Mmmm... Fall is FINALLY in the air this morning, and it was so incredibly, sensually delightful to walk in the early morning chill, feeling the goose bumps rise eagerly in response to the lower temperature. We lingered outside for longer than usual, just enjoying the surprisingly cooler air, the promise of Fall lurking behind each and every breath of air.

It's coming on my absolute favorite time of year... the feelings, the scents, the yearnings, the sense of peace and harmony and life slowing down. I came inside, shut off the air conditioning for the first time in months and hurriedly went through the house opening the windows. Ah, fresh, cool air! It is indeed a breath of fresh air!

I've been stuck inside for far too long, trapped by the eternal, infernal heat and smothering dryness of summer here in the deep south. I'm craving the open air like a wild animal gasping for breath. I need to feel the rush of the wind, the crisp crackle of leaves beneath my feet; I need to free my soul, for it longs to roam wild and free, unchained, unshackled.

My spirit is restless, wanting more, getting just a taste of the magic this morning, but knowing that it will come to an end all too soon, as the temperature rises and we are forced once again to retreat into our air-conditioned, secluded, isolated world of reality. This is frustrating for me, because I always want things to happen, to change, in an instant, but somehow I just know in my heart that if I approach it differently this time, if I keep myself open and accepting, maybe, just maybe, I can catch the elusive contentment that my soul requires.

I'll leave you with a thought, a quote, a few words to ponder. And I'll go back to relishing the yummy sensation of the fresh air blowing through the open window!

"The major problems in the world are the result of the difference between how nature works and the way people think," by Gregory Bateson.

See? This proves it! Husbands DO thrive on spanking! Yeah, OK, sometimes wives do, too, though it is always beneficial if they both don't feel the exact same urge at the exact same moment, lol. Although that would make for a pretty funny picture, wouldn't it? Just imagine a husband and wife both bare-bottomed and petulent, waiting, bent over the chair or on a pile of pillows on the bed, side-by-side, waiting, waiting, and waiting some more. I wonder which one would get up first...

On the other hand, if they were both feeling the urge to give their partner a profoundly sound spanking, that also raises some interesting questions. Who would get to spank who first? How would they both feel about the spanking then? Would the second "spanker" be more severe because they'd already received their spanking? Would the second "spankee" be more reluctant to bare their own bottom?

Geesh, this whole topic raises so many questions and presents a plethora of thoughts and images in my own mind! Man spanking woman? Woman spanking man? What happens when dominance rises to the surface of both people involved? What about submission? How would this be resolved? Would they draw straws or play rock, paper, scissors or what? Anybody got any ideas?

Sometimes life has a way of putting everything into perspective for you, right in front of your eyes, at the most surprising of times. And yet, when you think back on the moment later, you realize that there was a bigger picture involved, the clues were there all along, even if they went unseen until the "right" moment.

Everything happens for a reason, it really does, but sometimes, those happenings and reasons have us questioning everything we know to be true, all we believe in a rely on. Maybe that's the point... sometimes we just have to rely on faith, whatever that might mean to each and every one of us.

No, I'm not talking about religion, organized or otherwise, but the act of faith, of unconditional, steadfast belief in something beyond yourself, something bigger or stronger or more eternal than you. That's what links us all together at our core, each and every one of us. And once we connect in some way with that belief inside ourselves, great things can and do happen. Even if the circumstances that got us to that point seemed hard or painful or meaningless. In a nutshell, perspective is everything, and our perception of ourselves and the world in which we live is the key to our own personal happiness.

Inspiration is action. It involves not only actively using your mind but connecting that with physical activities in real life that motivate others just by their own merits. I'm not sure why this thought came to me this morning, but it is far reaching and more significant than the bounds of my own mind. In fact, it's true on every level, every dynamic within us, within our lives, our relationships, our work and our play, together and apart. It is what keeps us going, each of us, what makes us get up and out of bed, keeps us trudging or dancing or galloping through our respective lives. It is, in fact, profound and eternal, and that is reason enough to cause me to stop to ponder its reality for a even a few moments.

Inspiration vs. Motivation

Leaders inspire people. People motivate themselves. Leaders often fail to understand a simple fact of human nature: people are intrinsically motivated beings. They come to work for two reasons: to earn the economic means to support themselves and their family and to make a difference. And they seek to understand how and why they are making a difference in the workplace. Motivating others is an outside-in approach to leadership that is not sustainable over time because people don’t need motivation. They need inspiration. Inspiring people is an inside-out approach to leadership that is entirely self-sustaining, as people strive to reach their fullest potential.

Deep and profound, isn't it? Inspiration rather than motivation, spurs action. I feel like I should end this nonsensical post by asking you something, but that seems silly, too, so I'll just leave you with a grin and a bounce, and lots of naughty but ever so nice spanking good thoughts!

True, but how you see yourself influences how others see you, and that might "matter" even more, at least as far as relationship stuff is concerned! Anyway, this thought process was most definitely inspired by Luna, who offered up a truly delectable and thought-provoking Flash Fiction Friday challenge!)
I stand in awe, the sight of myself hardly recognizable; I’m momentarily overwhelmed. With every long, slow intake of breath, I’m merging with the iconic figure in the mirror, absorbing her beauty, her indelible powers of seduction, her flawless dominance. One ragged breath at a time, she becomes me, I become her. My insecurity fades, the glare of the mirror leaves only raw sexuality. The transformation comes full circle, blending inner power, outward dominance, punctuated by tranquil, tender trailing of the lash across my bare flesh and the paper-thin, satin soft feel of the virtually invisible panties caressing my hips.

Today's post took a completely different direction from where it was initially leading, just because I stumbled upon this intriguing image and took the time to read the attached text. Hmmm... by my way of thinking, consensual spanking and kinky sexual games seem to play right into this theory of generating and empowering an intimate connection between lovers. Besides, just think of all the other naughty things we could write on each of those fingers!

To make the article below even more fun to read, every time you come to the word, "intimacy," I suggest substituting the word "spanking"! It makes the entire article even more fun, sensual, kinky, relevant and interesting!

Intimacy by Dr. Ava Cadell

What is intimacy and how can I experience it? This is a universal question that I am asked so often that I’d like to give you my definition of intimacy.

“Let’s start by breaking down the word intimacy and look at it phonetically. Into sounds very inviting doesn’t it? When you get into something, it means you really want to be there, right? What about Me See? You’re saying,“This is ME. See me, all of me because I have nothing to hide.” It’s like having a long zipper from your head to your toes, opening it and saying, “here I am.” Intimacy is about getting rid of protective layers and facades and revealing yourself to someone you truly love.

* Intimacy is not a wild, rapid passion, but a slow burning passion.
* Intimacy doesn’t have to be serious; it can be fun like a Monopoly game. Your goal in Monopoly is to own expensive hotels on Park Place, but you can’t do that until you have purchased some less expensive properties on Baltic Ave. It’s the same with intimacy. Your goal is to connect with someone mentally, emotionally, and sexually, but you have to work your way up to it by taking your time, getting to know your partner, exploring non-sexual areas, and work up to primary erogenous zones.
* For intimacy you need to be 100% present and enjoy the journey as much as the destination.
* When a woman feels intimate with her man, she feels safe and she will surrender herself to him so she can feel ultimate pleasure and satisfaction without any inhibitions.
* For a man intimacy can be better than sex because it takes the pressure off performance and it makes him feel valued by his partner.

As a visual aid to demonstrate the five keys to intimacy, I ask my clients to hold up their prominent hand as we go through each finger to define the five steps to Intimacy:

1. Thumb – When we raise our thumb, what does it symbolize? Everything is OK. Your thumb represents your ego. In order to experience intimacy you need to surrender your ego. Intimacy is not about conquest, but a personal journey with someone you love. So step one is to surrender your ego, let your partner see who you really are, even when you’re feeling vulnerable.

2. Forefinger – When you wag your forefinger at someone or when they wag it at you, what does that represent? This is the finger of authority and knowledge. But what about when you were a child and you pointed your forefinger, what did it represent then? The forefinger is also the finger that was used in the movies ET and Cocoon to touch the extraterrestrials inquisitively. So the second step towards intimacy is to always be curious and willing to learn about your partner’s wants, needs, desires, and fears.

3. Middle finger – What do you think this finger represents? It’s called the “swear finger” and it means “up yours” in slang terms. It’s a sign of defiance! Yet it’s a sign to express how you feel. In relationships men often repress their feelings, especially successful powerful men who learn that success comes from not expressing feelings because that shows weakness. But you cannot experience intimacy without letting down your defenses and opening up your heart. Soften your swear finger and you’ll experience the third step towards intimacy. That is to open up your heart, verbalize, and demonstrate your emotions to your partner because they cannot read your mind.

4. Ring finger – This is the finger that people use to display their wedding ring on. It’s also the finger of hope and trust. You wouldn’t dream of marrying someone you didn’t trust. The forth step to achieving intimacy is for you to earn your partner’s trust and respect by being non-judgmental and unconditionally supportive and loving. A prelude to this is to trust and respect you because if you don’t, then you can’t expect your partner to either.

5. Pinky – What do you think of when you wave your pinky finger? As children we interlock pinkies when we want to keep a promise, so let’s apply this finger to the fifth step to intimacy as the promise of a deeper connection through open and honest communication. Make time for quality communication with your partner every single day where you both take turns talking, listening and acknowledging each other.

5 Steps to Intimacy

Remember the five steps to Intimacy and think of intimacy like an artichoke. You have to peel off the layers and savor them before you can devour the succulent tender heart.

I find myself constantly amazed at my own feelings and state of mind these days. I awake every morning to find myself feeling less and less outwardly, obviously sick, but the toll it has taken on my lungs has carried over. I feel as if I'm just watching the world play out before my eyes, waiting quietly, sitting, watching, with a wonder and a vulnerability that I don't usually permit myself to exhibit.

The truth is that I AM feeling vulnerable, because of the exhausting duration of this lingering cough and congestion. But, as with the cough, my feelings of vulnerability have delved ever so much deeper into my soul. My sexually dreams and fantasies and thoughts are purely passive and submissive now, with little resistance or complaint, just unadulterated compliance and an open mind to whatever occurs (or doesn't occur).

I DO feel like playing, or at least, being played with, lol, but I would never ask for such a thing. That would defeat the purpose! At some point, Dante's dominance will come out to play and then we will both be satisfied.

Sorry, folks, but I'm at a loss for words today. All the thoughts in my head are jumbled and entangled, and I'm still running a bit too short on oxygen with each breath to do much about it. But since you took time out of your busy day to stop by, I thought I'd re-post a sampling of creative snippets from the past.

Maybe something will strike your fancy, maybe not. Either way, hopefully, it will lead to a swift return of my poetic muse... oh, and just for the sake of being repetitive and obvious, all poetry (and everything else written here) is copyright me, Tiggr d'Amore.

Dancing in the Dark

Darkness falls,
velvety soft,
as scents of nature
fill the night,
pleading to be
felt,
heard,
tasted
and touched.

Unseen grows the passion,
seductive longing,
unbridled,
unchained.

Raw as the night,
but softer than silk,
her torment grows
even as her pleading stills.

Race from the sun,
run with the moon,
prowl the earth
and explore realms
unseen.

She is the darkness,
she breathes its fire,
she basks in its peace,
she is unseen,
unheard,
untouched,
as she dances
in the dark.

This was inspired first by Dante but also by Bruce Springsteen (the original Dancing in the Dark master of words).

Water Play
Dripping wet attraction,
playful, passionate power...
water controls my moods,
takes hold of my heart,
empowers my senses
and rocks my world.

How I long to play,
to float, to swim,
to dive, to splash
with you amongst
the waves, the wet,
the water.

My spirit craves the water
just as my soul yearns for you;
Together they merge
into a force unseen,
limitless, timeless
and beautiful.

Broken
Fractured, shattered.

Broken.

Rebuilt, renewed

Then broken again.

Who am I?

A sum of all parts?

Or part of a sum?

Silent and verbose,

Passive yet aggressive,

Internalizing yet reaching out.

Who am I?

Broken.

Shattered, fractured.

Just like broken glass.

By the way, folks, this is not a "bad" poem, nor is it any indication of me feeling bad, about myself or anything else. It's just me, trying in my best little Tiggry way, to sort through some stuff in my head. In other words, it's just a glimpse (scary as it might be) into my naughty little red head!

Slave-Lover
Tormented and teased
I lie bound
At your mercy –
Straining
To meet your lips,
The release of your
Fingers.

I am your Slave –
Ravage me.

Can you tell what's on my mind today? *grins and bounces*

Today is a new day here at ASGT and I'm tickled pink to introduce you all to someone new... Dave the Rave is 45 and lives in the northeastern portion of the USA. He doesn't (yet) have his own blog so when he sent me one of his real life spanking stories via email, I was more than eager to post it here for everyone to read. It's these kinds of stories that make my dearest Dante cringe and tighten up his ever-so-scrumptious bottom cheeks, which makes me even happier!

I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I did, down to the very last spanking good details. And by the way, if any of you reading this don't have a blog of your own, but would like to share your stories here, just drop me an email. I just love guest spankings!

"My last "true" spanking took place when I turned 30, but that has since changed.

A friend and I had a belated Birthday/Christmas get-together at my apartment back then. We exchanged regular gifts and then some fun ones. Her one funny gift was a snowman bikini brief and I modeled it and she laughed. The next box had a "birthday" tag that said if I opened it I had to use them. It was a 3-pack of men's G-strings (red, blue and black). I modeled each one and she liked what she saw. After modeling the last one, I went back and found a blue tear-away bikini.

I modeled it for her and as I turned to walk back to change, she came from behind, grabbed both sides and ripped it off!!!!

With me in my birthday suit, I did a little dance and she laughed. Then, spur of the moment, she found a chair, sat down and called her "baby" over. She then put me over her lap "Sunny Side Up" and spanked me until I was in real pain. Not to where I was pleading her to stop, but enough to know she was in charge. She called it "fair, yet firm".

After she stopped, she said had she known ahead of time, she would have brought her PADDLE!!!!! I winced and she slapped me once more for being naughty. She moved away later on and we kept in touch for awhile.

Starting last summer, I went to a friends' house for pool parties and such. After I came out of the shower and still in the buff, she gave me a playful spanking. About a dozen swats and mild pain - a "slight sting". I was caught by surprise, so that initial spanking was a bit humiliating, but all was fine.

Since then, I model for her and her friends every so often. At the end, I am either down to a G-string or my full birthday suit. Playful spankings are permitted. A paddle is sometimes used, but with care. A firm bare hand to bare hiney spanking is what we all agree on as the norm. They are to be in fun, with no "real" harm inflicted.

Of course, to be spanked by a woman my own age is okay, but if a woman old enough to be my mother or young enough to be a daughter does so, the control factor for them skyrockets and I must submit! Arousal does happen, as well. No sex is ever involved, although being seen "active" causes giggles and applause.

