The Nickel Jar

For a couple of years now, my husband, YS, has occasionally been referred to as the "Lucky F$%cking Bastard," a title which has only been reinforced since the lovely Beth Eisley came into our lives. I think it's pretty fair to say he's got a good deal going on with the two of us. On the flip side, however, sometimes we team up against him. After all, boys are occasionally stupid and hurt our feelings! What's to be done about it, you ask? Throw rocks at them! :P

Ok, so I'm not actually advocating the throwing of rocks, but it's still a cute meme that Beth showed me one night when we were collectively pouting about some great injustice. Since then, we've frequently referred to it whenever one of us is feeling slighted. On one of these occasions, we began wondering what we could do to turn such unfortunate events to our advantage. The conversation went like this:

ellee: If we had a nickel for every time boys were stupid, we'd be able to buy all the candy in the world!
Beth: I KNOW! We should start the "Boys Are Stupid Fund" and get everyone to contribute a nickel on Kickstarter.
ellee: HAH! YES!
Beth: We should get a jar. It should say "Boys Are Stupid" and "Deposit 5 cents to avoid a rock"
ellee: It should be one of those big pickle jars from Sams. Cause boys are frequently stupid.
Beth: We should also draw a rock.
ellee: Yes, that's necessary for motivation.

Aren't we clever? We certainly thought so. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? At this point I should mention that Beth brings out my mischievous side and has a special talent for making me believe I'll never get in trouble for whatever awesome thing we're planning. So far it hasn't exactly worked out that way, but there's a first time for everything, right?

We planned to make the jar when she arrived in late November to spend Thanksgiving with us. I'd saved a pickle jar, removed the label, and washed it so it was ready to be decorated. YS (who didn't know the eventual purpose of the jar) just thought we were being creative, so he helped us spray paint the top and cut a slit in the lid so we didn't hurt ourselves. We made a trip to Michael's for decorating supplies and a few substantial rocks, and by the following day, it was finished!

Behold! The Masterpiece!

You may be wondering what YS thought of our creation. In the first few days, I'm not sure if he knew what to think of it, but we acquired quite a few nickels. It was not uncommon for one of us to become offended, pout, and then point at the jar, exclaiming "that's a nickel!" Once the nickel was deposited, however, our pouts were replaced by squeals of glee in anticipation of the candy it represented. By the end of the week, YS actually grew quite fond of the jar. Apparently nickels are easy to come by and far simpler than assuaging the injured feelings of his favorite girls.

Having had such success with YS, I figured I would try my luck with Malignus, who was due to join us in a few days time.

ellee: When you come on Thursday, please bring nickels.
Malignus: I will see what I can do.
ellee: Thank you, Sir!

Little did I know that he would scour his apartment for all the nickels in sight. He was about to go to the bank for even more nickels when I felt guilty and assured him we didn't need that many. Apparently he thought it was for some project Beth and I were planning (which is sort of true!), and being the caring attentive boyfriend that he is, he wanted to encourage us by bringing ALL THE NICKELS! Is it any wonder why I love him?

So it was with no small amount of trepidation that I inquired about said nickels shortly after his arrival on Thursday. When he returned with a plastic baggie FULL of nickels, I started to giggle and pointed at the jar. "You owe me a nickel" I said in a very small voice. He inspected the jar and I noticed his grip on the plastic bag begin to tighten before it came down with a *thud* on the side of my left thigh. I hardly had time to exclaim "you're doing it wrong!" before I was being dragged upstairs and deposited over the side of the bed. With a firm hand pressing me into the mattress, he used the other one to hold that bag of nickles high in the air and bring it down onto my bottom with a solid swat. He continued to whack away at me while I dissolved into a fit of laughter at the absurdity of my situation. After a good six or seven smacks, the baggie met its untimely demise as it made impact with my bottom and sent it's nickel-y contents flying across the room like a pinata. At this point, he couldn't contain himself either and joined me in a good laugh as I collapsed onto the floor. I collected the coins and put them on a nearby table, looking up at him. 

By now, he'd collected himself and pointed to the edge of the bed. Ut oh. While I'd been gathering nickels off the floor, he'd somehow produced his belt and was looking distinctly less amused. "But whyyyyyy?" I whined. He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked, and I repositioned myself obediently. What followed was a surprisingly hard strapping that left me wondering why I thought I liked belts so much. Of course, Malignus can probably make anything hurt. Well, he did, and I was an unexpectedly sorry girl by the time he finished with me. Once it was over, I collected my snuggles, we exchanged "I love  you"s, and headed back downstairs to join Beth and YS, who undoubtedly enjoyed the auditory show.

