba at keeping your mind and memory sharp.

#19- We are adorable when we pout. Admit it!

#18- Ask us about our ever-expanding vocabulary of cuss words! You're sure to be impressed!

#17- We're like the old Timex watches. We take a lickin' and keep on.. well, we'd have to say, "kicking."

#16- If all the bottoms in the world disappeared tomorrow, that implement bag you're so proud of would be.. just baggage. How sad would that be?

#15- We offer on-the-spot product reviews for your toys. Top- "How do you like this?" WHACK! Bottom- "Yeow, too much sting, not enough thud!"

#14- Wordmashingdoesnotbotherusonebit!

#13- We know that "top logic" is an oxymoron. We're just too polite to say so.

#12- We're highly coordinated. Forget rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time. Try wailing, kicking, AND counting!

#11- You want to know reason #11? I'm not going to tell, and you can't make me!

#10- We are capable of learning new skills like working a combination lock, counting in 6 different languages (including New-Yawk), and pointing to Switzerland on a map.

#9- WE know that YOU know every trick in the book, but that won't stop us from layering on four pairs of undies for your amusement (and our protection).

#8- We are excellent listeners. Oh, and our ears are in no way connected to our backsides, not that we're going to tell YOU that.

#7- Without us, a wooden spoon is just something to stir with, a ruler something to measure with, a hand something to wave hello with, toast is just bread.. blah.

#6- We are fascinating objects of study. Many books have been written about us. Many mysterious little black books that no one has ever seen.

#5- We have a highly sensitive and sympathetic nature. Your hand hurts? Aww, we're so sorry! Your poor hand! Your poor, poor hand!

#4- We are keeping you healthy with cardiovascular exercise! You should thank us! We said "THANK!" (You're welcome.)

#3- We are the ONLY reason SOME of you even need a hairbrush.

#2- Your toppy threats make us smile. Just try that with the outside world. Yeah, try it and let us know how that works out for you..

#1- We love our tops!

 

I'll probably be paying for some of these soon, not like the intention was to provoke or anything. ;-) Have a good weekend everybody!

 

Bottoms Say The Darndest Things

I was spending the evening with S the other night and it was decided I would get one last harder spanking before my SCONY trip. That way if there was a little bruising it would all have time to fade before I got out there. He picked out the usual suspects from my box of implements and set them on the bed. I was lying down with him sitting next to me and he put one arm around my waist to secure me. He began spanking me with the leather paddle. My panties were still on but didn't offer much in the way of protection anyway.

It started slower to warm me up but quickly got very stingy. He used his hand for a bit and then went back to the leather paddle. I said something about him being extra mean that day. After that comment he swatted even harder. Pretty much proving my point. Ahem. I squirmed and kicked my legs as he held on to me and kept going. I told him that I thought to a top being called mean was a compliment. Saying he was too nice would be something to get grumpy about.

I don't think he was listening to me. And they say WE don't listen! He grabbed the wooden paddle and continued with a flurry of hard swats. I could tell those ones would leave a mark. I unsuccessfully tried to turn to the side to save my rear end but his arm stayed firm around me. My bottom felt like it was on fire as the paddle came down again and again. My ooww's were muffled into the pillow that I held onto. Finally he seemed to slow down and set the paddle on the bed. I snuggled closer to him as heat emanated from my bottom.

"If you think I'm going to say that you're nice now, you can think again!" I laughed. Yeah, yeah. Keep your mouth shut, Lea. Well hindsight is great, isn't it? He frowned at me and sat back up, grabbing the strap. I started to sit up and said "I'm just kidding with you!" ''Lay down," he said sternly. Gulp. #$*%  I did as he said. I braced myself as the strap bit into my sore flesh several times on each cheek. I howled into the pillow I had a death grip on and stayed in place. When he was done, again, he pulled me close to him. I rested my head on his chest and didn't say a thing.

My Favorite Things- Redux

This is my parody of The Sound of Music's "My Favorite Things" which I shared a while back. Hope you enjoy!

