OK, this time it was Shyanne who got me.
Here goes…
Three things I like about myself: my words, my eyes, and my taste in men
Three things I don't like about myself: PMS (and everything that goes with it), the way I feel tired most of the time, and my perfectionism
Three things that scare me: snakes, asphyxiation, and war
Three of my everyday essentials: chocolate, sleep, and cappuccino
Three things I am wearing right now: oversized fuzzy cream-colored wool sweater, stone-washed Levi’s 512 stretch jeans, white Maidenform cotton briefs
Three of my favorite songs: Wicked Game by Chris Isaak, I Will by the Beatles, and True Colors by Cyndi Lauper
Three things I want in a relationship: humor, truthfulness, and understanding
Three things that turn me on: spanking, the smell of leather, and my lover’s hands on my body
Three things that turn me off: intolerance, hatred, and thoughtlessness
Two truths and a lie: I write for a living, my professional writing is totally unlike the works you read here, and my professional writing is better
Three things I can't live without: music, chocolate, and lovemaking
Three places I want to go on vacation: London, Monterey, and Santa Fe
Three things I just can't do: whistle, make a fire with two sticks, jump out of a perfectly good airplane
Three kids names: Robyn, Kelly, and Lewis
Three things I want to do before I die: attend a performance by the Royal Shakespeare Company, know my grandchildren, and publish a novel
Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to me: chest, arms, and, well, do I have to say it?
Three of my favorite hobbies: writing, travel, and theatre
Three things I badly want to do right now: take a nap, update my blog, and find something for lunch
Three careers I’m considering/considered: newspaper reporter, public relations, and technical writer
Three ways I am stereotypically a boy: like to get dirty sometimes, attend sporting events, and love wearing blue jeans
Three ways I am stereotypically a girl: cry at movies, like to dress up and go out, and spend time on hair and makeup
Three people I would like to post this meme: As before, my friends know who they are. Consider yourselves tagged!
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Story: Lynne's Satisfaction

This is the fourth episode of a continuing story. If you just arrived, you might wish to read from the beginning.
The rising sun did little to blunt the brisk wind blowing across Silver Lake. As the soft haze of fond events recounted eased slowly from their consciousness, Lynne and Mark realized they were outside. They were cold. They were without the benefit of clothes. But they were together! This unique moment of reflection and solitude might well constitute a lifelong memory in its own right. If so, a quick memory would have to suffice. In an instant, the young lovers had scurried back into their tent.
When they emerged again, Mark and Lynne were far better prepared to face the challenges of a mountain morning in springtime. While Mark retrieved the food, Lynne unpacked the camp stove, dishes, and utensils. When they reunited, Lynne prepared a breakfast of pancakes and scrambled eggs. There's just something about the mountains that makes everything taste better.
As they enjoyed their camp fare, Mark explained his plan for the day. He wanted to hike up to a saddle about three miles away. He pointed to a dip in the mountain range stretched out above them. "That's it... Right there," Mark said with certainty as he glanced back and forth between the skyline and his typographic map. "It looks pretty snowy up there to me," warned Lynne. In this relationship, she had little choice but to provide a voice of restraint and reason. There was no arguing with Mark on this morning. His mind was set upon reaching the top and peering down upon the valley beyond. After breakfast was cleaned up and the camp was secured, they set out upon their alpine quest.
As Mark and Lynne followed a steep walled canyon slowly upward, the trail gradually deteriorated. What had been a wide, mostly dry trail near Silver Lake became in stages, wet, sticky, muddy, slushy, and ultimately, snowy. It was a tough hike. Far more so that the previous day. Still they persevered. It was difficult in places to follow the trail. Despite the hard work, this path delivered generous rewards to those willing to brave its mire and ice. The lower branches of the pine and fir trees that lined the canyon retained a fluffy dusting of winter's finest. The calls of a dozen bird species echoed from every direction.
By midmorning, the hikers were greeted by the roar of rushing water. As they progressed, it became more pronounced. Suddenly, they rounded a bend and abruptly encountered the head of the canyon. Lynne and Mark found themselves at the foot of breathtaking waterfall. Their eyes drifted upward. A sparkling ribbon of water stretched at least a hundred feet up the sheer face of the cliff. Mark hadn't told Lynne about this geologic feature!
The newlyweds decided this was an ideal spot for a rest. They perched on the rocks that surrounded the falls. Even after several minutes of staring in silence at the beauty before them, they were awestruck by the spectacle. The rising mist gave everything a fairyland quality.
"Mark?"
"Yes?"
"What did you think about last night?"
"I thought about having a great time with my new wife."
