Craft idea

I always get crafty at Xmas. I kinda got overwhelmed by the commercialism of it all a few years back, hermitted for a year in retaliation. I missed Christmas though. Always such fond memories from my childhood. So to get back in the spirit I would plug in the carols, turn on the tree and huddle over some crafty presents. As I was looking for some ideas for friends and family, my naughty brain turned down a shadowy alley and I wondered what kinda crafting happened in the bdsm/spanko world. Answer? Lots and lots just like our play a variety of flashy, functional, inventive, ouchy and chuckle worthy could be found with a click of a mouse. I don’t do cross stitch but this quaint little quote made me make a note to learn. Tee hee.


Back from the beach!

Well I am back from vacay! There was sun, there was sand and there was mosquitoes. Haha the first two definitely outweighed the last but apparently I made a delectable foreign snack. Getting away is fun fun fun. Though I am back and trying to get back in the swing of things and we I find that I had become pretty dependent on my afternoon naps. Haha.

Vacation Countdown!

So I am from the chilly north.  Our winter had entered with a vengence this last couple of weeks snow, wind, ice and bitter cold.  Still estimated in our areas “average” seasonal weather.  It has been two weeks and I am already over it.  Off to the Carribean in 5 days and the countdown has me jumping with excitement.  This little gal is ready for some beach time.

Got a present….

I got to see Daddy the other day!!!! It has been forever.  And he got me a present!  Well sorta, kinda.  If you see the picture above he gotted me one of those but it was missing the loofah part and with the loofah part gone, it reveals a perfectly Nasty wooden ring at the tip.  This makes this bath brush completely worthless for a good back scrub, but leaves a very memorable sting on the bottom.  Daddy has declared it is my new implement for when he thinks I need a maintenance self spanking.  He is pretty good on the follow through.  Sigh.  When I have to give myself a spanking I have to bring out this new implement and lay on one side and with a timer set for 1 min deliver as many spanks to the Rhythm of 1 one thousand, 2 one thousand etc until the timer goes off then roll over and repeat on the other cheek.  

Of course Daddy put me over his lap to demonstrate how hard he expects me to stroke.  Ouch ouch ouch.  On top of the type of implement( not my favorite), my poor bottom hasn’t gotten attention in a really long time so it was pretty immediate that I was a blubbering and wriggling mess.  Of course when mentioned this fact with a bit of a pout it did not help the argument against this new maintenance schedule.

Wrong Order of things

So, I have a tendency to be impulsive. Not overly impulsive but I will see or hear of something like a certain activity and it strikes my interest so much that before I have even tried it I start promoting it like it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I sometimes tell others about it like I am a tried and true veteran and attempt to gain support for this activity that in reality I have never actually tried before. To be fair, on MOST occasions, when I finally get around to participating in the activity I enjoy it. I am even pretty good at it and all my bluster is justified. So no harm no foul.

Then…there are sometimes I shoot my mouth off on my blog, about the possibilities and therapeutic benefits of self administered spankings for those long stretches between Daddy visits. I saw some info on it, it struck my interest because I was pouty at Daddy being away so long with work, and immediately thought it would be a good idea to post about how this could be a great activity in a blog Daddy knows about and monitors. Daddy wrote to me the other day and told me he missed me and was thinking about me and that he was soooooo proud of me for maintaining my blog. That he thought that the self spanking thing was a very good idea and that it would be beneficial as a scheduled maintenance practice when Daddy is away on long hauls. He said he was compiling and putting together some training programs for me that will be done soon and that will be a part of it. 

Yeah…so…never actually tried that whole self spanking and now it sounds like it is gonna be a fairly consistent occurrence for this little girl.

So this evening after work I mustered my courage and thought i would do a dry run of it before my new schedule is completed and Daddy exerts his dominance. I was nervous, a little excited and determined to prove this would be like so many other activities I have advocated for blindly to be enjoyable.

I bared my bottom and decided to apply a bit of icy hot to my cheeks to make up a bit for what I assumed would be less forceful impact (again with the jumping of the gun) then decided to give myself 50 with a wooden spatula Daddy made me buy specifically for spankings. Deciding to go with a 1-2 cha cha cha rhythm as it was easy to remember I started with a couple of awkward test strokes to get the force and angle (much harder then anticipated). When I was successful and surprised at the sting I could produce I put myself in the diaper position and began. I did not give myself enough credit for the amount of force I could create. The icy hot was completely unnecessary! By six strokes on one cheek, I was gasping and flinching and forcing myself to maintain force, I know Daddy won’t let me skimp if(and I mean if) this becomes a regular thing. There might be some negotiating/begging about this particular ‘new’ routine. A lot was embarrassment, the smacks seemed to ring out and echo of the walls and I was terrified my roommate could hear them (cringe, blush repeat x 1000)

I digress, by the 5thh swat on one cheek, I had to switch cheeks and my pattern seeking brain thought this was a good idea. Swat one cheek x5 and switch until I reach 50. The second cheek was a bit harder but I maintained force when I switched again the burn had set in and though I maintained force any thoughts of maintaining a rhythm were lost and I just gritted my teeth and willed myself not to drop the spatula. I finished but my ouchie bottom was burning and I sent myself to the corner to think about my impulsive behaviour, cause it definitely got me in the hot seat this time.

I will be fair and say Daddy had delivered much worse, but the self administering is very humbling and I think the emotions fluttering in my brain did a fair bit to amplify the pain. 1/2hr later my bottom is a little tender with the odd tender spot the humble feeling will prob outlast the colour in my bottom.

Practice makes perfect.

So I decided to do my post with my inflatable plug inserted.  One of my rules is to keep practicing my bottom training.  I have been pretty busy lately, and haven’t had much of a chance.  Shhhhhh…(whispery voice) don’t tell Daddy.  Daddy has taken my body a few times, but my tender little whole still struggles with the entry part and I get frustrated and impatient.  I have naughty visions in my mind of Daddy firmly bending me over the most convenient piece of furniture, tugging down my clothes and entering me in one fast, hard and erotic thrust.  I imagine the feeling of fullness and the sparks of pleasure zinging straight to my dripping little clit and I get a little breathless.  And I do so enjoy the feeling of fullness, i’m lying on my belly and my hungry needy little bottom is clenching almost frantically around my inflatable plug.  That entry part though (insert pout and foot stomp) it is just the wrong side of ouchie.  I have a pretty high pain tolerance but at that one crucial point the pain flares up I lose my subby mindset and I worry about possible tearing, embarrassing doctor visit, awkward explanations etc. etc. etc. 

So where I wish I could accept fast and hard, I am currently at slow and gentle, there has been some notable progress, as I said it’s uh cough been a while, and previously when I have had long breaks between training, I have to build up with smaller plugs before grabbing my big guy. This time I bravely reached for the big guy first and though it took some mental self coaching and a snails pace I got it in without a smaller warm up.  Take the little victories I guess.

I am wondering if a long wear plug would help? A better schedule? Daddy doing some training/playing more (you know give the odd firm push at the boundaries instead of my hesitations). Any fellow anal enthusiasts out there who have met this challenge and overcome it have any tips? Definitely want to expand this part of our play but currently feeling like a sissy.