My Favorite Things

Rosy spanked bottom that's sore when I'm sittin'

Bending over for spankings in the kitchen

Cane-iac packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

Cute colored panties with pictures of poodles

Dreaming of spankings all day while I doodle

The sound of a belt whipped off before it swings

These are a few of my favorite things

Tops in white dress shirts, sleeves rolling in a flash

Getting The Look that makes me want to dash

Anticipation that makes my hands wring

These are a few of my favorite things

When the strap bites

When the cane stings

When I'm feeling sad

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don't feel so bad

Scoldings over things I shouldn't have written

Reminded there are times my tongue should be bitten

Damn, I forgot how much his hand can sting

Why were these some of my favorite things?

It wasn't smart saying his arm spanked like a noodle

Now I'm gonna get it, the whole kit and kaboodle

The paddle comes down hard making my ears ring

I need to reassess my favorite things!

Why does it seem our logic always clashes?

I pout out my lip and bat my eyelashes

He's not falling for it and makes the cane sing

Leaving furious lines until to him I cling

When the strap bites

When the cane stings

When I'm feeling sad

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don't feel so bad

Coming In Second: The Poly Conundrum

I have a boyfriend. He has a wife. It's complicated, but not. We are all aware of each other. It's not an OKCupid lie of "oh I can date you because I'm in the process of a divorce" and the guy ends up being still married and the wife isn't aware that he's browsing dating sites. We are all aware. I knew what I was getting into at the beginning, but not. How did I fall down this rabbit hole?

We began as friends. It was right around the time I found myself going through a divorce. A real one, not like OKCupid guy's imaginary separation. It was also around the time I was first exploring my local scene which is how we met. He was very cautious about moving slowly and my current emotional state with everything that was going on. But feelings developed and it didn't move so slowly after all.

I certainly wouldn't call it a rebound since it's been a year now. I had my own worries and doubts about getting involved with someone who is already involved with someone. And I still do at times. At the end of the day though, it is what it is. This is a complex and touchy subject so I want to state up front that this is my blog and strictly my opinion. I care for both of them deeply. I'm not here to talk about them except in relation to my own feelings about my relationship.

I am good about keeping my kink quiet. I don't feel it is necessary to share with my family or vanilla friends that I'm a spanko in order for them to relate to me as a person. My personality remains the same on both sides of that. Once in a while there are questions about how I know so many people outside of this state and why I never have pictures of my vacations aka spanking weekends. That's not a big deal though. With the wonder of the internet it's not all that surprising to know people far away. They are friends of friends. And I constantly forget my camera.

Having a boyfriend who has to be kept secret because of the circumstances is much trickier. I feel that's one of the hardest parts about this. I'm not one to share every personal detail of my life with everyone I know (don't roll your eyes at me because you are anonymously reading this on a blog), but it would be nice to have an unbiased third party to talk to sometimes. If this situation had come about while I was married and we had still agreed to pursue it, I think it'd be much easier to leave unsaid. But post-divorce I'm pretending to be single and often get questions. Are you seeing anyone? What did you do all weekend? You should go to the single's ward to meet a nice boy. Sigh.

I carefully chose two vanilla friends to confide in about it. Thankfully they were very open minded and more curious than anything. I still have never shared the spanking/kink stuff with anyone vanilla so I'm often leaving out part of the story, but it's something. Sometimes it's nice to just be able to say "Don't you hate when guys get sick and isolate themselves? Does your boyfriend do that?" or "Omg he told me the funniest joke last night." It seems if one talks about a male friend much then the question always comes up, "So you're just friends, huh?"

We can hang around other kinky friends because they understand the situation, but I'll never be taking him home for Thanksgiving dinner. I think that any insecurities I've ever had about myself and relationships you times by 10 and that's what a poly relationship is like. Worries about someone leaving me and ending up alone? Oh yeah. And it's much more likely to happen in this situation and I may not even get a say in it.

