Spankfully Mine

This experience started here . Readers, I would like to officially apologize for the ridiculous length of this story. I did not realize there was so much to tell. I suppose I could have--as Pura so disrespectfully suggested--left out some details. But I guess if you have been reading my blog, you understand that that is not M.O. This will absolutely be the conclusion of this experience. I need to get it out of the way, because Pura has earned herself a few other entries on here. (Take that as you wish.) I wish I could say that everything I do before, during, and after a spanking is for the benefit of the bottom involved. I wish  that was true. But the truth behind me sending Kelsie into the guest room to wait was not actually to get her mentally prepared. It was to buy myself some time to talk to Pura.  I found my slave sitting on the bench in the master bedroom. As soon as I saw her, I arched a brow, because she was obviously not in a submissive mindset. She was sitting with her

This experience started here . Kelsie had just announced that she was there to receive a spanking. I reeled. "What?" I wanted to clarify, but also to buy myself time, because I had no idea how I was going to respond to this. It was so far outside the realm of anything I thought I ever would be doing. Learning to spank Pura had been overwhelming enough for me; I did not think I could actually spank someone else. Besides, punishments in our house were very intimate between me and my slave. I thought it seemed a little like cheating to do it with someone else. Kelsie's stony exterior was just a mask, I realized. She seemed rough and aggressive, and belligerent, but she was just nervous. I was really, really  nervous. I don't think Nichole realizes how intimidating she can be. She doesn't at all. She's really scary, especially when she's mad. Also, Pura has told me all about the spankings she has received at Nichole's hands, and that was inti

This experience started here . I'm taking the opportunity to finish this story while Pura is out with some friends. Her interruptions always make this process take longer than it needs to. I left the story off with Pura coming home from Vegas, and she had brought reinforcements. When Pura walked into the house, she was not alone. Kelsie came in with her. All my careful plans were obliterated in an instant. Kelsie looked at me with what I thought was contempt and distrust. Pura watched me warily, I am sure wondering if I would break from my standard regime in smiling a welcome at Kelsie, and demand instead that she leave immediately and never come back.  I'm ashamed to say t he thought did cross my mind. I truly considered telling Pura she may not ever associate with Kelsie again. I seriously considered ejecting Kelsie forcibly from my home. A lot of flying thoughts danced through my mind as I watched Pura hold the door for her friend and whisper an invitation to come in.

This experience started here . I left off with finding out Pura had lied to me about where she was going away for the weekend with her best friend Kelsie. The two girls were in a safe hotel for the night. And I was worried out of my mind for Pura, who had been sick all night. Pura called me in the late morning. " Mistress, " she said, in a tone I knew immediately was all humility. " I'm coming home. We checked out of the hotel. We're on our way. " "Good," I replied. I was working hard not to sound furious, or indeed to be furious. I think my worry for my beautiful Pura was what held me back from outright rage. "How are you feeling this morning?" She began crying but she answered me without delay. " I'm alright. I just feel a little tired now. Kelsie is driving. I'll be home this evening ." "Okay, Babe. I'll see you when you get here. We can talk about it more then." She erupted into more tear

I thought I might as well share the most recent "comeuppance" in my household. Here's the background: Pura met a girl in a college class last year, and the two of them hit it off right away. Suddenly, it was "My friend Kelsie" in every story Pura told me. The two of them started hanging out semi-regularly. They went out dancing a few times a month. They met almost daily on campus to eat lunch. And soon Kelsie was a regular visitor to my home.  Now, I don't care if Pura has guests at the house. She does frequently invite people over or host parties here. As long as I know ahead of time, it doesn't matter to me. But I quickly learned that Kelsie was going to be a regular unannounced guest. At first, I was a little annoyed. Jealous. No need to put in your two cents, Pura. The readers need a background for this story to make sense and I am the one giving it to them. Then perhaps Mistress ought to include the facts, and the fact  is, you were jealous

It is fascinating what life can do to us. Sometimes we get tossed on the wind and it seems impossible to come back to full-functionality once our inner workings have been rattled and broken. I have been broken. My life upheaval lasted years, and now I'm back. This is not a promise, because I cannot commit my time to anything so heavy as updating and keeping a blog. But I did do at least as Bethany asked me, and republished the blog. You see, there was a lot of duplicity in our lives at the beginning of this blogging adventure. And now that I am tired of hiding, and broken from trying to hide, I'm back. It is so easy to not be who you say you are online. But, the truth is, Pura actually was. And I let a perverse little infatuation with another blogger get into my way and into my head. I ended up in a web of deception and it hurt Pura, and it broke some of the wonderfulness we had. So I made the blog private and went away. Far away. But she asks so very little of me and I d