Saturday, September 12, 2009

My Thursday maintenance spanking, M/F, rl,sexual, enema

Well, just like he said he would, I got another maintenance spanking and lesson Thursday morning, as soon as Leah was out the door.

The thing I was to focus on, was to remember to be humble, especially with other women, to not be arrogant, to not be defensive, and to not put people down when I'm insecure.

This was a firmer lesson, even though it was maintenance. And it had one of my more hated postions, what I think of as a school type paddling, where after he bared my bottom, and yes, I do find it embarrassing to be bared for punishment or discipline, I had to stand against the wall, take several steps back, then lean forward, with my hands on the wall, arms straight, and legs straight. My bottom felt so tight and Big like that, and I hate being unsupported as well. And he had me raise up on my tiptoes, as if it wasn't bad enough already.

It's at times like these that I'm not sure if staying in shape with yoga and all, is a good thing or not.

His implement of choice for this lesson, was the longer lexan paddle, which also just happens to have holes. If anyone wants, I'll be more then happy to share the site that he got our lexans from. After all, an experience like that should really be shared.

It was so hard to stay in position for my spanking, he paused after each lick, and I would hiss or squeal or after a while, cry, and my fanny would shake and my knees bend, and he'd just wait till I got back in position, offering my poor bottom up to him. I swear it felt like I'd sat on a stove, lexan burns So bad!

He also made sure he went down about a paddle width onto my sitspot/upper thighs. Dang that gets a girls attention.

After, I had corner time, as usual, and after that, we fooled around and he held me.

However, as I was dressing after my shower to get scooting (as fast as my tender bottom let me scoot) to work, he stopped me, and said he thought I needed a little reminder about humilty for the morning at least, and I was placed over his lap, my panties lowered, my cheeks spread, my shy nervous bottom hole was lubed up, and then he slid a plug up and into my bottom!

Oh gosh I squeaked some then!

Then panties back up, and swatted on the fanny and told to finish getting dressed, and a big kiss.

All confused, my poor little body was!

He was right though, it was very humbling having the plug in, at work. Sitting and feeling it pushing in, walking and feeling it move, knowing why it was there.

Then that night, Leah had a date and was going over to her boyfriends, so we had an empty house.

I know my face turned bright red, when I walked into our bathroom, and I saw the nice old fashioned bag hanging from the shower rod. An enema bag for those of you who didn't guess.

So, he came up after me, and got the bag all ready, then a towel on the bed, and me kneeling head and chest flat, bottom high, as he lubed me, and then teased me wickedly with the nozzle. It's bigger then standard, say hot dog sized, so I know it's there. Blush.

Then he slid it in, and in, and then started touching me lower, and I was damp and swollen and needy, and he was circling my clit as well, and then the water started, not to fast, and nice and warm, and I started panting, and I was so randy and wanting him, and then he took me from behind as he filled my tummy with the water...

I clamped so hard on him, and started coming almost as soon as he took me, it just happened, and when he kept taking me, I kept coming. And he would play with the nozzle, and spank my bottom as well, and finger and play with my clit, and it was all just too muich.

Well, he finished, then I squealed and had to run off for a bit.

When I got back, I was over the pillows, as he took advantage of what he'd done to me shortly before.

Sitting was very tender yesterday, and not just because of the spanking.

love,
Angie

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Freebird, for for my babygirl....

Because sly is sick, and I know she's running around the house in just her LS tshirt and no undies, free as a bird.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=np0solnL1XY

love,
Mommy

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

this mornings maintenance spankings! M/F rl, sexual

And yes I said spankings, not spanking!


As some of you might know, my Husband has started maintenance discipline with me, again. We've only done that for one other period in our marriage.

Currently, I'm getting it twice a week, on Tue and Thur mornings after Leah has left for school, he doesn't want to have to worry about being quiet, or me having to worry about being quiet.

The last time we did this, (I have that story in my archives, under maintenance...) I will admit I had a lot of trouble getting my head around the concept of 'but I've been good, and you are Still going to spank me?!', but he had me research it before he started it, and, to help me, for which I'm thankful, he gave me something to focus on each time. It wasn't like I was being punished, but like with a punishment, for me to have something to focus on meant that I wasn't just being spanked, but was being taught a lesson, it had a reason.

He has done the same thing this time, thankfully. Say, one time I might be told, 'okay hon, I want you to remember to work on not gossiping, and what I consider gossip, do you understand?'

And when I tell him I do, he starts.

Or the theme of the day might be (and has been) my language, temper, sarcasm, etc.

I don't know why, but yesterday was Very hard for me. Now, I love being in a CDD relationship, I know that he is in charge, I love that he is in charge, I know I do better with this, but gosh, yesterday I was feeling like Such a baby about this that I actually ended up posting a couple of 'vent's at a group. And thank you ladies for your support.

And then I was reading some posts in some of the groups, and it dawned on me just how little I had to fuss about, when I compared what I had going on, with what some of our poor sisters have going on in their lives! It Really put things in perspective. I have no reason to fuss or complain, I have it very, very good, and should be much more grateful, and even more thankful for what I've been given.

So at least I went to bed with that attitude.

When I got up this morning, I was cuddled up to him, funny how I'll often go to sleep spooned by him, but wake up snuggled and cuddled with my head on his chest and in his arms. My nighty was of course up around my neck, he teases me about why I bother to wear it, and I tell him if I have to leave the house in a hurry, at least it will fall down. And while I had started the night with panties they seem to have disappeared as well.

But when he was awake, and don't you love waking up before him, and just looking at him? And okay, it's possible that my friends tease me for being a rather randy little thing normally, but gosh, since he's started the maintenance discipline, its like All I can think about is him having me! Anyway he wants, as often as he wants! I just want to sit by him, cuddle with him, sit on his lap, lay over his lap, have him bed me, have him bend me over and just Take me.

So it was with those meditative thoughts that I was stroking his chest, and when he woke up, I asked him if I could talk to him about my maintenance spanking that I had coming this morning, and how I had been feeling and some thoughts I had.

As a digression, and I know I do that a lot, sorry, this was something I had to get my head around early in our marriage, that I needed to ask him, or that I had something I needed to talk to him about, not Tell him something.

So I told him about my feelings and emotions and feeling so sorry for myself, and being so self involved and having a pity party.

He asked me if I felt guilty about it, and I was on the verge of tears again, I've been so super emotional lately, that I just nodded on his chest yes.

He told me that I'd be getting spanked this morning for that then, to help me get rid of those feelings, and I thanked him.

But, then he told me that he already had a separate lesson picked out for today, so he thought that a second spanking was needed!

Eep!

I kissed him and said 'yes Husband, whatever you think is best dear' and then he sent me to go get the family lexan paddle from it's place on the wall by the fridge, and bring back my hairbrush as well.

Then it was over his lap, nighty back up, bottom bared, and I feel like such a girl again, instead of a woman at times like this, and then I feel like a woman too, when I think of All that he can see when I'm like that, but gosh its different when it's not fooling around and punishemnt or discipline.

I don't feel sexy at such times, just well, embarrassed. And I know that he is enjoying the view and how I feel, he's told me so, that even though its a punishment or correction, he still appreciates my body.

Well, the first spanking I got was 'his' spanking, he told me he wanted to work on my arrogant attitude at work and with other women, and I caught it with both brush and the paddle, ow! And while no, not as bad as a punishment spanking, oh it was bad enough and it got my attention! I was crying pretty quickly, and very much assured him I'd watch my arrogant attitude, you bet!

Then it was my bare bottom in the corner for a bit, and then I was sent to get him the small strap, the convent strap, from London Tanners for you that know the site.

This spanking was over his lap as well, for which I was thankful, I think most of us agree, besides it being easier when your position is draped over something, nothing is quite as good as His lap to be draped over, and then I got my spanking for being self involved, and self pity, and oh gosh I got the message from the very first lick!

More corner time followed, and then we reconnected as he comforted me. He was already fairly hard, when I finished undressing him, and I got him all the way hard in my mouth, and I tried the no hands bit, giggle, but then used them, and I Loved his hands softly in my hair, I felt So sexy and so sexual, and when he was ready, he put me on the bed, my legs around his waist, and my fanny, my poor sore welted bottom rubbing against the sheets as he took me, and ohhhh yesss that added to the sensation!

I Love wrapping my legs around him, wanting More of him, I want his hands under my bottom, squeezing and pinching and taking me, sigh.

Well, I was there and back, and there and back again, and feeling like I was going to shatter, when he pulled out, and put me on my tummy, lifted my bottom up, and then slid into me from behind, his thighs 'spanking' my bottom again, oh gosh yes!

And then, well! He slid out and then rubbed over my back door, and when I 'winked', in he went! And gosh, I clamped down So hard and came so hard again!

And so, that was why I was sitting so tenderly, but happily, all day.

love,
Angie

Thursday, September 3, 2009

I sit behind you... M/F, domestic rl

I sit behind you, and I lean forward, and kiss your neck. I trace your muscles with my fingers, still so amazing to me how different you and I can be. And I trace the scars as well, I know them all well, and I'm glad that you don't mind that I love to touch them. I also love how when we are at the beach, and you pull off your shirt, how the young guys will look at you, your muscles, but then those scars, and I can see them wince. And I get all tingly inside knowing I'm yours.

I kiss your neck again, blowing softly on the damp skin after, giggling as I watch your skin twitch at the cool sensation.

Then I yelp as you reach behind you, and gather me up in one big arm, and simply pull me up and around and onto your lap like I'm a toy. My insides are tingling again, and more.

I love being on your lap.

Or over your lap. Even for the punishment spankings. Well, not the actual spanking, but the fact that you love me enough to correct me when I need it, I do love that about you. And, if I'm going to be spanked, there is a comfort to being over your lap, feeling your hard warm thighs under me, your arm pressing on my back.

I'm so very happy right now, my arms are around your neck, and I pull myself up on you, and kiss you, then I soften, and you Kiss me, claiming my mouth, kissing that spot below my ear that makes me melt, and I croon, and your hand is playing with my panties, your other hand playing with my bare breasts through my unbuttoned shirt, and I'm so randy right now, but so sensitive to, every touch is exquisite, yet almost to much.

I try to turn to face you as I sit on your lap, my legs wanting to part, to wrap around your waist and hold you tight to me, but thug that you are, my thug, you don't let me, you hold me where you want, how you want, and I have no chance of breaking away, and knowing that I'm under your control is such a rush and turn on.

You kiss the spot below my ear again, then her sister on the other side, and my panties are so wet now, not damp, wet, and you nibble my ear as your finger is taking ever so wicked liberties below my panties now, and you whisper what a naughty little wife you have, and I shiver, my nipples going past hard, to painfully hard.

For almost two weeks now, you have, after giving me quite the punishment spanking, you have given me maintenance spankings, twice a week, on Tue and Thur, and my bottom is tender even now, but I'm so very much yours. All I can think about is you, about behaving, pleasing you, you bedding me, all of it.

It all jumbles together.

My panties are being slid down now, but you avoid the more sensitive and needy areas, as I pout, and then I find myself being turned over your lap, and I whimper.

You leave my panties banded about my lower thighs, and lean down and kiss each cheek on her plump sore crown, then you rub, softly, and start to spank, not so softly.

My bottom clenches at each spank, and I end up rubbing myself against your jean covered thighs as I try to escape the spanks, and the friction makes me even more frantic, hotter now than my bottom.

But you force me to your rythmn, not mine, and then the occasional Hard spank brings gasps and squeals and frantic kicking and parted legs.

Fingers on my fanny, softly parting and spreading cheeks, and my face is red, I'm embarrassed and excited, and you know it.

I feel your finger tracing my wetness, then that spot between thigh and labia, teasing me, then back up between my cheeks, tapping against my shy bottom hole, and you tell me how you are going to spank between my cheeks, and make me bring you the small wooden spoon and you are going to spank All over between my cheeks, and I whimper as you spank me, because I know you will, and I know what will happen after....

love,
Angie

Monday, August 31, 2009

You know when you log on your computer?

and there is that icon that says, 'switch user' ?

Don't you think they really need a different picture for that?


Angie

Saturday, August 22, 2009

hi All, I've been grounded....

And not a joke or story, I'm grounded, not sure when I'll be back online.

love,
Angie

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

big UFC fight on tonight!

If you have Spike tv, tonight they are showing UFC 100, for free! This one had lots of great matches, to include the Huge Brock Lesnar (dang he's fast for being so big!) against Mir.

Angie

Lilly's freshman year part 4, F/f

Lilly's brown eyes were open Wide now, her mouth a little circle, and for once, she didn't have anything to say.

"Lilly, that wasn't a suggestion, I Told you to come up here, now!"

Lilly wasn't sure when she stood up or how she started walking forward, all she noticed was the paddle that Mrs. Stevens had laid on her desk.

While not as scary as some of the teachers paddles, it was still Plenty scary! It was 18 inches long, including the handle, and about 3 1/2 inches wide, and 3/8 ths of an inch thick, made of plywood, and, it had holes!

The walk to her desk seemed to take forever, but it was over far to soon as well.

"Now then, I know that all of you recieved a copy of the school rules. I also know you all heard the rules during freshman orientation, since most of you couldn't be bothered to read them."

That to the class, as much as to Lilly. Lilly was standing very quietly, red faced, in front of her classmates, and was seriously regretting the pants she had on today. Her bottom seemed to throb, and it was all she could think about, and she had to fight to keep her hands from cupping it, like she did at home.

And because Lilly was now so bottom concious, she felt, correctly, that her classmates were all very aware of her bottom as well. In those very tight new pants.

"Lilly, this is only the second week of the new school year, and yet, I've already had to warn you twice about how to behave in class. It seems that every year, new students wonder if the stories are true, well, congratulations, you get to be the object lesson for your classmates. I hope I won't have to repeat this the rest of term, Lilly. Now, come around to the side of my desk, and lean over, please."

"Y-yes Ma'am." And then she moved where Mrs. Stevens pointed, hesitated, and bent over, even though she desperately didn't want to.

"Lilly. I said Bend over, young lady, not to hunch. Tummy flat on the desk, head on your hands. Now."

Lilly whimpered at the very no nonsense voice, but did as she was told, looking away from her classmates, her long hair pooled over her face.

"No, turn your face, so you can see your classmates, and they can see you, and move your hair, please."

Red to the tips of her ears, she did as she told, she knew from previous experience that arguing only made things worse at times like this. So, she leaned up, turned her head the other way, swept her hair back, and layed her face back on her hands, thinking dark thoughts about the plump bitch Mrs. Stevens.

"Very good. Now then, legs straight, I expect you to hold your position, until I tell you that you may get up. You are getting five swats...."