I also have a leather "cock corset" that can be secured in place so as to "tame" my wild side. There is a small D-ring and one woman playfully tied a ribbon thru it and "gift-wrapped" me! We all laughed. A sassy friend made ones that are more comfortable. All in fun.

The ground rules are simple: WOMEN only and NO children. The youngest are college-age (20's). Also, there is to be no all-out humiliation where I am simply belittled, heckled and all. I don't mind giggles and laughter, but not to degrade me. I hope this was okay…"

Please let David know what you thought of his story! Feel free to express your feelings to him in my comments box.

Isn't it funny how the most fleeting moments bring back the most powerful memories? I was quietly sitting on the floor, folding laundry this morning, with the rest of the house still sleeping peacefully, when I came upon the old, raggedy T-shirt Dante had been wearing just yesterday. I instantly found myself complaining in my head, thinking, "Why doesn't he just wear something DIFFERENT once in a while, spend a tiny fraction of time pretending as if he cares what he looks like?"

But then, quick as a flash, those thoughts were replaced with something far more profound, long-lasting and telling, not only about Dante but about me and how I've come to view our relationship.

I freely admitted to myself that, even though the statement above was and is certainly true on some occasions, that shirt (and the others like it in his top dresser drawer) symbolizes the tried and true, well-worn, ever present guarantee of his enduring love for me. Why? Well, because it is so decisively him, at his rawest, most down-to-earth self. And also because I've been there with him (mostly) for the entire life of the shirt, which spans considerable time and has born witness to many important events in our life together.

All this thinking and pondering makes me want to go hug him long and hard, to lay down besides his sleeping form, to gently nudge him awake with my lips and tongue, to overwhelm myself with HIM. Unfortunately, those thoughts will have to wait, of course, because even though we've had (and will have again today) more alone time during the day than we've literally had in months, I'm still sicker than sick and do NOT want to make Dante any sicker than he already is.

So for now, I'll just try to take comfort in living out all those naughty thoughts in my head!

I'm dreaming, swirling, dancing
within the sanctuary of my mind.

Safe, protected, bound
not only by your love, your strength,
but by your strong hands.

My heart aches for you,
yearning for your touch,
the perfect merging of pain and pleasure,
my dreams overwhelm me.

A single tear of release rolls lazily
down my cheek
as I ponder the sense of complete
abandon.

All I am,
all that you share,
come together as one
in this moment
in dream-time.

Well, let me rephrase that... I'm flirting with danger by answering any important emails, writing any important (serious or even semi-serious) posts, or leaving any comments that require deep thought. Why? Because I've finally caught the LG and Dante bug and I feel AWFUL. I'm much too ill to string two lucid thoughts together or stare at the blindingly bright computer screen for too long, so I'll just leave you all with some spanking good thoughts to ponder for the day, on the topic of self-spanking.

Do you engage in self-spanking? If so, how often? With what? Is it dictated or controlled totally by you or partially (or totally) by a lover who can't be with you physically for some reason? Do you find that it satisfies your spanko urges or does it leave you yearning for more? Does it make you feel more sumissive or does it add an air of dominance or control to the spanking and subsequently to your persona? Would you recommend it to others? Why or why not? Is spanking a want or a need in your life... in other words, if you weren't (aren't) in a spanking relationship of some sort, would you still be satisfied?

I'm NOT asking these questions for myself or Dante, by the way! (This topic came up because of a recent post that I read this morning from a really new blogger). I have engaged in self-spanking and other naughtiness several times in the past, for one reason or another, but it just doesn't work for me on any level. However, I know of others who have used it quite successfully, or who have no real choice if they want to include spanking in their relationships, and for them, it does apparently satisfy something deep within them, whether it be a want or a need.

Feel free to share your thoughts or experiences in the comments section...

Angst, betrayal, condemnation,
despair evoked.

Falling, gasping, hurting,
intense karma...
Loving Master
needed.

Ouch, pain,
quickly reticent,
suffering,
thresholds
under
(re)view.

WHY?

Xexactly...

Y Not?

Zzzzzz...

OK, so I broke the rules for this week's Flash Fiction Friday. But then, when have I EVER done anything "by the book"? Hey, at least I came up with something, lol! But this is honestly the furthest thing from my mind this morning. All my thoughts are of my darling Dante and the incredibly sweet post he wrote today just for me (hopefully). Words fall far short and actions can't even compare to all that I hold quietly in my heart and soul and spirit for this wonderful man. Sometimes I truly can't believe that he's mine!

My Dearest Dante,

I'm writing this on the blog because you chose to share your incredible gift to me on your blog. But I am trying not to draw direct attention to it, because it is deeply personal, from my soul to yours, and I do not wish or care about anyone's thoughts on it except yours.

I love you now more than I've ever loved you. I love you more deeply, more powerfully, more sustainably. I know with a guarantee as strong as stone that we will remain together through thick and thin, through good times and bad, through storms and high waters and torrential winds and rain.

I know that I give you my love and my life, completely and fully, as I never have before. Nearly all that I do as I go throughout my daily existence is for you, or at least for us, with your needs and desires and wants first and foremost in my mind.

But I know, too, that the doubts are there, quietly remaining, in my mind even if no longer in yours. I do not doubt you, or your love, but rather my own unconditional ability to love, to nurture, to truly be the best thing in anyone's life, particularly yours. Those doubts and worries are mine to bear, not caused by you nor made more so because of anything that you have ever done or will ever do. They grow from the deepest part of me, a place untouched by human hands, unrocked by human emotion.

But when the doubts are raging, I have only to look for just a millisecond into your eyes and I am at peace. All becomes right with my world, and an unseen wall of protection closes ever so gently down on us, encasing us in security and strength. This exists only because of you, because you dared to love me through the worst of times, and through to the other side.

You are unshakable and therefore, so am I. Thank you my love, my life, my passion and my power! You are truly all that I am! I love you completely, unconditionally, until the last sunset and beyond! Whatever comes, we will face it, and overcome it, together.
I'll love you always!

My early morning walks are really getting interesting, and rather chilly, as the cooler air is finally starting to creep southward! My morning routine is usually nearly exactly the same... dog barks outside our bedroom door, I drag my sleepy self from under the covers, quickly use the bathroom, then hurry out to walk the dog before she wakes the LG and Dante.

Usually I change from my sleeping shorts into a pair of sweats or jeans, but this morning, I just couldn't shake the cobwebs from my head, so I was HOPING that the dog would permit me to go back to bed after her walk. That being said, I scurried out of the bedroom without changing into long pants, which left me in my loose, skimpy sleep shorts and sleeveless shirt.

Once I'd gotten out of the bedroom, I noticed immediately that our front porch light was once again on, but peering into that grey predawn haze, I couldn't make out any shapes moving or anything amiss. Still, for safety sake, I kept busy inside for as long as the dog would permit, trying to pass a bit more time so that it would be lighter outside when we did exit the house. The dog put up with this delay quite well, for another 10-15 minutes, and though the first rays of sunlight weren't showing themselves, night was rapidly ending as we entered the chill, still morning air.

As we took our usual walking path through our large front yard, I made my way carefully along in my sandals. I'd forgotten to grab a pair of socks and the grass has grown quite tall along our "path," with weeds growing taller still, and the dew was still wet and clingy upon the leaves. The dog was on high alert, sniffing the air, hyper-focusing on the yard next door to ours, where a house has stood vacant for more than a year. I saw nothing, and feel certain that whatever had been there was now gone, but the dog wasn't so sure.

