Potpourri: Snowfall Edition

This is one of those times when I have several ideas, but none seem to merit a full post. The solution is Potpourri. Call it amalgam or gumbo if you prefer, but it’s a bunch of short thoughts that live here together in a marriage of convenience.

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Sunrise Moonglow

I’ve talked about Randy’s dastardly little wooden stool in the corner. It’s where he likes to see my bottom uncomfortably perched after he is finished toasting it. His latest bit of fun involves having me sit facing the corner and then lean forward. The point of this exercise is to expose the upper portion of my freshly reddened and very sore cheeks so he can take pictures. He calls this shot Sunrise Moonglow. I call it #@%&!

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A Taxonomy of Spanking Sounds

Have you noticed how various combinations of spanking implements and bottom coverings yield different sounds at impact? We at MBS Labs have conducted extensive research on this essential topic. Here are our findings:

Research Notes:

        The jeans were a snug pair of soft, well-worn Wranglers with a thong underneath
        The skirt was a loose-fitting lined winter wool style with a thong underneath
        The panties were Jockey French Cut cotton
        The bare skin was mine
        The hairbrush was solid wood with an oval shaped head
        The cane was our long rattan punishment model
        The wood paddle was a thick hardwood rounded OTK style
        The leather paddle was a semi-rigid OTK style
        The strap was long, firm, and fairly wide leather
        All testing was performed with the testee bent over the back of a couch
        Approximately 3-5 strokes/swats were administered for each combination
        The chief tester (Randy) wrote down what he heard during each round
        By prior agreement, sounds made by the testee were not analyzed

Hooray for spankings for science! (as I rub my well used test area)

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That Birthday Present

A reader reminded me that I teased you last fall about a special birthday present that Randy bought for me. I hinted that it was somewhat spanking-related, at least in our twisted minds, but not an implement. Now, months later, I can reveal that it was a lime green thong-style swimsuit with triangle tops. It was something he found online and had to buy. He dreamed of having me wear it while getting a hard spanking. Well, that dream came true and he captured lots of video and photos of the occasion.

It's a well constructed suit and it had to have been expensive. I’m not sure I would have worn it outside the house forty years ago, but it certainly isn’t happening now. But I’ll let him hold onto that dream.

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Speaking of Stuff Randy Ordered

Why is it that any spanking implement, or really anything vaguely pervertible, that comes into our house through whatever means must be immediately tested on my butt? One might think having implements in every room should be sufficient. But no.

Randy loves the kitchen stores. Need I say more? When we go in person, he delights in sending me up to the checkout counter with a handful of new bottom beaters. As with the tack stores, I think the clerks totally know. This time, though, Randy used the internet. Our new package contained something called a spoonula. I think that sounds like a vampire baker. But it’s actually a kitchen tool designed for punishment spankings scraping food.

His package was delivered around 3pm. I was right where I was supposed to be, working in my little home office. After opening the box, Randy came over and waved his newest acquisition. It’s plastic. It’s kind of long and looks heavy. It’s red, as though its purpose isn’t already apparent.

Randy indicated that I should take a break. “OK,” I said, “But I have a meeting at 3:30.” He told me that what he had in mind shouldn’t take long. I passed up the opportunity to inform him that time passes more slowly when someone is hitting your bottom with a new plastic stick thing.

So over the back of the couch I tumbled and over my back my skirt flew. My healthy respect for kitchen tools was only enhanced by this impactful introduction.

I made it to my virtual meeting on time (and even fixed my makeup), but not without a high level of residual posterior soreness (RPS). I was wondering whether Dracuspoon might break, but it seems to be pretty tough. This was probably not the last time the new toy will interfere with my sitting.

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Another Reader Question

MBS readers are nothing if not inquisitive. Anthony asked whether my first adult spanking changed me forever. My answer is no. My first adult spanking happened before I was an adult. As a teen, I was that girl who was totally obsessed with the idea of being spanked. I cajoled a high school boyfriend to spank me and he didn’t have any concept of what to do or why I might want that. The experience didn’t approach my fantasies and I was disappointed. Had Anthony asked about my first spanking with Randy, my answer would be different.