"No, that's not what I mean. How do you feel about what happened?"
"It was excellent. It had to be our best ever."
"Yeah, it was really good. What do you think about the, uh..."
"The spanking?"
"Yes, when you spanked me."
"I can't claim to understand that whole thing, but anything that makes you that hot has got to be part of my repertoire."
"You know, I do want you to do that again. The experience makes me feel so good that the pain really doesn't much matter. It's hard to explain. It's as though I was transported to a different place where I felt contented and safe. Does that make any sense?"
"Well, actually, not much. But, like I say, if you enjoy it, then I want to be involved."
After delivering a quick smooch, Mark stood up and walked over to survey the trail ahead. It rose rapidly to climb out of the canyon. Worse yet, it was covered with snow. Steep and slippery conditions make for a poor hiking experience. He decided that this would be their destination. That magnificent view would have to wait for another year.
As he returned, Mark spotted a small wooden sign leaning against a tree. Upon closer examination, he learned it said "Silver Lake - 1.8 miles." It had obviously fallen. Lynne strolled over to see what Mark had found. "Looks like a paddle to me," Mark exclaimed with more than a little jest in his voice. Lynne took the sign and held it carefully in her hands. "Yes, it could work, so long as you use the side without the nails." Lynne was serious. "OK, then, stud-boy, let's put you to work." Lynne could hardly believe those words came from her mouth. Only hours before, she could hardy admit this deepest desire. Somehow lust had transcended caution, driving her on to new adventures.
If Lynne was surprised, Mark was doubly so. He knew, however, that warming his lover's bottom led to mutual pleasure. So why not? Lynne returned the sign as Mark positioned her with her hands against the largest boulder. She thrust her bottom up and out as if to invite Mark's stinging caress.
"Last chance, Hon. Are you sure you want this?"
"You heard what I said!" Lynne's tone was insistent, but not demanding.
Mark pulled back the sign and let it fly. Bang! The wood impacted against the seat of Lynne's jeans generating a remarkably loud report. Deep within the gorge, the sound reverberated freely. Lynne neither moved nor spoke a word. Mark assumed that meant he should continue. In fact, she was quite absorbed by the scene, the experience, the warmth, the sting, the stigma, and the moment. This was her first paddling. Again the sign struck. Even over clothes, it hurt more than Mark's hand. But it was more thrilling as well. Soon Mark developed a slow, but steady cadence. After several minutes and many hard swats, Mark decided Lynne had absorbed enough for one morning. The sudden cessation broke her trance. Ouch! She hadn't realized before how complete her paddling had been. She found herself involuntarily rubbing the punished area.
Mark took Lynne in his strong arms and embraced her firmly. They shared a lovers' kiss. There could be no question of what was to follow. Mark removed a blanket and ground cloth from his backpack. He placed them atop a soft bed of pine needles in as clean and dry a spot as he could find. Under the circumstances, their clothes came down, but not off. Naked frolicking would have to wait for later.
Mark was impressed by the dark red hue of Lynne's bottom. He touched it ever so gently. "Does it hurt?" he inquired. "Of course it hurts!" was the response. It sure looked like it hurt. Mark had Lynne lay flat on the blanket. Now it was her turn to learn the benefits of good dental health. Up went her legs and down went his head. One hundred moans later, Lynne was simultaneously pleased and charged for more. Mark next guided his youthful wife to her hands and knees. There, he took Lynne in a most forceful way. Lynne gasped with pleasure as her man squeezed her stinging buttocks. Mark too found his resolution at the base of the falls. As the passion rose, erotic communication gave way to spiritual bonding. Yes, their marriage was off to a wonderful start!
(to be continued)
Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction
Friday, November 04, 2005
Story: Lynne's Discovery
This is part three of a continuing story. If you're just joining us, you may wish to read from the beginning.
