Coloring Book

The idea for a kinky/spanking coloring book raised its bright, shiny eyes to me one day (while I was desperately trying to find an outlet for said kinky inspirations) when I stumbled across this lovely illustration: (if you are the originator or know of the originator please let me know so I can credit you)

Now, I know that coloring books are rarely looked upon in today's society as appropriate adult entertainment. But, then again, neither is spanking, really, by a majority of the world! :-P Besides, the above, like many of the other black-and-white, color-in-able drawings of spankings that I've found, could hardly be deemed as child-appropriate, either...

Wouldn't it be nice to decide just the shade of red the center of our attention should be in an illustration like this? I know I would take up coloring again every once in a while if the subject matter were as compelling. :D It's a movement for the arts! Get out your markers/crayons/colored pencils/paint brushes/wooden spoons/leather straps/paddles and get to it! :D

If I had the means and production materials necessary for the making of said coloring book (one can dream), a few other choice drawings would probably find their way in, too -- please feel free to print and color at your own leisure (as long as you don't try to sell anything!):

A theme variation from Alice in Wonderland, as well as something that could have come out of Jurassic Park...

And a delightful olden-day camping trip in the woods... All with plenty of detail to kick off the start of your coloring pleasure... :D

Faerie Tails :)

If you have read more than a few entries here (god bless you :D), you will probably have noticed that I tend to exhibit a certain affinity for the involvement of faeries in my spanking day-dreams. I only began to notice this myself as I began to write, and realized just how many faeries seem to inhabit my thoughts...!



One reader noticed this, and kindly sent me some lovely pictures with a fairy/spanking/pixie theme about them... This one is an illustration which I had never seen before -- an artist's rendition of Tinkerbell :D I will here quote his own words: "Positively begging for a spanking, wouldn't you say?" Why, yes, I would! :D



Now, once I came to terms with the admittedly high volume of spanked faeries I seem to find, I started thinking about what factors may be contributing to my interest in this particular area.

If you are a spanko, or know any, you will know what I mean when I say that I've been this way since childhood. Looking up the word "spank" in the dictionary (which actually for me took a few years of building up my courage -- it was a while before I could even keep myself from purposely avoiding the entire "sp" section of the dictionary just to stay away from the word and the reaction it would cause in me)... Becoming peculiarly and embarrassingly interested whenever other children or adults told stories that involved spanking...

Well, one day, during the ripe young age of pre-adolescence, I was flipping through a lovely book in the store -- even then I knew that if I had food and water, I could live my whole life in Barnes and Noble. This particular book on this particular day happened to be Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book.

Firstly, I was already interested in faeries and dragons and magic and fantastical exploits by then. The idea of a young woman sent out to press flowers in her book, like any young lady of her day and age was expected to do, but finding instead, fairies to press where there should have been flowers... intrigued me. Not only that, but the illustrations in the book, and it's artistic structure, appealed very much to my young and fanciful eye. It wasn't until I came across a very specific illustration, however, that the book fused itself into my memory and elicited from me the same physical and emotional, quite unexpected reaction described above.

I remembered this book when pondering my interest in the two seemingly unrelated subjects of faeries and spanking, and my pre-teen experience standing there in the bookstore came rushing back to me. I searched, and here, dear readers, I have for you the alleged picture in question, which may or may not have had an impact on the early developmental years of my kink:



Although this beautifully illustrated pressed fairy seems to have undergone an unfortunate splattering effect (as have many of Lady Cottington's distressed pressed faeries), one cannot mistake the element of charm captured in her posture and urgent facial expression. My breath stopped when I saw this picture as a young, impressionable child (who, if you remember back to your own days of innocent childhood, had very rarely been privy to the sight of any pictured form of the naked human body, even if it was the slightest hint of the softest of soft porn like the above). If anyone had seen me at that moment I'm sure I would have been blushing, and soon thereafter I felt compelled to put the book back on the shelf and steer clear of it for a while lest the same embarrassing sensation overtook me unawares a second time.

Clearly, no spanking is happening in this picture, but the implication and exposure is very much there -- I think at the time I first saw her, it was more just the idea that this poor fairy would now have to live an eternity of innumerable people flipping through the pages of the book and finding her and staring at her embarrassing predicament, she unable to move or do anything to prevent it... :D Goodness... what avenues of fantasy this post has taken! : )

Thus, I hope my affinity for faeries has been more thoroughly explained, not only to you but also to myself, and I'm sure many more entries featuring these lovely (mostly female) little creatures will find their way through the door into fruition and discussion. :)

Backseat Spanking

Back after a two-month hiatus! I should be spanked for such lackadaisical blog up-keep... :D just a suggestion...