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Unexpected Renaissance

Every few years, Randy and I drive up to Mount St. Helens. It’s been more than forty years since the massive eruption. Some areas remain devastated. But in other spots, life has returned to a surprising degree.

So it is with Tumblr. Yes, really. For a long time, I wouldn’t link any blog hosted there. Then slowly, quietly, spanko blogs started to pop up. A lot of blogs are still inaccessible, but there are some that are alive and open for business. I might well get burned again by linking blogs that disappear, but I’m pleased to see these small, emerging signs of life.

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Reflecting on 2000

I mentioned in my last post that MBS finally reached the 2000 post milestone. Other blogs have more (I salute you), but this seems meaningful to me. Thanks to all of you who helped celebrate and especially those who helped us get here.

Such occasions make me feel nostalgic. I am reminded of the blog’s tagline in the early days.

The message back then was “Spankings Happen.” I wanted readers to know that consensual adult spankings are something that real people do. It’s OK. You like it and I like it too. Why not explore your deepest fantasies with someone you love?

We’ve talked about a lot of different topics over the years, but this one still feels relevant.

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I guess that’s about it until next time. Stay warm and be safe, my friends.

Autumn Popourri

I know I've been away. I am teaching an online class and that endeavor consumes a lot of my non-work time. But I'm here now, at least for a bit.

Here's what on my mind this weekend:

1. A reader named Ted asked me whether frequent spankings are the reason why I have a large bottom. The answer is a definitive no. I've had a big butt since puberty, long before I got the opportunity to explore my spanko aspirations. What's more, several other female family members share this trait. I can safely conclude it's hereditary.


2. Some of you asked about the special birthday present that I mentioned in my previous post. We still haven't fully tested it yet, but I can tell you that it's NOT a spanking implement. I should also mention that it wasn't Randy's only gift. He also gave me a fun gift certificate that I am saving until COVID recedes.


3. A longtime reader brought to my attention that college football teams in Oklahoma have cheerleaders who carry paddles. I was skeptical until I confirmed this is true. When I see big paddles like that, my immediate thought is that someone is getting their butt swatted. What other purpose could there be? Does anyone know the story? Specifically, who gets paddled and why?

4. Have you discovered any new spanking blogs lately? If so, I would love to add them to our community blogroll. You can reply to this message or send me an email by clicking on Ask Bonnie at the bottom of this page.


5. Our friend Susan asked whether I think it's safe to buy spanking implements and sex toys over the internet. Well, is it safe to buy anything on the internet? The answer to the second question is probably the answer to the first. There are risks everywhere. What matters is how we manage them. I feel confident when I deal with established vendors that have good reputations earned over a number of years.


6. A friend asked about moving from leather implements to a wooden paddle. Here is my response:
   
   

   The level of pain experienced by a spankee depends upon a number of factors. These include the composition and design of the implement, the force with which it's applied, the number and location of swats delivered, and the spankee's position. In this context, a spanking with a wooden paddle doesn't necessarily have to be more severe. All things being equal, a leather paddle of the same size is probably less intense, but all things are never equal. We own numerous wooden paddles and all them have been used on me. When we started out years ago, it was our go-to implement. In that pre-internet era, we didn't know about all of the alternatives. A thin, light wooden paddle can sting like leather. A small, heavier wooden paddle makes my bottom feel like it's burning. Those big frat-style paddles just ache, now and later. I suggest gradually working your way up if you are interested in trying those big ones. They may be too harsh for a spankee who is not as well upholstered back there as I am. In any case, it's essential for spanker and spankee to communicate continuously, especially when exploring new experiences.

That's enough for now. Happy autumn!

Marching Forward

Hello again my friends. I hope a few of you are still out there despite my random and infrequent posting.

Randy sent me this logo of the St. Bonaventure Bonnies. Apparently, they are a college basketball team in the East. They were playing for the chance to go to the championship tournament, but alas, the Bonnies got spanked. I don't read a lot of sports articles, but as a journalist, I *love* when sportswriters and broadcasters talk about a defeated team being spanked. In my mind, the players are OTK and there are wooden hairbrushes involved. And when the team has my name, that's just extra wonderful.