Still, the usual morning calm came over me as always, as I let the internal stresses of my mind just melt away with the fading darkness. My primal side came through, and in the grey light of almost morning, on our quiet country dirt road, nothing moved but squirrels and a few stirring birds. I felt safe, and alone and serene, and a little bit naughty.

Wrapped up in the moment, I couldn't help myself. I found my hands beginning to roam over my shirt, up under the hem, down beneath the well-worn elastic of my shorts (once again, I rarely wear panties, and never to bed). My hands had a mind of their own as I seductively raised my shirt up above my perky breasts, with nipples coming fully erect as soon as they made direct contact with the chill morning air.

Ever watchful for cars or noise, my hands slid over my shorts, grasping at the baggy legs, sliding the material up high over my hups, exposing my thighs and buttocks to the day ahead. Ahhh... my exhibitionist side definitely got a thrill this morning! Happily satiated, I wandered back inside with the dog, ready to begin my day!

Oh, by the way, whatever wild creature has been coming around under cover of darkness made its way to our place again last night as well, and drove the dog absolutely insane. So much so that I had to close off the bedroom with the biggest front-facing window for fear of her leaping right through it as she growled and whined and barked. We've ruled out deer because even though we know they come into the yard, they don't come close enough to the front porch to set off the light, and though the dog definitely gets a rise out of them, they don't upset her to the point of growling. I'm still hoping to solve the mystery, but it's kind of cool NOT knowing, too!

That's what I want... to be running naked, wild and free. No complications or responsibilities, no earthly ties to bind, no schedule to keep but the sun and the moon, the wind and the rain. I want to feel with every sense, every heartbeat. I want to absorb the heat of the sun and the force of the wind on my naked flesh.

I want to connect once more with the tiger within... it's been too long.

Sometimes these urges just leap out of me, onto the "pages" of this blog. This morning it was fueled by my now seemingly routine predawn walk with the dog. We were not alone in our yard, though I couldn't make out more than a haunting pair of eyes staring watchfully from dense, dark foliage at the edge of our property, nearest the woods. But I knew even before I saw those yes that we were not alone.

The scent of something wild hit me as soon as we stepped out onto the porch, and the dog quickly tried to track the smell, but I wouldn't let her drag me off into the great unknown. The sky was barely changing from deepest black to darkest grey, and I felt on edge and out of my element with every step. Every hair on the back of my neck stood up without cause as we crept farther into our front yard. It was only then that I saw the eyes watching us carefully, just for a moment or two, then they were gone into the darkness.

Yesterday morning, the outside light, which is on a trigger that goes off when something passes by the front door, was on when the dog awakened me. She was frantic to get outside but I made her wait until whatever was there had gone on its way. We do have an abundance of wildlife in our area, though most is seemingly invisible and people-evasive, due to the constant threat of hunters with guns and bows.

I have no fear of wild things, none at all, but caution is always a commodity in these situations. We do have bears and coyotes in the area and just because they aren't often seen doesn't minimize the danger. No doubt they are looking for food before the weather turns completely down here in the south, before hunting seasons go fully into effect, before they bed down for the "winter."

No harm, no foul, at least not for us two-legged folks. But the dog and the cats are quite a different story. We are their entrusted caregivers and protectors, so I am officially on high alert. None of them are ever allowed outside beyond our enclosed screen porch anyway, and I make sure they are all in before dark. But I'll be a bit more watchful now...

Anyway, any connection or run-in with one of the wild creatures tends to bring out my raw, carnal, unbridled inner tiger, the one from whom your "Tiggs" was born. And for each and every opportunity to make this connection, I am thankful and deeply grateful, because this is the deepest, realist part of my heart and soul and spirit! The rest is just extraneous, superficial stuff!

Ah, well, enough daydreaming for me... back to real life and tending to a sniffly, sick little guy who is happily and generously sharing his germs with me and Dante.

Please, please, please help me find that one particularly elusive post in my archives! I THINK it was written in 2006, though I'm not 100% positive about that. And it described a particular thrashing that I received after bringing home lots of natural spanking "toys" (sticks, birches, cane, etc.).

Sample search terms could or might possibly include spanking, flogging, caning, thrashing, sticks, twigs, cane, canes, natural, Patty, inspired, wild, though again, I might be completely off base there! It was, as I recall, written in direct response to one of Patty's pieces of spanking good fiction, a post from about the same time, I think.

Anyway, if you're willing to help in my search, which is growing quite frustrating and also quite desperate, cause I hate to "lose" anything I've ever written, please, please, please either send me the links to any posts you think match this vague description or include the links in comments here.

Thanks in advance!

Oh, and if you have time or feel compelled to do so, please click here to see how you can easily do some true good for both the furry ones and the two-legged folks besides, plus help the environment along the way! I make a point of doing this every day, even before I open my blog!

That one, particularly elusive spanking post is still eluding me, despite my best efforts. But I found one that has much the same feel and does touch on one of my deepest, darkest fears and fascinations: being stripped, restrained and whipped! As you'll read from this blast from the past, I've been "struggling" with these contradictory urges for a really long time, but Dante sure does know exactly how to help me face my fears!

But for those of you still leery, check out this and this for even more reasons to give sensual whipping a try! Without further ado, I'll leave you with this spanking good blast from our past!

Whipping Up Some Fun

A girl could really get used to this spanking stuff. And a Tiggr could DEFINITELY get used to being striped on a regular basis.

Yup, I got spanked again last night, despite Dante’s back pain (agony) and despite me wanting it but not quite being in the mood for it, and despite there being any reason for it at all except that as Dante realized, we both really needed it.

We had to be particularly creative due to his back issues, both in our choice of implements and the position we both maintained for the actual spanking. And creativity leads to all sorts of new fun, as I quickly learned.

I may have mentioned before but will say it again now... I HATE floggers. I hate the feel, the sting, the whippiness, the intensity, the multiple sensations all at once and the lack of evidence afterward (the next morning, not immediately after). In fact, the ONLY things that I actually like are facing my fear and the stripes immediately after, as I stare into the mirror.

But thanks to Dante’s creativity, my outlook may be changing, or at least broadening. Cause I got a long, hard, thorough flogging last night that I not only enjoyed but savored long afterward, one that sent me flying so high that I could barely speak and left me craving only more and deeper sensations.

Oh, he warmed me up first, though not as long or as slowly as I’d have liked. But his back pain necessitated hurrying things along so he would still have the ability and energy to adequately administer the main course. He even let me pick all the implements, with only one exception... he requested the narrow rawhide flogger that I had used on him so recently, the one that I wetted with ice before applying to his tender thighs. Yup... that one.

I picked some “new” implements, not really new to us, but we haven’t used them in quite some time. And as has been my nature recently, I selected some things that I truly fear, including the oldest, narrowest wooden spoon, a wicked rubber ruler and a small bamboo cane.

He then had me lie down on my tummy across a mattress on the floor while he lay on the bed above me, perpendicular to me, on his tummy. This odd position worked for us both, taking the pressure off his back (sitting up is impossible for him right now) and also offering the maximum “swing potential” for his arm. He noticed while I was kneeling in the closet, facing away from him, that he enjoyed the panties I was wearing, so he insisted that I leave them on for my spanking (that NEVER happens).

But these are no ordinary panties... extremely thin and silky, white with tiny red polka dots, they barely cover the tops of my cheeks and ride up high, leaving the bottom two-thirds of my ass exposed. They afforded no real protection but apparently added significantly to the visual appeal.

