Ruminations

Marty walked in the door and saw Karen sitting at the table, laptop open and fingers moving along the keyboard.

“I guess you finally ran out of things to do,” he said to her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been procrastinating for weeks now.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I think you do.”

“Well, you’ll have to explain it to me, because I don’t.”

“Lord, you are being dense. You are finally on the computer doing something other than blogging or playing games.  I assume you are finally getting ready to write again.”

“Oh, that.  No, I was just going over some of my files.  Nevertheless, you are right; I have been procrastinating because I just haven’t had anything running around in my head.  You know how I am.  I get on a kick, it consumes me and then it leaves as quickly as it started. You always tell me you’re glad I don’t feel that way about you.  Truthfully, sometimes I do but luckily for you I get over it,” I laughed.

By the look on his face, I knew that if I wasn’t sitting down he would be swatting my ass.  I wish he would pull me up out of the chair and do just that, but knew it wouldn’t happen.  Why is that after all this time he can read some things so well, and others not at all?

Marty went off to do other things, leaving me sitting there and thinking about how and when my fascination with spanking started. I remember only receiving three spankings when I was little, there may have been more considering my personality, but obviously, they weren’t memorable enough.  The first time I spied someone receiving a spanking, I was about seven or eight. I was playing with John Flynn who lived across the street from school. I remember going over and being on the swing set when his grandmother called him inside. I heard his grandmother lecturing him that he was supposed to be doing homework, not playing and the next thing I knew he was leaning over the back of the chair, pants down, getting spanked with the hairbrush he had to retrieve. I could hear him crying but was too fascinated to leave and just watched as he continued receiving those spanks.  His grandmother, realizing I was still there came to the door and told me he would not be coming back outside. John never played with me again, he was probably too embarrassed.

After that, anytime there was a TV show or a movie that contained spanking, I was glued to the scene and kept reliving it time and again.  I devoured books then, as now, and if it contained a spanking, the page would be dog-eared and would be read and re-read.

Through the teenage years, the fascination continued and I always seemed to choose my dates (boyfriends) on whether or not I thought they might deliver a real honest to goodness spanking.  I was threatened a couple of times and even received an occasional swat here and there but never did I receive the spanking I desired. 

When I met Marty, I thought sure I had met the man of my fantasy.  He was a natural dominant and I figured it would only be a matter of time before I ended up over his knee. I remember one time biting him,  sure that would get me the spanking I not only wanted but also deserved.  The poor guy had bite marks and a bruise for weeks but much to my disappointment, my fanny remained lily white.

Occasionally, I would get a couple of swats, or he would pull me across his hip and his hand would meet my bottom, but that was it.  Nothing like what I imagined or wanted.  A couple of years into marriage, I found the words and told him about my desire to be spanked.  He never blanched and that night he took me over his knee. I was thrilled and he seemed to enjoy it for a time but I kept directing the situation and when it was over, I was totally dissatisfied that the actual happening did not begin to match my fantasy and obviously I tamped down whatever excitement he initially felt because it didn't happen again.  After that, I lived in my fantasy world of books and movies, and neither one of us brought it up again until years later.

My fantasies lived on but my hopes of Marty being the dominant partner in our marriage dwindled.  Don’t get me wrong, he was strong but I knew how to get my way in every way but one.  And you know what, it’s a good thing. He was much wiser than me.  As I found the spanking blog community and read all that some domestic discipline relationships entailed,  I realized I only wanted a domestic discipline lifestyle in my head.  I would have balked at every turn and chances are we would have not made our forty plus years. Not that I wouldn’t mind and even still fantasize about having a relationship much like some bloggers whose partners will occasionally deliver a discipline spanking in amongst the sexual ones, but it isn’t what I really wanted on a full time basis.

For us, spankings are purely sexual and through the years I have learned to voice my wants more freely. I buy most of the implements and initiate most of the spankings but he is the buyer of the other sex toys.  He has benefited too as I have fulfilled some of his fantasies.  Others will remain fantasies and our sex life now includes things that would once upon a time have made me blush and/or cringe. Occasionally when I have really been able to get under his skin, either intentionally or accidently, he will spank a little harder than I anticipated, but it is rare and on those occasions our ‘dancing’ is hotter than ever, in more ways than one.

I hear the door open and footsteps coming into the room and it breaks my reverie.

“Hi honey, glad you see you’re still at the table.  It must mean your writing block is over.”  He comes to look over my shoulder.  “I guess not,” he says as he sees the blank page.

“You could help you know, a little inspiration would be welcome,” I tell him.

“Not now, sweetie, I’m in the middle of something, maybe later,” is his response.

A girl can hope can’t she.  Maybe later, hope springs eternal. Maybe eventually you'll have another story to read.  Right now there’s a red barn in the next pasture that’s been catching my eye for a while.  I guess I’ll dig out my water colors.

The Truth Is

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I will say that if Sunny is a serial killer she’s not very good at it. (The payoff wasn't high enough and I ran out of black bags).

I got clean away and I’m back home with Nick. If she didn’t kill me for the gift of the cane, I think I’m in the clear. (As for the cane, that is another story.  I've never been quiet about how I feel about that particular item even if I've never experienced the feeling.  Ray really wanted me to thank PK, she may die yet)

This trip originated as a reward for working on losing weight. We reported to each other as well as a few others. Sometimes it was tough going, but we didn’t do so badly.  Sunny said I could post her picture as long as I didn’t identify which one she was – so I’m not telling. Unfortunately, I've given enough clues that Cat figured out which one was me.