Well this Bonnie is still experiencing traditional corporal punishment fairly regularly as well (twice this weekend so far, in fact, and it's not even over yet!). Here's a snippet from yesterday's azotaina fandango:

R: Lift that skirt and get over my lap.

B: Why?

R: Because I'm going to spank you now.

B: How come?

R: Because you're a naughty girl.

B: How am I naughty?

R: Every day you dream of being spanked.

B: I'll get the paddle.

I drop into Fetlife occasionally and that's a strange little world. There are a lot of male spankers in our town who don't bother to read profiles. When I say that I play only with my husband, it means that I am not interested in going over to your place for a "hot" spanking. Besides, I have a kid who is older than some of you. And no, I seriously doubt that was me you saw at the grocery store when you thought recognized my butt. Now I recall why I don't spend much time on FL.

Moving on, I should tell you about a spanko art project that Randy and I worked on a few weeks ago. After the success of his video experiments, he wanted to try something different. This was another collaborative effort. He was the primary artist and my role was, well, you'll see.

One Friday evening, in preparation for our weekly fun, Randy handed me a new pair of white leggings and he asked me to put them on over a plain white thong. It was spanking night so I was game for almost anything. The leggings were a bit small and fit snugly. Probably not a coincidence, I thought.

When I was dressed, Randy revealed his plan as we walked downstairs to our (cold) basement/playroom. This was going to be spanko art and the seat of my new white leggings would be the canvas. As I took my place atop our spanking bench, Randy retrieved a small plastic bucket which contained what I learned was crushed blue sidewalk chalk. At age twelve, our sweet granddaughter has moved on to other interests so he thought it would be OK to re-purpose some of her chalk. His paintbrush was a leather riding crop.

He told me that I would have to be strapped to the bench to ensure that I wouldn't move and blur the picture. I laughed at this preposterous concept, but willingly placed my wrists and ankles into the velcro restraint cuffs.

I heard him rattle the crop head around in the bucket to gather chalk dust. A moment later, I simultaneously heard a snap and felt the accompanying burn as my bottom became his canvas. The thin lycra provided no real protection against the repeated assaults of the crop. Every few blows, my love took photos to memorialize his creative process. Then he swirled the crop in the chalk to begin the cycle again. At one point, he stopped to admire his creation and exclaim "Ah, c'est magnifique!" Then the great French artist went back to his masterpiece.

In the end, the spanking won out over the art. The chalk dust didn't stay where he put it for long, especially as succeeding blows rained down. By the time he finished, the blue dust was pretty much everywhere. Eventually, he abandoned the artwork and peeled down his canvas to expose a fresh red one. He then painted my bare skin in similar fashion, halting only to capture snapshots of his blue and crimson creation.

When he finally released me, I was surprised by how far the dust had traveled. The front of Randy's clothes was covered. So were the floor and the bench to say nothing of my hind quarters. A drop cloth might have helped. So might a can of that chalk fixative. Better still, Randy mused, this might be more of an outdoor sort of activity. Hoo boy...

He talked briefly about framing the leggings, But it wouldn't have been an effective way to chronicle the story. It looks like someone sat in something blue.

Fortunately, the evening wasn't a total loss. We cleaned up by sharing a shower. There was a lot of blue dust to remove and he did so in the best way.

I've been trying to keep the blogroll up to date as time allows, but it's a never ending task. If you know of a good spanking blog that is not listed, please leave me a comment or shoot me an e-mail. I love to share new blogs!

I hope you all enjoy a great weekend!

Liebster and Mixed Nuts

Hey, everybody. We're on the downhill slide to that holiday where we relax by trying to do too much. Every year, we swear never again, but here we go anyway...

Dana tagged me with the Liebster Award. Thank you, Dana! I will cooperate as best I can.

I'm supposed to share eleven facts about me. At this point, I have no more secrets that I haven't already revealed (which makes them pretty lousy as secrets go). So we are reduced to Bonnie trivia.

1. I once worked as a lifeguard
2. I like to garden, but don't get time to do it well
3. I was on the school newspaper staff in high school and college
4. I have performed on stage
5. I also worked backstage
6. I had a vanilla blog before MBS
7. I took it down mostly because I lost interest
8. I much prefer to blog about spankings
9. We saw Sir Paul McCartney in concert
10. Randy loves to watch apes at the zoo
11. A big pile of laundry is calling my name

OK, now, I'm supposed to answer Dana's questions.

1. What is your most treasured possession? - My wedding band because of all it symbolizes
2. What is on your bucket list? - Lots of things, but to name one, I would like to visit Yellowstone
3. What historical figure would you like to meet? - Mark Twain
4. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - I'd go back to having just one chin
5. What is your favorite movie? - Casablanca
6. If you were shipwrecked, what three people from blogland would you like to be there with you? - The ones who know how to fix a boat
7. What person from blogland would you most like to meet? - Pretty much all of them
8. How many pets do you have? - Two
9. What is your greatest fear? - Being old and sick and alone
10. If you could go back in time and change one event in your life, what would it be? - I would teach a certain ex-boyfriend the concept of "No Means No"
11. What is your favorite color? - OK, here's a surprise... It's red

Now, I'm supposed to tag eleven more bloggers. I thought about tagging eleven owners of dormant or dead blogs in hopes of coaxing one of them to return. But that seems a little too self-serving.

Let's try this instead. If there is anyone out there who has a blog and feels worthy of a Liebster (whatever that means), please consider yourself officially invited to participate by me. Here are your questions:

1. What's the most foolish thing you've ever bought?
2. What is your favorite body of water?
3. After a spanking, lotion or no lotion?
4. Would you skinny dip if you could be sure that no one would see?
5. What was the first name of your first crush?
6. What is your favorite flower?
7. What is the best reason to have children?
8. Do you snore?
9. What is your favorite smell?
10. Are you attracted to people in uniform?
11. Do you prefer mountains, beach, forest, desert, grasslands, or city?

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In other news, I have a question for you. Many readers noticed the problem we were having where giant photos from Tumblr were finding their way into my blogroll. I can assure you that this was not my doing. It appears to be a new "feature" of Blogger.

I addressed the problem by turning off the snippet feature where a few few lines from each post appear beneath the post title. Many more readers have noticed this change. They miss the snippets and so do I. So, the question is which is worse? Having no snippets or occasionally seeing a part of someone's anatomy that we have traditionally not featured on this blog? I don't like either option, but I really want to hear what you think.

Update: The snippets are back, at least for now.

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Last and least, it is not advisable to compare the gentlemen of the house to the poultry commonly roasted at Thanksgiving. Doing so may cause the chef to become overcooked.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Potpourri

Happy midweek, everybody!

I want to begin by thanking everyone who stopped to offer congratulations on MBS's nine millionth hit. It's a staggering number to me too. I am pleased that readers find this blog helpful and encouraging. The content and purpose have evolved over the years, but my vision of consensual spanking as a positive, shared experience remains unchanged.

It's been a very busy spring around here. Lots of events, good, bad, and time consuming, pop up like weeds on our calendars. Real life keeps interfering with my blogging! I'd like to hope that summer heat will bring with it a slower pace, but we'll see.

In terms of spanking, we've had some ups and downs (often involving Randy's hand). Right now, I'm in one of those mindsets where the more I get, the more I want. There is a remedy, but we haven't achieved that yet...

I posted a poll about advertising on blogs a while back. The results were intriguing. After the first twenty four hours, the numbers were running strongly against. Since then, pro-advertising votes increased considerably. Even so, at last count, a solid majority (66 percent) preferred not to see ads with graphic pictures.

A couple of readers wrote me to ask whether this poll was a precursor to advertising on MBS. I assured them this was not the case. I've not collected a single dime, and as long as this blog operates under my control, it will stay that way. I would never presume to tell any other blogger what content they should present, but this is my choice.

So why the hard line? Here are three reasons:

1. As a writer, I am a bit of a control freak. One of great appeals of this medium is that I can be author, editor, owner, and publisher. The content you see here is mine. It is absolutely unfiltered and just the way I want it. Were I to accept advertising, it would be at the expense of some of that autonomy. That's not an appealing bargain, at least for me.