Normally, the post would end here, however, this is a spanking blog, and there is a distinct lack of representation of my well-thrashed backside. I figured I should remedy that, so here you have it. My butt. Getting smacked. With a belt. Also nickels. :P

YS agreed to join me in re-creating an appropriate memory, because why not?! And with that disclaimer, please enjoy! ^_^

Christmas in NYC (The SSNY Party!)

My pretty after-party marks <3

On December 7th, I attended a party I've been looking forward to all year, the SSNY Christmas/Anniversary party, which occurs on the first weekend in December. Beth Eisley had been staying with us since before Thanksgiving, and Malignus joined us on Thursday so the 4 of us could drive up to NYC the following day.

On Saturday, Malignus and I ventured out into the city to spend a few hours together doing romantic couple things. Despite clear instructions, I took too long poking about the house, and we left 2 hours later than planned. We still had a lovely time admiring the Christmas decorations and then enjoyed a slice of delicious NYC pizza before heading home to get ready for the party. I felt badly about my dawdling and sincerely promised him I'd stick to his schedule for the rest of the weekend.

Hair by Beth, bow by Heather!

In the hours before the party started, the house our group had rented was full of adorable girls getting pretty in all manner of ways. Beth did my hair, and Heather gave me the most adorable red sparkly bow to complete the look. I sipped a glass of wine and bounced from room to room, alternating between doing my makeup and exchanging gifts with the girls. Before I knew it, it was well past the time we were supposed to leave, and I scurried past Malignus to grab my bag.

In my rush, I failed to notice that he was gripping Jenny (the evil wooden spatula). I stopped to assure I had everything I wanted in the Owie Owl Pack and suddenly felt the searing sting of that awful implement on the back of my right leg, just above the knee. You can still make out the mark in the photo above. In a split second, my attention was on him. He reminded me of my promise to stay on track, and we were out the door a few moments later and in a cab with YS and Beth.

Having been scolded, I was feeling rather small as we walked the two blocks down the street to the party. Malignus held my hand and didn't walk too fast so I could hobble along in my heels without falling. He smiled at me. "You look gorgeous," he assured me, and I felt like a good girl again. Finally we reached our destination and took the small elevator up to the party. The metal doors slid open, and there it was, all the goodness! We were greeted by Jules, Mike Tanner, and Miranda Marx, and my heart instantly lifted. There were lots of hugs, and my internal micro-bouncing began. We had the entire floor for the party, and it was full of Christmas and spankings and all of my favorite things!

Malignus and I at the party <3

This was an anniversary of sorts for me. Although I'd been to a couple of small private parties previously, one year ago was the first time I'd attended a more public party. It was also the first time I met a lot of people in the scene who I've since come to care for a great deal.

On that note, I entered the main room and immediately ran into a gentleman who was also the first person to spank me at the party a year ago. It was a great scene the first time, and I was more than happy to follow him into a play space and reconnect. I went over his lap and was instantly surprised by how firm his hand felt as it came down on my untouched bottom. I remembered having the same feeling the first time he spanked me, and I enjoyed everything about it. After warming me up OTK, he got up and directed me to lay over a cushion on the couch. He unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops (zoms so hot).  It was the same Italian belt he used the first time we played, and I knew I was in for a treat. I wasn't disappointed in the least!

After a lovely scene, we parted ways and I ran into RainySpanker, who is lots of fun to play with. He's a lot bigger than me and had taken to lifting me in the air over his head all weekend (I pretended I was flying, shhhh), which made me feel delightfully physically vulnerable. He effortlessly tossed me over his lap and proceeded to give me a truly wonderful spanking, which was interspersed with good conversation and rubs that put me into an amazing headspace. After we were done, I sat in his lap and got some A+ cuddles, and then I floated back to the party.