(to be continued)
Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction
The dawn brought brilliant sunshine and a gentle breeze. The sound of quarreling jays heralded the birth of another alpine morning. Freshly unfurled wildflowers were visible in patches where the snow had receded. Even the lake itself was beginning to reappear from beneath its alabaster blanket. The sound of rushing water came from every compass point. Rivulets to streams, rivers to torrents, liquid life was on the move. Mark emerged first from the small tent. He greeted the morning with a giant stretch. "Mark! Are you insane?" Lynne exclaimed. "Huh?" mumbled her drowsy husband. "You're naked!" Lynne was incredulous. "Oh, yeah. I guess I am. So are you." And so she was. "It's a good thing there's no one else here." Mark observed with a wry smile. Moments later, Lynne and Mark shared an embrace as big as the surrounding mountains. The prior evening, it seemed, had forever transformed the dynamic between them. The wind felt cool against their skin, but it wasn't so uncomfortable they felt the need to separate, even for a moment. Lynne stared up into Mark's cornflower blue eyes. In them, she read unquestioning commitment. She too felt their souls more tightly interwoven than she could have believed possible. This standing, wordless expression of loving partnership retrieved vivid memories of the magical hours before. It was a spanking. Body against body and skin against skin. It was just a spanking. To Lynne, it was completion of a dream. To Mark, it opened the door to his new wife's sensuality. It was a voyage of intimate learning. It was a spanking. How could the mere impact of one person's hand against another person's posterior so dramatically change every emotion that passed between them? Whatever the explanation, this spanking had surely altered the course of their lives. Mark began tentatively, swatting one upturned cheek and then the other. Between each strike of his strong hand, he paused as if to gauge Lynne's response. Her reaction was a rough blend of exhilaration, surprise, and desire. Her quiet panting gave way to more spirited moaning. As Mark recognized the mounting success of his efforts, he picked up both the pace and intensity. By now, Lynne's excitement had passed all known bounds. Although her bottom stung more than she had anticipated, the pain was worth it. It was so worth it! No sooner had the spanking reached its inevitable conclusion than Lynne lustily positioned herself before her man. She applied her lips, tongue, and teeth to Mark's pleasure. He lay upon his back and rumbled deep, carnal vocalizations. After several minutes of oral discourse, she straddled Mark. Never had she felt so aggressive or so free. Both partners were exquisitely prepared for the lovemaking festival that followed. Lynne placed her hands atop Mark's shoulders as if in tribute to the strong arms that delivered her stimulation. Mark reached around to cup Lynne's reddened targets. As he squeezed her warm flesh, Lynne was lost in her own sensual detonation. As they rocked in unison amidst the flickering light of a small tent, fulfillment was theirs. | ![]() |
(to be continued)
Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction
Thursday, November 03, 2005
I’m “It”
Yes, I am definitely “It.” I’m not “It” like Clara Bow was “It” back in the last century. My hair isn’t as long as Cousin Itt from the Addams Family. I don’t even work in the IT field, but my husband does.
No, I’m “It” because I was tagged by Tracy from the excellent AngelBrat’s Blog.
Here are my answers:
1. Were you named after anyone?
No. My mother just liked the name.
2. When did you last cry?
About a week ago, I think. A friend called me about problems she was having with her kid.
3. What is your favorite lunch meat?
Roasted turkey breast
4. What is your most embarrassing CD?
I have the Bay City Rollers on vinyl, but that doesn’t qualify as a CD. I think Randy has Weird Al Yankovic, but it’s not mine. I guess I’d have to go with John Tesh, though I’m not all that embarrassed.
5. Where is your second home?
Unfortunately, it’s been the office lately.
6. Do you trust others too easily?
I hope not. I don’t think so.
7. What was your favorite toy as a child?
The Easy Bake Oven. That’s where I learned to bake.
8. Would you bungee jump?
Not a chance, though I’ve been spanked with a bungee (not recommended either)
9. Do you think that you are strong?
No. I took a shower this morning!
10. What are your favorite colors?
Isn’t it obvious?
11. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
Despite the compliments I get on this blog, I have a big butt.
12. Who do you miss most? Deceased?
My grandfather.
Living?
My former college roommate.
13. What was the last thing you ate?
A Tuscan chicken salad
14. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Why, spank me red, of course!
15. What is the weather like right now?
Cloudy and cool
16. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My husband
17. Do you wear contacts?
Nope
18. Last Movie You Watched?
Angels in America (I think that qualifies as a movie)
19. Favorite Day of the Year?
My birthday
20. Where Would You Want to Go on your Next Vacation?
London
21. Favorite Smells?
Leather (yeah, I know), roses, pine, a clean house
22. What’s the furthest you’ve been away from home?
Florida, I think
As for the tagging, I hereby delegate to you, my friends, the responsibility to tag yourselves. You know who you are - You're "It!"
No, I’m “It” because I was tagged by Tracy from the excellent AngelBrat’s Blog.
Here are my answers:
1. Were you named after anyone?
No. My mother just liked the name.
2. When did you last cry?
About a week ago, I think. A friend called me about problems she was having with her kid.
3. What is your favorite lunch meat?
Roasted turkey breast
4. What is your most embarrassing CD?
I have the Bay City Rollers on vinyl, but that doesn’t qualify as a CD. I think Randy has Weird Al Yankovic, but it’s not mine. I guess I’d have to go with John Tesh, though I’m not all that embarrassed.
5. Where is your second home?
Unfortunately, it’s been the office lately.
