Sunday, 19 December 2010

Festive spankings?

Have you ever had a Christmassy themed spanking?

Ever been tied up with tinsel? Gagged for singing Christmas carols off key? Threatened with a candy caning?

This year, I have been whacked a few times with the cardboard inner tube of a roll of wrapping-up paper. Bizarrely, it really hurt! I'm not sure if this was some kind of extra-dense specially-reinforced cardboard or something but it was so effective that Mr M has decided to keep it and elevate it to the rank of 'implement'. Eek!

I'm aware that I don't have a huge amount of readers but if you happen to stop by and have a Christmassy-style spanking experience to share, I would love to hear from you :).

Sunday, 5 December 2010

I've got it coming...

Phew! Well, it's been a pretty eventful weekend, kinkyness-wise.

Saturday saw me getting spanked on three different occasions: the first was a very mean 'just because' spanking which made me wriggle like a trapped ferret and left me bright red from my bottom right down to the backs of my knees (ow), the second was a few hard smacks in the lift for being 'a stupid little girl' (swoon) and the third was a dizzying otk affair for having the nerve to criticise Nigella Lawson (I couldn't help myself: she was on TV publicising the Mail on Sunday - I mean, come on).

But then it all took a bit of a serious turn this morning. I've been breaking one of our rules quite a lot recently. This is the rule that if I want to eat something 'naughty' (i.e. cakes or biscuits), I need to ask Mr M for permission first. The first time I yielded to temptation without asking permission, I confessed immediately. But Mr M didn't seem overly concerned and didn't mention punishment at all. As a result, the part of my mind that would rather not have rules at all thank-you-very-much leapt on this at once as proof that this particular rule no longer mattered and since then I haven't been bothering to ask for permission at all. I figured Mr M must not really care about this rule.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Black leather gloves


'Tis the season to get cold hands whilst driving, so the lovely Mr M has dug out his *extremely hot* black leather gloves for the primary reason of keeping his hands warm (the secondary reason presumably being to drive me into a frenzy whenever I see them).

Whilst I have been threatened with being spanked and/or slapped whilst he's wearing The Gloves, this has yet to actually happen in reality.

Therefore I've had to resort to relying on my imagination, which has been fuelled in no small part by recent developments on Merlin.

Saturday, 20 November 2010

Punishment Day

Mr M reminded me the moment I woke up.

"You haven't forgotten that it's your punishment day today, have you?"

I replied (sleepily) that I had not.

"Good." His hand found my pyjama bottoms and pulled them roughly down. "This bottom's going to get a good, hard thrashing later." He slapped my bottom, once, twice, but the constrictions of the duvet and the fact that my body was still soft and heavy with sleep meant that my reaction was little more than a few sleepy murmurs.

(In my defence, this was about 5:30 am)

Clearly this wasn't good enough for him. "Go and get the naughty girl brush."