tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-113645032024-02-19T14:54:01.136-08:00A little bit of spanking (ok so a lot abit of it)This blog is for adults over the age of 18. So if you are under 18, or spanking between consenting adults bothers you, please look elsewhere.
However, if you are 18 or above, and enjoy spanking, then feel free to look around, and suffer my constant odd thought processes...and spankings ;-)mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comBlogger416125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-25821033116950898232011-03-07T12:17:00.001-08:002011-03-07T12:17:32.273-08:00A PlanThinking about my needs vs. my wants is a hard thing to do. I don't want to be spanked, I NEED to be spanked. I know it's weird. I acknowledge this about myself. However, when I think about age play, I know I WANT a Daddy, but do I NEED one? That is the ultimate question.<br /><br />So, I've come up with a plan...one that probably won't work, but it's a plan nonetheless. If I find a male person who is very much into DD...and I am upfront about the age play thing...is it possible that he could become a Daddy? Or, could he at least provide some of the emotional support that I need from a Daddy? I know its an improbable scenario. However, I think that the leap isn't THAT huge. in theory a male person (or top if you will) that likes DD is already looking to guide the spankee (or bottom) in certain aspects of her life. I think that at least part of the set up for a Daddy is there. If I am up front, and they know already (and they don't freak out)...it's possible that it might work...maybe. Even if it doesn't work, at least I would be getting one of my needs met.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-13026527517844335592011-03-01T10:40:00.001-08:002011-03-01T10:58:02.246-08:00RESET!!! Start here!!!If you are new to this blog, I recommend you start here. There are a few years worth of information in the archives, but if you want to know me as I am now. Start here. You can always go back later and read the endless posts that I have made about silly things which helped to get me where I am. I just want you to know before going back and reading that I am a different person than I was then. There are 3 years of my life missing from this blog. What follows in this post is a quick summary of what happened before, during, and after those 3 years.<br /><br />I started this blog almost 7 years ago to document my exploration of the world of BDSM and spanking. I learned about age play, and how that fits into my life, and explored a few different men who were trying to fulfill my needs (both spanking and age play). I had many good experiences during that time, and a few not so good ones. Then, a little over 3 years ago, I was raped. I was devastated, and subsequently abandoned this blog and (almost) everything to do with the life style. I thought that there was no way for me to continue something that could put me into that situation. Over time though, I started to recover. Almost a year ago, I managed to have my first post trauma relationship. It didn't end on the best terms after 6 months, but it proved to me that I was at least somewhat capable of moving forward with my life. Then in the last 2 months, I have felt the desire to return to this world consume me. I've started looking for both age play and spanking partners to talk to (though ideally one person would enjoy both), and I have joined online communities solely for the purpose of finding friends (just getting up and leaving doesn't do much for social connections). I have made a commitment to myself to up front about what I want, and making it clear when I don't like something. I have also made the commitment to take things slow and not rush. Some people don't seem to like this, but I don't really care. What has changed about me in the last 3 years is that I am not afraid to speak my mind anymore. Where did "beating around the bush" get me before? No where. I realized that if two people are not absolutely clear from the beginning about what their expectations are, any sort of relationship is doomed to fail. However, the stakes are higher in this realm of society. <br /><br />My story begins about 4 1/2 years ago. I had just moved half way across the United States (to Missouri) on a whim, and was trying to be a brave and independent 20 year old. I had always had a deep desire for discipline (spanking) so I started to try meeting people on the internet. I had previously met someone online in CA the moment I turned 18 to be spanked. It was awkward, but nothing too traumatic happened. So I figured to dive in and see what I found. What I discovered was that the spanking community in Missouri was waaaaaaay bigger than I thought it was. That was how I met Ted, who lived near my apartment. I knew that he was a daddy, but we never discussed it (mainly because I had no idea what it was, and it honestly made me uncomfortable). We didn't end up working out (because he left the state and I didn't hear from him for 3 months). When he came back, I had already met someone else from the same site, so that ended any sort of romantic ideas for us. However, we are still really good friends, and he has witnessed every part of this story.