March 28, 2015

An End to Female Dryness - The Spanking

I saw this title on an Outlander blog (minus the spanking) that I follow and if you're a Diana Gabaldon and Outlander fan, you know exactly how true it will be when, in one week, its back! In Canada, the official return is a day later on April 5th.

Incidentally, this new episode is one where Claire is spanked (with Jamie's sword belt) for disobedience that put her life and those of his men in grave danger.

If you want to see a promo for the actual episode, here you go...

To date, the series is following the books very closely so we'll see how much of the spanking will be seen on TV.

Finally, an end to a condition coined as Droughtlander, suffered as a drought of Outlander fans... and of course... an end to female dryness!

March 08, 2015

International Women's Day 2015

March 8th is the International Women's Day. If you don't know about it, just ask Mr. Google.  Sadly, it is not uncommon for women to judge themselves harshly and unfairly. Instead of revelling in our inner beauty, we as a gender, tend to judge ourselves harshly and sometimes find ourselves wanting. 

At times we do not feel as proud or as confident as we should be. We compare ourselves to others, try to find negative traits in them to feel better about ourselves, and we complain about what we don't have. These attitudes and behaviours not only take up too much of our valuable energy, but make us feel resentful and irritable. After all, why should we go about our days feeling this way, when instead we can feel excited to wake up in the morning and be one of those people contributing to other people's happiness? If you're in need of an emotional lift, you can start right now with these encouraging pick-me-ups!

This 5 step list appeared on a blog I follow and thought it might resonate with someone who perhaps needs to find their best self. 

Compliment Someone

We all have those days when we’re feeling a bit off, a little blue, or just plain discouraged. The next time you find yourself trying to positively affirm your way out of a bad mood the best you can do that is to just pay someone a compliment. Tell them they did a great job on a project; that they look radiant; that you appreciate the way they contribute to a team, and so forth. A compliment will not only make that person’s day, but it will make you feel happier knowing that you positively contributed to their good spirits.

Practice Smiling

Did you know that smiling, forced or not, can have a positive effect on your mood, decrease stress levels, and make everyone around you feel better? If you go about your day and your encounters with a smile on your face, not only are you more approachable, but smiles are actually contagious, which as a result, uplifts those around you while boosting your own happy endorphins.

Let Go of Anger

Whether you’re upset at someone for something they did, cannot find any room to forgive them, or are disappointed in yourself for not achieving specific goals, let it go. Let it go because you’re a good person who wants to enjoy life unaccompanied by negative energy. Replace your resentment with compassion by facing, feeling, dealing with, and healing from it. Forgiveness offers you the freedom that you need to embrace.

Complain Less

Learn to enjoy life by not focusing on what is bad, wrong, or why you or someone else didn’t do something. Not only does this pessimistic attitude make us less pleasant to be around, but it fosters negative energy to our surroundings, impacting others. You cannot progress by complaining, you can only do so by implementing ideas. If you need to express issues, write about them first, read it out and decide how you can express your discontent content calmly and be ready with a proposed solution instead.


Do the Unexpected

Does that mean making your own pizza instead of buying one? Booking that Europe trip you’ve been longing for since a decade ago? Whatever it is, you do not want to look back at your prior years with the thought of “What if I did it?” or “Should I have?” Any little act of spontaneity will boost your confidence, as you feel empowered knowing that you can proudly challenge yourself make these decisions and live them wholeheartedly.

Happiness. Such a simple word. I didn't want to post a "poor me" post, so thought this would have a more positive message. For me, as well. I can't find what I need to be happy again. It's not something someone else can do or provide, it has to come from within me and its missing. Desperately missing. I'm going to try these five steps and see if it has an impact. Maybe it will change something.

March 04, 2015

A Dreamland Spanking

Something in his movements beside me caused me to wake in the middle of the night. It was obvious that he was dreaming and was getting agitated. I reached over and patted his chest so he would wake up gently.

Even so, he woke rather suddenly and it was a minute before the remanents of the dream receded and his eyes cleared. I cupped his cheek and murmured, "Shhh, it was a dream. You're okay."

He was silent for a moment as we both waited for his breathing to slow down.

"Do you want to tell me what you were dreaming about?"

"The eyes are the winows to the soul and that is true for you. Also true, is that your bottom is the seat of your learning."

I was thinking to myself that was an odd thing to be having an upsetting dream about but still sought to placate him and leaned in and kissed him. "Okay. Sure." If it wasn't the darkest hour of the night, I might have rolled my eyes.