He did warm me up quite well but in his favorite style of mixing and blending implements and severity and location of the spanks, constantly leaving my mind racing and my body aching and anticipating the next spank. He “warmed” me from the base of my calves to the top of my bottom, before focusing his energy exclusively into the flogger.

As it registered in my brain that I was about to be thoroughly flogged, my brain panicked and I spent many long and agonizing moments trying to wrestle with my own thoughts before finally accepting the pain and the sensations. As always, inevitably and gratefully, that is when the endorphins crept into my brain, alleviating the pain and transporting me into newer and deeper depths of pleasure.

Oh, the pain was still there... I felt it every once in a while, but mostly just enjoyed and now craved the lashes as they explored my body from top to bottom. When Dante told me to roll over, I panicked briefly yet again but submitted instantly and pulled my shirt up almost instinctively, exposing my breasts for torment under his fingers and the little whip. He began slowly but worked quickly into more intense blows and lashed me thoroughly all over the front of my body, down both thighs, up my stomach, across my pubic bone, between my legs (though more carefully there) and over and over on my breasts until I burned with heat and desire.

He turned me over and over, back to front, several times (I’m not sure how many), building the intensity of the whipping with each turn, and I floated higher and higher. When I turned onto my back for the final round, his lips found my nipples and the sweet softness of his mouth made me come explosively over and over. He could have done that for hours! It was then that I consciously realized my hands were stretched voluntarily high above my head, as if restrained by some invisible force, and I dropped further into my inner fantasies... my need and desire to be possessed and taken, restrained and tied.

But those fantasies will wait, and will be even better for the waiting, until Dante is back in full form. It is heartbreaking for me to see him in so much pain, so weakened by constant agony, so unable to even rise from the bed without swallowing a scream. That he manages even in the throes of his own suffering, to both want and need to satisfy my carnal urges is beyond my comprehension. And it makes me love him even more, and causes me to be ever more grateful for all that I have missed and cast aside through our years together. He rocks my world with his very soul and he moves me with simply a look into his eyes.

I couldn't miss this week's FFF, especially since I did promise to do it, and also promised to do all I can to help Spanky get the whole idea up and running. Besides, the picture really did make my mind wander even more, and once I started to give in to the urge, well, I just couldn't help myself!

I have lots more to say but no time to write now... besides, my head is already aching again, so I think my computer time will be minimal again today. Damn recurring headaches. They would be full-fledged migraines if not for taking the maximum dose of medicine around the clock. Argh! And I have so many ideas and things I want to share with you, too! But it will have to wait a little longer.

Maybe the headaches are nature's way of forcing me to exercise a little patience, tolerance and self-restraint. Or maybe they just happen to f**k with me! Anyway, here's my FFF #3, and yes, it really is exactly 100 words (not including the title, of course).

Up-Skirt Fantasies of a Bored (but not boring) Construction Worker

Oooh-la-la, and uh-huh!
Totally tastefully tempting
and sickeningly seductively sweet
all at once.

Juices run freely,
dripping, sliding, scenting
downward
from high above.

Despite the glare,
he can just make out
the curvaceous lines
of shapely upper thighs
merging
into her perfect, heart-shaped
ass.

His hands fidget
with the worn leather
of his thick, work belt,
whilst he daydreams
visions of ultimate pleasure.

Damn he wants to fuck her,
spank her,
paddle her
with sheer ferocity
and desire.

A frothy, heady mix
love, lust,
squirming passionately
beneath his hands
until their combined heat
rises to a crescendo
in ultimate climax.

Have you ever spanked your dog? No? Well, then how would you know if he (or she) likes it, lol. This has GOT to be one of the strangest spanking stories I've ever read! And it is from real life, making it even weirder. As I read the story, I couldn't help but wonder HOW this woman came to know that her dog likes being spanked in the first place. I mean, seriously, I would never whack my own dog, but if I did, it wouldn't be for her pleasure (or mine)...

Pet of the Week: Jumble is more than a handful

By Patrick Robinson

September 9, 2009

Jumble is a Jack Russell terrier-Labrador retriever mix dog who is, "always excited," said her owner Janet Chu.

Chu works as a physical therapist and adopted Jumble from the humane society as a rescue dog in Georgia where Chu is from.

"I came here to work, but I couldn't take her on my road trip so my parents shipped her for $400 and she was on the plane all by herself," said Chu.

Jumble is almost 3 years old and is very active. She weighs 22 pounds.

"She always comforts me when I cry," explained Chu. "She always wants food. In fact, she will only play when you have food around."

Jumble is a very sweet pet, "funny and excited every day," Chu said. "But she hates water. She won't go in a lake or any other kind of water."

One unusual aspect of Jumble's life is that she likes to be spanked.

"When people pet her she likes to put her bottom up so they will spank her," said Chu.

Well, he DID ask his readers to reveal their most unusual, unique, special, favorite or interesting real life spanking stories and experiences. And he didn't get very many responses, which surprised and disappointed me. So please think about going by his place and sharing your stories! I KNOW there are plenty of spanking good stories to be told out here!

Anyway, I mentioned this spanking good tale of outdoor sex and spanking and angst in my comments to Davey's post. But I found the post again while searching for another post, for Drew, in particular, who asked specifically about my spanking experiences with "natural" objects, as in, toys "in the raw" from nature. By the way, Drew, I STILL haven't found that one, particularly elusive post, but I WILL re-post it as soon as I find it!

It strikes me now just how often one person's thoughts or curiosities or questions leads me wandering back through my archives from times past, looking for particular posts or thoughts or feelings or instances. What I find even more amazing is how different, distinct and yet still entirely relevant each and every thought in every post still is to my life and to our life together here at Casa d'Amore.

I'm realizing that for a wide variety of reasons, I've withdrawn deeply into myself once again, into an all too familiar place of safety and security and darkness. It IS safe and secure, but it is also cold and lonely, though completely self-imposed. Maybe my wanderings through some of my older archives will lead me back onto the path of openness and vulnerability and connection on much deeper levels with my dear Dante.

I know from many prior trips down this road that the journey and all the work that it entails is mine to do and mine alone. But I also know how very worthwhile an endeavor it is... because I've seen and felt and experienced the wonder of it all before.

I've also learned that actions are the only true tests of our words and that spoken promises are useless until they come to fruition. I so often find myself "blaming" Dante for my own insecurities or emotions, but I KNOW full well that HE is not responsible in any way, shape or form for MY feelings or actions. He never has been, never will be! So I'm trying to find my own way back, but it is a journey that I must walk alone. I sure do have great motivation for regaining that sense of intense intimacy!

Anyway, I know that a lot of you won't bother to follow the links to my spanking good stories from the past, so here's PART of one of them, re-posted just for your viewing pleasure. Sorry but you'll have to follow this link to read the rest of the story!

Dante and I were home alone for a few hours last night, and we had talked about maybe playing a little, but I was totally unprepared for what actually transpired as the evening unfolded.

We both spent several hours working very hard outside yesterday afternoon and it was already dark when we came in and showered. As I settled onto the couch to watch a little TV, he told me not to get too comfortable…

OK, that was my first hint that something was up. Still, I managed to relax and unwind a little before heading back to the bathroom to pee. But when I heard noises outside the bathroom door, I got a little nervous. (The bathroom is in our master bedroom).

From the other side of the door, I heard Dante mutter something about, “Wow, had to pee already?”… funny, funny man. He knows that I inevitably have to pee just before a spanking, sometimes more than once, and that confirmed what he had in mind.