<br /><br />The man that I met after Ted was William (there are lots of posts here about him). William was very very very much into age play (his profile spoke of teddy bears and trips to the park). He contacted me as a friend and just wanted to talk to people in the area. We talked for a few weeks before my fascination took over and I had to know what the age play was about. Soooo, we decided to meet. I remember being so nervous! I actually (stupidly) went over to his house and he offered to take me to buy a stuffed animal. I agreed and so we went, and i ended up with a frog. We went back to his apartment and he convinced me to try on a few different outfits he had (unfortunately, most were made for someone tiny. I am not tiny...I'm chubby)...BUT he had 1 outfit that fit me perfectly, so I wore that. The afternoon continued with coloring, The Little Mermaid (my fav) and a spanking. However, what he thought of as a spanking and what I thought of as one were two very different things. Spanking being my first fetish, I wanted something a little harder than he was comfortable giving. Yet, I was so overcome with the power and emotions evoked by the situation that I did almost cry from the like 10 swats. So went our relationship. I drove 2 hours to visit him every two weeks and we would squeeze as much in as we could, then I would go home. He learned how to spank after a while, and I fell HARD for him. He encouraged me into diapers (which I never thought I would do in my life!) and I kind of liked it! Things plugged along slowly yet surely. Then I found out that he was seeing other little girls (we never said we were exclusive...) and I was hurt. However, delusional me kept it up hoping he would choose me. That was until he told me he "didn't see a future" with me and decided to move to CA (which was kind of irritating because I had just left CA a year before...). What was more devastating was that within a month of moving to CA, he had found a little girl and they became engaged. I seriously cried for a month straight.<br /><br />At this point I became so addicted to the idea of a daddy that I started looking for one with every ounce of my being. That was how I met Nick. He was really nice. He even said he thought I might be a robot because i was perfect. He asked me to call him Daddy (which I had never called William), and I was happy to do so. I only really met with him twice (because he lived in Colorado), but we spoke everyday. We ended up not working out because he turned out to be little himself.<br /><br />The loss of Nick just reignited my sadness from William, so I mourned the loss of him for a second time. I decided I had enough of Missouri, and started planning to return to California.<br /><br />In my desperation I tried a new site, and I came across a man that lived about 30 minutes from where my family was. So I figured that I would start talking to him, and eventually meet up once I had moved back. However, he wanted to fly me to California for a weekend alone right before my scheduled move. Now, we had only been talking for about 2 weeks, but I figured it was probably my last chance to do so without my family becoming suspicious. So, I decided to just go for it, and he bought the ticket. As I was driving to the airport, my car suddenly ran out of gas (and I mean suddenly! like it went from a quarter of a tank to empty within minute) and I was stuck on the freeway. I should have taken it as a sign. However, instead, highway patrol gave me gas, and I barely caught the flight. When i arrived at the airport, I was a little taken back when he picked me up in a 50th anniversary edition Corvette. I considered walking back into the airport and figuring out a way home, but instead (against my better judgment) climbed into that car. It was night when I arrived, so we drove for a couple of hours and stayed at this beach side bed and breakfast for the night. It was cute and I kind of wish i remember where it was because I would totally go back on my own if I could. However, he wanted to press on (he had a specific destination in mind) so I climbed back into his ostentatious car and we drove for a few more hours. He proceeded to take me to this $500 per night resort which made me even more uncomfortable. I at this point started to sense something weird so I took a voluntary nap to try to escape the situation. He woke me up to watch the sunset and to try and tried to do adult things, but I rejected him. We went to sleep, and I figured that I had gotten off lucky (because I was flying out the next day). The next morning when I woke up, I put on 3 layers of clothes to ensure that the so far chaste trip would remain so. It didn't work. The next thing I knew I was handcuffed and kneeling on the floor (how could I say not comply with the handcuffing when he was: 1. A Daddy and 2. Had spent so much money...so I felt obligated to humor him). He at that point demanded that I orally pleasure him repeatedly. I just kept panicking more and more to the point where I refused and told him I couldn't do it anymore. He kept demanding, so I curled into a ball on the floor and kept saying no. He then proceeded to strip me from the waist down and did bad things to me anally against my will. I remember crying a lot, and him saying that "sometimes it is about you. sometimes it is about me." I couldn't really do much about it since I was handcuffs, so all I could do was cry. After he was done, there were a few hours until my flight, so I was forced to stay with him until he decided to take me to the airport. I held out emotionally pretty well until I made it home to my bed 8 hours later. I cried a lot from the shock of what happened.<br /><br />A week later I moved back home to California. I ended a lot of friendships with other littles because I just couldn't handle it. I decided to live a purely vanilla life (though I still fantasized about meeting a nice daddy). However, I couldn't handle any sort of relationship for a while. I didn't actually manage to have a vanilla relationship until a year ago. And it wasn't until the last few months that I became comfortable with the idea of an age play relationship again. I just realized how much of a part of me it had become and how happy it made me. So I came back.<br /><br />I think about the rape everyday. I would never wish this sort of experience on anyone. And I hope that other people are able to avoid the same mistake. I am 97% better now, but now I don't know if I will really ever find (and be able to fully trust) a daddy or a dom.<br /><br />I guess that is what this is for now. To document my experiences post trauma and try and work through what I never thought possible.<br /><br />Hopefully my future postings will be less sad and more happy.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-53490693994919381352008-09-06T00:11:00.000-07:002008-09-06T00:35:22.295-07:00yes I am still here...and I need a spanking more than any normal human being. Things have been very complicated for me lately. Mainly i am being laid off in a month...but then today they asked me to stay till February for 2 dollars more an hour plus I still get my $1000 stay bonus...so that never hurts. Due to the stress of my job loss I havent really had time to blog. However, HAVE NO FEAR!!! I have returned to blog because i have no one to spank me so I have to make due with my brain...Hence...<br /><br />REASONS I NEED A SPANKING!!!!<br /><br />1. I was 2 hours late to work on Tuesday be cause I forgot I was supposed to come in early.<br /><br />2. My car tags are expired...by almost a year<br /><br />3. I use the internet at work when I am not supposed to at all<br /><br />4. I can't stick to a budget<br /><br />5. I always stay up too late so I end up waking up late and am almost late to work all the time.<br /><br />Thats all i can think of right now...hopefully some more come up ;-)mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-47894216022304970392008-06-14T20:43:00.000-07:002008-06-14T21:01:20.553-07:00back...finally lolYes...my moving is finally complete and I once again have a little of what we call "free time". I've once again begun what could be deemed as "the great search". What I am searching for is the best question I think. What it boils down to is im pretty freaking horny and need a spanking. Thats the truth. lolmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-65387381706621287762008-05-29T23:30:00.000-07:002008-05-29T23:33:09.458-07:00spank me pink!!!Sorry I have been so vacant as of late. I have been busy getting my room remodeled so I can move in with my sister. Its finally almost finished (after 4 months...) and I should be able to move in Sunday (SHOULD). The funny thing is, I painted my bathroom pink...not just pink...but it GLOWS pink...like a bottom fresh from being spanked...perhaps thats why I picked the color ;-)<br /><br />Anyway I should hopefully get back to normalcy soon. yay!!!mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-35987248837163238802008-05-18T22:36:00.000-07:002008-05-18T22:41:36.645-07:00A hairbrush story...One of the things that brings me the most amusement is going to the beauty supply store with my sister. This is for 1 reason and 1 reason only. The hairbrush aisle. I know what you are thinking...and the answer is yes. I do look for the "perfect" wooden hairbrush for spanking. HOWEVER, my sister knows what I am doing...so it makes it more amusing. When she discovered this blog over a year ago (I since shut it down...then started it back up...I don't think she looks or remembers anyway)...one of the things she was most upset about was that I looked for hairbrushes. The reason it upset her so much was that I had convinced her I was always looking for a