Speaking of which, I had a fun time driving a friend to the airport recently... A spanko friend, of course :D Unfortunately we didn't get any time to play while he was in town this time, but I was able to drive him to his flight home...

Once we got to the 'picking up and dropping off' area right outside the airport (you know, the place where you can only stay for like 30 seconds before a stampede of guards comes rampaging over to you like you're going to set off a bomb...) -- Once we got there, I got out of the car, naturally, to help him get his bags out of the backseat. Alright, I suppose maybe that wasn't the only reason I got out... :D

After he'd revved me up, so to speak, during the drive over with hot and steamy talk of spanking, I suppose he just couldn't resist... Right there in front of the airport, people and all, he took the opportunity to bend me over the backseat of my own car from the outside. "Just pretend you're looking for something, that's it..."

He then proceeded to land three, HARD, swats over my jeans... Seriously, I had forgotten that he could swing that hard, I felt all three through my entire body... He then helped me stand back up straight, my face bright red, saying, "Did you find it?" :P!!

Needless to say, I was INCREDIBLY distracted on the way home... Good thing I could concentrate, just barely, on not crashing my car, or I might have had to deal with some burly young police-man, too...! :D

Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and Happy New Year!

Law Enforcement

With a recently acquired shiny new car (seems to be kind of a rite of passage in western societies, although admittedly mine is rather later than average...), I have been experiencing much more opportunity to exercise my mobility muscles! =)

Along with this new-found ability to drive everywhere, however, comes, inevitably, more chances of getting caught in forgetful, mild fudging of traffic laws... I would never do it on purpose! Honest! But, statistically, my chances of getting pulled over do increase with the corresponding increase in my time spent driving. So, unfortunately, I have now been pulled over twice by two different cops since the recent addition of a vehicle into my life.

Now, we are entering into the realm of fantasy, because the reality of the abuse of power is no joke and not a desirable phenomenon at all... But it can make for some rather nice day dreams :D


In my version of events (much like a 2009 version of the above drawing by Dan DeCarlo), when I was pulled over in the middle of the day on the side of the highway for doing 85 in a 70 zone (that's MILES per hour, for those across the water :P), the officer was every bit as nice* as he was in reality, but not without a certain courtesy from me in return... He would only be nice about lowering the monetary and reputationary consequences of my speeding ticket if I would consent to being spanked for it, right there, right then, on the side of the highway...

In my version of events, the kind officer was even kind enough to utilize the semi-privacy offered by my car and spank me on the side not directly facing the roaring traffic of mid-morning.

In my version of evens I got precisely what I wanted (although not without an inordinate amount of embarrassment at the locus of the event...) and didn't have to feel bad about how very nice this officer was being -- needless to say, I never even got out of the car for so much as a sobriety test (being completely sober), let alone for a road-side spanking.

Ah well :D One can dream... :D

*It was my first ticket, and he said he was going to "let me off" with a ticket for 5 over on the highway instead of 15 over on the highway, which wouldn't put any points on my driver's license, but would still cost a pretty penny...

Birthday Fun :)

How much fun are kinky birthday parties!? :D Well, let me highlight a few aspects, and you can decide for yourselves...! : )

Firstly, we kicked off the kinky part of the evening with me over the birthday boy's (man's) knee, taking his spanking. The whole party's attendance was lifestyle friendly, and *all* of them were watching. Not just sitting around nearby chatting, but actively participating -- *counting* for him, none-the-less. You would have been able to tell who held what sentiments in the room: all of the submissives/spankees were trying to raise their voices over the dominants/spankers, who were trying to count like, "1... 1... 1... 2... 2... 2... 2... 3... 3..." or else starting in rounds so that when half of the room got to count 5, the other half would try to start over again at 1... :D Luckily (or unluckily?) the subbies were able to stay on track and I did end up with the correct number, plus one to grow on (even though it wasn't *my* birthday!).

Definitely luckily (and *not* unluckily), I was allowed to keep my clothes on *phew!* Because in that kind of crowd (at least 12 other people), even though they were all kinky, I would have been absolutely mortified to be wearing anything less... I was in pink shorts with the name of my school screen-printed across the seat -- the only piece of clothing I own with writing across the butt like that -- I've always been self-conscious about drawing that kind of attention... :P

I was over his lap with my hands clutching the leg of the chair and his thigh, and both of my feet off the ground, knees bent. He was in a straight-backed, armless chair smack in the middle of the room *blush* I could see people out of the corner of my eye arranging themselves to get a better view... He used a wood-enforced leather strap -- quite pliable but still stingy and thuddy at the same time... :D

Because of the company, you can imagine that I wasn't the only one to receive his birthday spanking...!! : )

After he finished with me, and I slipped off his lap, kneeling beside him with my face buried in his thigh while the room clapped and cheered, another girl's name was called out as the rightful recipient of a second spanking. Although she had experienced a great many different kinds of implements and chains and benches and levels of pain that I can only imagine, she'd never had an over-the-knee spanking before, so her mixed apprehension and curiosity were quite apparent to the room. As she and others had done for me, I struggled to keep my counting voice above those who would cause her to get far more than the allotted number of spanks, and just as good always triumphs over evil, we won in the end :D

The rest of the night was full of kinky fun, but that's a story for another day...!