2. Have you seen some of these ads? This blog is not about skin. Pictures of people's private parts have no place here. The issue is not that I think the human body is ugly (quite the contrary), but if readers seek porn, there are plenty of sites that do it well. MBS has a different mission.


3. The biggest single reason why I reject advertising is that I desire to retain my editorial independence. I want readers to understand that when I say I like a product, person, or blog, it's not because I've been paid. My advocacy comes from my heart.

I imagine some readers may think this stance is idealistic and naïve. So be it. I invite them to start their own blog (and I'll probably even link it!).

Speaking of links, how do you like the new placement of the blogrolls? I found myself using the chronological blogroll a lot more often than the classic huge alphabetical list. So why not push it up to the top? I like it, and if statistics tell the story, many of you do as well.

If you haven't tried the MBS blogrolls lately, I invite you to give them a whirl. With 337 links, they're comprehensive. Let MBS be your portal to the newest and most fascinating spanking bloggers. What's more, we trim those pesky dead links and abandoned blogs so you won't waste time looking for old news.

I have plenty of ideas for future posts. Hopefully in the coming weeks, most will find their way to the blog. Until then, please know that I truly appreciate your continuing support.

Bonnie

Potpourri at 1200

Hey everybody! There's been a lot going on here at the blog and I thought it might be nice to catch up.

As you've probably guessed, you're reading post #1200 on MBS. That's a dozen hundred (or a hundred dozen). In any case, it's hard to believe we've lasted so long. Thanks to all who read, and especially to those readers who comment. Every blogger loves your comments. Even if it's just one sentence, your words provide treasured acknowledgment and affirmation.

I just published an In with the New post a couple of weeks ago. Already, I've accumulated eight more new blogs to share. Either adult spanking is more popular than ever or people who spank are discovering blogging at an amazing rate. Either way, our community is teeming with excellent blogs. The only downside to this embarrassment of riches is that some promising new bloggers never manage to find a stable core readership. I'm thinking about ways to get them some positive exposure before frustration sets in.

The mailbag feature always seems to have the effect of generating more mail. That's great. Keep those e-mails coming! If I haven't answered you yet, please bear with me. I will get to it soon.

I hope you voted in our recent reader poll. I thought the results were very interesting.

• Just over 60% of voters are male. That matches both previous polls and MBS's web demographics


• More than half of all readers are either male spankers or female spankees


• Overall, spankees outnumber spankers by a considerable margin


• The proportion of male spankees and switches (35% of all respondents) is higher than I anticipated


• Conversely, the representation of female spankers (2%) is lower than I expected

A reader asked me how I keep coming up with such wonderfully bizarre phrases for Keyword Chaos. The short answer is that I don't. Someone somewhere typed those words into a search engine for reasons that shall forever remain a mystery. All we can do is laugh and point.

I've received several excellent brunch topic suggestions recently. You'll be seeing them appear in the coming weeks. I'm always open to new ideas, so if there is a (bottom) burning question that you would like to see our brunch bunch answer, please send it to me.

I've been trying to audio record more of our spankings lately. Hopefully, we will capture something worth sharing.

I'm glad everyone liked the Simon and Garfunkel song parody. I find myself a bit conflicted when taking on a song of that magnitude. In one way, it's so historically meaningful that changing it, even in the name of fun, feels like painting over a masterpiece. On the other hand, if one parodies a song that is not well known, the result will surely be a head-scratcher.

The song itself was a challenge. Paul Simon's folk roots are clearly apparent in the lyrics. He was (and is) much more concerned with message than meter. The same line in different verses could have three beats, four beats, or even five beats. I preserved all of those quirks. I also retained a few of the original words where I could. I wouldn't presume to rhyme forming with warning, but he did and I kept it.

On a sad note, we bid farewell last week to our friend and colleague, Alex Birch. I didn't know him as well as some bloggers did, but we did have the opportunity to exchange e-mails a few times. Bon voyage and fare thee well, old friend.