good brush for my hair, and that the wooden boar hair are best for your hair (which is actually TRUE). Now, since she knows, when I step into the hairbrush section she is like "you are so mean, i can't believe you told me that"...or something to that effect. I don't even really need to look anymore (I have a rather good one)...but now I just go cause it embarrasses her...muahahhaamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-26364263338221572232008-05-14T14:27:00.000-07:002008-05-14T14:32:16.134-07:00I gots a hankerin' for a spankerin'Soooooo...I have begun to look at spanking pictures on my phone at work. This may have come about for one (or both) of the following reasons:<br /><br />1. I am incredibly bored of my job and find strange ways to entertain myself (I made like 100 oragami cranes a month ago...then i decided to start covering my catalog with gum wrapper foil...spanking porn was the logical next step...).<br /><br />2. I am becoming desperate for a spanking, so even tiny little pictures that fit on my phone screen must suffice.<br /><br />Then again you could always count the fact that doing it at work could be construed as "naughty" (Me?! Never!) so its just another reason to spank me lol.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-74674366848236149292008-05-13T18:29:00.000-07:002008-05-13T18:41:01.180-07:00Cruisin' for a bruisin'...I had a brief exchange today with someone regarding punishment spankings. As it is pretty well known, I have never cried from a spanking...ever. This person brought up 2 good points:<br /><br />A. Was it hard enough?<br /><br />and <br /><br />B. Did the person doing it care about you? And did you feel sorry?<br /><br />The answer to A is...yes...I think. The first one ever left me pretty gosh darn bruised, though that doesn't really mean anything for hardness of spanking. The other ones were pretty hard and pretty ouchy. I know quite a few times I ended up rather marked, but then again the person was afraid to cause any real damage (not that he would have).<br /><br />The answer to B would be...ummm no. For sure the first person did not care about me at all. It was the equivalent of a 1 night spanking stand. As for the other person...I thought they did...but that was all an act. And I was never sorry...I am rarely sorry for my actions.<br /><br />So what does this mean? Maybe I am not cut out for being punished...or maybe I haven't found the right person.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-80849595804488522902008-05-10T21:55:00.000-07:002008-05-10T22:07:56.292-07:00Wow...Have I gone soft! Today was the first time I was REALLY home alone in a while, so I decided to take advantage of this fact and do some self spanking. It just felt like the right time to do it. After doing a quick sweep of the house to make sure that I was, in fact, truely alone, I dashed to my room to open my box o' crap. I decided to start with the item that would be the most easily used, the bathbrush. Unfortunately easy usage didn't really equate with best to start off with. I was laying there after about 10 swats thinking "Was it always THAT stingy?". I decided I needed an item with a larger surface area...apparently my brain thought that meant Lexan Paddle...bad idea. So...my butt was stinging and it hadn't even really be 50 swats. Irritated, I ended up grabbing the wood paddle to hopefully garner an effect that was at least semi-tolerable so that I could get a red warm bum of happiness. I ended up holding out for about 100 swats at a medium strength. As I laid there with a pink slightly warmish bottom, I began to reminice about times past. I distinctly remember times when I would spank myself to the point where my bum was red and bruised, afraid that someone would accidentally see and wonder what in the world I had done. I remember being able to be spanked quite hard by someone and have them worried about the condition of my bottom but me ready for me. I suppose I am just out of practice? On the brightside, getting spanked to tears is probably waaaay more probable now...mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-75861623186938439962008-05-07T11:50:00.000-07:002008-05-07T12:02:38.563-07:00The return of a fantasy...This might be a little more sexual than normal, but I don't care so I will share...<br /><br />Lately I have not been that spanking oriented fantasy-wise. I have just sort of been laying low mentally in that department. I have really just focused on having fun with my family and friends (and multiple puppies). I've been little...but not as little as before. Mostly, I've just been regrouping mentally and not even really thinking about getting spanked. Everytime someone would bring it up, I would just get incredibly nervous. Heck! I even stopped looking at spanking pictures and videos online! <br /><br />However, as of last night my interest was sparked by nothing in particular...and I began a search. And search I did...through all of the old websites I used to frequent...and I...became just about as wet as a slip-n-slide in a rain storm.