Be well and happy spanks! :D

Midterms and Mishaps

Apologies for the long pause in entries! As a university student, I am prone to fall into bouts of examination, during which the rest of my life routinely goes on hold, until the fever dies and the exams pass (or, rather, I pass the exams! :D)

Meanwhile, along with the stress of studying and sleep-depriving come some very interesting dreams... :D

I have two for you from this time! In hopes of making up for the time lapse...

First, earlier last week, around Tuesday or Wednesday night, I ventured very briefly into the elusive land of kinky dreams, armed with my exam-anxiety... I dreamt that I was taking a test -- one of those mostly multiple choice/some short answer/one or two essays tests... (not that I have those anymore... at this stage I'm either writing extensive papers or giving 30-minute in-class presentations instead...)... For some odd reason, I couldn't concentrate on the test -- perhaps it was because I was so very acutely aware of the consequences of wrong answers...

Every point off, our professor had explained, would be dealt with after-the-fact by means of cane strokes. *blush* You can imagine my distress...

I even knew the counting system: the multiple choice questions, worth less than the short answer and essay, would only merit one stroke per wrong answer. For every point off on the short answer, however, it was another two strokes, and for the essay/s, three. That's three strokes of the cane for every single missing point on the essays!!

Desperately, I sat there staring at the exam paper, stuck somewhere in the middle of the multiple choice questions, already starting to feel the heat build...

Thus ended that lovely dream (I told you it was brief!)... and promptly the next morning off I went to tackle the first of my midterms!

Later (earlier this week), as exams were winding down, I was graced with another intriguing nightly journey, this time to "The Land of Mishaps"...

Terribly odd, I know.

I felt like I was in that book... *thinks very deeply for a moment to fish around for the title* ...the crossroad to..?, the bus stop..., the station of... Ah! The Phantom Tollbooth. A very interesting book -- I'd recommend it -- a quick read, full of lovely metaphors for life lessons and whatnot... Anyway, "The Land of Mishaps" felt very much like the world of The Phantom Tollbooth, with rather bizarre concepts and plays-on-words floating around everywhere, and colored (as is the book) with a kind of British-y tint :D

(I swear, my kink will probably always harbor a connection with British concepts and ideas, I think because my first exposure to kink was through Roald Dahl's children's (and other) books, and my first fantasies thus followed the pattern of old English school children, etc...)

"The Land of Mishaps" was quite full of all these lovely, quirky people, who had come to accept and even to relish the fact that their daily lives were to be ridden with mishaps and mistakes and misunderstandings and misdirections and mis-speaks and mis-thrown objects and misfires and missing items... Things went wrong everywhere all the time and all of Mishaps's inhabitants simply thought of it as everyday life...

I don't know by what means I'd come to find myself there, or what I was supposed to be doing there, but I do know that in the dream, I wasn't a regular resident of Mishaps. I was still very much of the mind that I should avoid mishaps when possible, and thus stuck out like a purple-polka-dotted hippopotamus trying to fit into a puddle.

People stared at me when I didn't trip and fall on my face when I stepped up or down from a roadside curb, or when the door didn't swing back and hit me on the way out of a building (as if I could control the *door's* decisions!) :P

Ladies in the coffee-shop would mutter behind their hands and point at me when I finished a drink without spilling a single drop on myself... Strapping young lads would turn away as if uninterested when I pronounced a difficult word correctly or could always find my keys in my purse when I got to my unchipped, undented, pristine little car.

The discomfort of such social estrangement got to the point (days in dreamland, probably something like minutes in real-time) where I started seriously considering making mistakes on purpose, just to fit in. Small ones, you know, not like misplacing my car or mistaking someone's intentions, but perhaps I could mearn to lis-speak every thow and nen, or "mis-step" and stumble into some handsome man's arms...

But it wasn't until a few days (minutes) later, while sitting in a coffee shop, presumably reading or writing or studying or somesuch, that I happened to overhear a conversation which convinced me, once and for all, that I had to learn to pretend-mishap.