YS and I typically don't play at these sort of events. It's mostly because we have a limited amount of time and want to spend it with others we don't usually have the opportunity to see. For some reason, though, we gravitated toward one another this time and it just felt right. We slipped into one of the more private rooms and embraced. He always feels like home to me. I'm never insecure with him, and in his arms I feel like the best form of me. Over his lap I went, and we spent the next few minutes enjoying each other. He knows just what I like :)

Next I spotted Malignus across the room and went to touch base with him. He introduced me to YouKnowThis, who I promptly joined in a nearby space for a really fun scene. I always enjoy playing with new people. There's something really spontaneous about it, and it's a delightful way to get to know someone! He's very charismatic and immediately put me at ease. He guided me over his lap, flipped up the skirt of my red dress, and began spanking me firmly. He eventually handed me his phone so I could send a text to a friend of his, and I apparently missed a comma (oops!), so he stepped up the intensity a bit! It was all quite nice, and I returned to the party with a big smile on my face.

Smiley happy me promptly crossed paths with TheCaringJoe, and I was struck by the sudden urge to be over this man's lap. He gives a seriously great handspanking that always leaves me wondering how a hand could sting so much! He's also been a great friend to me this year. He makes me feel safe while still a little intimidated, which is a nice combination. So we found ourselves a space to play, he sat down, and I promptly leaped over his lap! There were spanks and cuddles and great fun was had by all!

By this point, the party had been going on for a while, and I hadn't yet played with Uncle Richard! This would be remedied. You see, this party marked the one year anniversary of the day I finally met Richard Windsor. I had a secret spanko crush on him for YEARS, and when I spotted him across the room one year ago, I psyched myself up, put a smile on my face, headed straight for him, and introduced myself. We proceeded to have a lengthy conversation that didn't culminate in a spanking that night, but it did plant the seeds for a solid friendship. The first time he spanked me was no more than a couple weeks later, and it was well worth the wait. Since then, he's been at all the parties I've attended, and we never miss out on playing together. He has been a highlight of my year. So, I clearly needed to find him. No sooner than I started to look, however, he appeared, and we headed off to find a space together. Ducking behind a curtain and into the little private area, he sat down on the couch and helped me over his lap. He positioned me so I was comfortable and my bottom was vulnerably resting over his knee.

Rich and I have had some really fantastic role play scenes together, a serious spanking that brought me to tears, and a few just-because-it's-fun spankings. This one would probably fall under the latter, but it also held a sense of importance that made it more meaningful than usual. He paid thorough  attention to my bottom and even the backs of my thighs, a habit he picked up at some point in our friendship! Afterwards, I sat myself up in his lap and planted a kiss on his cheek, wishing him a "happy anniversary!" And it was. Inasmuch as he's claimed I've had a positive effect on him this last year, I can also say he's done the same for me. I always feel special when spending time with Rich.

Soon thereafter, an announcement was made that we should gather in the main area because Santa was about to make an appearance! Sure enough, he was there, AND he had a bag full of candy! Still my beating heart! Candy! Santa! Christmas! Spankings! I was so beside myself with glee that I didn't even notice it was DrLectr under the Santa suit. :P

Along with the candy bag, Santa carried 2 lists, and he started to read off names from them, one by one. The girls on the Santa's list (the good girl list) got a nice spanking from Santa and a piece of candy. Much to the dismay of everyone in the room, Beth Eisley ended up on Santa's list! She proudly displayed her candy cane for all to see as striped sugary proof of her good girl status!

Thanks to DrLectr for the photo!

But there was a second list! Krampus's list! For the other kind of girls... and as Santa began looking over this particular list, Krampus himself appeared. Now he was actually scary. Dressed from head to toe in full out Krampus-style, complete with a really freaky looking mask and a bundle of switches, I was far too taken aback to realize it was StrictDave underneath. In retrospect, of course it was StrictDave, and he pulled it off quite well. But if I was too overwhelmed with Christmasy glee to recognize Santa, you can be sure I was too overwhelmed with vaguely intimidated morbid curiosity to recognize Krampus.

Soon Santa called my name, and I couldn't wait to get my candy cane! But much to my surprise, I landed on Krampus' list! At this point, I would like to draw your attention to the list on the left. Notice anything fishy? YES! EXACTLY! THERE ARE GOOD GIRLS ON THAT LIST! It must have been rigged, and for a moment I wondered if Santa didn't have a pet bunny that Beth was holding hostage, but I didn't have long to think much more on it. Having been condemned, I made my way over to the demonic looking creature in the center of the room and bent over as instructed, placing my hands on a table. I felt my skirt lift and rest on my back and then heard the swish of the thin switches before they burst into a lot of ouch across my bottom. I don't recall exactly how many strokes he gave me, but it was pretty effin' incredible. I'm a sucker for being spanked in front of a crowd anyway, but this was just too much fun!

