Spankfully Mine

Hello, Blog World!  Mistress is working, so I thought I should play a little. I was cruising through old posts and smiling a lot at the silliness. That's who I am, I guess: silly. I'm okay with it. But I did feel silly enough to think I should post about a spanking Mistress has not gotten around to telling. It all started at the restaurant... I looked at the menu and sighed quietly. It was impossible, because everything listed seemed to have ingredients I did not know or could not pronounce. The waiter approached while I was still trying to figure out what kind of food this restaurant served. "Do you know what you want to get, babe?" Mistress asked me sweetly. And I'm sure not at all condescendingly. I randomly pointed at something and said, "This." Mistress looked at me in surprise.  "Are you sure?" Her tone of doubt sort of backed me into a corner mentally. "Of course, I'm sure!" I replied, not as polite as I know how...

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...

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...

Hello, Readers! I made a commitment to Mistress that I would not post anything during the school year except on breaks. That way I can focus on school, which is my only job during the school year, with the generous exception of loving and caring for Mistress. Truth to tell, she was a little jealous of how much time and attention I was spending on the online world, and so I pulled back. It's Spring Break now. Mistress is out of town for a few days, and so I'm Baaaaack! I thought you all might like to hear a little bit about last weekend. One of those  weekends... Mistress was under a lot of stress.  There were some crazy work scenarios, plus a visit from a judgmental brother, some crises with some of her investments, and then one of Mistresses exes showed up out of the blue, (although that may have been mostly stressful for me). Mistress was under an abundant amount of stress and so she took a day off work to sort out her mind and relax. Why is it that when she's home ...

Let's pretend this did not just happen and I am telling a story simply to pass the time before the big Thanksgiving Day meal... Once upon a time a perfectly sweet and innocent girl had a slight  disagreement with her lover. The lover--let's call her Mistress--was big and mean and completely irrational. She pulled the sweet girl over her knee and spanked her rather soundly! For no good reason at all! And then had the nerve to say "Happy Thanksgiving!" Humbug! She's crazy. Oh, Pura! Silly girl. I'm just going to tell the TRUE story, rather than the insane fairy tale you are telling yourself: Today is the day--you know the one. It's the one day of the year where a family can gather together, all at one table, in the brisk fall air, before a magnificent feast, and verbally tear each other to shreds. Happy Thanksgiving. Pura and I decided to opt out. I told my family a very convenient lie that I am just too loaded down with work to make the trip. We a...