That brought a collective gasp from not only Lilly, but her classmates as well, both those who liked her and those of the girls who didn't. Six was the maximum a teacher could give, most class offenses got from 2-4 swats. Five was serious. Five often got tears even from the guys who were Jocks and all macho.

Lilly could see her classmates, and their expressions. The worried looks from her girlfriends, the eager bitchy looks from the girls in the other cliques, and well, different sorts of looks from all the boys.

"....because I'm don't plan on putting up with a bunch of nonsense from you all term long, is that understood, Lilly?"

"Yes Mrs. Stevens, it is, it won't ever happen again, really!"

Lilly felt like she was All bottom now, with her legs straight, and her tummy flat, her back was arched down and her fanny was high, and in those tight slacks, it made quite the target. Lilly would have died if she had known the sight she was actually presenting to Mrs. Stevens, because bent like that her pants had snugged even tighter, had ridden up even farther then then already had been, and her little bikini panties were Clearly outlined through her lightweight slacks, as well as how her plump little bottom plumped out above and below those panties. Oh yes, Lilly was putting on quite the show.

Mrs. Stevens picked up the paddle, Lilly suppressed a whimper, felt the paddle tap, tap, tap, and closed her eyes tight.

WHACK!

Eyes Wide open now! Mouth a cute little 'O'. That had been right in the middle of her plump little bottom. Lilly didn't know it, but she was using the panty lines as a means to plan where to aim.

Tap tap, over the same place the last one had been, and the first one had Hurt, and now, as she waited, the Hurt kept growing, sinking in deep, and the burn kept getting worse, and...

WHACK!

"a-ahhhh!"

That had been in the exact same spot as the first!

Eyes moist with tears now, she'd been paddled at school before this, never in high school, but this was So much harder then she'd ever gotten it in school before! She'd heard from her sister and her sisters friends how the teachers laid them on hard, but had thought they'd just been trying to scare her, and oh it burned, and she sucked in a breath and

WHACK!

Oh! Oh! That time, the lick hand been about one paddle width lower, so that her tender sit spot had been covered!

"O-oh please, I'm sorry, please!? I'll be good I won't act up!" She strained to try to turn and look at her teacher. There was no concern over pride now, or who was looking, she still had two more swats to go!

"I suggest you get back in position right now, unless you want extras. Now. I won't tell you again."

Tears coming from her eyes, she slowly turned her head, back towards the class.

"Your hair, please."

"Y-yes Ma'am."

"Tummy flat. I said flat, Lilly." Her voice more then firm now, it was slightly cold, and Lilly was sincerely regretting all the times she had acted up in Mrs. Stevens class, all the smart little remarks to make her friends laugh.

"Legs straight. Good."

Oh how her bottom hurt, and burned and that was only three licks! No way she could take two more! Her sister had told her that the teachers used all sorts of tricks, to make the few swats they were allowed, hurt as bad as a long parental spanking, and she was right! Lilly could feel her bottom throbbing and feeling as if it was swelling!

Tap, tap, tap....



tap


WHACK!

"Awwwwww!! Ow ow owwww!!!!!! Oh Please Mrs. Stevens, I'm sorry! "

The fourth swat had been a repeat of the third, again, on the oh so tender sit spot!

Lilly didn' t care what anyone heard, or what they thought. She didn't even think right then,of how they might tease later, right now there was just her bottom and that paddle!

She didn't even realize she'd straightened up, and was cupping her bottom, trying to rub the pain away as she danced in place and cried.

"Lilly! Stop that! Now, bend over, unless you want even more extras!"

Lilly just looked at her in horror.

"M-more extras!? Noooooo! You can't! Please! Please! "

"Oh yes, I can. I'd suggest that you, and your classmates read your rulebook again. Now, back in position. One, two...."

Lilly tried, she really did, but having to bend over, and stick her bottom up and out, while waiting for the paddle, it was so hard, it...

"....three. Fine, that is another lick. Now bend! And legs straight!"

Crying, Lilly did as she was told.

tap

tap

tap

WHACK!

The fifth spank had was halfway between the first two sets, so it overlapped, and the lower edge of the paddle bit nastily into her thigh bottom crease!

Full crying now, her bottom already tender from her bare bottom brushing from her Mommy last night and now this, it was all to much! All she could think of was her bottom and trying to save herself more swats, but concentrating on not moving, she couldn't think of how she looked, who was watching, Anything else, just not moving!

"Well, Lilly, if you had held your postion, you would have been done now. I bet you are sorry now, that you didn't. You have two more swats coming, I'd suggest you worry about doing as I tell you to do. Understood, Lilly? Lilly? Answer me."

Sobbing, Lilly did answer her.

"Yes Ma'am! Yes Mrs. Stevens, I'm very sorry I didn't do what you told me to! I'm so sorry, really, honest Ma'am!"

She didn't look at Mrs. Stevens this time, not wanting to get out of postion for Any reason at all, but she tried to see her from where she was. Lilly didn't notice that several of her friends were teary and on the verge of crying themselves. Several of the bitchy girls were openly smirking, and two of the braver ones, and not a few of the boys, had snuck their own cell phones out, and were taking both pics and vids. Pretty miss Lilly, the tall girl with the long hair and sassy walk, was going to be the topic of teen boy discussion for quite some time after this.

Mrs. Stevens changed her position slightly, putting her left hand on Lilly's low back, holding her down, although because of the way she was over the desk, her classmates still had an unobstucted view of the show.

tap
tap
tap

WHACK!

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Puh-leaseeee!"

Whack!

The last two penalty swats had both been to her sit spots. And as Lilly knew, a spanking like this would remind her of exactly why that part of her bottom and thighs was called that for some time to come.

Lilly was convinced that she had sat on a stove, her bottom was so hot and burned so bad. Mrs. Stevens kept her hand on her back for a bit more, the told her she could get up now. And when she did she handed her some kleenex and told Lilly to go and take her seat again.

Lilly, crying, stumbled back to her chair, walking hurt, bending to sit, hurt, and sitting Really really hurt!

The rest of class was very quiet, everyones attention on Lilly's sniffling, and on the paddle left out on Mrs. Stevens desk. Finally it was over, and as Lilly made her stiff legged way out of class, she was stopped, and handed a note.

"I need this signed by your parents, and returned tomorrow, Lilly. I hope I don't have to do this again."

And with that, class was over.

Love,

Angie

Lilly's freshman year part 3, F/f

Lunch was lunch, nothing to special, but at least a time to hang out with her friends, and gossip about other girls, as well as decide which guy was cutest, if they thought the new Vampire Diary tv series was going to be as good as the movie Twilight, and did you See Tammy get paddled this morning?!

After lunch, it was Global Studies, which had to be one of the most Boring classes ever. Geography, history, and current events all wrapped up into one. And Mrs. Stevens didn't seem to fond of Lilly either. So far she'd been lucky, and had just got by with some warnings, and one face reddening scolding.

So, with between last nights spanking, and seeing Tammy's paddling, Lilly promised herself to be on her best behavior today, and got to class not just on time, but even a few minutes early.

Things went remarkably well, Lilly stayed awake, paid attention, and followed the Mrs. Stevens lecture.

That lasted for perhaps 10 minute.

Maybe.

Almost.

But, really, global studies? When you really don't care so much even what's going on in your own country, it's like why should I be interested in what happens elsewhere. And not like they ever talked about anything fun, like where the best beaches were, or like Mrs. Stevens ever showed 'international flavor' by showing the different non US editions of Next Top Model. Lilly smiled to herself, rather proud of that one, when she had suggested it that day, as both the girls and the guys in class had all supported her.

