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.