Thursday, December 29, 2011

2011 In Review: A Spanking Good Year



Some say that Frank was singing about all the women he laid over the years in this song. That may be so, but it's a tune I like and came to mind when thinking about this past year. Yes it's that time of the year where we all reflect on the past year's events. Some good, some bad. It seems that whenever a year comes to a close, people always say "this year just went by so fast!" I don't agree. Parts of it sometimes seem to. Unfortunately it's the fun parts that fly by. Other parts, not so much. Trust me, 8 hours at work feels like 8 hours at work. 5 days at a spanking party weekend feels like an hour. 



There were a lot of ups and downs this year, as I'm sure is the case for most of us. Financial strain, family health issues, friend drama, work stress, bullshit raises... Ahem, sorry. Getting off track. But I don't want to talk about any of that. This is a spanking blog after all! ;-) And where the spanking world is concerned, I had a damn fun year. Here are some of the highlights. 

In February, I jumped into the world of blogging. I never would've guessed how much fun this would be. I wrote my first post and before I even told any of my kinkster friends what my new blog address was, I already had been discovered and left a comment by Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts, who I soon found out was queen of the spanking blogosphere. I don't know how she keeps up with it all! I started out reading 2 or 3 blogs of friends and now follow over 60. And for whatever reason, people follow me! I'm not much of a writer but blogging really sucked me in. I've really enjoyed writing and sharing and interacting with all the other bloggers and readers and even the lurkers. Thank you to all who do read and keep up with the semi-interesting happenings of Lea's Corner. Without all of you, I'd just be some nut talking to myself. ;-)


In April, I attended my fourth SCONY Mountain Weekend. It was a blast, as always. Spending time with friends, laughing, playing, laughing some more, playing some more. What could be better? It's always a toss up on what is more sore when I get home- my abs from laughing so much or my bottom from playing so much. Of course, my abs don't tend to mark, but that's another matter. One memory from this particular weekend that stands out in my mind was pushing some of my previous limits. One of those was playing in the main party area. This may sound strange coming from someone who goes to spanking parties but I'm really particular about privacy. I'm not even talking about being spanked in public, I haven't done that. I nearly have an anxiety attack just thinking about it. 

I'm referring to the areas that are curtained off or whatever for people to play at parties. Previously, I didn't even go into those. I'd only go off to play in my room or somewhere else where there weren't so many people around. Obviously I'm there for the same reason as everyone else, but the idea of people overhearing my scenes just freaked me out. Well, that really interfered with my schedule, so I got over it. Lol. Another new thing that weekend was having a scene where I co-bottomed that I wrote about here. It was really fun and I liked the dynamics of interacting with both the other people in the scene. It also allowed me to play up being a bit more of a brat than normal since I could take cues from the other bottom. Hehe. It was something I'd try again in the future, and did. Oh, and I learned that plastic is evil. No more plastic for Lea.


I tried to corner the market on spanko ice cream. Still waiting to hear back from Ben and Jerry's... I thought it was a really good idea!




I educated others on bear/top safety, as well as What Not To Say which includes things like "Don't be such a Domass!", "It's not my fault!", and "You want the truth? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!" There's a lawyer I really want to use that last line with if I was properly set up for it. Yes, I have been told I lack a sense of self preservation. Why do you ask? 

In September, I attended my fifth SCONY Mountain Weekend. It was as fun as ever. A friend of mine has said that it's incredible to him how each one can get even better than the last. It's hard for me to compare one to the next because I have a great time at all of them but also the crowd changes a bit each time. Some friends I really missed having there but I also met some really cool new people. I will say that I'd really gone into full Lea mode for this one and was probably at my most mischievous to date. Countless texts were sent teasing those who were soon to have me in their grasp (yeah, not the smartest move). I created disguises and and all sorts of elaborate plans that just never seem to quite work out for me... Song parodies were written and sung. My Sad Face was perfected and ignored along with my pleas to not be killed. Oh, and a first for me- I was caned. Twice. What a weekend. And I can't forget the awesome Peeps related gifts I received!