Mrs. Stevens also thought she'd been making fun of her when Lilly had proposed using Vogue magazine's international edition as a study source, which was totally unfair, since as she'd explained to Mrs. Stevens, there were like 18 countries that it was published in. Mrs. Stevens had realized though, that she was serious and not mocking her, so while her suggestion for new library material, and a class project was firmly not allowed, at least she wasn't in trouble.

Which was really to bad, and sorta unfair, Lilly thought. After all, wasn't it Mrs. Stevens who was always saying that the class was about showing how other cultures lived? And how all different sorts of things all tied together? So what was wrong with seeing what other places thought were cute?

And another thing, she thought, but then that thought was interrupted by a buzzing against her leg.

Having wisely set her phone to vibrate, she looked around, saw Mrs. Stevens pointing something out on the screen, so she quickly and quietly retrieved it, to see she had a text waiting for her from one of her bff's (best friends forever), who she hadn't run into yet today because of different schedules.

'hey. you 'k? Beca said u got licks in gym?'

OMG great! Now people were gossiping about her and that she had gotten spanked?! And while she liked, well, liked a lot, the thought of the boys thinking of her bottom, she didn't want them thinking of it in That way, or worse, knowing that her Mom still spanked her like a little girl!

A quick glance, check where Mrs. Stevens was at, and a quick response, her phone 'hidden' in her textbook.

'NO! I didn't!'

'really?"

'Yes!'

'Then ?'

Lilly understood the shorthand to from her friend for what it was really asking, okay, if you didn't get paddled in gym, why is everyone saying you did, okay? And stop being a bitch.

Another quick look, another quick text.

'Mom, last night, 'k?'

'oh. sorries. hugz. u 'k?'

And Lilly knew that she was, and knew also that she knew what had happened, someone had seen Lilly's spanked bottom, and in typical high school fashion, her red bottom had turned into the victim of the paddling that had been handed out by the Coach.

'yeah, but can't believe people are talking about this!'

'i know, who do u think told?'

'i don't know but maybe....'

"Lilly!"

As if having Mrs. Stevens yell out her name like that, which was so rude, really, wasn't bad enough, she had also slammed her book down on her desk, making Lilly and the majority of the class that was dozing off or daydreaming jump!

And then Mrs. Stevens was moving towards her, and while Lilly had thought that her teacher had been upset with her before, this was a whole new level!

"And just what do you have here, young lady?!"

Well, Lilly thought that was pretty obvious, but knew from painful parental experience that this was Not the best time to give a smartass answer, no matter how funny it was.

"M-my cell phone, Ma'am?"

Wow she thought, I must be worried if I called her Ma'am.

Several of her classmates must have thought the same thing, as Lilly heard snickers. Which went away just as fast under Mrs. Stevens glare.

"Are you allowed to have your phone out in class, Lilly?"

"No Mrs. Stevens!"

Oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd! Please please don't send a note home! My Mom will kill me! And then she'll take my phone besides! And...

"No, you certainly aren't! And just what were you doing? Playing games? Texting? Sending pics?"

"Texting, Ma'am." Lilly could feel the beads of perspiration under her shirt, as she noticed that Everyone was now awake and paying full attention.

"I see. Give it to me. Now." And holding her hand out, waiting for Lilly to obey.

oh gawd, please, no note, pleaseeeeeee!

"Yes'm, Mrs. Stevens." Very meek, as she handed it to her, and damn, why hadn't she deleted the texts first!?

"You girls and your cell phones. When I was growing up...."

In the dark ages, Lilly thought crossly...

"....girls often got in trouble for passing notes. I see the only thing that has changed has been the technology. Which now lets you pass notes, as it were, with friends who aren't even in the same room. Because I didn't see Anyone else here with their phone out. It used to be that when girls were caught passing notes....."

Pllllleasseee no note home, please!

"that our teachers would read them aloud in class."

THAT got a collective gasp from the class, and Lilly squeaked and her face turned even redder.

"I always thought that especially mean though."

Lilly felt like she could breath a bit, now, knowing that the fact that her Mom still spanked her, her, a freshman, would not be read aloud in class!

"You may pick your phone up after school, at the office, understood?"

"Yes Ma'am, yes Mrs. Stevens, I understand, thank you!"

Oh my gawd, maybe she was going to survive this, she hadn't embarrassed her in front of everybody, she was getting her phone back too, but she didn't understand the funny smile on Mrs. Stevens right now, like Lilly had just said something funny.

"Well, you are most welcome, Lilly. Now, why don't you come up to my desk, so we can finish our talk about having your phone out in class, and not paying attention in class, young lady."

And as she said that, Mrs. Stevens leaned over and opened the lower right drawer, and pulled out her paddle.....


love,
Angie

Someone's been a naughty girl....


Friday, August 14, 2009

Anne Taintor part 2

Okay, here is Anne's website, great page.

http://www.annetaintor.com/

And here is are some of my fave sayings of hers, you'll have to go there to see the drawings.

why yes, I am that kind of girl

inner beauty is for amateurs

what part of "I'm hung over, go home" don't you understand?

whoever said "less is more" had probably never had quite enough "more"

I believe we have and opportunity to make some extremely poor choices

martinis... they're not just for breakfast anymore

all the baking soda in the world could not mask the scent of her despair

now that he had bought the cow, the milk was going to be extraordinarily expensive

what muffled screams, officer?

whatever had she done? and with whom?

if by "happy" you mean trapped with no means of escape...? then yes, I'm happy

remember sweetheart... mommy loves you, but she doesn't have to like you

she was one cocktail away from proving his mother right

there was nothingpassive about her aggression

I love not camping

maybe I want to look cheap

domestically disabled

you'll eat it...you'll eat it and like it

high maintenance doesn't begin to cover it

she kind of enjoyed working for an idiot

she thought of him fondly as "Plan B"

old enough to know better... too young to give a rat's ass

the secret ingredient was resentment

nothing says "hello sailor" quite like ruby red lipstick

an attitude is a terrible thing to waste

she had no intention of suffering alone

stop me before I volunteer again

The humor of Anne Taintor














































I hope you've liked these, she has quite a few books, as well as tons of other merchandise, out there.
love,
Angie









Chores and sex, non fiction...
























This is from a vanilla news site, today... with perhaps some notes from me, in italics...
By Yvonne Fulbright

Want to get her all hot n’ bothered? Do housework. Research by psychologist John Gottman shows that men who help out around the house have happier sex lives and better marriages.

While it’s hard to imagine that you can mop and wash your way to hotter sex, it seems like a piece of cake when cleaning is turned into sex play.

While men have, in recent years, gotten better about helping out around the house, taking care of the home is still very much the woman’s job, in addition to her daytime job. A recent report released by a European Commission found that, on average, a woman in the European Union with a paid job spent 25.5 hours per week doing domestic and family work, while men devoted 7.8 hours weekly to such.

Such a workload discrepancy can have major consequences when it comes to a couple’s sex life and overall relationship. It works greatly to a man's benefit to help out with housework. In his over 30-year career studying why people’s relationships succeed or fail, Gottman has learned that men who pitch-in more frequently have more and a higher quality of sex.

Among the reasons for this:

— Couples spend less time arguing over who is going to do what and when. Instead, they have more time to do “it.”

— A woman interpret a man's willingness to do household chores as him showing how much he cares about her. She likes that he understands his responsibilities.