6. Do you trust others too easily?
I hope not. I don’t think so.
7. What was your favorite toy as a child?
The Easy Bake Oven. That’s where I learned to bake.
8. Would you bungee jump?
Not a chance, though I’ve been spanked with a bungee (not recommended either)
9. Do you think that you are strong?
No. I took a shower this morning!
10. What are your favorite colors?
Isn’t it obvious?
11. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
Despite the compliments I get on this blog, I have a big butt.
12. Who do you miss most? Deceased?
My grandfather.
Living?
My former college roommate.
13. What was the last thing you ate?
A Tuscan chicken salad
14. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Why, spank me red, of course!
15. What is the weather like right now?
Cloudy and cool
16. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My husband
17. Do you wear contacts?
Nope
18. Last Movie You Watched?
Angels in America (I think that qualifies as a movie)
19. Favorite Day of the Year?
My birthday
20. Where Would You Want to Go on your Next Vacation?
London
21. Favorite Smells?
Leather (yeah, I know), roses, pine, a clean house
22. What’s the furthest you’ve been away from home?
Florida, I think
As for the tagging, I hereby delegate to you, my friends, the responsibility to tag yourselves. You know who you are - You're "It!"
Story: Lynne's Explanation

This is the second installment of a continuing story. In part one, Lynne admitted to her husband, Mark, her desire to be spanked.
It was an admission, a revelation, an assertion of a long-buried truth. Lynne's terse expression of her clandestine desire sounded strange to her ears. It was as though another person had whispered those fateful words. They were true to her soul, yet still somehow foreign. Regardless of their origin, Lynne knew her words could not be retrieved.
A slow smile crossed Mark's young face. Lynne pondered whether it held delight or mockery. Yet not a word was spoken. The silence of the night, reassuring just moments before, now selfishly possessed the untold answer upon which her very being now depended. Was she wrong to be so candid? Would this mountain night represent a conclusion or a beginning?
"You want me to spank you?" Mark inquired. His tone suggested surprise, but neither anger nor disgust.
Lynne quickly concluded there could be no turning back now. Across the Rubicon she marched. "Yes, Honey, I believe I do. I've thought about this for a long time, since I was a little girl in fact. I love you and I sincerely want to share this activity with you."
A bit bewildered, Mark stammered, "I had no idea you felt this way. You think you know someone, but..."
"I think it will be fine, fun in fact!" Lynne beamed, her confidence now growing with each word. If Mark wasn't completely against the idea, she could make him believe. She had to convince him. She had played out this moment in her mind at least a hundred times, but the reality was so different, so emotionally charged.
As Lynne's mind raced ahead, Mark was struggling to fully comprehend the proposal placed before him. "Why?" he asked. It was a simple question. This single word abruptly reminded Lynne that all that was obvious to her was opaque to her lover.
Speaking rapidly, Lynne began to explain, as best she could, the flood of feelings that were a part of her fantasies, her lusts, and her aspirations since childhood. She explained how she was always curious about spankings. How they held a special mystery for her. How she looked up words in the dictionary. How she drew pictures of paddles and then destroyed them to protect her secret desire. How she read and reread storybooks that depicted spankings. How she always felt different and abnormal because of these urges. How with the advance of years, her fascination assumed increasingly erotic overtones. How she buried this secret deep within her heart for so many years. Lynne now wanted to be spanked, not as a child's punishment, but as an adult's expression of love. Mark was the man with whom she wanted to fulfill this lifelong need.
Mark was momentarily overwhelmed by the torrent of emotion. He listened intently. At first, he found himself uncomfortable with the prospect that his new wife was obsessed with being punished. Slowly, however, the passion with which she spoke became remarkably compelling. Anything that so motivated the woman he loved was worth his attention. He resolved to try to satisfy her. A dedicated husband could do no less.
"Yeah, all right. I'm willing to try." Mark's voice betrayed his uncertainty.
Lynne gently kissed her man upon the cheek. "Thank you, Dear."
"Do you want me to spank you now?" said Mark as he placed his arm around Lynne's waist.
"Sure! I didn't ask for nothing!"
"What if I hurt you?" Mark inquired. His forehead wrinkled in an expression of concern.
Lynne dismissed this suggestion with a casual wave of her hand. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. I completely trust you. I know you would never mean to hurt me."
"I really don't want to hurt you at all."
"Honey, sometimes in life, we choose to accept inconvenience in the short term in order to achieve greater benefit in the long term. This exchange is like that." Lynne liked the sound of her explanation.