"Woman, I am the teacher. I'm the only teacher to your seat of learning. Even if I'm not with you, it's only me." He was practically growling.

"I understand. It's only you."

He nodded, reached a hand behind me and roughly pulled me to him... and kissed me.

Then went back to sleep. Or could all of that have been while he wasn't fully awake?

I lay back down, fixed the duvet over us and stated at him in the dark. I wasn't sure if I was pleased or insulted. He was dreaming about me, but in a spanking situation and not something hot and juicy like a bout of sex! Our relationship is very fragile, especially since last September.

I didn't think about it anymore and fell asleep. My dream involved a man and a woman who were learning about each other and trying to trust again.

Perhaps there was a similar message in his dream.

February 28, 2015

My Tribute to Cat

Have you had the pleasure of meeting Cat of GigglesGrinsAndReflections? She and I have been friends since the beginning of our time in blogland. Our friendship pre-dates the creation of each of our blogs.
She is a very caring woman, who always thinks of others (this is proven time and again by her works to create tributes to bloggers going through challenging times) and is quite funny. She is very straightforward... you always know where you stand with her. I love and respect that quality in her and am honoured that I can call her my friend. She has stuck with me through some very difficult times... when it felt like no one else would. 
I've also had some uncomfortable conversations with her at times. She calls it like it is and doesn't let you call it anything else or hide from the truth. With her help, I faced some difficult things about my behaviour in the Christina Scandal of Lies and also in the traumatic events that followed in September.
I'm not telling her ahead of time about this tribute so shhhhh... maybe it will come as a surprise! :D
I just want the world to know that I value her as a friend, appreciate her as a friend, and love her as a friend.
P.S I've changed my colours - is everything easy to read?

February 24, 2015

Baby, It's Cold Outside

I'm a Canadian and as such, I live in Canada. I love my country and am very patriotic and proud of my citizenship... but I'm tired of being cold. Yes, Canada is a country with a long and cold winter, but as we're on the third week now with temperatures dipping around minus 40 Celsius, I'm bloody tired of the cold weather, the wind chill factor...

It's too cold to enjoy skiing, snowmobiling, hiking in a Winter Wonderland. It's so cold that when you take a deep breath in through your nose, your nostrils stick together!

I'm very willing to have the cold weather go to whomever wants it. Seriously.

I did see a group of boys with their pants pulled up to... wait for it... their waists!! For a change, I didn't have to look at the waistbands of their underwear or a crack of something more personal... while I was dressed up in snow pants, two pairs of socks, winterized boots with tread, a long sub-zero rated coat, a scarf, hat, mittens (with hand-warmer packs).  And that was just to get out of my car and run into the office.

It's not my nuts that are frozen, but rather something a little more north of the waistline!

Someone was having fun in the snow! Did I mention that we currently have 3 feet of snow? The snowploughs have piled it higher than I stand... tested it one day and stood next to a pile of snow. It was a good foot taller than me.

Some people are just stupid! I fail to understand the rationale behind cruelty.
Stay warm, stay dry and be thankful for a place to shelter you from whatever weather you face.  Here, its bloody cold! The wind is howling outside...
The forecast for tomorrow is the same.

February 12, 2015

10 Sexy Facts About 50 Shades of Grey and Reactions

50 Shades of Grey is about to be released as a movie in a theatre near you... in time for Valentine's Day. I haven't read the books and probably won't see the movie, but found a couple of clips that are quite funny and wanted to share them.

The first one is a countdown of 10 Sexy Facts about 50 Shades of Grey.

The second one shows the reactions of the older generation to the series... book and movie.


February 11, 2015

Our Tribute to Queenie - Love and Support

This is a gentle reminder that we are requesting submissions by February 16th, 2015 of inspirational quotes, pictures, songs, pictures of something cute, flowers, jokes... anything you can think of that will lift the spirits of our blogland friend, Queenie. She is very sick with cancer and the outcome isn't certain at this point.

Please help us make her smile.

If you didn't see Cat's blog with the details, you can view it by clicking HERE.

Queenie has been away from our community for some time with her health issues. Please don't let it stop you if you haven't had the pleasure of knowing her.  What better treat for her to receive than something positive from someone she doesn't know.  If you do know her, you will remember that she is a kind, thoughtful person that has been supportive of many of us in the past. It's our time to pay that kindness forward.

Submissions can be sent by email to Cat at catsbrighteyes at gmail dot com. You can do so anonymously if you choose... just let Cat know in the email. She is going to compile all of our submissions together into a special post and we will let Queenie know about it so she can read it or have someone read it to her... and smile knowing that she is loved. 

Do you know someone that you can pass this on to? Perhaps you would post a reminder post as well?

You won't ... will you?

To see the tribute, please visit Cat's blog Here

February 10, 2015

Spoken in Pictures

A picture speaks like a thousand words. Some of these are pictures with words, some are words that make a picture.  Either way, this is what I have to say today.

I'm trying to learn the lesson of crossing the monkey bars. It's a work in progress.

A year ago, I would have said we were so strong and could endure anything. I never expected this amount of pain. But if pain exists to create change, then things are going to change.


Even when it feels like the most impossible task in the world. You have to keep going. Things will improve.

Awwww... right?

Children intuitively appreciate the freedom of dancing in the rain. Somehow as adults, we forget.

True for scars that are seen and not seen by the world.

Every time I come across this quote from Betty White, I laugh. It's so true!

January 30, 2015

A Community Made Just for Spanking - Corbin's Bend, USA

Corbin's Bend, Colorado, U.S.A ... have you been to the little community tucked into the mountains? It's designed as a housing cooperative for men and women who choose to incorporate spanking into their relationships. BDSM, DD, erotic or a combination of any choice are accepted (although the main characters of the books all practice DD). 

Each individual is given a mentor to help them in any way they need. Someone to talk to when they need to brainstorm a solution to a problem, to help them understand the feelings they are experiencing with the lifestyle.

Without judgment.  Without fear of being "outted". I find that concept for a book series to be fascinating.

Can you imagine? What if such a place were real? Who knows... maybe it is.

A group of authors, some quite famous in the erotic genre, have gathered together in a project to tell the tales of the men and women in this unique community. I'm addicted to this series. While on vacation in Africa, I made sure I was somewhere with Wi-Fi when one of the books was being released. Then I managed to download the book from a version of Amazon in another language.

I could tell you that the writing is strong, the characters are well developed and the plots are fantastic; some of which are downright hilarious or so emotional that I've had tears streaming down my cheeks as I've read. That would all be true. But what I like the most about these books is that they are touching on issues that are relevant to the DD lifestyle. The argument of discipline being abuse, issues of dominance and submission, importance of communication between partners, what consent means, inconsistency... the list goes on and on. There are even classes that teach the HoH how to effectively spank by using a forensic dummy!

My only real issue with the believability of the stories in general involves the children of the community. While the master bedrooms of the houses are soundproofed and all effort is made to keep the discipline and talk of spanking/rules/consequences away from the ears of children, there is a road in the community named Spanking Loop, a Sushi restaurant named Ginger Paddle which has some appropriately named menu items, a welcome basket given to new residents that contains a paddle... not to mention the resident paddle and strap maker that will travel to "help" the single women in need. Personally, I find it hard to believe, even in a story format, that the children and adolescents of the community are completely kept in the dark about what goes on. Especially if they walk past the house of the couple that leaves their windows open when a spanking is happening.

There are many of the authors that I love the writing of (one of my absolute favourites is Maren Smith, who I've been following and reading her books for several years) and have read all their works, as well as one that I would prefer not to read at all. That's my personal preference. But overall, I love the series. If you're curious, head over to the blog called Corbin's Bend, and check them out. Links to each book is listed at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Lulu. There is also a cook book titled, Other Uses for a Wooden Spoon.

The next time you're driving on the road through the mountains of Colorado, U.S.A, keep an eye out for the sign that announces the community of Corbin's Bend ahead.

The sign is made of wood.

January 26, 2015

When No One is Home

All my life, animals have been part of my family. When I was born, my parents had a Sheep dog who had just weaned her litter and sent the little ones to good homes. She took over "herding" me, always making sure I was safe, didn't wander off the property, and added my brother to her litter as he came alone. By the time we were in school, the dog didn't want to see us go and would follow us to the doors of the building and wait the entire day, or if someone opened the door, would make her way into the classrooms to check on her "pups". Many times the office staff would have to call my Mom to come and collect the dog.

Our family wasn't without pets, until we all went to University and started our own households (with pets). Usually the pets were dogs and cats, but we did have a rabbit, a Gar Pike, several lizards, hamsters, guinea pigs, and even mice. Sorry, Blondie, no snakes! (*|*)

Many times I would wonder if the four legged members of the household were bored while they were alone for the day... what would they get up to, I would wonder. Ever wondered that?

Let's take a look...

I'm sure that sex isn't all they think about or get up to when alone. I don't know about you but I don't know what these next two were thinking.

Have a good week! :D

January 24, 2015

Confessions of the Guilty

Today, I have some confessions to share. The idea behind the miscreant wearing a sign that announces their "crime" to all and sundry is supposed to illicit feelings of embarrassment and shame. Looking at the faces of the guilty, I'm not sure if the goal was successful.





I still laugh every time I see this one! 



This one too! (above)


And finally...
Do you think the lesson was learned and the behaviour will improve? :D

January 21, 2015

Overwhelmed in Opposite Directions

The meeting was a weekly occurance and in general, had been going well. Until this week. This one was a difficult meeting.
Like the others, this one started with a call to discuss dinner options. There wasn't time to go home and cook, and eating out in close proximity to the meeting location, left few choices. Still it was discussed and a choice made.
After a quick meal, it was time to get started. What followed was a mediated experience that left me feeling angry, frustrated, exasperated, overwhelmingly sad and completely alone... in a room with other people.
If I'm honest with myself, I've been feeling alone a lot recently. I have a very close family and quite a few close friends. But its possible to feel alone in a crowd. I know all I have to do is reach out and say I'm feeling sad and alone and they will welcome me. Why can't they know that something is wrong and I'm suffocating from it all? Why do I need to say the words? The smart answer is that they don't read minds and without those words they can't know they are needed.
The car ride back from the meeting was long and quiet. The twenty minutes felt like twenty hours. In further silence, I left the car and hesitated before shutting the door to see if anything would be said.
Silence. I wiped away the tears that fell and went inside. A hot bath would help. I changed out of my work clothes and ran the water.
I soaked and soaked until the water was turning cold. Emptied the water and filled the tub again.
I couldn't hold back the tears anymore and had a deep cry. After the emotions of the last few hours, I didn't feel safe with being heard so i emptied the tub and just turned on the water. 

Not that long ago the lengthy time and the constant running of water would have drawn notice... even jokingly.  Nothing. Complete silence.
I dressed in pyjamas, tidied the washroom and headed towards the kitchen. And passed through the hallway of doors. All closed.
I headed for bed. At least in sleep, there was some solace.
Lying down, I turned towards the wall and buried my head in the pillow. And cried until my head felt heavy and my eyes sore.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, a hand touched the back of my head and slowly ran down my back.
This time the tears weren't just in my eyes.

January 14, 2015

SLAP It Butt Lamp Lights Up When Spanked

I know you're going to thank me for highlighting this product. Do you remember The Clapper? The device, from the 1980s, that allowed you to turn on a device, such as a lamp, by clapping your hands? And then turn it off by clapping again?

"Clap on, Clap off..."

Now... a gentleman by the name of Joseph Begley, has invented the SLAP IT. A silicone butt shaped lamp that is turned on and off by pinching, massaging or spanking the butt.

As you can see, it comes in a variety of colours and can be installed together to create an art installation, if that's your thing.

One reviewer wrote, "This is Slap It, a butt-shaped lamp. To turn it on all you gotta do is smack dat ass. It was created by London-based artist Joseph Begley. I like your style, man. Now do a boob version next! It could be activated by a nice squeeze or even a nip twist. You’re right, I’m getting ahead of myself, when I should be focusing on the behind. Butt joke!! I’m gonna be 10000000000% honest with you: this booty light makes me so damn happy I can barely contain myself. It’s the lamp of my dreams! Which is exactly why I’m taking up donations so I can have one of my own. C’mon, it’s limited edition and going for only $1,167! That’s a total steal when it comes to butt lamps. Trust me, I’ve done my research. THOROUGHLY." Source - SLAP IT

Want to see how it works? Let's head over to YouTube and see...

 I can see many unique uses for this device.  But for $1,167??

January 12, 2015

Broken Beyond Repair?

As recently as June, I would have never have asked myself the question: Is it broken beyond repair? It just wouldn't have occurred to me. As recently as a month ago, I would have answered with a yes, it was too late to fix what was broken, shattered.

A lot can change in a month. A small flicker of hope can take root and build into the belief that maybe... just maybe... something good can happen.

I swore that if I ever brought this to my blog so that I could process what had happened and what needed to happen, that I would not provide details. There are a few that know what this is about... and that needs to be enough for now.