Usually that would've been it for my cross-country spanking trips of the year. But lucky me, I was able to swing a third one. In November, I attended the monthly SCONY party in New York City. I've never made it to one of those before since it's such a brief trip compared to the weekends, but it was great. Okay, maybe this trip was when my Sad Face was perfected and ignored along with my pleas not to be killed. I got to meet some new friends and spend time with many other good friends. I broke a personal record with how many times I played in such a short period of time. And also how quickly I bruised. Oww. I wrote about that trip here. Another first on this visit was having soap in my mouth. Blech. That's not something I care to revisit. That was accompanied by my hardest scene ever. I was quite the limit pusher this year.


I had two posts Chrossed this year: Sunday Strapping and Why You Won't Be Playing With Me. That's always exciting to get a chance to be discovered by new readers. I like all of my posts, or I wouldn't post them, but writing is such an individual thing. It seems that sometimes the things I put the most thought into expressing aren't near the most popular things that get read. Funny how that works. It's not a problem really, just an observation. I wonder if others feel the same way about things they've written. 

That brings us back up to the current time. December has been a flurry of holiday stresses that I'm happy to have be over and not deal with for another 11 months. If I hear one more person say, "but I wanted to get my appointment in this year because I've met my deductible..." I'll fucking scream. Sorry, off topic. I'll be happy when it's January 1st. :-) I got a new toy for Christmas. It's a cane. O_O Haven't tried it out yet but hopefully I'll have a story to share soon. I wish you all a safe and happy New Year. 

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas Isn't So Vanilla

Ah, the holidays. Obligations to spend time with family members you don't like and spend money you don't have. All those annoying things aside, Christmas is interesting in that it really sets off my spank-dar with all the references in vanilla advertising. There's been a commercial for the Jared Galleria of Jewelry I've seen many times over the past few weeks. It is advertising Le Vian chocolate diamonds and at the end of the commercial it says "Le Vian chocolate diamonds, they're anything but vanilla." It makes me laugh every time I hear it. It's about time they market diamonds for kinky people! It's a totally untouched demographic! And I must ask, who really gets diamonds and Lexuses for Christmas? Holiday advertising is laughable.

Another not so vanilla Christmas reference came in the form of a card I received from a friend. The front of it has a picture of a girl sitting in a chair facing a corner. Inside was written "If you aren't on the nice list by now, it's probably too late." Now this was sent by a fellow spanko friend but it came from Hallmark, not Fetlife. And with all the Santa references of naughty and nice and stores filled with panties like these--->
it makes one wonder what the vanilla people are thinking. Do they not see that all these things blatantly lead to spanking? I'm not the one with a skewed view here, they are! How can they not see it? Poor vanillas with their heads in the sand. They'll never know all the fun things one can do for Christmas.

I wish you all very happy holidays and may it include some of this-


Or this


Or this





If that's what you wish.

Merry Christmas! 

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Christmas Dreamin'

Melanie wrapped the last of the Christmas presents and placed it under the tree. She surveyed the living room to check that everything was in place for the big morning. It had been a stressful few weeks leading up to this with work, shopping, and family get-togethers but everything had come together, as it always did.

Her cell phone rang and she saw it was her husband. "Hi honey," she answered. "Is everything ready to go and hidden away before the kids and I come back home?" Chad asked. "Yes, everything is ready. See you soon. Love you," she said. "Love you, too. See you home in a few," Chad said before hanging up.

She laid out on the couch for a moment and quickly dozed off. She was startled awake when Chad and the kids came in through the front door. It had been that dream again. The one about Santa. Just push it out of your mind. You have more important things to focus on, she told herself. They all had dinner together and the kids went off to play downstairs. "Is everything alright?" Chad asked. "You seem stressed, distracted." "I'm fine," Melanie replied in a tone that opposed her statement. He raised an eyebrow at her and reminded her that he was there to help and she didn't need to overload herself. "I know," she replied. "I'm fine."