A young woman, perhaps a few years older than me but not many, was sitting across the way at a table with an older, smart-looking gentleman (in a grey suit-jacket and hat), whom I assumed, from their conversation, to be a romantic partner of hers. Perhaps, as I suspected in the dream, her husband.

The couple were quirky and lovely to begin with, stumbling over each other on their way into the cafe and then misdirecting each other to sit in the seat that each was in fact intending as their own... Once they were finally settled and had already mis-ordered twice before correcting themselves, the gentleman flipped out (on the second try) a tiny little black notebook, fitted an over-large monocle to one eye, and began to address the woman (probably his wife).

"Now, Dear, I believe that's" (and scribbling down in his notebook as he continues) "one stumble on the way in, one attempt at the wrong tide of the sable, and *two* mistakes in ordering! Add that to--" At this point his monocle popped out and it took him two tries to get it back in the right way, meanwhile his wife was turning redder by the second and fidgeting in her seat. "--Add that to shutting your cress in the dar door, excuse me, your *dress* in the *dar* coor, oh, hang-it-all, you know what I mean -- along with mis-matching your shoes, and mistaking the mailman for the milkman, or, that is, the milkman for the mailman..., and we've got..." he moved his pen down his notebook along what seemed to be the meticulous list he'd been referencing, counting under his breath as he went... "Six mishaps you've got to pay for so far!" The astonishment and gleefulness in his voice seemed misplaced next to his wife's wide eyes and wringing hands.

Quietly, letting her eyes roam down his list and then fix back upon his smiling face, she said, "Oh, you've mis-calculated, Dearest, it's seven."

"Seven! You are rite quight! Er, quite, quite right, rather... Now, how should you like to receive your comeuppance? By --" she seemed to become suddenly aware of the publicity of their surroundings, and made a move to try to quiet him, but instead managed only to knock his pen off the table, which could not make enough noise to cover the rest of his question, "-- the tawse, strap, or cane?"

Burying her face in his shoulder, she only groaned softly as he realized his mistake, and chuckled, comforting her. "Oh don't worry my sweet, it's only this young lady nearby who can hear us, and you know how she is -- can't get a mistake out of her! Can we, Mister? Excuse me, I mean, Miss?"

To my amazement, as I was still rather in delightful shock, the grey-hatted gentleman was appealing to me, and I could only stare hungrily with my mouth slightly agape and shake my head weakly...

"See there? She won't tell a soul -- have a heart darling -- come, let's get home and take bare of cusiness. Er..." Patting her shoulder and guiding her up and toward the door, he smiled and winked at me as they passed.

Just before waking up, I remember conceiving of a solid dream-resolution to begin making as many mistakes as I could, and to enter into more relations with that intriguing couple... :P

Great to be back! Hope everyone has had a marvelous two weeks :D

Who Stole the Cookies??

Couldn't help but start thinking of one thing in particular when I saw this picture... :D


That faerie is no Tinkerbell, but she's certainly about to be in a lot of trouble...! :P

Not to mention the cute view, and very convenient position... :D

Who do you suppose will catch her? Her father? Boyfriend, maybe? Perhaps her little sister, jealous that she didn't get there first... Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Mouse happen to be strolling by...?

Do you think they'd let her keep her tight skirt or even her striped stockings on whilst she endured the consequences of her actions? : ) Will she have to be restrained, or do you think she'd be able to stay firmly bent over the edge of the cookie jar until it was over?

Not that I'm encouraging the corporal punishment of lovely little faeries in any way... but this one did kind of ask for it... :D

A Plethora of Skirts!

In much the same vein (or 'vain') as my previous kinky shopping trip, I have suddenly started being much more open to buying... well... short skirts :D

It used to be that every single skirt I owned (which wasn't many) reached my ankles. Then, I got my first *knee*-length skirt -- scandalous! :P Most of my skirts now are knee-length, mostly due to the fact that I am rather insecure about the rest of my legs... But, recently, shorter skirts have been catching my eye...


Not in the least because of my (also recently acquired) love of plaid:




(the straight-backed wooden hairbrush is just for length-reference, I swear... :D)






But also due to other attractions such as cute little belts:




(don't mind the wrinkles, I have yet to learn how to use an iron... :P)







And peace signs!! :D


*claps hands together excitedly!*


Of course, these features are all secondary to the fact that, being shorter than anything I would ever wear in public, they offer a rather enticing view (not featured here :D) for any potential spankers... :P **

**Please note, I'm not this raunchy in person, and actually am usually quite shy... so short skirts like this are quite new for me, and wearing one in the presence of kinky company is only slightly easier than downright asking for a spanking :D *blushes*