— His help quiets her mind and allows her to have the clean space to get down ‘n dirty in.

Then there’s the fact that some people need to have an orderly environment to be productive or good at anything. Personally, I can’t tackle a project, let alone think about anything sexy, unless things around me are in order. A fresher environment makes for getting fresh in every way. I know other sexy self-employed women who are with me on this one.

Finally, the great appeal in him doing housework is that every act contributes to a more sex-positive environment, one that’s more sexually inviting. Doing any of the following activities not only makes for a cleaner love nest, but contributes to better sex, with the carnal element being totally up to your level of creativity…

Doing Laundry — People like nothing more than to get their clean sheets dirty. But they must be purified, along with all of your garments, first. Luckily, lovers have long been fascinated with the washing machine’s reputation for rhythmic action. She can be hoisted up on the washer, with the heat soon warming her buttocks, increasing blood flow and sensations to her groin.
And this is a perfect opportunity to put a fresh spanked bottom, on that washer or drier as well. Very, well, intense...
Oh, and if you use toys at all?

Ben wa balls or anal toys are Great when seated like that!

Lovers can let the washer be their guide, making their actions in sync with the washer’s rhythm, getting faster and faster with its motions. Things only get wilder as the spin cycle kicks into high gear…

Washing Dishes — Warm water, bubbly suds, a good scrub — Who says that’s only reserved for bathroom play? Put all four hands to work, suggestively attending to your dishes as you would to each other. Allow yourselves to feel the other’s movements, noting the pressure, rhythm, and artistic movements. Kick things up a notch by hopping up on the sink’s edge and putting its spray nozzle to work. Have fun directing the spray of water at any hot spot you’re willing to expose.

I don't think so. Now I just have all that water to mop up. The rest is okay though.

Dusting — Feather dusters were practically made for foreplay. So make sure you have one for cleaning and another for grazing your lover’s skin every opportunity you get.

Vacuuming — Turning on the vacuum can rev your lover up as well, if done fantasy style. Who hasn’t daydreamed about a hot, naked housekeeper? Become that, vacuuming in your birthday suit, or your sexiest apron.

Okay, while I'll admit that the thought of watching him shirtless would be great, and know he loves watching me all bare or in next to nothing, I honestly hate doing chores bare. And not so much the modesty part, it just feels well, inpractical, and hate bumping my bare bits into stuff I'm cleaning.

Straightening Up — “Clean your room” never sounded so good, especially when you’ve got more than one room to christen. In making things spic-and-span, reward each other with anything from a simple to an acrobatic sex act on every cleared space. You may never look at your computer desk, dresser, dining room table… in quite the same way.
Sorry, sounds counter productive. I like sex in lots of places, but cleaning, then sex? Now I not only have to straighten after, but wash and polish stuff as well!

Scrubbing the Tub — Wrap up your efforts in making your bathtub sparkling clean. Then reward yourselves with a nice soak, made even better with some sensual massage.
And bent over the tub, for a good spanking for not getting my chores done, oh yes! And he doesn't seem to mind 'helping' me with the chores in that way either.

Turning cleaning into opportunities for foreplay can have couples looking forward to housework.
It can also boost their sense of togetherness in becoming a titillating team in their efforts.

Whether you want help with the housework or want to lend a hand, don’t be shy in asking for the help you need. You want to do this directly, but without complaining or pulling a “poor me” routine. Over the years, in being a perfectionist, control-freak with cleaning, I’ve asked to do everything but take out the garbage and scrub the shower.

You do those two things without prompting or complaint, and I’m perfectly happy. Hopefully, your lover is as easy to please.

Dr. Yvonne K. Fulbright is a sex educator, relationship expert, columnist and founder of Sexuality Source Inc. She is the author of several books including, "Touch Me There! A Hands-On Guide to Your Orgasmic Hot Spots."
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And on a related note...found this in a blog...
Every now and again I search Google news for the term “porn for women” just in case someone has mentioned women’s erotica in the news. It’s popping up rather heavily at the moment but, unfortunately, the subject isn’t about porn.

The cause of all the fuss is that damn Porn For Women book which features clothed men doing housework, combined with captions like “That’s OK honey, I’ll do the dishes.” As I mentioned in this post, it’s become a bestseller, with sales heading for 150,000 copies. The authors have naturally gone into sequel overdrive, producing Porn For New Moms, a 2009 calendar and a book of postcards.

Photos from the first book have apparently been doing the rounds via email, with women cheerily forwarding it on to each other.

The book was a target of feminist criticism by some who said that it recycled stereotypes about women’s sexuality. They did have a point; the book plays on the assumption that women wouldn’t ordinarily be interested or turned on by porn and that all women are obsessed with housework. This is not something that I, as a champion of women’s erotica, welcomed.

Given the book’s popularity, it seems that most women are willing to just enjoy the joke. They find the whole concept very amusing and are happy to share a laugh about it with each other. There’s no concern about the deeper feminist implications.

What it has done, however, is inspire the media to bring up the issue of gender inequality when it comes to housework. Women still do the majority of chores and childminding within the home, even if guys are starting to do their share.

This piece in The Times Online was typical of the sort of articles that have begun to appear on the topic. It quotes an older US study which found that men who do housework are more likely to “get lucky.”

“Equitable sharing of housework is associated with higher levels of marital satisfaction รข€“ and sometimes more sex too,” said Joshua Coleman, a psychologist and a senior Fellow at the Council on Contemporary Families, which commissioned the report. “Wives report greater feelings of sexual interest and affection for husbands who participate in housework.”

The term “choreplay” has also found a lot of favour amongst writers. According to the AJC it was coined by Parenting Magazine as a way to describe guys doing housework.

That article does make an excellent point.

But choreplay can also backfire if the deeds are calculated moves to get lucky. Many women are secretly resentful of the prospect of their husband pitching in around the house expecting something in return.

“If that’s the case, he’d be better off with roses,” said Jen Singer, editor of MommaSaid.net. “They act like there should be a parade down Broadway for making the bed. I hear from moms, ‘Of course you should help, it’s your underpants on the floor.’”

So while it’s good that the media is raising awareness about gender equity in the home, the focus on sex isn’t necessarily welcome.

Housework shouldn’t be a bribe for sex. Sex shouldn’t be “payment” for housework. A guy should do housework because it needs to be done. A woman should have sex because she wants to. End of story, thank you very much.

But I guess it will be a long time before that makes headlines.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Lilly's freshman year, part 2 F/f

Okay, time to get ready, so Lilly picked out a dark blue pullover top with a cute scoop neck, not to low, of course. Laying it over the pants which were on her bed, she decided that the color would work.

Top on first, even though it wasn't long, might as well avoid putting her pants on as long as she could.

Sigh. No way around it. Have to put them on now. Even though they were Mom approved, as far as snugness went, Lilly had 'modified' them a bit that first night. Telling her Mom she had to wash them, to make sure that no dye bled over onto something else, she made sure she 'accidently' shrunk them just a little. Which, now, the morning after a spanking, made getting them on more then a bit of an adventure.

She slid them up to her hips, then winced as she shimmied them up and over her fanny. Oh. Perhaps she'd shrunk them a bit more then she'd intended. Lilly took a deep breath, sucked her tummy in, and zipped them up, and buttoned them. Done!

Now for another quick look in the mirror. Oh! They fit Very nicely now, cupping, lifting and even separating her new lower curves, and more then just a little bit! Oh, the boys were going to notice her even more today!