Later that night, they had finally put the kids to bed and were pretty tired out themselves. Their family had a tradition of leaving cookies and milk out for Santa. Melanie had laid everything out and with a glance of approval around the room, she turned the tree lights on and went to bed. A few hours later, she was disturbed from her slumber by a noise coming from the next room. What on Earth was that? She got out of bed and went into the living room. Her jaw nearly hit the floor. She could not believe her eyes.

Standing next to the Christmas tree was Santa Claus, red suit and all. He had a bag over his shoulder and was unloading some gifts under the tree. As she stood there still in shock, he noticed her in the doorway. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" he bellowed. "What are you doing in my house?" she finally managed to utter. This cannot be happening. Santa Claus isn't real! This is crazy! "You're.... you're... breaking and entering!" she screeched. "I'm going to call the police!"

"Now, now, young lady," he said, "I come bearing gifts and this is how you treat me? Maybe something else needs to be bared." Her eyes widened as he took a few steps toward her and grasped her arm. He sat in a dining room chair, quickly upending her over his knee. "What do you think you are doing? Let me go!" His hand connected hard with her bottom, landing several swats across her pajama clad backside. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You can't do this!" Melanie cried out. "You better let me go right now!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He ignored her pleas and yanked down her pajama bottoms and panties. "Noooo noooo please, don't!" she begged. "I'll be good, I swear!"

"We'll see about that," Santa said as he delivered a flurry of swats to her bare bottom. SMACK! SMACK! "Owww owww please!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She kicked her legs furiously in a feeble attempt at freeing herself. He pinned her legs beneath his and continued the spanking in earnest. "You know, young lady, a lot us get stressed near the holidays," he lectured. "But you need to remember Christmas cheer and watch your attitude." SMACK! SMACK! "Oww oww you bastard! I'm going to scream and my husband will wake up and kick your ass!" Santa paused for a moment, chuckling. "I get the feeling that he'll agree with me that this is what you really need." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You have quite a mouth on you, I see that you're going to need a stronger lesson." he said. He pulled her up off his lap and stood, bending her over the chair. "Don't you move." He rummaged into his bag of toys, pulling out a long leather strap. "Oh please, I'm sorry, I really am!" Melanie attempted to bargain after seeing what he had in his bag of tricks. "Not yet. But you will be," Santa replied. He stood behind her, admiring the pink glow of her cheeks, before the strap connected with her tender backside. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! "Owww Owww!" He placed his other hand at the small of her back, keeping her from flying right off the chair. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

He could feel her stop resisting as the strapping continued. The only other sound in the room was her quiet sniffling. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?" he asked. "Yes sir, I really have," she said softly. He set the strap down on the table. "I believe you," he said. She turned around and hugged him tightly, momentarily forgetting about her throbbing bottom. He kissed her on the cheek and told her she better get back to bed as he had a lot more work to do that night. She wandered back to the bedroom in a daze and soon fell back asleep.

Melanie woke the next morning, immediately recalling her crazy dream from the night before. Being spanked by Santa, I must be losing my mind. She rolled over onto her back and cringed as her bottom brushed against the covers. She felt her backside and couldn't believe how sore she was.  She got up and looked in the bathroom mirror, strap marks clearly evident. No way that could have really happened. It's just not possible! Her head spinning, she rushed to get dressed before all the family would be coming over. As she rummaged through the closet, she failed to notice the Santa suit hanging in the back of Chad's side of the closet. He appeared at her side, holding her tightly. "Merry Christmas, sweetie," he whispered into her ear. "Merry Christmas."

About a year later...

Melanie awoke with a start upon hearing a noise in the living room. Memories of last year's Christmas Eve ran through her head as she went to check the other room. There he was again. Santa beside the tree. What is he holding? "Ho, ho, ho! We meet again!" he bellowed. Her eyes widened as the cane in his hand came into view. "Now the question is, have you been naughty or nice?"