In fact, apparently he’d come in the bedroom to “pick a few toys.” Hmmm… as he rummaged through the toy box (we’ve now put ALL our toys into one of those big latching trunks that you often see in children’s rooms or at the foot of a bed). It’s stored in our closet and is safer with the little guy nosing around, and also more convenient to have them all in one handy place, though as Dante discovered last night, it DOES make it more difficult to FIND particular toys. Needless to say, the floor of our closet was rapidly littered with paddles, whips, vibrators and handcuffs, lol. I propped up some pillows on the bed and lay back to watch.

But again he told me not to get too comfortable… we were going outside.

Uh… OK, been there done that, and at least it was a warm night AND our front streetlight was burned out so it’s darker than usual. He told me to dress in a shirt that would cover me to mid-thighs, socks, shoes and to give him a pair of loose-fitting boxers that he could shove in his pocket in case of emergency.

Hmmm… well, OK, like I said, been there, done that, so I went to the closet and picked out my “longest” t-shirt, which only skimmed the tops of my thighs. He had me lift my arms over my head and well, let’s just say that this little pussy was showing a little too much for his approval. I asked if maybe I should just wear one of his shirts (he’s considerably taller than me, so his t-shirts are not only baggy but much longer on me).

He agreed because, as he then announced, “We’re going out to the street.”

Huh? Wait a minute… maybe I heard wrong… but no, I heard correctly, as I would soon see. But first, one of those two previously mentioned "rare events"… he held out the rubber whip, bent himself over a chair in the living room and dropped his shorts. I’m sure you guys all know how big my grin was at this point.

Today I'm very proud to bring you a new interview with a very "old" (not age, nitwits, blogger experience!) blogger... Padme from Journey to the Darkside. (No, that isn't her, or her Master Anakin, in the picture above)! I've had the distinct pleasure of getting to know Padme quite well, and as such, I wanted to ask very atypical questions to elicit entirely different responses than you may be accustomed to reading on her blog(s).

You as the readers can of course decide for yourselves if I've succeeded in showing another, more emotionally intimate side of the sexy, naughty, provocative Padme you've come to "know" in cyberia. Be sure to stop by Anakin and Padme's blogs and let her know what you thought of the interview! She'll be very grateful! By the way, the delightful picture of Padme's bottom (below) was "borrowed" directly from their blog... sincerely hope you don't mind, Padme and Anakin!

Oh, and I happen to know that she'd love to make this into a two-part interview, with lots more questions coming from all of you, so please send any additional questions for Padme (or Anakin) to me at liltggrgmail.com (don't leave them in the comments area cause I prefer to catch both my readers and interviewees off guard)!

Wanna be interviewed yourself? Know someone who would like to be interviewed? Have someone in mind whom you would like to read more about? Let me know!

Tiggs Talks with Padme

What is it about poly that you find most appealing?

I like that I can play with other people in my marriage and be able to live out some of my fantasies. I would have to say that the thing I find most appealing is that I am able to play with and be with women. I'm bisexual and have some very strong urges sometimes with women and am glad to have the opportunity to play with and be with them.

Which one of you introduced the idea of poly into your relationship?

I introduced poly into our relationship. I knew a friend who had a poly marriage and was seeing a Dom that lived near me. She mentioned that he would be interested in mentoring me as I was a newbie to the lifestyle. I went to Master Anakin and sat him down and we talked about having an open marriage. That was in June 1997. We are still poly and have had lots of different people in our relationship through the years and experiences.

How has jealousy played into your poly lifestyle over the years?

I only remember one time that I was jealous about Master Anakin being with another women and that was years ago and before we got married and I became his TPE slave. I tend to get very turned on when I see Master Anakin playing with or being with other women. I have no reasons to be jealous because I feel very secure in my marriage and relationship with Master Anakin. As far as I know, Master Anakin hasn't been jealous in our poly relationship. He's shared my with other Doms and enjoyed some of the aspects with that like watching me get spanked by other men or being able to live out some of our fantasies that we both had.
Are there an spanking toys or implements that you have yet to be spanked with but want to try?

Hmmm...I can't really think of any. I have been spanked by so many different things through the years. I did put down on my bucket list that I would like to be spanked by my own belt. I've got one that is leather and wanted to try one day.

What do you prefer the most for a spanking... his hand, a paddle, leather, whippy, or what?

Leather! I've got a belt fetish and LOVE to be spanked by his belt. I love all kinds of leather from the leather paddle to leather razor strop.

How do restraints and being restrained make you feel? Why?

I love to be restrained and to have bondage while playing. I am able to let myself go and let go of any control and just focus on whoever I am playing with. I love how submissive I feel in bondage and while restrained.

Do you take your spankings quietly or are you loud and vocal?

I am sometimes told to be quiet during a spanking and I try my best to be. Sometimes I can get very loud though and vocal, especially if it's a hard and intense spanking.

Can you remember and describe (or link to) the worst spanking(s) you've ever received and describe the details and reasons they were the "worst"?

I've had some really hard and bad spankings through the years. The one that stands out the most for me would be when I disobeyed Master Anakin and didn't listen to him and it cost us a lot of money. Our washer was leaking and he told me to not use it and wait until his Dad could check it out. I didn't listen and thought it would be ok. The leak turned into a huge mess and there was a lot of water damage. Master Anakin had to come home from work and was very upset that I hadn't listened to him. He used his belt on me and the strokes were full force. I was crying right away and he then used the cane on me which I hate. I just remember how angry he was and disappointed and how awful I felt. I remember it as the worst because of how angry he got and how hard the strokes were and the emotions behind it all.

Are you more masochistic than your husband is sadistic? (in other words, who has more extreme fantasies and plans to act out in real life?)

Master Anakin can be very sadistic and mean. I call him my "mean old man". I can be very masochistic. I think we balance each other out and no one is more than the other. We play pretty hard and can get very extreme sometimes. How has living poly changed your marriage and life in general?

I think it's made my life a lot more interesting than it would have if we had been monogamous. We've lived out some fantasies and had some very wild times. I think it's made my marriage very challenging through some of the poly. It's hard to keep other relationships going as well as your prime one. Being poly is not easy and takes a lot of work and communication. I think it's tested my marriage at times when I've gone through a broken heart or been hurt from someone or seen my Master hurt. But it's also enhanced our need for communication and we've had a lot of really good open talks through the years.

I am glad to have had the experiences that I have from having a poly marriage. I don't have any regrets.
How has living 24/7 DD M/s differed from a vanilla marriage?

It's much different living a 24/7 DD M/s relationship than it was in my vanilla marriage which I had for my first one. I am not able to work but was able to in my first marriage. I wore the pants and was able to make decisions back then. I was also in control of my life and decisions. Now I am having to ask permission for things and have my decisions made for me. It took me a long time to get used to. We didn't become TPE until we got married and had been together for many years.
When you are feeling less naturally submissive or more rebellious, does that heighten or lessen your husband's dominant streak?

It heightens it. He gets very dominant when I am not as submissive or acting sassy and bratty. He will start to get very Dominant with me and give me "the look" or get into his sharp stern mood and I "usually" get into line. Sometimes though I tend to push it and then a DD spanking occurs.
Do you need spanking as a part of your marriage? (What if you, or he, "couldn't" do it anymore, for whatever reason?)

