Thanksgiving Thigh Turkeys! (Video)

Thigh Turkeys from Malignus <3

This year, I'm spending Thanksgiving with my wonderful husband, YS, and Beth Eisley, who flew all the way from Lemon Grove to spend some time with us over the holidays. Malignus will be joining us next week, and then the four of us will drive up to NYC for the SSNY Christmas Party. The next couple of weeks are going to make for a very happy holiday me! There will also be plenty of spankings in my very near future! I have much to be thankful for. :)

In the meantime, I'd like to share a video that feels right for Thanksgiving. For those of you unfamiliar with thigh turkeys, they're an awesome addition to any Turkey Day! Malignus invented them 2 years ago around this time, and they've since become quite the popular leg accessory. Rather than explain how this is done, I'll just skip to the video!

This was filmed at Shadow Lane 2013 and features TheCaringJoe giving me quite the memorable thigh turkey. It was honestly quite impressive and left me more than a bit breathless and grasping for hugs in the aftermath. And yes, that is Malignus laughing at me in the background. :P

It takes a minute to fully bloom, but once it does, you can really start to make out the hand print. Then all it takes it a bit of imagination, and voila! Thigh turkey!

With a bit of artistic enhancement, you can see how the print easily transforms into a turkey. I'm particularly fond of the little bruise that looks like a bow around her neck! :D

Happy Spanksgiving!!!

Thank you! (LOL 8 Day Paddling Video)

Love Our Lurker's day brought way more attention to my little blog than I ever expected. In all honesty, my biggest fear of offering an incentive spanking video was that I wouldn't get any comments and feel silly for trying. That definitely didn't happen, and I want to thank each and every one of you for saying "hello" and making me feel so welcome in the blogging community!

The comments mean more than you know, and I feel all sorts of happy about them, even if they each mean another swat! (YAY for another swat!) ^.^

Sooooooo....

Without further ado.....

The video itself!

In total, there were 39 comments. YS (because Beth Eisley is insightful and awesome and knows how mean and unfair he is) decided to count ALL the comments from the time the post was published until the video was made, including MULTIPLE comments from the same person!

I may protest too much, but I genuinely hope you enjoy it! :)

<3

Love Our Lurkers Day!

Today is the 8th annual LOL (Love Our Lurkers) day, which is an event created by the lovely Bonnie over at My Bottom Smarts! Its purpose is to engage some of the silent readers who make up the majority of our blogging traffic but who may be too shy to say hello.

I've really only been blogging for a short time and doubt I've acquired many lurkers, so it feels sort of odd to be writing this particular post. That being said, I've already been astounded by the amount of traffic I've gotten from all over the world, and I'd love to know who you are! Besides, I think it's a wonderful idea and I want to participate, so I will! :)

To be honest, I was a lurker for WAY longer than I've been a blogger. I spent well over a decade poking about on the internet, fascinated by the various blogs that detail the wonderful world of spanking, and wishing I was brave enough to say hello. A little over a year ago, I did just that. It was far easier than I expected and I'm glad I did! Ultimately, interacting with the sites I enjoyed gave me the impetus to start my own blog and begin sharing some of my adventures with this wonderful community of ours.

Hello!

So if you're like me and spend more time than you'd like to admit silently scouring the internet for the stuff we love so much, let this be your excuse to peek out and say "hi!" It would make me all sorts of happy to hear from you!






Or perhaps you need some encouragement? After all, this is a spanking blog! And if you've read anything about me at all, you gotta know how much I love spankings! So, here's your carrot (don't worry, there's no stick - at least not for you!): 

For every comment I get on this post, my husband YS will give me one swat with this paddle. We'll then post the video for you to enjoy! So if you'd like to see my bottom paddled 'til it resembles the photo above, leave a short note or just a hello! It's kind of a win-win situation! <3

Cold and Bored (and Spanked!)

I hate being cold. It is exactly as bad as being bored. When the two are combined, I've been known to cry. I kid you not! It's serious business, cold and bored.

Being the sometimes masochist that I am, I mentioned this to my sadistic Dominant, Malignus, some time ago. He apparently tucked this bit of information away for future reference.

I visited him in October, which is a time of year that is rather chilly in South Dakota. Much to his delight, this meant he got to use the wretched weather against me. I was told to bring warm clothes but that I had to ask his permission to wear them. This resulted in a fit of begging each and every time we went outside. I still retained my dignity, though... sort of.

To be fair (and avoid accusations of "That's too mean!" and "What if you'd gotten sick or injured?!"), I'd like to assure you that he never made me wear anything less than he himself was wearing and he always listens to me if I genuinely feel I'm in danger. And (as much as I hate to admit it), you can't get sick from being cold. The lower temperature actually inhibits the growth of bacteria. Why do you think hospitals are always so cold?! Anyway, this was in fact an exercise in making me suffer but did not in any way threaten my well-being. :)

On day 3 of my visit, he decided we would go for a walk outside in the cold, and we'd be traveling without the benefit of shoes or a coat. After a bit of whining and making sadface at him, we headed out. I was wearing yoga pants and a 3 quarter length t-shirt that wasn't very warm. We trudged out across the grassy lawn, and I felt the cold grass crunch under my feet. I was going to die. I knew it. It was too awful. I was COLD! I wrapped my long hair around my arms and was grateful for the extra protection. It reminded me of this squirrel, who clearly requires blankets and cuddles!

After shivering and looking as sad as possible for what probably lasted no more than 10-15 minutes, we headed back inside. The warmth of his apartment felt so good, and I was looking forward to wrapping up in a blanket with a warm drink and snuggles and Star Trek. Instead I heard him go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. He emerged smiling, which is never a good sign.

"Come here," he said, and extended his hand.

I ran behind the couch to hide, although I knew it wasn't a good idea to run from him. I realized what I'd done and started to panic. Instead of scolding me or chasing me down, however, he calmly waited for my head to peek up over the arm of the couch.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Please don't!"

He looked slightly amused and offered me an unexpected compromise. "Be a good girl and you'll get a nice, long handspanking after it's over."

My ears perked up. After all, is there really anything better than a long handspanking for being a good girl? Not in my world there isn't.

I slowly approached him and extended my arm so he could take it and lead me into the bathroom. The shower was on and the room was not steamy. He pulled back the curtain and pointed at the stream of cold water. "Get in," he instructed me. As slowly as possible, I stepped into the shower and immersed myself. My respiratory rate accelerated, and I sucked in a few short breaths before making myself calm down and accept my reality. I walked myself through the mental exercise he'd taught me to use.

I am cold. He wants me to be cold. I always have a choice, and I choose what he wants because that makes me happy. It really does make me happy. I want to be cold!

Calmly, I stuck my head under the awful stream and slowly turned, drenching every inch of me. My clothes clung to my skin and made me feel colder. Soon he appeared and put me in the back corner of the shower, leaving me to shiver as he departed again. I studied the grout and thought about how boring the tile looked. I couldn't hear anything except for the water falling, and I was cold. Cold. And. Bored. Oh my. 

After an eternity, he opened the curtain and removed the showerhead from its perch, spraying me from head to toe with the cold water. I endured it. "I love you," he assured me, and I replied similarly. In less than a moment, the water was warm and comforting and wonderful and all over me. When it stopped, he produced a towel and a dry bra and thong. I changed out of my wet clothes, dried myself, and put on the warm ones.

I emerged to find him waiting for me in the bedroom, looking proud and smiling that self-satisfied smile of his I love so much. "Thank you, Sir. I love you!" I exclaimed. "You're welcome," he replied and assured me he loved me too before taking me in his arms and warming me up. Before long I was placed over his lap, and I really did feel like a good girl as he spanked me. It was like all the cute bunnies, rainbows, snuggles, candy, and Christmas presents got together and happened to me at the same time, only with a spanking!