It's interesting to note that my recent upsurge in blogging activity has been accompanied by an increase in spanking at our house. Coincidence? I doubt it. Anyhow, I have some more fun features in the queue including a return of an old favorite. Thanks again and please stay tuned...

Potpourri III

I have so much to share that I'll be lucky if I remember it all. A number of readers asked about my birthday celebration. I did get spanked, make that well spanked, but it didn't happen on my actual birthday. This wasn't Randy's most outlandish staging ever, but it was mind-blowing and original. I've started recording the tale, so there's a good chance I'll get around to finishing.

I'm disastrously behind on answering e-mail (again). If I owe you a message, I will get to it. Sorry about that.

We're planning something big for Tuesday. I don't want to say too much just yet, but please be sure to stop by if you can.

If you're a spanking blogger and you haven't received an e-mail from me very recently, please send me a note. I'd like to tell you about a fun opportunity.

I was very pleased by the response to my request for blog ideas. It's amusing that so many people said I should do an Ask Bonnie feature. That was the top suggestion when I asked the same question two years ago, and I did it! OK, so I guess I need to solicit questions and post answers more often. If you have questions for me, send them in. I won't promise to answer every question (like the doofus who wanted to know about my preferred feminine hygiene products) and I don't have all the answers, but I will give it my best.

Fortunately for the brunch crowd and unfortunately for Ask Bonnie, the best questions often get turned into brunch topics. If they are that good, we might as well discuss the answer together.

I love the idea of highlighting a post, or even an excerpt from a post on an emerging blog. There are so many good ones now. I can't begin to read them all, but I regularly stumble across some great writing. These bloggers deserve a lot more recognition and feedback than they get. If I can help with that, it's a win for everybody.

Jane asked for a drop-down box for Ask Bonnie articles. It was easy to do. There aren't many posts there, but it should grow with time. Then I thought about whether I should add more of these drop down boxes. I could have one for humor, one for poetry, one for the mailbag, one for Keyword Chaos, and so forth. Then I remembered what a huge unmanageable mess my template has become. This could get way out of hand really quickly.

I want to thank Hermione, Muffin, and Dr. Ken for offering to help with the blog. Hermione already provides invaluable assistance. She's my sensible sounding board, helps police my unruly blogroll, and shares her considerable technical expertise. As I've said often, this blog may have my name on it, but it's a collaborative work with dozens of creative contributors.

I remarked to Randy tonight at dinner that it's ironic how after starting a blog to share my writing, I spend so much time blogging that I don't get to write. Needless to say, I didn't anticipate this outcome.

I've been nominated several times to be an honest blogger. I will follow up on those invitations, but I'm not sure how many weird facts I can reveal that haven't already been mentioned over the past four years. Yes, my weirdness has limits!

I am still working on transcribing the audio tapes we recorded. There's so much great material, I just have to share. Look for that coming soon.

We've had several quality spanko blogs silently disappear in recent days. It feels like abruptly losing touch with friends. But plenty of new blogs are sprouting up to replace them. I'll spare you the singing of "The Circle of Life," but you get the idea. Watch for another installment of In with the New in the next week or two. If you have a new spanking-oriented blog, or want to start one, or know someone who knows someone who does, I encourage you to send me the link.

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!

Potpourri II

OK, so after nearly four years of crisp, single purpose posts, I've adopted a rambling, conversational tone. Maybe it's hormones. I have no idea.

Anyhow, our vacation a couple of weeks ago was great. We had a lot of fun going to the theater, enjoying fine dining, sightseeing, and celebrating the percussive arts. Randy arranged for an end unit in our hotel, hoping for some extra privacy. Even so, the placement of our room did little to muffle all of the noise we made. My dear husband decided that he wanted to pack and wield a wooden paddle! Not only did our frequent spankings leave my poor bottom in an inflamed state, I have no doubt that the unmistakable smack of wood striking flesh traveled well beyond the confines of our suite. Fortunately, no one cared enough to complain.

Randy likes to fully utilize a new play space. That means swats over the luggage rack, intercourse on the desk, and making out under the shower-massage. His creativity keeps things lively to say the least. All of this sexy fun leaves me in a mindset where I just want more and more. That's what we call a getaway.