Spanking is a huge part of our marriage. I'm not sure what would happen if we were not able to do it anymore. I think Master Anakin would have to be very sick or not have his hand to not be able to spank me. We are both spankos and enjoy spanking and it's also important for the DD part of our marriage also. I think I would feel lost if we stopped doing the DD spankings as those hold me accountable for my actions.
As far as your bisexual side, I know you've wanted to be spanked by a woman in real life... has that happened? If so, please describe the circumstances and how you felt about it afterward...

I've been spanked by a few women and enjoyed it a lot. I got very turned on afterwords. :) The last time I was spanked was a few months ago while playing with a woman I knew. I wrote about it in a blog post. Have you ever had the urge or desire to spank a woman (or a man, for that matter)?

I've spanked women before and really enjoyed it. I have no desire though to spank men. I tend to feel more submissive when it comes to men and don't like to try to Domme them. I am not sure why that side comes out with women but it doesn't with men. I enjoy giving women very sensual types of spankings with lots of touching and feeling and maybe even some playful biting. :)
What is the single best thing about having a marriage based on DD?
That it holds me accountable for my actions. If I screw up or upset Master Anakin or break the rules, he is able to punish me. He doesn't hold in his anger and he punishes me and then it's behind us. We don't bring up mistakes made in the past like some couples do. I get punished and then it's over and I've paid the price and can move forward.

Is there something that you would love to do, or try, that would NOT be allowed by your husband? (That you could do if you didn't have the M/s aspect of your relationship)... if so, and you're willing to share, what is it?

Hmmm...I can't think of anything. My husband has allowed many things and is usually pretty open to suggestions.

Dante came into the bedroom last night and gave me THE LOOK... guess he's feeling a little better. He was carrying a truly demonic-looking spanking weapon in his hands, playfully swatting his palm with it to test the sensations. YIKES!

Fortunately for me, the little guy was very much awake and craving his Daddy's attention, so he didn't have time to test it out on my behind, but I think I'm in trouble!

I hope all our friends here in the USA are having a marvelously long and enjoyable Labor Day weekend. Thanks to all who stopped by Dante's place this weekend for his online birthday bash. He's given me permission to reveal details of the gift (from the LG) that left him speechless (and for anyone who has ever met him, they will instantly appreciate the magnitude of that feat)!

The LG desperately wanted to get an autograph from one of Dante's biggest childhood baseball heroes. He sent out tons of emails, letters, etc. all to no avail, but there was one in particular that he wanted more than anyone else. Well, I decided to help the little guy out (since it was his idea in the first place and he put so much time, effort and energy into it), so I sat down and wrote a very long email describing why we were requesting this autograph and why it was so important to the little guy and also to Dante.

After all the disappointment we'd endured thus far, I figured it was a lost cause. But in the end, we managed to get more than we'd ever hoped for: a signed (and personalized, with Dante and the LG's real names) 8 x 10 portrait of a professional baseball Hall of Famer from the past. He's one of Dante's absolute idols, and he's getting up there in years and doesn't sign nearly so many autographs these days.

I jumped through a bunch of hoops in hopes of this coming to reality, and didn't even tell the LG about it until the package came in the mail. Actually, even I didn't know the package was coming... it just showed up at our door. I was blown away by his generosity and the personal touch of such a real-life hero. I was even more blown away to see the LG's face when he opened the package, and then to see Dante's face when he opened his gift.

I honestly don't recall the exact words, but I seem to recall Dante weakly uttering something like, "No f***ing way!" He also said that it might just be the very best present he's ever received! I think we hit a home run with this idea! I'm not sure why, but I really don't feel that it's appropriate (or my place) to post the name of the baseball player, but I WILL say that Spanky will appreciate the true value of Dante's gift, cause he once had one of his baseball cards.

I'm sure lots of folks are not online as much these few days, visiting relatives or friends, going to the beach, barbecuing or otherwise enjoying their real lives. Therefore, I'm going to wait a day to post my interview with Padme.

But, I will give you guys a bit of a twist on that posting to tide you over until tomorrow... here's the link to Padme's interview of ME, from late 2006. Oh, my gosh, was it funny to re-read that interview now! It's only been 3 years, but it feels like light years in so many respects. So much has changed for me, for us, for me and Dante, both in real life and in the world of spanko blogging.

Anyway, take a trip back in time by visiting (or re-reading) Padme's interview. Then think of any NEW QUESTIONS you'd like to ask me, and send them to liltggr@gmail.com or simply put them into the comments here. If I get enough questions, I can start to work on a new Tiggr Talk post, where I answer questions and offer a tad more insight into what really makes me tick.

Be sure to come back tomorrow for my new interview with Padme! Enjoy the rest of your spanking good weekend, if you have today off. If not, then just enjoy a spanking good day (or night)! Ta ta for now (TTFN)!

Spanking stories never get old and they are never, ever outdated! This one about Boris Yeltsin flogging the Finnish head of state in a sauna is no exception! Talk about a turn on! He even used an authentic Russian birch, no less! On an undoubtedly wet bottom! Ouch and ooo-la-la, all at the same time! Though the accompanying picture(s) have long since been removed, I can see them clear as day in my mind. Makes me think back with fondness to being sent to gather switches or branches or boughs for my own erotic beatings!

I'm TRYING with all my might to find one specific post about just such a real life spanking of mine, but thus far, it's eluding me. It was written long before I started using labels or tags, so this has become quite the challenge. But never one to back down from a challenge, I WILL find it and re-post it for you in coming days.

Spanking good time in sauna

Monday, 14 July 1997

Boris Yeltsin, the Russian President, flogged the Finnish head of state in the sauna yesterday. "I used a Russian birch switch to spank the president very well," Mr. Yeltsin told reporters, demonstrating his technique with his right hand. Martti Ahtisaari, the Finnish President, chuckled in response, and shook Mr. Yeltsin's hand warmly. Russian bathhouses combine elements of Finnish saunas and Turkish steam baths, and bathers beat each other with birch boughs. Mr. Yeltsin, pictured with Mr. Ahtissari, is on holiday at the government resort of Shuiskaya Chupa in Karelia, north of St Petersburg. The region borders on Finland.

AP - Shuiskaya Chupa, Russia

As for tomorrow, be sure to tune in for my newest Talk with Tiggs interview... I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by some of the revealing answers from Padme. As most of you know, she's a long-time spanko blogger who lives a real life 24/7 M/s relationship and has been involved in poly play for many years. As you'll see, prolific as she is on Journey to the Darkside, she still has lots of titillating stories locked away for a rainy day.

Dante's cheeks are indeed blushing at this very moment... or at least they will be as soon as he sees the topic of this post in his sidebar. Why? Well, because today is his birthday, and I know from experience that he really and truly doesn't like a big fuss made over him. So why am I bringing it up? Well, since when do I ever do exactly what he wants?

I wouldn't be the wild and crazy redheaded whirling dirvish that he adores if I did everything the way he wanted and listened to every word he said and took it all to heart!

I DO love him with all my heart, all my soul, and all my strength! And if just one of my wishes could be granted on this most delightful of days, it would be for the opportunity to give him a birthday spanking to remember!
But I am a realist, and I really don't see that happening. If there is a birthday spanking to be given in honor of his special day, I can almost guarantee that he will be doing the giving and I will be receiving the "getting." And the nicest thing about being a switch is that works out just about as well and tickles me just as much! It's a win-win situation for both of us!

Anyway, PLEASE go by my dear Dante's site and wish him the happiest of days, however he decides to spend it! And then secretly and quietly wish for a spanking good time here at Casa d'Amore!