The End

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Spanking Carols! (Part 2)



Carol Of The Canes
(to the tune of Carol Of The Bells)

Hark! How the canes
Mean wooden canes
All seem to say,
"Run, run away!"
The tops are here
Instilling some fear
To young and old
Meek and the bold

Whiish, Craack! Whiish, Craack!
That's how they smack
With a big swing
Bottoms stinging
One seems to hear
Words not of cheer
From ev'rywhere
Filling the air

Oh how they pound,
Raising the sound,
O'er hill and dale,
Telling their tale,
Gaily they swing,
While people scream,
Words not of cheer,
The tops are here
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

On, on they send
On without end
Their awful swing
Bottoms stinging

Swiish, craack, swiish, craack!


I'll Spank You For Christmas
(to the tune of I'll Be Home For Christmas) 

 I'll spank you for Christmas
You can count on me
 Please set out the straight backed chair
 And be in the corner standing

Christmas Eve will find you
Pulled o'er my knee
I'll spank you for Christmas
Happy holidays to lovers of spanking


Here Comes Mr. Top
(to the tune of Here Comes Santa Claus)


Here comes Mr. Top!
Here comes Mr. Top!
And he's got a cane!
Kiwi and Sarah and all the bottoms
try to run out of the way!
He starts swinging, girls are shrieking,
Bottoms burning bright
Hang your head and say your prayers
'Cause Mr. Top comes tonight

Here comes Mr. Top!
Here comes Mr. Top!
And he's got a cane!
He's got a bag full of implements
you won't want to see again!
Strap a'swinging, tears are streaming,
Bottoms try to flee from sight
He is near, cover up your rear,
'Cause Mr. Top comes tonight


The F.E.S.
(to the tune of The Grinch song)

Note- For anyone fortunate enough to not know what I'm referring to, the F.E.S is the Flesh Eating Strap which belongs to a... dear top I know. "Dear" is the safest adjective for me to use here...

You're a mean one, F.E.S.
You make me wish I couldn't feel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're unfortunately real.
F.E.S.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, F.E.S.
You play such an evil role.
Your leather is made by Satan
Shall we burn you? Let's take a poll!
F.E.S.

On second thought,
I wouldn't touch you with a
thirty nine and a half foot pole.

You're a vile one, F.E.S.
You know how to snatch away a smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
As a mouthful of awful Dial.
F.E.S.

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd ALMOST take the Dial.

You're a foul one, F.E.S.
You love to mess with my head.
You're made of blood, sweat, and tears
Can I just be shot instead?
F.E.S.

The three words that best describe me following you, are as follows, and I quote:

"Crying, dying, dead!"

You're a swatter, F.E.S.
You're the king of painful plots.
Now my bottom's a hot potato splotched
With red and purple spots,
F.E.S.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the
most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, F.E.S.
With a nauseous, super-naus.
You're vicious and detrimental
Wielded by a twisted boss
F.E.S.

You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!


Paddle, Paddle, Paddle
(to the tune of Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel)

He has a big old paddle
He made it out of wood
And when he's toppy and ready
I'll quickly learn to be good!

Oh paddle, paddle, paddle
He made you out of wood 
And when he's toppy and ready
I'll quickly learn to be good!

It has an evil body
With holes so short and thin
And when my bottom's tired
I give in and never win!

Oh paddle, paddle, paddle
He made you out of wood
And when he's toppy and ready
I'll quickly learn to be good!

The paddle's never playful
It takes away my grin
He points to the chair and says,
Bend over, let's begin!

Oh paddle, paddle, paddle
He made you out of wood
And when he's toppy and ready
I'll quickly learn to be good!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Defiance

Found at The Pink Papers
I glare at the corner so fiercely I'm surprised it doesn't bore a hole into the wall. No, I don't like this. This is not how I should be feeling. This is not the position I should be in. I did NOT do anything wrong.

"This can keep going all night, you know," he says from behind me. "Tell me why we're here."

I sigh loudly, easing up my glare at the wall. "I don't know, just like I said before!"

He shakes his head. "Get back over here." He sits on the couch and I lay across his lap as the spanking resumes. I kick my legs and bury my face into the cushion as his hand quickly turns my bottom pink. I do not want to hear him. I do not have the answers he wants to hear.