<br /><br />The thing is...I am fine thinking about it...and I probably would be fine engaging in it...I'm just not comfortable yet having a conversation about it.<br /><br />Weird, yes?mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-2095679275731212302008-04-28T19:34:00.000-07:002008-04-28T19:39:29.980-07:00SF was...Pretty gosh darn awesome. I fell in love with the area and the peoples. If you want a full story, i suggest looking on my <a href="http://littlespanking.blogspot.com">other blog</a> to get the story (it was ageplayness what can I say?) I have decided that I liked it all so much that I would LOVE to live there. In fact my best friend Autumn and I are kinda sorta planning on it! I think we have a plan all figured out so I really really really hope it happens!mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-65649748647423854972008-04-18T09:28:00.001-07:002008-04-18T09:35:54.272-07:00Losing the faithI have come to the realization that I am losing my faith in people. I used to feel that people are in general good...and if not that they have the ability to change and become good. I think I have lost that overtime. Experiences in my adult life and led to be begin to just assume that people are...incredibly flawed...selfish...manipulative...angry...depressed. I don't think I trust people the way I used to. I only trust people who have given me cause to be trustworthy...that I know in person. Friends that I have online, that I have known forever...I kinda of trust them...but I don't think I would trust them to not hurt me or let me down in r/l. <br /><br />I just find myself hating people I used to consider friends (William, and others) because they have let me down beyond words. <br /><br />I just feel like I have lost so much faith in everyone.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-62735638946412286992008-04-11T19:56:00.000-07:002008-04-11T20:17:18.971-07:00Spanking problemsI find myself lately being less inclined towards this thing called spanking. I mean, its tough being single, so since there is no one to spank me, there is no reason for me to really desire it I suppose. When you think about it, there really is no reason to get or earn a spanking since there is no one to really deliver it. What does this mean? I pretty much am being good and boring lol. <br /><br />Perhaps an upcoming trip to visit my ageplay friends will respark the spanking flame for me. Or at least I hope i get to see someone spanked...it would be entertaining for ME! hehehemehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-24666764822694987272008-04-09T21:26:00.000-07:002008-04-09T21:28:23.083-07:00BRAT!I still don't understand why i get called one so often! I stand by the fact that I am not one. Though I can't find any proof to that effect lolmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-15382484615975799332008-04-06T22:10:00.000-07:002008-04-06T22:23:27.416-07:00Sometimes...You just need a good spanking. I'm not talking a really bad or harsh one...heck! I'm not even talking implements. I think I just would really like a good long OTK hand spanking. I think right now the combination of the physical contact and a warm stingy bum would benefit my brain. I think its nice to think about sometimes...though, if you can't stand fragments, please do not force yourself to read futher.<br /><br />I would have to do something naughty, hmmmm. Like...staying up past my bedtime. Being taken across an authoritative knee, my panties pulled down to my knees. Feeling a warm and comforting hand rubbing my bottom for a few moments. Tensing when I feel the hand leave my rear, knowing what is to come. Gasping a little when it makes its first contact. Forgeting each time how the prior smack felt. Basking in the warm spreading across my bottom and "special place". Starting to wiggle from the increasing sting. Clenching my jaw from the occasional harder swat. Sighing when it is over too soon. Grinning from what comes next ;-)mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-38546757711338513142008-04-04T21:55:00.000-07:002008-04-04T22:47:47.824-07:00Being a good girl...I had an interesting discussion with my older sister today regarding quite a few things. It turns out that she and my cousins used to smoke pot at family get-togethers. I didn't know this, but then again I was like 10 so how would I have known? I mean it continued for a few years, but still...I never felt compelled to even TRY pot. Then I started thinking...the worst thing I've ever done was drink...and I'm allergic to alcohol, so I don't even really do that.<br /><br />I never really do anything bad. However, I know when I am playing (spanking or otherwise) I PRETEND to be bad. I do silly things like color on the wall, etc. to get into "trouble"...but really nothing. It's actually quite fun if someone ASKS me if I've been naughty to be like "Maybe" or "What if I have?" and see the response (which is usually a spankign threat). Its fun, and I can maybe get the thrill of naughtiness without actually being naughty and getting in trouble.