Dante doesn't know it yet, well, OK, he probably does by NOW, but I'm hosting a virtual cyber spanking good birthday party over at his place, all day today, all in his honor. Feel free to bring cake or ice cream (he LOVES ice cream) or cheesecake or frozen pineapple slushes or lasagna... yep, he's Garfield in disguise... or anything else that your little heart desires. Remember that we're veggie folks (so no meat for us), but you're of course free to bring whatever you want!

Also, don't forget your toys because we'll undoubtedly be having a spanking good time in his honor! It's all in good fun and "cheating" free, so bring your paddles and belts, whips and floggers, hands and bottoms. Just drop your drawers or bend yourself over someone's knee or hop into one of the two lines forming for Dante's attention... either the line forming to get spanked by him or the other line waiting to spank him (in honor of his birthday, of course)!

The birthday boy will undoubtedly pop in once or twice (at least) to see how everyone is getting along. But we WILL be busy in real life today, so please don't let his absence (or presence) interfere with your own spanking good party! See ya there!

By the way, I'll bet that NO ONE guesses what the LG got Dante for his birthday... he, he, he... surprises are SO much fun!

No, the short and sweet reference is not directed toward the topic of yesterday's post! It's Flash Fiction Friday and this was MY week to come up with an intriguing challenge for everyone. Well, here's my poetic take, complete with a visual reminder. It will take me a few days to read everyone else's interpretations, but PLEASE be sure to email Spanky if you are participating... that will make it much easier for everyone (including me) to find your FFF!

Standing on the brink,
my senses spill over.
Time ceases to exist;
I barely flinch
as the blindfold slides
sensuously over my eyes.

Light and dark become
one.
My soul flies
free
beneath the roar
of falling water,
the soft caress
of a thousand gentle breezes
on my bare skin.

Goosebumps dot my flesh,
responding to the chill
of icy water
and
delicious anticipation
of my lover's touch.

My mind reels
with a thousand questions,
yet I crave no answers.

I am completely fulfilled!

Links to others who are playing FFF along with us this week:

Spanky (humble creator of FFF)
The Panserbjørne
Ronnie
Selkie
Luna Mauvaise
Pammie
FunKayLyn
Mina
Poppy

Note: If you don't see yourself mentioned here but you have played along this week, please drop me an email and I'll add you as soon as I can!

I found the most hilarious spanking good cheating story online this morning. The whole story is great, albeit far too short, but one line in particular made me spew my coffee all over the computer monitor and my entire desk, "Since his penis was so small, I don't consider I have cheated on my husband."

For those who want to read the rest of the story, here it is, complete with original link. And yes, it really is a spanking good, real life story (but NOT mine)! It's taken from Netscape's Love and Personals, from a specific category called Wild Love Confessions, and you'll very quickly see why this one definitely fits the bill.

Spanking Good Time

I am a thirty-three-year-old married woman. I travel frequently on business. On one trip, I had dinner with a doctor client. He was very good looking, witty, and attractive. We drank some wine at dinner. So, when he invited me back to his place, I accepted. He served me wine and sat next to me on a sofa. Before long, he moved close. He put his one arm around my shoulders and the other on my leg. Soon, he was stroking my thigh below the hem of my dress. Then he kissed me. He told me that he had wanted me since he met me. He also said he liked my butt and wanted to give me a spanking. Much to my surprise, I said yes. So, he pulled me onto his lap, pulled up my dress, pulled down my panties, and spanked my bare bottom with his hand. He only spanked hard enough to make a good smacking noise on my bottom. One thing led to another, and pretty soon we were having sex. I had at least three orgasms. The funny thing is, he had the smallest penis. It was only about three inches, but he really knew how to use it. Since his penis was so small, I don't consider I have cheated on my husband. I can't wait until my next business trip to this guy's town so I can get spanked again. -Delores, 33

So how about this woman's logic... does size determine whether or not it is really cheating? If so, how many guys would "add up" to one "cheat"? Would they have to add up to the size of your spouse, or add up to more than the size of your spouse or what? Inquiring minds want to know what you really think...

On a much more serious note, my friend Padme has written today of some quite disastrous health issues that have afflicted her Master Anakin. She is still reeling from the loss of her Dad and REALLY needs all of our support right now... please go by and take the time to leave a comment, even though no comments will be posted until she is able to get back online once again, I can assure you that they will mean a great deal to her and her husband!

Oh, and by the way, tomorrow is Flash Fiction Friday #2, so if you haven't yet read the challenge (or written anything for it)... here's the link again. Be sure to send Spanky an email to let him know that you're participating! I'm really eager to see what everyone comes up with!

I had a few moments to myself this morning, so I thought I'd search Google news for recent stories about spanking... and boy, did I hit the jackpot with this naughty little tidbit, copied from the Jamaican Observer! Love games have never sounded so appealing!

Love Games

A little playtime never hurt anyone, especially when it's followed by sheer pleasure afterward. Here are some games to try to ensure that you up the feel-good factor in bed tonight.

1. Leading the blind.
This little game involves a willing man and your scarf. Tell him that he'll have to give up sight and make use of his four other senses as you proceed to ravish him.

Tie your scarf around his eyes and then proceed to tease him using things that will require him to use his other senses. For example, play hide and seek and make him hunt for objects - like grapes or strawberries using only his sense of smell, touch, taste or hearing as you direct him.

2. Make him your prisoner
For this you need either handcuffs or just neckties will do. Tie his hands and feet to the bedposts and have your way with him.
It will be extremely erotic to have him totally helpless, especially if he has been a bad boy lately.

3. Beat your bad boy.
If he has been bad, a little spanking will make you feel loads better than an apology will. Make a list of all the things he has done wrong, and tell him that he'll get spanks for his bad deeds. Let him choose the spot where he wants to be hit. Believe us, spanking feels good - whether you use your hands or a hairbrush and he will want to repent for his bad deeds by honouring your wishes.

** I found it fascinating that he could "choose" the spot where he "wants" to be hit... hmmm... I REALLY do like this writer, LOL!

Or maybe I should have called this post, "How to Awaken My Inner Domme." Either way, the answers are exactly the same... wake me up before even the first hints of light are peering through the windows, get so impatient for me to rise that you whine with increasing intensity, insistence and volume and then spend the next couple of hours racing all through the house like a bolt of lightning trapped in a bottle.

Sadly, in this case, I can't do a damn thing about it and a spanking simply won't work. It's not even a consideration, since the naughty "culprit" isn't Dante. It's not even the LG, not that I'd ever spank him anyway, for any reason, especially since he's nearly as tall and weighs nearly as much as me, lol.

It's the dog... and I would never hit her, either, no matter what.

But she is truly being the devil child from hell this morning. She's mercilessly chasing the cats, barking at the neighbor dogs running loose outside, whining to go out and then whining even louder to come right back in to chase another cat or bark some more.

At this point, my biggest fear is that she will wake the entire neighborhood before 8:30 a.m. and worst of all, that she is keeping Dante awake, since he only went to bed moments before she got me up. Argh!

Anyway, I am working on several real life projects this week, so I won't be around much to comment or even read blogs, but I do hope to at least post every day or two, even if I do it by re-posting some older posts or pre-dating some new, quick, easy posts. It will all be worth it in the end, I promise you, because one of the projects I'm working on is something that will interest all of you, too. But more on that when the time is right...

In the meantime, I'll turn the question of the day on all of you... How do YOU earn a disciplinary spanking? What do you do when you are feeling particularly naughty, or out of sorts, or in need of a bit of bottom roasting or butt-busting or cheek tanning? Have you found any particular strategies that work well or any that have backfired completely?