"Tell me why we're here," he says again. I bite down on my lip in frustration. "I don't know!" The swats get more intense to show his dislike for my response. "Have you figured out by now that 'I don't know' is not an acceptable answer? Tell me anything besides that." He pauses and rubs my bottom, waiting for my response. My glare returns, directed at the couch cushion this time. "I... don't... know..."

It's going to be a long night.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Versatile? Me?

Some of you may have observed the Versatile Blogger Awards floating around in blogland for the past few weeks. Erica Scott was awarded one and passed one on to me in this post here. Thank you, Erica!

The rules are:
-Link back to the award giver
-List 7 things about yourself
-List 15 blogs that you like, passing the VBA onto them

Hmm... 7 things about myself. I suppose I could write something silly like "I love spanking" or that I wish I was the person who invented Peeps but I think they are supposed to be things that aren't widely known. It's hard to think of something that I haven't already shared, but here goes.

1. I live in Utah but I've never gone skiing in my life. Anyone who has seen me try to even walk in a straight line will understand that this is best for my own safety and all surrounding trees/objects/people. Don't want any Tony Danza incidents. Plus I hate the cold.

2. I'm left-handed. My parents tried really, really hard to get me to be right-handed when I was young. They'd take things out of my hand and try to put it in my right hand to get me to do it that way, but it just wouldn't work. I guess I didn't listen so well then either. People point this out a lot too, is it that rare to be left-handed these days? I'm always getting comments like "Oh, a southpaw!" That goes on my annoyances list that will be covered in #4.

3. I've never learned to ride a bicycle. This goes back to the balance issue mentioned in #1, lol, but also when I was a kid all my friends and the whole world it seemed was within a few blocks so walking suited me just fine. When it didn't, I learned to drive.

4. I'm tall. 6 feet tall to be exact. Yes, I know this is abnormally tall for a woman. No, I don't need you to point out how tall I am, I'm well aware of it. This happens at least once a week. Random man in elevator: "Wow, did you play basketball in high school?" Me (what I'm thinking anyway): "Did you play miniature golf?" Why do people say such idiotic things? I hate elevator chatter to begin with, but won't get started on that. A 6 foot tall left-handed spanko woman, wow I am versatile. Or a freak. Versatile sounds nicer.

Also to the men of the world who are 5'10''- YOU ARE 5'10''! It's okay to be 5'10''. You saying that you are 6 feet tall so I must be 6'2'' pfffftt!! is not going to make you taller. Nor will me saying I'm 5'10'' make me any shorter. You should've seen the look on the face of that DMV employee when I even tried. The only thing that annoys me as much as pointing my height out is pronouncing my name incorrectly. It's my made up name and you better pronounce it how I say to! It's like "Lee," not "Lee-uh." Moving on...

5. I don't like change. Who wants a bunch of pennies lying around anyway? They are pesky things, always finding them everywhere. We should just change the smallest coin to be the nickel and things can only be charged in increments of 5 cents. Oh wait, that's not what I meant by change. I don't do well with things changing. That may be the case with many people, but likely not to the extent that even little things can bother me. Like my left and right speakers being swapped on opposite sides of my computer. I'll notice immediately and move them back. Same with any furniture or other things in my home or office. Why is that plant on the right side of the room now? Put it back!

6. I eat candy in even numbers. I don't like when things aren't even. If there are an odd number of pieces in a box, I'll give the rest to someone else. Even as a kid, I tried to keep things even. If there were 5 strawberry yogurts and 2 peach yogurts in the fridge, even if I really wanted a peach one I would just eat a strawberry one. I wanted to keep them even. Plus, I didn't want the strawberry ones to feel bad because they weren't being chosen as quickly as the peach ones. Omg, I'm just waiting for a psychiatrist to show up and comment on this post. LOL. 
 
7. I have a major fantasy of being spanked by someone dressed as Santa Claus. (Figured I'd throw something spanking related in here.) I know that probably sounds as corny and cliche as a schoolgirl scenario, but there it is. It would be a good girl spanking of course, because I'd be on the nice list. Why are you rolling your eyes?? Nobody ever believes I can behave...

When I first came across the spanking blogosphere, I followed maybe 5 blogs. Now I regularly read about 60. It's hard to pick out specific ones because there are so many great ones out there, but here are some of my favorites.

A Consensual Spanker
  Mr. A is a thoughtful top and personal friend. He's new to the blogosphere and I look forward to reading more from him.
- Alex In Spankingland
  Alex always has me captivated, laughing, or both with her stories.
- American Spanking Society
  Todd and Suzy always have a wide variety of material to read, from party updates to polls.
- Blossom and Thorn
  If you haven't read Season and Michael's fantastic blog, it's time to quit living under that rock!
- Chross
  Chross is the man who keeps track of it all, a weekly list of great posts and constant updates of any spanking related media.
- Come Play With Me
  Sarah Thorne's blog is a favorite. From humorous rantings to thoughtful stories and party updates, there is something for everyone here.
Dave Wolfe of Wolfie Toons!
  Dave Wolfe is a wonderful cartoonist who covers the subject that is so close to our hearts. And the puns abound on this blog! Can't forget the puns.
- Ecce Spanko
  Dioneo is a must read for those who love art and a bit of poetry with their spanking material.
- Erica Scott
  Erica is a spanking video star, author, and fellow left-handed bottom whose wit always keeps me coming back for more!
- Finding Sara
  Sara provides an honest, thoughtful, and sometimes humorous take on life in DD.
- Heart And Soul
  Ronnie is one of my favourite (I spelled it like she does ;) bloggers from across the pond. One of my must reads.
- Hermione's Heart
  Hermione is one of the most versatile bloggers out there with daily posts ranging from Complete the Caption to Wednesday Win and plenty of personal stories, too.
- love honour and obey
  Kiwi shares her journey into DD with a realistic and relatable voice.
- Mischief Managed
  Rayne is a blogger I'm fortunate to have met in real life and I always enjoy reading her updates.
- My Bottom Smarts
  Bonnie is the queen of the spanking blogosphere. She keeps a massive blogroll in tact so we can all find each other and always poses thought provoking questions in her weekly brunch.
- Poppy's Submissions
  Poppy writes so beautifully and sometimes I feel like she's taken the thoughts out of my head and placed it on paper in a way that I never could.
- Richard Windsor
  Richard has a massive collection of high quality spanking pics that he's kind enough to share with us, plus personal stories and party updates too.
- sugar refined
  Sugar shares her honest take on her journey into a life in DD.
- The Pink Report
  What can I say about Pink? I'll sum up her writing in 3 words. Thoughtful. Funny. HOT!
- Words On The Bottom
  Wordsmith always has a collection of great pictures mixed in with humorous posts.

Okay so for anyone counting, that was 20 blogs not 15. We all know that I have a hard time following rules. To keep things versatile, I'll end with this Rudolph video that had me nearly rolling on the floor laughing the other night. Enjoy!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Spanking Carols! (Part 1)

During last year's holiday season, some friends and I turned nearly every Christmas tune into a spanking parody. But this involved me, so of course the Peeps could not be left out. "Peep" rhymes with "tree" and it just went downhill from there. So here is my little song to the tune of O Christmas Tree, followed by a few others I wrote.


O Christmas Peep

O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
You are so very tasty;
O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
You are so very tasty;
Not only trees when winter's here,
But also chicks at Easter.
O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
You are so very tasty!

O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
You are so very sugary;
O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
You are so very sugary;
How often has the Christmas Peep
Afforded all the greatest glee!
O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
You are so very sugary!

O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
Your colors shine so brightly!
O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
Your colors shine so brightly!
From green to pink, yellow and white,
There's only splendor for the sight.
O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
Your colors shine so brightly!

O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
How good Just Born has made thee!
O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
How good Just Born has made thee!
You know who the true and faithful be,
We love our Peeps unchangingly.
O Christmas Peep! O Christmas Peep!
How good Just Born has made thee!

The Twelve Days Of Christmas (Lea style)
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
 a spanking over his knee
 On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
 Two burning cheeks
 And a spanking over his knee
 On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three scoldings
 Two burning cheeks
 And a spanking over his knee
 On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Nine hairbrushes
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Ten tears-a-streaming
Nine hairbrushes
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eleven wooden paddles
Ten tears-a-streaming
Nine hairbrushes
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve minutes in the corner
Eleven wooden paddles
Ten tears-a-streaming
Nine hairbrushes
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
And a spanking over his knee

Spanking Christmas
(to the tune of White Christmas)
I'm dreaming of a spanking Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tops say "Listen!"
And bottoms glisten
Their heat melting all the snow

I'm dreaming of a spanking Christmas
With every apology card I write
Where the day brings "sorries" and feeling contrite
And a bottom glowing bright

I'm dreaming of a spanking Christmas
A top with a long list in sight
While their day may be merry and bright
My bottom will be burning all night!

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Why You Won't Be Playing With Me

The spanking world has a lot of really good people in it. I've made many amazing friends because of it. And for the most part, they are great people. But just like any group of people in any area of life, there are those who just stand out. In a bad way. You know the ones, we've all seen them. The lurkers. The Creepy McCreepy's. The ones who seem to have missed the basic social skills course in school. The ones who complain about everything.

This post is for them. Of course, part of their problem is that they are clueless and often don't recognize that they even fall into that category. But I will soldier on and try to educate them anyhow. And for others, these are traits of a person you just may want to steer clear of. Here are some of the things that may cause a person to be labeled as someone to avoid or a Creepy McCreepy (props to Miss Chief on FetLife for creating that term). Listen up!

Let's do this David Letterman style.

Top 10 Reasons Why Nobody Is Playing With You At The Party:

10. You forgot to check your woe is me attitude at the door.

The fact of the matter is, you make your own good time. If you are focusing all your attention on how so-and-so played with person A and person B but not you, you're off to a bad start for the night. Your whining is not appealing to others. We all have insecurities. We all can get into a funk from time to time. But if you are feeling that badly, it is probably best to save your 40 bucks and pass on the party until another time. Come back when you feel like having an enjoyable time with some like-minded people.We are pretty awesome company.

9. You didn't put any effort into getting to know people.

The spanking world can seem like some sort of fantasy world come true, especially when you are new. Wrapping your head around the fact that there are others out there who are on the same wavelength as you is a lot to take in. But guess what? We are all still regular people, kink aside. Use common sense like you would in any other social setting. It's not much of a stretch to figure that people would like to at least have a conversation with you before letting you put your hands on their body.

8. You are ill-informed.

Most groups are pretty clear with what their thing is all about and what's NOT okay to do at their events. You should be able to get a feel for if this is the place for you or not. If you were too lazy to read through their website before attending and shelling out your money, you only have yourself to blame. And you're a dumbass. Can't leave that part out. What? You mean this ISN'T a swingers group? D'oh! Read the rules, dumbass.

7. You are a lurker.

 Respect people's personal space. Yes, by the nature of what we do, some of us get up close and personal at times. But that comes with having an established relationship with someone. Nobody likes having someone in their face all the time. Have you seen Seinfeld? Watch out for being a close talker. Also, some people may choose to play in the middle of the party space. Keep a respectful distance. They are not there as your eye candy.

6. You have a sense of entitlement.

That doesn't tend to bode well with others. Okay, you paid your money to get into the party. So that means you are guaranteed to play, right? Um, NO. The rest of us paid to attend too. Nobody is obligated to do anything with anyone. Figure that out now and save yourself some grief. This is all based around the idea of consent. That has to be given by both people involved.