<br /><br />I supposed I am done rambling for now...mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-53758297357077564492008-04-03T22:31:00.001-07:002008-04-03T23:02:17.099-07:00This blog...So its been brought to my attention (not for the first time) that this blog is probably the best way to get to know me. I suppose its because I just talk and talk and talk about everything. I do my best to stay on topic (which is guess is helpful for those who want to understand THAT portion of me)...but I know I let every part of my life seep into what I write here. <br /><br />The truth is, so much has happened to me since I started this blog a little over 3 years ago...yes 3 years. This mainly started out as an escape for me 3 years ago when I was lost on what to do. I had started college with no idea what I wanted to do. I was having problems with my father. I just wasn't happy. <br /><br />Since then, I moved away...started working full time...moved back...still work full time, but now I have a goal. I do want to write still, I still have ideas for books. However, I don't know that it will be lucritive for me. I want to bake and have a bakery as my constant. That would make me happy. Yes, I live in California again, but this time I feel like I have more control over what is going on. I have grown so much over the last 3 years, i never thought I would be where I am.<br /><br />Emotionally, I've toughened up a lot, to the point where people think I have become apathetic (but its not true). I've been in relationships, most ending badly...but thats ok...because if they never happened I would probably be a lot more confused about life. If the most irritating of them all had never happened, I never would have discovered ageplay and felt so at home with so many people like me. <br /><br />Its true that many bad things have happened to me. I've dealt with my parents failing health (a lot of it was from a distance...which sucked). I was raped. I've been heart broken. I've been depressed to the point of not wanting to get out of bed. <br /><br />However, through it all...this blog has been here. Yes, I did abandon it for a replica for a portion of time, but this one the original has always been a constant. In fact, when I stopped posting, I could have deleted this entire thing, but I didn't. I suppose its because in the back of my mind I thought I may come back (which I obviously have). <br /><br />I think this blog is a good extention of me. Its who I have been and who I am all wrapped into words that I randomly type when bored.<br /><br />PS. I updated the links...check them out hehemehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-51907659169878515732008-03-25T21:47:00.000-07:002008-03-25T21:49:01.843-07:002 hours and 10 minutes!Until I turn 22! Alas...as always...no birthday spanking for me! I will do my best to survive lol.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-14641102841438091172008-03-23T09:24:00.000-07:002008-03-23T09:28:11.193-07:00Advice...<span style="font-style:italic;">If you look through my comments, a few days ago, someone left a comment requesting advice on how to introduce spanking into a vanilla relationship. I decided to post it here as well as a reference point, and also incase anyone wants to contribute to my advice. </span><br /><br />To answer your question about introducing spanking into a relationship. Its actually not as weird as you think it is. I mean, many guys if you told them would be like "really? is that all?". I suggest, since you are already in a sexual relationship, to ask him what his biggest fantasy/turn-on (that you both haven't done yet). After he answers, then just say that you like to be spanked. Its really a bigger issue in your head than it is in real life (now if you were trying to introduce ageplay or something that would be a totally different story).<br /><br />The problem comes up when the spanking actually happens. If a guy is not inclined to spank you, then it will likely go like this...you will be making out (or in the midst of sex) and he will randomly smack your butt and think that is sufficient. So you will probably need to discuss how you want the spanking to go. However, you will need to keep in mind that if the guy is truely vanilla...you will probably have to compromise on how it goes. Some people are really hesistant about protentially hurting others. So, just take it slow. Even if the first time is just you laying over his lap with him massaging your butt to get used to the idea. Slowly over time he will realize that you truely do enjoy it, and will progressively get more daring when spanking you.