Spankfully Mine

Dear Anonymous, Your anonymity is not free reign to be markedly disrespectful or unkind. I do not moderate comments on this blog, because I believe in free speech and the right to air grievances. Of the few times there have been blatantly disrespectful comments, I have removed them without question, comment, or response. I did not give them space on the blog, but rather addressed any concerns therein in the story I selected for the next installment of our blog posts. But recently there was a comment made that I have decided to address directly. Not because I am fed up with comments. By all means, comment away! We love the interaction and it is part of what keeps a blog from becoming stale. This particular commenter accused Pura of some pretty harsh crimes after having read the trilogy of "Arrested" posts. Here is my response, reader, and please pay close attention to the meaning behind my strong words: Pura belongs to me. She is my loving, delightful, precious little

This story is about what happened near the beginning of our time together. We were adjusting to life in our new Vanilla-ish BDSM lifestyle. We were still very new and learning about each other. I was learning you were bossy. And I was learning you only hear what you want to hear. *Pouty!* Here goes: _____________________________________ Pura was the easiest person in the world to get along with. Her desire to please and willingness to submit meant we never had an argument. She was true to her word that she would trust me. She yielded to me every time there was a disagreement. The first time it happened was our last day of classes. She announced she should get a job. “Why?” I asked. It was an innocent query without any judgment from me yet. “Classes are over now,” she told me as she wiped the counters down after dinner. “You only have a couple weeks of work left and then you’re off. I am not taking summer classes; I could get a job and help pay the bills.” The idea

If you have been following the recent posts, you know that Pura and I are engaged . We finished our eternity-long visit with my family and are finally home again. We're happy to be home. Pura has already started laundry and is breaking out the mop and vaccuum (even though she did that the day before we left.) I offered to help, but she just gave me a skeptical look that in sub-speak means "go away." Then she sweetly suggested I update the blog. I am watching her now as she ties her hair up in a bandana and is starting the mop on the kitchen floor. Her little ring keeps catching the light from the windows and winking at me. Marriage is the last thing I would have expected for my life. I have never thought about it seriously. Possibly because marriage is stated as a union between a man and a woman, and I could not imagine that ever appealing to me. But there is something very satisfying in the idea that Pura will be mine forever, by vows in front of an assembly, and even

That's right--new post on the heels of yesterday's new post, and we usually don't do that, Pura and I, but this could not wait. Trust me. And if you need to know what led up to this, you may want to start here  or even here at round two. ______________________________ This is the conversation I had with my sister in the car on the way to lunch, after leaving Pura in the hotel for a while on her own... to get into all sorts of blogging mischief, but we'll get back to that later. The conversation: "You're kinkier than I thought," my sister Julie teased me as we walked away from the hotel. "You have no idea." I glanced back at my beautiful Pura, standing in the doorway with her hair mussed and her eyes bright. She looked shocked that I was leaving her. As always, she looked beautiful when freshly spanked. Her cheeks glowed with color, and she had a submisive pout to her lips. She's so beautiful always, but there's nothing quite

Yep, Round Two! I am screaming inside, and a little outside, but quietly because I am in the hotel and I don't want to alarm the neighbors. Today, when we woke up, I was a little bratty. I'm tired and tense, but no excuses. Mistress has been her usual attentive self, and that was bothering me, too, because when I am bratting, sometimes I want her to be bratty back so I can feel justified. But she never does. She's all like "This is so sad that you feel this way" and "This must be very difficult for you." Bleck! Finally, I think she had had it. She turned off the TV and said, "I think we had better talk." My brilliant answer? "I don't want to talk!" And the eyebrow... "Pura, I did not ask you if you wanted to talk. I said we had better. And right now. Sit down." I narrowed my eyes at her, silently asking "Or else, what ?" and her eyebrow raised higher. That was the silent "I dare you to challen

I deserved it. I mean, really deserved it. In fact, if Mistress had not volunteered to spank me, I would have asked. *SHAME* She can hardly even look in my direction today, but I think that's out of fear that I will be tempted toward more naughtiness, rather than upset over my previous punishment. Mistress is very good at letting it go once she's dealt with it. I am not so good, especially when I see how amused she is. This is how it happened... We had a late dinner and a movie with Mistress' brothers and sisters last night. Her oldest nieces and nephews were left in charge of the younger so the adults could go out and have a good time. This was the most relaxed Mistress has been since we got here. She was in her element: laughing and joking with the siblings she loves. We were all enjoying ourselves at dinner. And then her phone rang. Mistress was surprised, because besides me, the only people who really call her is her family. She laughingly pulled the phone out to

Work has been crazy these past few weeks. Sorry about not taking time to respond to your comments. Now I'm on vacation, though, so everything will hopefully slow down. Now, though, we're headed out of town to visit my family. This is the first time I have spent any amount of time with Pura and my family together. I'm pretty nervous about it. Especially because Pura is not renowned for keeping our lifestyle a secret. My family is very religious and I'm not particularly keen on trying to explain my love life to them. Pura, on the other hand, shouts her love to the skies. I think I have threatened her sufficiently to keep her well-behaved, but you never know what Pura will think is "worth it." Please encourage her to behave. I want an incident-free experience. I will try to get on here and post more stories during our down time in the hotel. We'll see how it goes. Don't give up on me. --Mistress Nichole