5. You don't handle rejection well.

We have all dealt with rejection. Did you hear that? We have all dealt with rejection. Even the seemingly ultra popular well established folks in the scene have had it happen. Seriously. Does it suck? Yeah, it does. There are many reasons for someone to not want to play with you. It isn't necessarily a bad thing, some people just don't click. But guess what? They aren't obligated to give you an explanation. No means no. Just leave it alone and move on. There are other fish in the sea. Following someone around the room and making them uncomfortable by asking them repeatedly is just going to get your ass booted from the event.

4. You are seriously lacking in social skills.

I understand that some people are just shy. I'm that way myself, especially when meeting new people. If that describes you, come say hi! Everyone is friendly and we really won't bite, I swear. That's a different party. ;-) If shyness isn't the issue and you just don't know how to talk to people, here are some basics to starting a conversation. You- "Hi, I'm (fill in name). Nice to meet you." Person A: "Oh hello, I'm (fill in name), nice to meet you too!" Jumping straight to "Can I put my hands all over your ass?" is not recommended.

3. You have trouble respecting limits.

To tie in with #5, no means no. There is not room for interpretation here. You do not want to earn the reputation of being someone who didn't respect someone else's limits. It will not be long before no one wants to touch you with a 10 foot pole. Everyone has preferences and limits. And those limits can differ from person to person. You may see Top A yank me around the room by my ear. That doesn't mean you get to do that. Top A and I know each other well and we have our own dynamic. Work on establishing your own relationships with people and don't expect to copycat others.

2. You stink.

Literally. Have a whiff, we'll wait. .......... Am I right? This goes back to common sense. Practice good hygiene! Seriously! It is baffling the amount of bad stories I've heard about this sort of thing. It's such an easy dilemma to resolve. Shower before you arrive. Brush those teeth and gargle. If you're moving around a lot in a crowded room of people, it's probably getting hot. People sweat. It happens. Carry a handkerchief. Keep a stick of deodorant in your pocket. I assume all venues have bathrooms. Use them. Go freshen up from time to time. Do something about it. If someone offers you a breath mint, maybe it's a hint. Take it and say thank you.

1. You are an asshole.

Let's call a spade a spade, shall we? If you fall into this category, I'm not sure that I can help you. You probably go throughout life wondering what everyone else's problem is. But if you think about it, what is the common factor here? YOU. You are the problem. You can probably relate to several other things on this list as well, but have your head too far up your ass to realize it. You may have been called a Domass in the past. It's NOT a compliment. If you've realized that I'm talking about you, maybe there is a glimmer of hope for you after all. Take a few moments to evaluate why you are an asshole and let me know how that works out for you.

In summary, if you use common sense, conversation skills, and common courtesy when encountering others, I think you'll be okay. Don't push too hard. If you go just with the expectation of meeting some fun people, I bet you'll enjoy yourself. If you end up playing too, added bonus. But please, don't be like this guy. -----> Creepy Guy video starring Richard Windsor and Pixie Wells.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Broken


My nose is in the corner  
Butterflies rage fiercely in my stomach
It's maddening not seeing what he is doing 
Only hearing his movement and the unzipping of bags.

My senses are on edge
I flinch as he approaches behind me and makes me face him.
That look he gives me, those words he says,
I cannot bear to look him in the eye.

He guides me to bend over the chair
I jump as the hairbrush comes down hard across my bottom.
I feel his hand at the small of my back
Keeping me in my place.

He asks me a question
As I hear the cane swish through the air.
Answer him! 
But the words stick in my throat

SWIIIISH CRAAAACK! SWIIIISH CRAAAACK!
The sting of the cane reverberates through me
I know the answers
Why won't they come more easily?

His tone, those words,
Are like a pin prick to my heart
Tears fall silently down my face
The taste of salt and regret reaches my lips

I gasp as the strap connects hard and fast with my tender flesh
The swats continue as my mind battles itself.
I can't take the pain. Yes, I can.
I earned this. I need this.

Submission overcomes me, that word I cannot say aloud.
Why do I fight it so?
He always wins
We both do.

He breaks me
Then helps put the pieces back together
"I don't want to have to do this again. But I will."
"I know, sir. I know."