<br /><br />On the other hand, he may like it and you worried over nothing. ;-)<br /><br />Kellymehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-81974716734500683282008-03-23T01:57:00.001-07:002008-03-23T02:02:10.631-07:00I'm back!!!For those of you who have been trying to find my other blog, the address is littlespanking.blogspot.com. <br /><br />The problem with that one is, I just never felt the connection I did here. I mean, lots of things have happened in the last 7-8 months I've been posting there. Things that are not very exciting or happy, but feel free to read about the biggest one <a href="http://littlespanking.blogspot.com/2008/01/careful.html">here</a>.<br /><br />After much thought and consideration, I have decided to start posting here again. The other I will continue to post on (but if you look, i never really posted much there), so i will be duel posting. I know i have lost so many of you who used to read this blog, but maybe I some stragglers are still around...and maybe new peoples will come. If not, i will still post...if not just for me.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-25860083864163739782007-08-07T14:00:00.000-07:002007-08-07T14:28:14.597-07:00Hello....hello....hello...hello<span style="font-weight:bold;">ECHO</span> ECHO echo echo...<br /><br />This is my last post ever on this blog. I have made a new blog. I wish I could tell you address, however I can't because that would defeat the purpose of making a new blog (to regain my privacy...). I will be emailing some blog owners to let them know but other than that all I can say is that i really really hope you find my new blog. I promise that if you do stumble across it you will know its mine.<br /><br />Farewell!<br /><br />Kellymehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-11100374906742745792007-06-24T11:48:00.000-07:002007-06-24T11:55:54.514-07:00Do other people do this? ;-)I have been thinking (I know...strange!). When I'm with William and we are engaging in sex the things described are like the extremes of what we do...or not extremes so much as just taken farther. For example once when we were doing it, he started talking about how he thought he should put me in a diaper and have me wear it and the uniform on the drive home. That didn't happen, but it sounded nice at the moment. Or when I had him tied to the bed last weekend, I was telling him I should leave him there for an entire day. I don't think any of this is strange, I just think its funny...I also think that one day it wouldn't hurt to try doing one of those things promised in the heat of the moment...mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-47963708941637318662007-06-23T12:26:00.000-07:002007-06-23T12:31:15.701-07:00Hey all!So why have I been pretty much AWOL you ask? Well job crap is exhausting for one. And I've been tired due to not sleeping much. However, I think its time for me to be movin' this blog. Where? I don't know yet (i have to think of a creative name :-P) When? Not yet...trust me you'll know. I'll do my best to keep you all updated on the status of this moving-ness!!! Why? Ummm its a long story<br /><br />I will however say this. When I move the new blog will be more 50/50 probably. Spanking for the spankos, and ageplay for the bigs and littles.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-47407522444258905442007-06-19T11:36:00.001-07:002007-06-19T11:46:46.753-07:00How the weekend went...So it was the "big" weekend (aren't I funny and pun-y)...anyway it went well I think. I pretty much did my best to make it awesome for him since he's never had the opportunity to really be little before. I made his favorite cookies, bought his favorite cereal, made apple sauce, all the good stuff. He DID get spanked 3 times hehehe, but only 1 was really anything he could feel...I made him jump a few times tee hee. He even spent the night tied to the bed :-D<br /><br />New morning was fun, we watched a movie and he decided he was all littled out. So I took the opportunity to have fun with father's day. I got spanked and tied to the bed (why didn't i think that he would use what i did as ideas?!). I tried on new stuffs I bought...neither were what I wanted...I'm selling them on ebay :-D. At one point he was like "you can color and play with puzzles"...but I kind of just fell asleep on him lol. (that happens sometimes).<br /><br />Then there was sex. More versions of it than I've had in a 24 hour period...it was good...hell he got to orgasm 4 times in a 24 hour period...3 of those times were within a period of less than 12 hours. <br /><br />AND I'm missing a bunch of stuff...like the bath...the corner time...the fact that I was a push over when it came to cookies...mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364503.post-87307525947377732372007-06-13T06:59:00.000-07:002007-06-13T07:07:57.069-07:00experimentaaaaation....so i have been buying stuff for the kinky usage. Like a dress...a blue thing...and some new diapers. I have heard of these <a href="http://www.bambinodiapers.com">Bambino diapers</a> so I have purchased some to be tested this weekend. However, I will not be wearing them...tee hee.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396808337453596340noreply@blogger.com