Today is the self-imposed deadline for a decision that I need to make. One that I thought was going to be easy. I've thought of little else in the last few months, but specifically in the last few days, as the time neared. What was the absolute worst case scenario? What was the best possible outcome? Could I live with myself if I chose one over the other? Would I come to regret the decision?

I did manage to make the decision. In the end it was easy. My heart knew what the right path was to follow.

Until the doubts started to fill my mind. I was surprised at the actual fear I felt over the possible outcome. I felt insecure and doubtful... waffling back and forth.

Confused? Me too!

I'm going to stick with my decision. And trust that it is the right way. And hope that when all is said and done later tonight and the conversation is finished, and the door has been closed, that it is not broken beyond repair.

In the meantime, I'm going to do some housework. Maybe busy hands will settle my busy mind.

January 09, 2015

The Weener Kleener

The Weener Kleener Soap is every woman's dream come true. The last thing any man wants when he’s getting romantic with his lady is to be worrying about his junk being as funky as a monkey. Because let’s be honest, whether you’re a macho lumberjack beer drinking raw meat eating homo erectus or a meek and mild antique store owner, we all know without a proper daily regimen of personal hygiene your “situation” will be as odiferous as the hamper where the NY Giants toss their jockstraps after a big game. Well, worry no more! Because with the Weener Kleener Soap, you will score a hole-in-one when it comes to keeping your “boys” and their pal, Peter Longfellow as fresh as the morning dew. One size fits all, unless of course, you’re John Holmes. And, hey! Who says you have to enjoy this experience alone? Grab your lady and pull her into the shower with you and have a game of ring toss. Because in this little competition there really are no losers.


December 17, 2014

Time to Spank to the Music

Several years ago...

They had been laying in bed, cuddling and relaxing together. Words weren't always necessary as they had been together for so long that the silence was comfortable. When the need to touch arose, one would caress the body of the other. A heavy snow fell for most of the day and they had been outside with shovels trying to clear their driveway and that of their elderly neighbour. She had made cups of hot chocolate and they shared a simple but hearty meal together. Their stomachs were full, their muscles sore and their minds at peace.

Music was playing softly in the background; a compilation of Christmas carols and hymns. She was feeling so relaxed and hovering in that state between sleep and wakefulness, that she barely registered the fact that he got up from the bed and was gone for a moment.

Until... he grasped her elbow and pulled her over on to her tummy. She didn't get the chance to voice any words before he climbed on the bed, straddled her waist, facing her feet.

He aimed the remote at the stereo and without further ado, A Little Drummer Boy, started to play. And her bottom became the drums that rat... a tat... tat, rat... a tat... tat, bore the rhythm of the famous Christmas song. 

"What the...?" Her eyes popped open in surprise.

"Sshhhh... lay still. It's time to spank to the music."

To this day, every time she hears the Little Drummer Boy, she remembers that spanking and the intimacy that followed. She can feel the ghost of each smack from his hand as the drummer strikes the snare drum with his stick.

It's a good memory.

December 12, 2014

Assembly and Batteries Required

T’was the night before Christmas when all through the house
I searched for the tools to hand to my spouse.
Instructions were studied and we were inspired,
In hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required."
The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds,
While Dad and I faced the evening with dread:
A kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's town house to boot!
And, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot!

We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat....
Let no parts be missing or parts incomplete!
Too late for last-minute returns or replacement;
If we can't get it right, it goes in the basement!

When what to my worrying eyes should appear,
But 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear,
With each part numbered and every slot named,
So if we failed, only we could be blamed.

More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out,
All over the carpet they were scattered about.
"Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there!
Slide on the seats, and staple the stair!
Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand."
"Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."

And then in a twinkling, I knew for a fact
That all the toy dealers had indeed made a pact
To keep parents busy all Christmas Eve night
With "assembly required" till morning's first light.

We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work,
Till our eyes, they went bleary; our fingers all hurt.
The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thin
Before we attached the last rod and last pin.

Then laying the tools away in the chest,
We fell into bed for a well-deserved rest.
But I said to my husband just before I passed out,
"This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.

Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring,
And not have to run to the store for a thing!
We did it! We did it! The toys are all set
For the perfect, most perfect, Christmas, I bet!"

Then off to dreamland and sweet repose I gratefully went,
Though I suppose there's something to say for those self-deluded...
I'd forgotten that BATTERIES are never included!

*Author Unknown

Ever wondered what the Seasonal Cast does the rest of the year? Hmmm...