Biting her lip, Lilly reflected on a different problem though, no way in heck were these 'Mom approved' anymore. In fact, if her Mom saw her trying to leave the house looking like this, she'd have kittens.

So, since taking them off wasn't really an option that even entered her head, that left the only obvious choice, how to sneak out of the house. Which, given plenty of experience, wasn't that hard. She just waited until her sisters boyfriend pulled up to give them a ride to school, and then scampered downstairs calling out 'by' to her Mom, while she was still in a different room.

Her sister just looked at her, and rolled her eyes. And then smacked her boyfriend and narrowed her eyes when he 'looked' at Lilly too.

Things went well at school too, she showed off not just for the boys, but also to the girls who hadn't thought that she really had them. Her friends oohed and ahhed appreciatively, and when she went to class, her friends and not so friends were commenting more about the way those new pants fit, than anything else.

Her first class was okay, but by the end of the period, sitting on that hard chair, it was all she could do not to fidget every little bit.

Second period didn't go quite as well. The dreaded gym class. Which while not one of her favorites, normally wasn't hated by Lilly either. Days like today though, post spanking days, well, that was different.

Because you had to change for gym.

Changing went okay, the class itself wasn't To horrid, though she was a little stiff and slow, you really forgot just how much you used your bottom day to day, until you got spanked. But then gym was done, and it was time to get changed. More precisely, it was time to get showered and changed.

And the showers weren't those nice individual ones either, they were those everyone in one room, with the showers against the wall. Damn.

And, trying to get out of showering was risky too. Because if you got caught doing that, you risked getting paddled, and Coach Robinson was widely known to swing a Mean paddle.

Damn. That meant having to shower then.

Okay. A quick strategic strip, managingto keep her bottom towards her locker, and wrapped in her towel, a casual walk to the showers.

Then things didn't go so well. There really isn't any way to discretely take your towel off, and sidle towards the shower, with your back to the wall. She had been hoping for some steam to hide in, but the lack of steam and squeals coming from the showers, let her know that the seniors who had gym before the freshman, had drained all the hot water. Damn.

Lilly made it about 5 steps after detoweling, when a voice called out, "Hey! Look! Lilly got spanked!"

Which soon turned into a chant.

Face red, the only showers open in the middle and not a convienent corner, she still kept her back to the wall as much as possible, and then hurried back out, towel around her, Coach Robinson casually checking to make sure no one tried to sneak out. And catching one poor girl who for whatever reason, had.

Poor shy Tammy, and Lilly's bottom hurt just watching and listening to her paddling. The only good thing was that everyone's attention was on Tammy, not Lilly, who rapidly took advantage of this, and skinned into her panties and pants in record though painful time.

Just in time to see the end of poor Tammy's paddling.

The Coach had Tammy bent over, touching her toes, her thin dress pulled tight over her rather plump bottom, and then the paddle came down for the second time. Tammy was already sniffling from the first lick, and at the second Loud pop she popped back up, both hands furiously scrubbing at her bottom, not caring in the least who was looking, shyness now long forgotten.

"Tammy?"

That was the Coach, and despite her reputation, her voice while firm really wasn't that mean right now.

"Tammy? I need you to bend back over, you have one more lick coming, and I really don't want to have to give you extras, okay? You can do this. Come on, hands off your bottom, that's a good girl, bend please, just like that, good, touch your toes, hold still now, almost done..."

The Coach put one hand softly on Tammy's back, to help her stay down, although the last 'lick' was Just as hard as the first two had been, and Tammy was crying now, not softly crying, but crying crying.

You could see the muscles working on the Coaches arm, as she no longer 'gently' held Tammy in place, but Held her down.

"Okay, Tammy, now you can get up. And, what did you learn today?"

Tammy was up now, hopping in place, cupping her bottom and crying.

"I, I always have to shower after gym Ma'am!"

"Good girl, now, go shower, scoot!"



more coming,

love,
Angie

Advice for women in domestic discipline relationships....

As many know, I've been in a domestic discipline marriage since the start, actually before we were married.



So, here are some things I'd suggest that any wives or girlfriends whose bottom might be subject to a punishment spanking keep in mind, as things that guys don't seem to appreciate. Hopefully you can learn from my mistakes.



1. They don't find it funny when you are at the beach, about ten miles from your house, and when all the little beach bunnies start flirting for him, and showing off, and you get jealous, and wait until he is in the water, and then you take all his stuff, the towels, his sandals, his id, and drive home.



2. They don't take it well when you have been fighting, didn't clear it up the night before, and you have been stewing all night long (regardless of whether you are right or wrong, guys, never a good thing to let her stay mad over night....). And then when you leave for work before he does, you let the air out of all four tires on his truck. Okay, how was I to know he had an early meeting, he was supposed to have the day off, so it wasn't my fault!



3. Even though they are at fault about something, I would not suggest doing the cold shoulder, 'if you don't know why I'm mad, I'm not going to tell you, if you really loved me you'd Know!' routine. But that So wasn't my fault! I Told him before we were married that was a bad habit of mine and he shouldn't let me get by with it. So just because he hadn't seen it he thought I was exagerating and teasing. So it's really his fault that he let it go on for three days that time. He is the Head of House after all!



4. The Really don't appreciate when you do something that might affect your health or safety. Although they don't seem to be terribly worried about the health or safety of your bottom at such times.



5. If you are put out at him for whatever reason, they don't seem to think it's funny at all when a bunch of his friends are over, and you are calling him sweety, dear, honey, etc, and sharing with all of them all the little cute and sweet things he does for you around the house. For some reason they act like you are trying to embarrass them on purpose or something.



6. They really get irritated when because you failed to fill your car up with gas, you borrow his truck, and then fail to fill that up as well.



7. When attending his work functions, you should act like a sweet and loyal wife, even if his coworkers and boss are a bunch of jackasses and you didn't want to be there in the first place.



8. It is not a good idea to gossip, especially when it can be tracked to you as the one starting it.



I think that's a good enough start for now.



If you want more ideas on avoiding domestic discipline, and you like drawings of spankings, you need to go to http://animeotk.com/ then to the gallery section. Once there, check out Cc's gallery, she has a whole gallery just devoted to this topic, and is one of my fave artists.








Love,

Angie

hey all,

this is just a general update type post.

I apologize if some one has tried to contact me, and I haven't gotten back to you. Part might have been technical, as if I'm logged out of the yahoo im, people that try to im me get sent to the 'new' yahoo mail im box and I don't always see that I have something waiting.

The rest is all on me though.

I haven't been feeling the best the last few weeks, it seems like I'm tired all the time, and that I'm sleeping all the time and I can't remember anything if I haven't written it down.

And there is some family and work stuff going on as well.

And not saying this to whine, but just so you know why I haven't be posting as much lately, is all.

love,,
Angie

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Lilly's freshman year F/f

"Lily, time to get up, and I don't want to have to call you again, young lady, understood?"

Whether she was understood or not, her Mom didn't wait around for an answer, but swatted her daughters fanny as it poked up from under the sheets. Even though the swat hadn't been that hard, the whining "Mommmmmm!" that it produced brought a smile to her face, as it was proof that Lilly was still feeling the effects of last nights mother daughter talk.

Lilly heard the door mostly close, and then got out of bed, squeaking a bit as her bottom sat on the bed for a bit to long. Shutting the door tightly, she went over to the full length mirror, and pulled her shorty nighty up off her sore bottom, no need to take panties down, since she hadn't bothered with putting them on last night, and turned, peeking over her shoulder at the reflected damage.