That is the thought always in the back of my mind. One day they may decide they don't want to do this anymore and return to a monogamous relationship. If that happens, I'm the one left in the cold and helpless to do anything about it. Feeling like my input doesn't matter and I have no control over what is going on is one of my biggest frustrations. Jealousy? Check. And not so much of another person directly but being left wishing I could have more but I know I can't. It's like being taunted by something great hanging right in front of you but you can't have it. Not really.

It's nice to think that we could all exist in our own bubbles and do our own thing without any interference. But that's not real. Stuff  happening between the two of them has affected me and probably vice versa. It takes a lot of patience and communication to fumble our ways through this. It's not perfect and it never will be. I'm not looking for any other relationships. This is enough to handle. I don't know that I'd ever get involved in another poly situation. I've probably lucked out with this one because they've both been pretty great and we generally all get along.
 
I wonder how many of these hangups are my own or because of what society drills into us about how relationships should be. My whole life I've been taught that you are supposed to find one person who is perfect for you. That one person will be amazing and always put you before anything else. Thinking about anyone else makes you a dirty cheater. You only need each other and will live your life happily ever after. Oh and everything should end in marriage and you shouldn't have sex before then. Hmm looks like I'm already striking out with society.

Well, I'm not first. I'm second. Second child, second place in the second grade spelling bee, second in this relationship. Is that so bad? Does there have to be more? Am I holding onto society's ideals of the path a relationship should take? I try not to think about the long term because I have no idea where this will end up. Why do I continue to be involved in this complicated relationship? Because I love him. He treats me well and he makes me smile. He spanks me too. Bonus! When we're together I am happy. I'd much rather have some of his time than none of it at all.

If this hasn't already confused you, check out the link below to see how much more complicated things can be!
Map of Nonmonogamy

Three Words

Here's a meme that's been going around where you answer all the questions with 3 words only. 

 

1. Where is your cell phone? On the desk
2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? One of each
3. Hair? I like brunettes
4. Your mother? Likes to fish
5. Your father? Hates the fishing
6. Your favorite item(s)? Various Peeps accessories
7. Your dream last night? Fun at SCONY
8. Your favorite drink? Ice cold water
9. Your dream guy/girl?  Justin Timberlake, duh
10.The room you are in? My cold bedroom
11. Your fear? Losing my mind
12. What do you want to be in 10 years? A lottery winner
13. Who did you hang out with last night? People at munch
14. What are you not? Suzy fucking Sunshine
15. What's outside your window? Grass and playground
16. One of your wish list items? Much needed GPS
17. What time is it?  12:47 a.m.
18. The last thing you did? Laundry in dryer
19. What are you wearing?  Not very much
20. Your favorite book?  Love John Grisham
21. The last thing you ate? Red velvet cupcake
22. Your life? Up and down
23. Your mood? Tired but relieved
24. Your car? Slow and steady
25. What are you doing at this moment? Completing this meme
26. Your summer? Will stay indoors
27. Travel plans? SCONY weekend soon!!
28. What is on your TV screen? FX- The Americans
29. Last time you cried? Within the week
30. School? Over, thank God

If you haven't filled it out on your blog, give it a try!

Your Questions Answered

March was question month here in blogland and here I'll share my answers.

Kaelah asked: If you ever fall in love with a kinky guy who doesn't feel comfortable going to public events like spanking parties, can you imagine to give that up for him?

Ooh, that's a tough question. I've written about my feelings regarding playing with multiple partners in my post Being Polyspankerous. I enjoy being spanked by different people. It lets me experience a variety of dynamics and headspaces. It's not the same with any two people. I like seeing where things can go with someone and learning new things about them and myself as we develop our spanking relationship. 

I may be taking your question wrong. I'm not sure if you mean just strictly attending parties or playing with others in general. I looove spanking parties. All I wrote above about playing with others applies, but parties are as much if not more about the social experience for me than getting spanked. I am not a real social person by nature and in my vanilla life, but put me in the middle of 60 other spankos and I love it. I'm comfortable. I finally fit in somewhere.

 

I've developed such great friendships from the spanking scene. I can't imagine giving that up. Yes I know it is possible to have vanilla trips to see friends but when people are all across the country that wouldn't be easy to do. I would hope that my partner would understand the importance of that to me and we could come to a compromise. Whether that be only playing with each other but still attending to see folks or going by myself if it just wasn't his thing.