Mark made the first move. After activating the battery-powered lantern, he reached around and unzipped their common sleeping bag. As he opened the sleep nest, the warmth it held escaped quickly into the chilly night. Suddenly they were naked and exposed. The tent provided little thermal protection. Whatever they did, speed would be essential.
Lynne crawled face down over Matt's muscular thighs. Again that nervous feeling returned. It was one thing to dream about a spanking and yet another to actually receive one. She resolved to endure this experience, no matter what. She had been waiting too long to shortchange herself now.
Mark placed his left hand upon the back of Lynne's waist. His right hand instinctively began to rub her bottom. This was a posterior he had admired for weeks before they actually began dating. How lovely these globes appeared to him in the feeble light of the tent. Their gentle curve seemed now to almost invite a spanking.
"Are you ready?" Mark asked as he raised his arm for the first time.
"Never more than right now."
(to be continued)
Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Story: Lynne's Confession

The mountains don't abandon winter. Rather, they stubbornly embrace it for weeks as each rising sun shrinks winter's icy domain. When Mark and Lynne set out on their dream backpacking trip, the air was warm and the day was bright, but the remnants of deep drifts were everywhere.
The trail was wet from snowmelt, but quite passable. The park ranger had told them they would be the first to camp at Silver Lake this year. The craggy veteran mountaineer admired their intrepid spirit. It's not everyone who would attempt a springtime backpacking adventure on their honeymoon. But Mark and Lynne had planned this escape for the past two years. It was the culmination of their life together so far. Since they loved to backpack, loved the mountains, and deeply loved each other, why not combine the three?
They carried heavy packs upon their backs. Their packs included four days of clothes, food, water, tools, sleeping bag, and tent. As the day progressed, those packs always seemed to grow heavier. Yet on this morning, the couple's hearts were light enough to buoy them for hours. Hand in hand, they trudged up the newly revealed trail. In places they had to cross snow banks, but a slow, steady pace moved them ever closer to their destination.
The trail snaked up a narrow valley, roughly following a small mountain stream, now swollen and roaring thanks to the evacuating snowmelt. The hillsides were covered by the dark green hues of lodgepole pine. Contrasting against this muted emerald canvas were the chalk white trunks of quaking aspens. The forest was returning to life everywhere. Small animals scurried about as if taking inventory after their long slumber. Birds of many varieties provided the ideal soundtrack. The sun reflecting off winter's last outposts gave a ghostly glow to even the darkest woods. It was a fine day and the whole forest, it seemed, belonged to these two young lovers.
By late afternoon, Mark and Lynne had reached their destination. Silver Lake was quite misnamed on this day. Neither silver nor lake were visible beneath a blanket of the ice and snow. The lake was cradled within a natural bowl nestled into the mountainside. The 800 feet they had ascended made quite a difference in terms of the climate. Although the air was remarkably warm, much of the ground was still covered by snow. With the mountains' early dusk approaching, they selected a reasonably dry spot to erect their tent. When their camp was complete, Lynne cooked a tasty, if perhaps spartan, dinner. It's remarkable how delicious even simple foods can taste after a day of hiking in the mountains. After dinner, they hung all of their food from a distant tree to avoid bear problems. Now, at last, darkness had arrived and it was time for bed.
Mark and Lynne found themselves tired at the end of this long day. But they were not too fatigued to enjoy the fruits of married life. As noisy as nature had been all day, upon nightfall, a strange silence descended. Never had the lovers felt so truly alone. Lynne's inhibitions were strangely missing on this evening, as though they had been left back in civilization far below. She allowed Mark to explore her body in ways they hadn't tried before. He worked gradually, reassuring her with his hands as he progressed. Her newfound openness was repaid with a satisfaction that was both sexual and spiritual. Mark made love to her with a gentleness and caring that nourished her very being. This wasn't the wild abandon of newlywed passion. In its own way, it was something better. It was an act of respect that somehow befit the majestic setting.
The two lovers finished their intimate tango in a tight embrace. In whispered voices, they expressed the overwhelming love they each held for the other. Suddenly, without explanation, Lynne became quiet, as if in contemplation.
"Are you OK, dear?"
(Silence)
"Honey?"
"Yes?"
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, I think I have something I want to say, but I'm searching for the right words."
"Lynne, I'm your husband now. You don't have to sugarcoat your message for me."
"Well, it's difficult and, um, kind of embarrassing."
"You can tell me anything. We couldn't be more alone here."
"OK." (deep inhale) "Here goes... I would like you to, uh..."
"What is it? You would like me to do something..."
"Yeah, I believe would."
"Sure, you know I'll do almost anything for you, my love."
"I'll try again... I want you to spank me."
(to be continued)
Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction
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