Well, she thought, not as bad as last night, by any means, but gosh, it still really hurt when she sat. Or, she sulked, when her Mom swatted her.

"Lilly?" came the query from downstairs.

"I'm up, I'm up! I'll be down in a sec!" The other comments that she might have made, such as 'geez' or 'give me a break!' or 'gawd, I'll be down when I'm down!' were not said, although they were thought. Part of what had gotten her into spanking trouble last night, was that she had seriously backtalked last night when her Mom was scolding her about her homework. Sassing right now, the morning after a spanking, was pretty much a sure fire way to get her fanny spanked before school, and that wasn't in Lilly's plans.

So she hurried downstairs, her older sister was there waiting as well, already eating, smirking at her as she sat and then squeaked. No way to avoid it though, her parents insisted that the girls sit and eat, and not just rush off, sore bottom or not.

Breakfast done, she took care of her dishes quick, no need for a lecture on that as well, and then hurried back upstairs, to take a quick shower and get ready for the day.

The shower was short, even by school morning standards, warm water spraying on her bottom wasn't that comforting.

So, Lilly was back in her room wrapped in her towel, as she dried her hair and decided what to wear today.

Normally she had all her outfits picked out well in advance, but last nights spanking made her question things. Usually after a spanking, she'd be wearing a dress or skirt, something that was loose and wouldn't rub, not like her jeans or pants.

But, she'd been bragging about this new pair of sky blue 'jeans', and some of the girls had said that no way her Mom was going to shell out that much money for them. So if she didn't show up in them, after she said she already had them, well, the teasing would be unbearable. Wearing them the next day wouldn't work either, the would just assume she hadn't had them, and had begged her Mom to buy them for her.

So no way around it, she'd just have to suck it up, sometimes you had to suffer for fashion.

Looking in her pantie drawer, the nice, soft, full briefs caught her eye, again, under normal circumstances, what she would choose post spanking. Again, fashion dictated otherwise. No Way was she going to have panty lines from briefs showing under her new pants!

That meant her only real choice were her cute but snug bikinis, the ones with the cute elastic at waist,and legs. Elastic that on days like today felt like sandpaper and did nothing except irritate. Finding a blue pair that almost matched her pants, with cute litte contrasting elastic, Lilly shimmied into her undies, and then snagged out a bra as well, and got that on as well. And looked in the mirror again.

Dang.

The girl looking back at her was tall, 5'7", and looking like she was going to sprout a bit more, as her folks would tease. Long brown hair that was almost to her waist, brown eyes, hips and bottom Finally starting to curve and plump out nicely now that she was 14, but, sadly, not to much on top yet. So she turned from side to side, seeing if changing the angle somehow helped. Or if pushing her arms together, did. And that did, a bit. At least her Mom had consented about a year ago, and had let her start wearing bras, even if she really didn't need them.

end part 1....

Saturday, August 8, 2009

More World of Warcraft and gaming humor....
































































Here you go, since I had someone who apreciated the last set. You either get it, or you don't. The game I've been playing for some time on xbox is Oblivion. I've got a very nice Dark Elf maid, and I'm a master sneak, master archer, and master in most magics, and have good invisiblity charms as well. Though I think it's not fair that the game won't let me enchant a bikini.








Oh, and btw, these are all from http://www.supermegatopia.com/ he's got Tons of stuff there, from the WoW stuff, look for that in the Bootybay tab, to his archives and gallery.






And another oh. Oh, if you click on the pics? They get bigger. It's magic.








Angie






















Monday, August 3, 2009


The only 'butt' I care about... F/f

"But, but Mommieeeee!!!! Owwwwwieee!"

"Hush! I'm not in any mood, the only 'butt' I'm concerned with right now, young lady, is your little 'butt'!"

Swat!

"Oooowwww!!!! Mommmieee!"

"sly, since you were away on vacation, you picked up quite a few bad habits, little girl!"

Spank! Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

"Your manners are awful! "

Spank!

"sly, I want to be hearing please, and yes Mommie, and No Mommie, and may I, and Sir and Ma'am when you are talking to other adults, and it's 'yes', not yeah, and you will Answer when I talk to you, do you understand me sly?"

Spank!

"Ow ow oww! Ohhh yes Mommie yes Mommie I understand Ma'am! Oh I'm sorry oh it hurts please stop, please!"

Spank!

"Not yet. I'm tired of your eye rolling, the crossed arms, the huffing, the sighing, and it Stops, miss sly, now!"

Spank spank spank spank spank!

"Oh OW yes Mommie no eye rolling Mommie I won't!"

Spank spank spank!

"And?"

My hand, resting on bare red bottom as I wait....

"Um, no crossed arms, and no huffing?"

"Good, that's right."

Spank!

"And, I'm tired of all the backtalk, all the sass, of having to tell you more then once to do something. That stops too, young lady."

"Yes Mommie yes Ma'am!"

"Good. " pat pat pat...

"Now, up you go, nose in the corner, and hands Off your fanny, I'll let you know when you can come out. Scoot."


Love,
Mommie

Thursday, July 30, 2009

The movie A Perfect Getaway....







If you've caught the ads for this, amazing scenery, it takes place on the Na Pali trail on Kauai, Hawaii.

Love that trail, and have hiked it all the way to the end, a few times. I wrote a story about it, called Camping, about some real life adventures there once. (just type camping in the little search box on the blog...)





Love,
Angie

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Song of the day- My heart belongs to Daddy

Anita O'Day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS-NponTvYw

Sister problems part 2 f/f

I pouted, but I knew she wasn't joking either, so as soon as she got out the door, I finished drying off and got changed. The stupid vest and even dumber panties,then the blouse and jumper.

Dang. I looked in the mirror, turned my head, turned and looked again. Dang! I didn't really look any different in this then I had when I was 12! I could feel how hot my face was, and I felt sort of teary, too.

I wasn't sure how much time I had left, I had sorta lost track, so I got my fanny out and down and found Sly. It was a good thing I had, as even though she was yapping on the phone again (ha, so much for Sly not thinking she was girly), probably with Ellen, she actually had the kitchen timer out on the coffee table! Gosh! I had about 45 seconds left but I'm glad I hadn't dawdled any longer.

"....yeah, sorry, so stuck here for at least today, and probably going to have to be babysitting her for the rest of the week as well..."

I blushed again, I didn't think she really had to say babysitting, she was just showing off and being mean, now.

"..but yeah, they didn't say I couldn't have anyone over, just that she couldn't. So stop on by whenever you want,'k, and keep me company. Hang on a sec, a'right?"

She put the phone down, but didn't bother covering it up.

"Well you just made it, smart. You need to get started on your chores, Mommie left the list for you on kitchen table. "

And that was that, she didn't even say anything else, I was just ignored, dismissed.

"Slllyyy come on, can't I wait a bit and then get started? I've got plenty of time, and ..."

I sorta didn't finish as she just looked at me again.

"Yeah, sorry, hang on again, I have to take care of something real quick. No, no need to hang up this won't take long."

Sly was standing now, and I'm a lot smaller anyway, and in my old clothes, I felt Really small. And young.

"Angie? Come here please, now."

Crud. And she had That look to. I went, not fast but I went.

I got there, and couldn't look her in the eye. So I looked at the floor.

"S-Sly? I'm sorry, I won't backtalk anymore, I'll go do my chores an...."

She just put her finger to my lips then, and very softly tapped them. Pops she called them. I shut up and even my ears felt hot now.

