Spankfully Mine

Hello, readers. If there are any readers left in here, that is. We have been dilatory bloggers for quite some time, and I would not expect anyone to hang in there waiting for our reappearance. However, our life has been in some crazy turmoil for a while, and that must be my excuse. Mistress forgets that she does not accept excuses. Mistress' Slave forgets that her bottom is very white and ready for a tanning. I thought, since we had a free evening--free only insomuch that I am neglecting my waiting mountain of work--I should post a quick story. If quick were possible for me. *giggling* It's not. You drag every story out needlessly long. This story will certainly take a long time if my slave keeps jerking my computer out of my hands and typing interruptions to my narrative. And even longer if that naughty behavior prompts a retribution. *looks menacingly over at the now humble slavegirl* The story... I stalked Pura out of the house and down the long driveway. She...

The new school year has arrived Pura and I have a system in place for homework completion. The day she attends class, she completes the homework so it does not weigh her down. Now, of course, that does not always work out perfectly. When she is writing a paper, for instance, she cannot expect to complete the entire thing in one sitting. For these types of homework assignments, she creates a schedule and is expected to stick to it very strictly. Well, classes just started, and in honor of the new school year, I got Pura a day planner. It smells of leather and fresh, unused paper, and virtually begs to be written in. Every Sunday I go through and plan my week, and I thought it would be a fun activity to do together (not really fun), and it would help her stay organized. So last week we sat down for our first weekend planning session and we went through everything, including meal plans and errands. There was not one time period over the week that was not fully planned and accounted ...

I thought I might never blog again, but little persistent Pura keeps bugging and a couple swats hasn't discouraged her nagging. I permitted her back into the blogging world because she would not be silent, and now she roped me back in as well, even though my life is incredibly hectic these days. There have been unbelievable drains on my time and energy over the past month or so. And Pura is not exactly counted among those drains. Family, work, the never-ending life-sucking on-pain-of-death responsibility I cannot mention here, has me literally too exhausted to more than glance at the blog. I haven't even dared to read Pura's last entry, for fear I may see something that I cannot simply forgive. Anyway... Here's the cyber-spank story: I came home from a recent business outing. I was happy to be home, and I even managed to climb the bazillion flights of stairs without huffing and puffing too much. I was hoping to surprise Pura, so I put my keys in the door sneak...

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 i...

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 ...

This experience started here. All right, here's the conclusion. Bethany (my new roommate) and I were in an argument about the morality of slavery. She had just claimed she would like to be a slave... She said, "I would be a horrible slave owner. I can’t even keep myself on the straight and narrow, much less someone looking to me to make their decisions. I make terrible decisions. I decided to buy a car I couldn’t afford, and clothes I didn’t need, and I ended up practically on the streets. But I would be a great slave.” “If you became a real slave,” I sternly replied,“and were not just playing a role in someone’s kinky fantasy, he would have all the control. What if he hurt you? What if he told you to do degrading things or things you didn’t want to do? The only place I know of for sure that has slavery is Africa, and you would just be a sex-object there. Raped and constantly pregnant.” She clenched her fists on her knees. “I wouldn’t be a slave to someone who would...