We did the usual Las Vegas stuff, gambling, drinking, picking up prostitute – no, wait, that wasn’t us. We got tattoos, lay out by the pool in our bikinis, and soaked in the hot tub. But don’t worry, before the trip was over we saw the error of our ways and got religion.

All true except for the last part, I know there are pictures to prove otherwise, but I didn't get any religion, just a habit that didn't fit very well.

Come on really want did you all expect? More than you shared.

 We’re two semi-respectable middle-aged women (debatable)– we talked, and talked, and talked. We talked about writing, we talked about our families, we talked about blogging, about bloggers, about our childhood, our husbands, and many of the same things we all talk about on blogs. How spanking works in our lives, what we want, need, you name it.  In between all this conversation we went to the strip and walked, and walked and walked – finally giving up and grabbing a cab back to the hotel. It was after that that we hit the hot tub and boy did it feel good. (Some probably wouldn’t describe our bathing suits as bikinis – but I’m telling this story.) No one would consider them bikinis, the closest we came was PK who were a tankini. My suit never gets much use unless I'm in public, I'd rather be nude than deal with a wet bathing suit.

We ate well, but we didn’t really over eat, as Nick had warned against, we found a great place when we went downtown. Sunny and the waiter hit it off for sure, I had to watch her the next night when we went back again for soup and dessert.Contrary to what PK led you to BELIEVE I was not flirthing with Edward.  Can you BELIEVEiter was from the town in which I grew up?  We exchanged lots of stories even if he was quite a bit younger than me.  He told me about all the changes because all of my siblings moved away too, so we never go back.

I loved the downtown area – so very tacky and fun! That’s where we got our tattoos. If you've ever been there you know what PK is saying.  If not, you have to see to BELIEVE. Ray thinks I should make the tattoo permanent. I've had eyeliner and lips tattooed, that's enough for me.

It really was a great trip – two people who had met on line knowing at first that we had only one interest in common and not one you’d mention to your neighbor. But we had a ball, sharing a room with ease. We never even turned on the TV while we were there. It was absolutely all of the above.  We truly enjoyed each other and I felt as if we were great friends that just met for the first time.  We had no fist fights, word wars or anything.  Of course, it's because I am a Sunny Girl (don't tell PK).

 I think, for the most part, neither of us was shocked by the other. I will have to say that when we get old and begin reminiscing about our lives and all we’ve done, Sunny’s going to have better stories to tell than I will.  What PK fails to say is that I am older and therefore have had many more years to get those experiences.  I do have to say though that I have lived a charmed life and have had many memorable experiences, some when I was in an altered state, many when I was/was not completely aware. It's fodder for lots of laughs.

Not to worry – I can write fiction with the best of them. So can I.  

So there you have it, the true story. We had a great time and I am so glad we did it. There are so many of you I wish I could meet someday.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

April Fool's Day

A. Have you ever had sex in three or more positions in one session? Haven't you?

B. Have you ever had sex continuously for more than an hour? You mean sex lasts longer than two minutes, I've been lied to.

C. Have you ever devoted an entire day to sex and sexual activity (with time out for eating, etc.)? I'll have to check my diaries.

D. Have you ever been so loud having sex that housemates/neighbors commented or complained? Yes, especially when we did it in our pool and the sloshing water created a giant wave that flooded our neighbors yard.

E. Have you ever had your sexual technique/style/skill openly praised by someone?  Do animals count?

F. Have you ever written an explicitly erotic story? What do you think?

G. Have you ever brought your partner to orgasm using only your hands? Haven't they?

H. Have you ever licked or sucked on someone else’s feet and/or toes? Clean feet only, no sneaker toes.

I. Have you ever had sex with someone you’re not in a relationship with? Yes, but not in a long time.

J. Have you ever had sex simultaneously with two or more people? Do aliens count?

K. Have you ever had anal sex?  You mean IRL?

L. Have you ever gone out in public while wearing an anal plug? Again, you mean IRL?

M. Have you ever gotten really turned on by saying or hearing dirty talk? I do read and write.

N. Have you ever realized that you are much more sexually open-minded/kinky than most of your previous partners and/or friends? Yes

O. Have you ever been part of an S/M role play (master/mistress/slave), domination (as the dominant/submissive part), or being victim of pain (such as whipping, caning, hot wax on genitals, nipple clamps/genital clamps etc.)? There are no boxes to check.

P. Have you ever fantasized about or practiced orgasm control/denial? All the time and Ray hates it.

Q. Have you ever tried scissoring? Are you kidding?

R. Have you ever performed or received oral sex from a man?  WHAT?

S. Have you ever performed or received oral sex from a woman? Not that flexible.

T. How old were you the first time you had sex?  Can't remember that far back.

U. How many sexual partners have you had? Don't have enough fingers.

V. Have you ever practiced BDSM on yourself (bondage, nipple clamps, hot wax, et cetera)? What do you think I am, a masochist?

W. Have you ever had sex in front of other people? Does it could if I wore blinders?

X. Have you ever had a crush on a fellow blogger? .Jealous yes, crush no

Y. Have you ever had an orgasm without any direct stimulation (not counting dreams)? Why do dreams not count?

Z. Do you like being called dirty names during sex? Sexy yes, dirty no.

Thanks Faerie and Terps, hope you don't mind I put my own spin on this meme.

PK is the one on the left and I'm the one on the right.

HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY