Tuesday, August 26, 2014

For the love of a Spanking...

Now for those of you who are Spankno's, you will probably have little to no interest in this post.  Unless it is to try to convince your HoH to try something different.
 
I have officially "come up for air."  I purchased something new in preparation for The Man's return.  If you have been reading my blog, you all know that I am a Spanko.  Even among those of us who enjoy spanking, there are different needs.  For me, the most wonderfully erotic sensation comes with what I call the "thud" of The Man's hand.  It's the deep pressure that I long for more than the sting.  Although I like the sting.. But I digress.
 
Anywho, I purchased something called the hand buddy from Cane-Iac. 
 
 
Leather SPANKING BUDDY  -  7" x 3 1/2"  - $14.99
 
 
This little thing is amazing.  It adds the thud that I need, without wearing The Man's hand out.  It is deliciously intense without going so far so fast that I can't handle it.  It has been a most amazing addition to our toy chest.  I never, ever thought I would find anything that I loved better than my rose paddle, but I have.  It's not for everyone, and variety is the spice of life.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Guess Who's Coming Home!!!!!

I have a few clues for you to follow....
 
 
 
 
He does love the cookies
 
 
 
 
Yeah.. I make him eat healthy
 
 
 
 
He always looks handsome
 
 
 
Some things are better than cookies....
 
 
 
Who would have thought?
 
 
 
 
 
YOU guessed it.. The Man is coming home tomorrow....

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Questions from a New Twist After All These Years...

So..  Meredith put together a questionnaire, and in the spirit of fun, (and waiting.. waiting for The Man to come home, I thought I would answer them..)  I always love to do these, as it helps me get insight into you guys out there..



Do your eyes light up when he comes to you?    Always!!!  And everyone at work knows when he hits land for the first time after being gone.  They tell me my whole face lights up and my voice goes all Girly...


What sports do you watch together?  NO..  we hate sports.  Well, he hates sports.  I like some sports.  When the Tarheels are playing especially in the Sweet Sixteen, The Man is kind enough to leave me the TV and the living room...


On a scale of 1 to 10, how important is lingerie when it usually ends up on the floor?  Ah...  in our world, it's very important.  The Man loves matching panties and bra.  He likes costumes, he likes slinky, he likes girly, and he loves it when I get something that makes me feel sexy.


Do you watch Netflix's House of Cards?  I started to and then it was too much like the drama at work and I lost interest.


What outdoor activity do you do together? We love to hike.  We love to visit waterfalls, the beach.  Yeah, the outdoors, it soothes me.

What is his dream vacation?  One where we are together.  New Orleans is our favorite place to go.


What is your dream vacation?  I love New Orleans.  I love the beach.  Right now, I am planning my dream vacation in that I have made arrangements for our entire family plus my folks to go on a vacation next June.  My Daddy has significant health issues and I want to do this for him.  Our entire family is building our vacation around what he wants to do.


What is your favorite book of all time?  Oh the Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss.  I have read it to each of my children at their high school graduation parties.


What was your last argument about?  Taxes.


Are there any words you use that he does not like?  He doesn't like it when I curse.  There is no rule, but he doesn't think it's lady like, so I try very hard.  However....  WHATEVER....  is always a bad thing..


Do you have any restrictions about internet time?  No, we don't.  Our circumstance is different in that we use the net to communicate while he is gone.


Do you have a phobia?  LORD yes!!!  I am terrified of high places.


When do you melt into his arms?  When the day is hard, or when he has done something that shows me in a very special way that he loves me.


Are you watching Outlander?  Since I have no idea what you are talking about, I guess that is no.


Does your Hoh have a motto?  Not really, although he often tells me that being HoH makes him a better man, makes him want to be a better man.


What is your question for me?  What is your favorite dessert?

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Anticipation...

Can you feel it?  Swirling, dancing, the flutters in your tummy?  The nervous energy?  No?  Hmmm.. Oh Wait...
 
 
THAT'S ME!!!
 
 
As you may have guessed, The Man has gotten his tickets home and it is official!!  He will be home on Friday around 10:30pm.  God willing and the creek don't rise as we say in the South.  I am so excited.  I am so ready for him to be home and so is he.
 
 
So, I spent the day yesterday cleaning the house, cleaning the carpets, laundry, and the like.  I even had houseguests over.   I only have our room left and it's a doozy.  Things have been so busy that I have adopted the fire safety motto. 
 
 
 

 
 
Instead of a fire, it's stop, drop what's in my hands and roll on out the door.  Leaving something suspiciously like another natural disaster....
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Man says he doesn't care.  I somehow think he means it from over there...  However, up close and personal may be another matter.  Not to mention.  I simply can not entertain the thought of hot monkey sex in a messy room.  Sorry..  Just can't manage it.  I can just imagine it..  heat of the moment, head spinning, "Oh, that feels so ..... OMG...  look at the dust build up on the dresser!!!"  Yeah, no.  I was talking with my son yesterday and bless him...  he says, "Well mom, it's really not that bad, all the clothes are clean...  they just aren't, well you know.. they are everywhere."  So, that is my project for this evening and the rest of the week in the evenings.
 