Good question, Kaelah! If I fell in love with a kinky guy in the first place I'd probably be pretty happy already. That made me think about the whole quandary of dating vanilla or kinky and the difficulties with each. Nobody is lined up at my door to take me out though so it's not something I've had to deal with so far. Lol. That may be a future post idea.

Kenzie asked: Is there anything spank related that you haven't tried yet that you want to try?

Absolutely! There are so many things that can be done in the realm of spanking and certainly some I haven't done yet. I'm happy with what I have done and what I'm doing currently. But a little experimentation never hurt anyone. That may not be the best phrasing considering the subject, hehe. There are implements I've never tried. A dragon tail whip on Cane-iac has me intrigued. Floggers, martinets, and rug beaters are things I'd like to have more experience with.

Bondage incorporated with a spanking is something I've enjoyed and would like to expand on. With someone I really trust, I want to be vulnerable and have them in full control. Being blindfolded or restrained are things that add to me feeling more submissive in the situation. Though it is one of those things where I'm likely more compliant in fantasy than reality. ;-)

Ronnie asked: Have you always loved Peeps?

Well of course! :-) 

She also asked: Who would you want to play the role of you in a movie?

I actually got my scene name "Lea" from Maggie Gyllenhaal's character in Secretary. Yes, I know in the movie it's spelled Lee. She could be me. Can James Spader play my love interest? Please? ;-) I've been told a few times that I resemble Anne Hathaway. I don't agree but take it as a compliment because I think she's beautiful. She could be another choice.

Thanks for the questions! It's no longer question month but if anyone ever does have a question about something, feel free to ask.

Sated

This is post #200! Thank you for reading along!

My stress levels have been at a max for the last little while. I've been craving the kind of spanking that could get me to the point of emotional release. The kind that I can't always handle in reality. S is one of those rare tops who can read and write. He had seen my previous post where I had mentioned all of that and promised me a good spanking when we next met.

We had a nice day and it ended with a spanking. He asked if I'd been a good girl or a bad girl. I gestured toward my thong that read "bad girl" on it. He started spanking me with his hand as I lay on the bed. He applied his hand firmly and methodically to warm me up. I was able to relax into his touch. He wrapped his arm around my waist and the swats got harder as he switched to using the leather paddle. My bottom was stinging already.

I squirmed and cried out with Ooww's and Aahh's as things ramped up. He brushed my hair from my face and told me to be good. "Yes, sir," I mumbled in reply. He paused and rubbed my reddening cheeks. Then he grabbed the wooden paddle to continue with, his arm encircling my waist once more. I love/hate that move. I like the closeness of it and the contact, but it can also be an "oh shit" moment because I know restraining me means it's about to get more intense.

The paddle covered every inch of my bottom, preparing me for the cane. I grimaced as S set the other implements aside and pulled the cane from the mailing tube it resides in. I heard it swish in the air before feeling the searing line where it landed, over and over. He continued with quick concise strokes from left to right. My bottom felt as if it were on fire, but I did not move. I didn't want to fight him. I needed this. I gripped the pillow as the cane bit into me.

After a little while he stopped and set the cane down. He pulled me close to him. "You're such a good girl and didn't squirm at all. You're so tough and took that very well," he softly spoke into my ear. The words. I teared up a bit and felt myself teetering on the edge, so close to falling into that headspace I craved. "A little more," I whispered. His raised eyebrow questioned if I really wanted to go further and I nodded in reply.

He moved to stand to the left of me and picked the cane back up. He tapped it against me several times before landing a quick succession of strokes. Then he stood to my right side to do the same. I whimpered into my pillow but I stayed still. I felt it, and it hurt, but things blurred a bit at the end. I got there. He sat next to me and we were done. He cuddled with me and said he hoped that had been enough. I think I mumbled a yes and thanked him. Some lotion was applied to my very sore rear end and I slept quite fitfully that night. Thank you again, S.