Girl after girl was called up and attended to by Santa or Krampus, and it was great fun to watch! And for anyone rightfully worried about my lack of candy, Beth gave me hers in the end. Cause of course she really is a good girl! <3

After this display of holiday tradition, the party began to wrap up. Thankfully, I was able to sneak off with BradD for a quick OTK spanking that was as nice as ever. This man has really big hands and uses them quite effectively. He is always a pleasure to play with. After that, I floated off to find the rest of my group and ran into TopJosh. He and I have been trying to play with one another since meeting at BBW last year, and for one reason or another, it just hasn't worked out. I simply couldn't accept that we'd missed the opportunity yet again, so we darted into a space and tried to make the most of a few minutes. Unfortunately, we were cut quite short, but it was enough to provide ample incentive to connect again in the future. Next time, I'm going to track him down early!

After the party, we went out for sandwiches and then headed back to the house. StrictDave brought out parts of his Krampus costume and eventually produced the switches he'd used. He had a bunch of them. They were thin and smooth and long, and I really wanted to feel them again. He tied them together with a red piece of yarn and made them into a really pretty birch! It looked authentic and scary, so obviously I was dying to try it. I'd never been birched before, and this was far too enticing an opportunity to pass up. He re-wet the switches, which had apparently been soaked already. I draped myself over the back of a chair and waited, focusing my thoughts where I wanted them. I was surprised to feel cool water being poured over my exposed skin and savored the sensation of expecting something to hurt a lot. It did hurt a lot, but it wasn't what I anticipated. The little rods hopped over my skin, leaving a trail of tiny stinging lines. It wasn't overwhelming. It was kind of fantastic, really. Of course my brain was marinating in a lake of endorphins, so I had some help!

Party Aftermath :)

When he finished, I was sure I'd be covered in pretty pink welts, and I was, but to my surprise there were tiny little droplets of blood that dotted the surface of them. To be clear, I'm absolutely not ok with just anybody making me bleed, but Dave and I have played to the point of drawing blood in the past, he's aware of my limits, and he's an incredibly skilled player who I trust in this capacity. He's also always made a point of making sure I'm emotionally sound after an intense scene and that my primary partners are ok with it too. So please understand that this was 100% consensual but not an open invitation to just anyone. And if I'm being honest here, the sight of the birch with red-tinged tips was pretty freakin' hot! He then cleaned me up and put on some bandaids, and by the next morning, I was completely healed and ready to go again. Apparently the cuts were very superficial. So! My first birching was certainly an enjoyable and interesting experience and made for a perfect ending to a fantastic day. I should've remembered to get pictures while the effects were still fresh, but I didn't get any until a day or so later. Even so, you can see the remnants of the birch's effects on my bottom (along with a few other marks acquired over the weekend that extend down my legs)!

Sometimes I really do marvel at all the fun I get to have. I'm a lucky girl and I know it :)

Merry Christmas! (Video)

This Christmas-themed post comes to you a little late. I'm back in my home town for the holidays, and my internet access has been somewhat limited, so I'll just have to extend the holiday cheer by a few days. I hope you don't mind! :)

I love Christmas. I'm always down for a little egg-nog and Christmas carols, and this time of year makes me love everybody a little bit more. Even so, I've found my enthusiasm lacking this year. I think maybe it's because I upstaged my own Christmas with a better one a few weeks earlier. In early December, YS and I were joined by BethEisley for two weeks and by Malignus for a few days. Being surrounded by people I care so much about brought all my holiday glee to the surface. Topping that off with the SSNY Christmas party made for the sort of Christmas that easily outshines my own vanilla traditions.

Thanks to my wonderful husband, YS, however, no Christmas is truly vanilla. You can see the evidence in the video above, in which he treats me to a lovely midnight spanking in front of the Christmas tree. Even the puppy pops in for a look!

Spankings can make me feel so loved, and I especially crave that feeling over the holidays. Perhaps that's why I like this video so much. It takes all the loving, cuddly, domestic feelings I associate with spanking and combines them with the warm glow of a Christmas tree. I hope you enjoy watching it as much as I enjoyed making it!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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...