While we were away, I came to an interesting realization. I have had the good fortune to meet hundreds of women (and quite a few men as well) who told me that they have a lifelong interest in being spanked. Most were very eager to experience their first adult spanking. For anyone who reads this blog, that part shouldn't be particularly remarkable.

What is remarkable, though, is that I cannot recall a single case when someone came back and said, “You know, we tried it and spanking is just not for me.” I know of one D/s couple who dropped spanking because it didn't work for them, but that was never their focus. How odd is it that virtually everyone who thinks they are going to like being spanked actually does? I would think that some people might be turned off by the pain. But if that happens, it isn't often. Sure, people say, “It hurt more than I expected,” or “I wasn't quite ready for the pain.” But they always seem to regain their resolve and bend over again.

So what can we conclude from this non-scientific sample? I think that if you have a strong and long-standing spanking interest, then exploring it in real life is likely to intensify your desire. Secondly, the pain aspect is probably not as much an obstacle as it might seem. So if you're waiting and wondering about your own carefully concealed spanking interest, it might be worth your while to share it with someone who can help you live your dream.

When I was preparing the recent In with the New post, I came across a blog that made me think, but not in a good way. This blog consisted of dozens of quality spanking photographs. I recognized many of the shots and models. Several of my friends were among them. There was no attempt at attribution nor any acknowledgment that citation was expected. The photographs were filched, plain and simple.

I get the same feeling when I find someone has republished one of my articles without credit. This practice really bugs me. How hard is it to say the picture or text came from xyz blog or web site and provide a link? Most bloggers welcome an occasional reference when it's done properly. Just don't try to make money by passing off our free content as your own. Grrrr.

Speaking of blogs, MBS reached an important milestone recently. We now have 300 spanking blog links! If you haven't gone exploring lately, I encourage you to give it a try. Some of the old favorites are better than ever, many of the new ones are innovative and fun, and some good friends are posting again. Never before has our community had so much quality and diversity.

I'm always on the lookout for great new spanko blogs. Have you seen any that I haven't found yet?

In answering a reader question, I had occasion to re-examine some of my old posts. It's fun to relive those adventures. In the process, I discovered an added bonus. Many of the stories have comments that readers left long after the story was posted. I don't make a habit of rechecking my 1100+ posts after the first week or so.

I has happy to read those comments, but sad I didn't acknowledge them at the time. If you really want to comment on an old post, I won't try to dissuade you. But if you want me to read your words, you may want to comment on a current post, or send me an e-mail.

I've become fairly comfortable here in cyberspace. I can do pretty much whatever I need to do, with one exception. I have an aversion to chatting/IMing/texting. It's just not my medium of choice. As a writer and a mother, I am troubled that we've raised an entire generation who sees nothing wrong with “howRU goodMe2 b here l8r4Ur txt?” It looks like a dropout's ransom note. Even if I were to master the newspeak vernacular, my poor brain can't keep up with six conversations at once.

Against my better judgment, I sometimes let people drag me into messaging on Spankolife or MySpace. Most of the conversations are friendly exchanges of pleasantries. I like making contact with readers, even when it's in that strange world.

The other morning, before I was even fully awake, one IMer told that he thought I was a GILF. I almost spat tea on the screen! GILF? How funny is that? Perhaps I should be offended, but I wasn't. Randy had a good chuckle as well.

Our friend Pixie is promoting her Cause for Paws again this year. She and her friend, Lily Anna, are going to demonstrate their commitment by accepting spankings based upon how much money is contributed. Whether you love animals or just think Pixie looks adorable with a bright red bottom, I hope you'll support her in this worthy effort.

Here's a fun question. Do you ever wish you could take the place of someone in a spanking video, either commercial or amateur? If so, who would it be and in which scene?

When I watch a spanking video, I often identify with the spankee and imagine what she must be thinking and feeling. Here's a fun spanking I'd love to receive. The spankee is a woman named Sarah and she does an admirable job of filming her own spanking. You have to be a member of Spankolife to watch, but it's really easy to join.

That's it and I hope you get everything you deserve!