 
Decisions.. Decisions.. What to wear, what to wear.  The Man loves skirts and I have a new one.  It's shorter than I normally wear, it's denim.. Yeah..  I just need to find the right shirt.. and there are the tough questions..  Panties or no panties?  Matching bra and panty set?  It's mind boggling.  Hair up or down? 
 
 
On the outside, I am poised, I am professional, I am busy, and I am waiting..  like the good wife/mother... yada.. yada.. but on the inside.. deep down.. where it counts...
 
 
 
 
Yep!!!!  That's me!!!
 
 
Did I mention we have a new toy?  It's called a hand buddy, and it looks really nifty.  It's leather.. as wood is NO good.  Anybody ever had one?
 

 
 


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

My Take on Big Girl Panties

When the going gets tough or it needs a little extra, or I just have to push on through, I often say....

 
 
 
 
So... let me explain something....  The Man has been gone for a VERY long time.  He doesn't have tickets home yet, and it's looking like another 10 days or so... 
 
 
 
 
 
There is a new person at work and since we are in the same position, everyone had the bright idea for him to go EVERYWHERE with me.  I have been on the road a lot this week.. (350 miles today) and this man has been with me for EVERY freaking mile.  Did I mention that he is chatty?  And about stuff that doesn't mean a damn thing to me?  Or that I am 99% positive he doesn't have it to do this job?  And STILL he talks...
 
 
 
 
I asked The Man today if he was aware that EVERYONE was on my last nerve.  He simply said, "Yes, it means you need a spanking and I need laid." 
 
 
 
I had to do something very hard at work today.  It involves a child that I love dearly, and I'm just not sure she is going to make it.  So, The Man checked on me as he could, and me being me said...
"I'm a big girl.  I can handle it."
 
 
 
And him being him sent back...  "Yes you are, and even big girls need their Daddy sometimes.  I'm sorry I'm not there."
 
 
 
 
 
So... that all being said....  I am relatively sure that Big Girl Panties are high OVER rated..
 


Monday, August 11, 2014

Understanding comes...

I'm not sure why but I have been reflecting on certain aspects of well.. Me.  When I was a child, I was happiest when I was making someone else happy.  I spent my childhood trying desperately for my parents to love me like my older brother.  I carried a deep secret that none of them knew.  I felt so damaged inside.  I spent my life trying to be so good that should they ever find out that I was tainted that they could maybe love me anyway.  Pair that with a mother with mental illness and a father who didn't know how to handle it and well, let's just say I never quite made the grade.

This need to please, this need to serve.  It's been so very confusing.  I am very well aware that not everyone is born with this need, nor understands it.  I have a very strong personality, I've had to have it to survive, but deep down has always been a small voice that begged to be safe and loved and to do that, I had a need to bring comfort to others.  Now, you can imagine that it was easy for others to take advantage of this.

Which is how I ended up with a very abusive first husband.  I loved him with everything in me, desperate to be enough, to love enough that I could be worthy.  Never let it be said that I am a quitter, it took 10 years for me to come to the understanding that he was going to destroy every part of me, and leave nothing left to raise my babies, so I took my battered, shattered heart and went home to my Daddy, the only place I ever truly felt safe.

It was years before The Man and I made our way to one another.  I had therapy and worked hard to put my life back together.  I would love to be able to tell you that it was all happy happy joy joy but I try never to lie.  I had been made to feel so shameful for this need to be submit, to have an HoH, that I just couldn't tell The Man.  I knew what I needed, but just couldn't make the words come and our life was really rocky.  (Yeah, that's an understatement.)

Then, in desperation, I stuttered and stammered and so ashamed, I told The Man what I needed.  We have evolved a good bit since then.  It has been rocky in places, but this need to submit, this need to please.  The Man, he cherishes me for it.  Being the authority has made him a better man, husband, and daddy.  The more confident he has become in his role, the safer I have become.  There is a peace inside that I have longed for and never felt.  I know that I am loved.  I know that I matter, and I know that my husband, my lover, my master loves me and cherishes me and values the give of my submission.  I no longer feel damaged or twisted or broken.  I feel valued, and desired and mended.  Just doesn't get much better than that.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

I needed a laugh so I thought I would share

Okay... the down and dirty.. The son has been gone a week today.  I have heard from him.  My heart is sore... The Man is supposed to be home this week, only it's going to be another 16 days.. Yeah, I'm real happy bout that.  My youngest starts high school this year, and we won't even discuss work, cause well.. it's work...  Oh, and I lost 8 pounds last week...  Anywho......  I think we all need a laugh.  Tomorrow is hump day...  I have pets, if you have pets.. any kind, you know they are too funny...


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
YEAH I'M FEELING THIS ONE...
 
 
 
 
Alright... this is too funny..
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And this last one isn't funny, but it is so how I feel....