After the spanking, I was quite definitely floating. To make matters better, I then got all the cuddles. All of them. They were good cuddles! :)

Next he handed me my dry clothes, and I pulled them on slowly, avoiding my tender spots. They were warm! He'd put them in the dryer so they'd be extra toasty for me, and they were!

I dried my hair and then we headed out. He took me to a nice restaurant, and we had a lovely date. It was all romantic and stuff and I felt like the most loved girl in the entire place! I probably was. Regardless, I felt it. :)

The next day, it became apparent that the Dept of Health and Safety had visited and declared the shower to be un-inhabitable! *gasp*

He apparently had a different opinion on the matter. Thankfully, I like it when he wins.

<3

Good Girl Spankings and Evil Rubber Snakes

Last month, I visited Malignus in South Dakota. The several days I spent there were kind of amazing, and it gave YS and Beth Eisley a chance to visit each other as well. We all won!

I'd really been looking forward to this trip. It was the first time we'd been alone together for more than a few hours, and I was all kinds of pleased about being his for nearly a week. To be honest, I was mostly excited about cooking for him, making him sandwiches, watching Star Trek while laying over his lap, and being domestic together. Of course I was happily anticipating the spankings and all the mean things he had in store for me as well.

I enjoy all sorts of spankings from lots of different people, but there's something special about playing with Malignus. He's my Dominant, and I love him. He knows how my brain works and what my body is capable of sustaining. I trust him, and he knows that. For a number of reasons, he completely brings out my submission in a way most people do not. I absolutely adore the way that feels.

I arrived in SD on a Wednesday morning, and Malignus picked me up from the airport. Unlike my last trip out west, this time I forgot zero things! I didn't miss my flight, I had my cell phone, and I didn't even need to shower in the airport! Elleewin!! Once back in his apartment, I soon found myself rewarded with a good girl spanking! This was probably the best thing ever and way better than the caning I got when I forgot my phone. It provides a very good reason to travel responsibly from now on!

He gives the very best good girl spankings, and it was exactly what I wanted most in the world. He put me over his lap, bared my bottom, and wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me securely. I relaxed into the vulnerability of my position and accepted the dominance he offered me. "You're a good girl" he assured me. He started out at a slow, steady pace and gradually spanked me harder and faster until I was glowing from the inside out, and also on my bottom! The pace eventually slowed, and I gently came back to reality. I sat up and crawled into his lap to start making up for all the snuggles I'd missed since we last saw each other.

Soon enough, with the cute cuddly stuff taken care of, he determined it was time to be mean and reacquaint me with the little rubber snake he's been so fond of lately. It's a rubber toy snake that he took a liking to last year at a cabin party in Colorado. It's really lightweight and whippy, so it can be used almost anywhere without causing any real damage. 

Holding it by the head, he whipped me with it all over the fronts and backs of my thighs, leaving little thin, burning welts all over my pale skin. He then used a bamboo cane to give me a few extra strokes over the criss-crossed marks. I'd never felt a bamboo cane before, and I can't say that I am too terribly fond of them. They are horribly ouchie!

The damage was clearly confined to the surface, so he proceeded to explore the other areas of my body that he could effectively torture. The next spot he settled on was my stomach, and soon I found myself laying on my back with my shirt raised, looking up at a smiling sadist with a rapidly descending toy snake in his hand. It seared into my skin, and I tensed as the pain spread through the stunned nociceptors and made its way up to my brain. He landed one with the tail, and then gripped that end and let the snake's head land just a few centimeters higher. It left a beautiful imprint that included the snake's head and spit tongue. It was so pretty! I simply had to take a picture!

Next he whipped my arms, which stung as much as you'd imagine! The little marks from the tail are still barely visible, and I've felt so sneaky wearing long sleeves to work over the last two weeks.

So there I was, well loved and well spanked, and thoroughly whipped from head to toe. It was a good first day. Soon we made dinner together and settled in to watching a movie. As I tucked my head under his arm and flopped my legs over his lap, each movement reminded me of how much he loves me and what a lucky girl I am.

Yet in the back of my mind, my thoughts returned to the cat-centric pranks I'd been planning for months, and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd gone too far...