"Angie? I know you are going to do your chores now. Because I told you to. I'm not going to put up with you backtalking, sassing, or arguing with me everytime I tell you to do something, okay? And this is the only warning I'm going to give you. If I have to repeat myself after this, if I have to tell you something twice, if you backtalk me, I'm not going to argue. I'm going to spank you until you are really, really sorry you didn't mind me right off the bat. Angie, do you understand me?"

Her finger was still on my lips, so with big eyes, I rapidly nodded yes that I did!

"Good. Turn."

I squeaked as she actually turned me as she said it, and then I squeaked again but didn't move as she pulled the back of my jumper up and then pinned it up in back so my panties were showing! I almost whined out 'Slyyyy!' again, but stopped myself before it left my lips.

She took my left wrist, and raised my arm up, and I gasped as she said "hold still", then squealed and danced as she swatted me four times, Hard right across my panties!

"Scoot" she said, so I scooted, cringing a bit at the next, "and don't you dare unpin your dress, I'll let it down when I'm ready. Good. Hey, Ellen? yeah,no, it's fine, Angie was just acting out, so had to swat her is all. Sure, come on over now, not a problem."


Love,
Angie

Music from The L Word-site of the day...

The L Word is an interesting series, following the lives of a group of upscale Lesbians in LA. Among other things, one of the things I've loved during the series is their use of pop and indy music as a soundtrack to what is going on. Many times, I've heard something on a show, and then gone dang, what was that? And the don't tell you what the songs were at the end of the show.

Well, discovered at the official L word site, they have a music section, which breaks down What the songs are, by season and episode and location In the episode!


http://www.thelwordonline.com/music.html

so here are some songs I like as featured in the series.

blunt-wild strawberries
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DthZRh9FIM

Ladylove-joystick
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IMVFbwsfPQ

Bareback-EZ girl
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxcpXqvX6os

Lonely lonely-Feist
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UlIDp7Rk2Ag

I never knew your name- Joystick
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a06zXAUBp1o

It girl- Betty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ra0UmDetVlY

Some kind of wonderful- Betty with Pam Grier
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VjNDk4nUbc

Do you take it?- The wet spots (Sly's song...)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grGrN_nuWg8

Get on-Dirtmitts
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wd04wJna9Ag

Playgirl-ladytron
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlCjRuo8ayM

Kiss the world - Catlow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztE38Rp1yOQ

Lay around-the jealous girlfriends
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ARrVxbH6ZA

Alright-Kinnie Star
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPpRQeCWcPA

Sugar high-Jaymes Bullet
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3yyKX9GsYQ




have fun,
Angie

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Ana Beatriz Barros, sigh....

















Something about Brazillian women...the top pic is my wallpaper. The next one down, is one of my all time fave pics ever, what a sweet little smile.





Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Sister problems f/f

(this is a variation of my family stories. here, Sly is almost 17, and I'm 14. And our parents are a Lesbian couple. If this isn't for you, you've been warned. And no, no sex.)

"Slyyyyyyy!" I whined out in my best whine, "C'monnnn, it's not fair!"

That was as I was fresh from shower in my towel, looking at what my loving sister had so thoughtfully laid out for me on my bed. I couldn't believe, she had actually Picked out my clothes, like I was 5 or something!

She was there of course, waiting for me, leaning against my wall, tshirt, and olive drab cargo shorts. Arms folded across her chest.

"And just what isn't fair, Angela Lynn?"

I flushed and cringed at that, a hand sorta going on it's own to my bottom. I only ever get called Angela Lynn when I'm in trouble or being scolded. And my hand, well, when she called me that, my bottom started throbbing from my little 'talk' last night with Mommie.

I don't think it's right that someone just saying your name should be able to make your bottom hurt like that. Like it's linked or something.

I pouted and flounced a bit. I've been working on my flounce.

"You know, well, This!" I pointed for dramatic effect to my bed. "You didn't have to pick my stuff out ya know! And even if you were supposed to, you didn't have to be pick out that outfit, gawd!"

"Not fair? Okay, Angela..."

Well at least she'd dropped the Lynn....I still pouted though.

"How's this for fair? I already had plans today, I was supposed to be going with my friends to the amusement park. And now I'm not. And why is that, Angela?"

Dang, still at Angela. She was ticked. She usually didn't stay mad at me that long. I mean, she was bossy and everything and pushy and picked on me, but she usually didn't stay mad at me.

"I'm sorry Sly, I didn't ask for you to have to stay home, ya know! I coulda just stayed home alone, I am 14!"

Even as I said that though, I turned so I wasn't looking at Sly, she wasn't smiling at All anymore, and what I'd just said sounded stupid even to me.

She surprised me like she sometimes does, sorta being right behind me, and then her fingers under my jaw, turning my head to make me look at her, like Mommie and Daddie do.

Quiet voice now.

"Angie? I asked you a question, and I Want an answer...."

She got that trick from Daddie....

Even if I couldn' t lower my head, I could still look at the floor, so I did. My face was hot as I answered her.

"Um, because, I sorta got into trouble, and they wanted you to stay with me?"

I yelped as she swatted me through the towel.

"You didn't 'sorta' get into trouble. Why did I have to stay home?"

"Slyyyyyyy!"

Another swat, another yelp.

"Last chance. One...two....."

Dang!

"Okay okay! I was in trouble cause I hadn't done my dumb chores and had went out anyways, and then when I got grounded, I snuck out when no one was here! Okay?"

My face was very hot now, and my bottom was hurting again, I was recalling last nights 'talk' in a lot of detail.

"And?"

I gave her my best kitten eyes but they didn't work on her this time. I scooched away before she could swat me again.

"And, and you had to stay home cause Mommie and Daddie said I...." I paused, and decided I better say exactly what they had said, "...obviously couldn't be trusted to stay in when I was grounded, so they needed you to watch me. But I'm really really sorry Sly, honest, I am! And I'll listen to you an not give you any problems, but I can pick my own clothes out!"

"Angie? What did Mommie say before they left?"

Dang.

"Angie?"

"Um, Mommie said that you were in charge, an better mind you and do what you said or, well, you know."

"Or what, Angie?"

"Slyyyyyyy! " I stamped my foot a bit, but you weren't falling for that either. The boys sometimes did now.

"Or, Mommie said if I didn't mind you or listen to you or obey you...." (Mommie had been Quite specific in how she had worded that) "...that, that Daddie was going to take her belt to my bottom when they got back. 'K?"

"So, Angie, I think you better starting minding, and listening, and obeying, don't you? Or your going to go over My lap before they even get home. And, I think if I have to stay home to babysit my 14 year old sister, like I'd have to a little kid, you might as well dress the part, don't you?"

I mumbled out a "Yes Ma'am".

I looked back at the bed. Stupid outfit anyway. I mean, it's not fair that I wasn't really any bigger now than I was at 12. Well, okay, 11, but almost 12. And I don't know why Mommie thought she had to keep my old clothes around. But there was this dumb vest instead of a bra, not that I really needed one yet, Mommie let me wear one so I wouldn't get teased, but the little girl vest was there. And stupid old cotton panties, briefs! Disney princess ones! With shiny pink elastic at the waist and legs! And a jumper and with a white capsleeved blouse! The Only saving grace was that it wasn't my old grade school uniform jumper, but this was way childish.

"Good. I'm glad we understand each other. You have five minutes to be dressed, and downstairs. If I were you, I wouldn't test me right now, Angie."

And then she was out the door.


love,
Angie