I'm leaving my fingerprints on you...

;)


XOXO

Note to self: never leave 3 wooden spoons out in the open. Owen will use all of them, wolverine-style on your ass

Feelin' Hot Hot Hot

With the heat wave all across the country and our air conditioner not being powerful enough to combat the heat, spankings have been VERY limited. *pout*

So I have been racking up the tallies and trying to be as patient as possible with this unforgiving weather. The only thing that is keeping me going is thinking of how amazing this spanking will be after all the waiting. :)

On the bright side, Owen and I found spanking spoons (vanilla wooden spoons) at walmart for 97¢! Look how awesome they are:

Most Deserved Spanking of the Week

NO question on this one. Lindsay Lohan. You can't whine and complain about going to jail for TWO DUIs. C'mon!! And she is only staying for a big 13 days...

Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight

Another fight yesterday. Another red ass for me tonight.

I'm still not sure where the bad attitudes came from, but, he was mad and I was mad. Then we started fighting the whole day. Over stupid stuff. Then we both said something we regretted. So I'mm sure Mr. Bath Brush are going to become reacquainted.

I wanna do bad things with you...

Funishments are probably my favorite type of spanking :) & Owen and I have an amazing system worked out to make them even more fun. We are both insanely busy all the time and can't spend all the time we want together so we decided to create a tally system. Wherever we are, at any given time, Owen can give me a tally which counts as one minute of spanking with any implement he chooses. Mostly he gives me one if I'm making fun of him or if I'm being absurd. There is always a reason and when he spanks me, he'll ask me if I'm going to be a good girl or continue on whichever behavior got me that tally... it is some kind of sexy.

The best time I ever got my tally spankings was outside on some hiking trails. He cut a switch and used it for maybe 30 seconds and it left welts. Big worm like ones... and then the rest of the time he used his hand. BEST PART THOUGH: He is trying to take a picture of my red ass and a runner passes by!!! We were both like "uhhh...." I flipped my skirt down but I'm pretty sure he saw my bright red ass and my panties around my knees.

Last time I got my tally spankings it as for five minutes and this was my ass afterwards:



It hurt sooo good :)

Most Deserved Spanking of the Week

Bristol Palin.

You cannot tell your mother that you got engaged to your son's estranged father via a gossip magazine! Have a little more respect for yourself. Ugh...

Hopefully, Sarah Palin will give her what she has coming!

Love means never having to say you're sorry...

I totally and completely disagree with that quote. Love means having to say you are sorry over and over again. It also means that you forgive them. That is true love. And that is what I think the domestic discipline relationship is. It is give and take. It's making a mistake, owning up to it, saying you're sorry, and taking the consequences.

There are lots of times when I am either being stubborn or am too embarrassed to admit that I am wrong and apologize. I hate being wrong, like everyone else in the world, but to the nth degree. I will refuse to admit defeat until I see the proof (from a credible source). That is one of our biggest hurdles in our relationship. We are both insanely smart in our respected fields. I am a writer and an avid study of literature while he loves anything to do with math and sciences. When we start broaching each others fields of study and profession, we immediately start to try and one up each other. At first, it's friendly. We laugh and tease and then I turn it into something nasty and am adamant that what I said was correct and basically refuse to listen to him. This is in no way, shape, or form good for our relationship.

So to rectify this we have inserted spanking into the instances. If I start getting catty and superior, he takes me down a few notches. We talk everything out, apologize, make a plan for improvement for both of us, and then he spanks me as a way to release the emotion and guilt. It also serves as a reminder of "Hey, act like that again and the same will happen". And no one likes to have a red, hot ass on days when it is 100 degrees outside and your air conditioner is barely working...

Good little girls they never show it

Last week, Owen & I finally got our own place after numerous tries and numerous failures, we accomplished it. Everything was running smoothly, we weren't worried about roommates hearing anything or anyone barging in on us. Then, Monday I got an attitude. I don't know if it was stress from all the heat or finances or just needing a spanking, but I got mean. He was trying to wash the dishes, you know, doing something nice for me and I got up to see what he is doing and immediately start telling him that this is wrong and that is wrong and how could he think that it was clean. Granted he wasn't using a dish cloth, just his hand, but I didn't need to get huffy or tell him to just leave and I'll finish. Strike 1.Owen left to go fume and I finished up the dishes. I didn't apologize even when he came in to ask me how I'd like him to do the dishes and to tell me that he just didn't know. I did a while later in the car but not that second.

Then later, we were having trouble getting my license plate off my car. I know more about cars and tools than him because I grew up around it whereas he grew up around technology. He brought somethings that he thought would help get it off and I immediately set into him again, telling him those are not going to work and I wasn't entirely sure why he thought they would. Not very nice, right? Then, adding insult to injury, just took the tools inside. Strike 2.

Owen isn't very good with talking about his emotions so we were driving around doing some errands and I asked him if he was still mad (I had realized now what a bitch I was being and had apologized) and he said he was still upset. I understood. I asked him if he would feel better if he would spank me and, of course, the next word out of his mouth was "Yes". Strike 3.

Needless to say that when we got back to the apartment I got spanked. Now, I wasn't sure at first if it was for play or for punishment (he doesn't like to talk about things) but he told me after it was for punishment. He did it in two parts. The first was with his hand. It hurt like hell. After he was done, he said, "That was for earlier We're even." But then he got to thinking about and we started talking about it and we both knew it wasn't enough. I was soon kneeling on a chair and ottoman (after he told me SEVERAL times to do it) and was getting spanked with the dreaded bath brush... I hate that thing. He felt immensely better afterward and I did but didn't. I felt like it should have had more boundaries so that way I knew for sure it was a punishment and that I knew why I was getting spanked.

How do most people do these types of spankings? Do you have set rules or a special implement? Is this how most people play it out?

Granted, we are fairly new to the actual punishment part, so I guess, we are feeling each other out but I would LOVE some advice.

XOXO

Hello, I've just got to let you know...

Why, hello spanking world! I have been a lurker far too long and I feel it is time to properly introduce myself. My name is Twyla, everyone calls me Ty, I'm from a little state called West Virgina... not Western Virginia and not anywhere near a damn beach. Some might judge me based on my roots and say "this blog will be a terrible read because she probably doesn't know how to read or write or use the internet" but here I am, proving you wrong. I have a slight, just slight, obsession with all things Disney related. No one ever truly grows up, right? I am engaged to a wonderful, sweet, and caring man named Owen. He has strong arms, soft hands, and the most beautiful blue eyes. We started our journey into spanking together a couple years ago and have finally progressed into something close to (at least the cousin of) a domestic discipline relationship. I've always kept a journal and now I have a special one just for things related to spanking. How CUTE is it??





Found it at a Disney Store while on vacation a few weeks ago!! Love it!

I decided that I have too many questions that a journal can't answer but a blog might be able, too. Here's to hoping!