Friday, November 9, 2012

It's Love Our Lurkers day! Started by Bonnie seven years ago, this is a day dedicated to the lurkers on our blogs. I may not post on my blog as regularly as I'd like (I'm trying to do better...), yet you keep coming back to read my kinky fiction, view my pictures, and read my scene stories. So for that, those of you who don't comment (and those who do), thank you! Today kinky bloggers acknowledge the readership and traffic of our lurkers.

If you've read my blog and enjoyed it, I encourage you to post a comment. Join the discussion. Take this opportunity to meet other readers. One of the greatest things I found in the scene is the friendship and understanding of other kinksters. Even if our kinks don't align perfectly, the companionship and discussion with fellow kinksters is unmatched in the vanilla community.

As Erica says, it need not be an epic posting. It can be a simple hello; a post dictated by your comfort level. I hope you'll find here, as I have, a number of new friends.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Shavasana

At the end of every yoga class, the instructor guides the class into shavasana - a deep state of relaxation. Recently, one of my instructors included guided imagery, instructing us to visualize our "peaceful place." She gave the common examples: a sandy beach, a quiet forest, a peaceful meadow, a secluded mountaintop.

As happens frequently when I participate in such visualization, I retreat not to a geographic place but to a very specific "peaceful place." My special place? The length of my body pressed against Craig, my cheek buried in the hollow of his shoulder, at least one of his arms around me. He calms me. When we are together, I feel as though my soul has found its other half and no longer needs to search for something missing. It's an amazing feeling that I still struggle to describe.

The instructor went on to ask us to add details, suggesting a variety of things we might try. I moved the image/feeling of Craig and I around, putting us on a beach, forest, meadow, and mountaintop. But I finally found myself with Craig in a hot air ballon over Napa Valley, which is one of my favorite memories.

But the very best part of this visualization? When Craig got home from work and I was able to hug him, press my cheek against his shoulder, and melt into him. I haven't found time to write much here about our kink since moving - you can read about it on our joint blog or on Craig's blog (and I will get around to writing about it here eventually), but the best part of our lives together isn't ruled by our play. The best part is being together, enjoying the gift of one another's company and love each day.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Our new blog is live!


Craig and I have a new, joint blog called Black and Blue. We will present two perspectives in each post, in a unique, side-by-side format.

I'm pleased to announce that the new blog is now live. (After days of playing with HTML and CSS, I'm marginally happy with results.)  I hope you'll check it out!

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Better late...

Better late than never, isn't that what everyone says? In the year since the last Shadowlane party, my life has seen some pretty big changes (and not just going from four or more parties a year to the single one - at least that I expect to change back). Even managing to fit Shadowlane into my schedule this year was a challenge, but Shadowlane is such an integral part of my kink.

I've wanted to attend an Shadowlane party since the time I first clicked past the "Yes, I am 18" button on their website. And no, I wasn't; I've never been particularly good at following rules. My first tantalizing glimpse of spanking as a valid interest was there. My first spanking videos would follow, a few years later. And four and a half years ago, my first spanking party was Shadowlane. Several spanking parties and countless spanking partners later, it is only fitting that if I could only go to one party in the year, it was this one.



But this wasn't a typical spanking party for me. In all those life changes, the lap surfer has disappeared. I'll explore those changes in future blogs. If you're looking for a colorful description of multiple scenes, you'll have to look elsewhere. But regardless of those changes, I had a great party.

I got in Friday afternoon. My ride was stuck in Chicago (or Atlanta or somewhere) and I landed 15 minutes after the shuttle to the hotel (thus nearly 2 hours before the next one), so I took a public bus to the casino. $2! And it was a lovely new bus, with an express route, with our hotel as the last stop. I was quite pleased.

Katy-Lynn caught up with me as I checked into the hotel, and graciously kept me company while I unpacked. I soon wandered up to Indy's suite, where I met Mija and Paul, who would later take me on a grocery run. I also met Paul Allen for the second time, but had to run out to stock up the room before we had a chance to play.

By the time I got back with supplies for the room, Craig had arrived! He snuck up on me in the casino and helpfully took several bags up to our room. We only had to return to the car for a second trip (I had been contemplating three or four trips to retrieve all my purchases). We had time to put away the snacks and enjoy a quick welcome spanking before we were getting ready for the vendor's fair.

I went with a half-naughty school girl (picture above) for the Back to School theme. As always, the vendor's fair provided the perfect opportunity to greet old friends and make new ones. I couldn't begin to list everyone I was thrilled to see, for fear of leaving out half of those people. Finally, Jada arrived and we soon retired to our room for a quiet night of conversation.

Saturday morning, we tried the buffet...and loved it! I have no idea why I've never been there before. There was such an assortment of food that I was easily able to find something the was both safe for me to eat (stupid food allergies) and appetizing. Afterwards, we spent a lovely hour or two at the pool, safely hidden in the shade.

Jada and I went up the the SSNY party, which was in full swing by the time we got there. I was able to talk to a few friend there despite the crowd. Then they started showing videos in one of the bedrooms, so we all piled in for a video viewing. Even sitting on the floor in a crowded room, the SSNY videos were worth watching!

Craig, Jada, and I snuck out for an early dinner at P.F. Changs (see food allergies above) before the Saturday night dinner. We got back in plenty of time to join Indy in saving two tables for a large group of friends. We didn't eat much, but we had a great time talking to everyone. After dinner, Craig and I danced to a few songs before we retreated to change for the rest of the evening.

I had made plans to play with Paul Allen, who last year gave me such a wonderful strapping and caning that I literally went skipping back to my room in a cloud of bliss last year, so Craig and I went up to Indy's suite for that appointment. Mr. Allen exceeded my expectations and restored my confidence (I had totally wimped out on a scene with Craig earlier in the afternoon after swimming. I blame my wet bottom for that!). He and Craig switched places, and he provided Craig with a few pointers on giving a more effective strapping. A mixed blessing, certainly.

We enjoyed more conversation and Craig gave me a lovely handspanking over his knee before we retired for the night. The next morning, Craig and I left the hotel in search of chicken and waffles, which we had read about on Yelp. What we found had nothing on Rosco's...I know what I want when I get to L.A.! In a remarkably well-planned, last-minute adventure (we bought sunscreen and applied it to every inch of my exposed skin before we set out, which can only be accredited to Craig), Craig and I decided to walk the three miles back to the hotel. It was hot, but it was a great opportunity to catch up. And we found a nature trail along the way that, with an off-trail trek through a canyon, cut some distance off our walk. But this diversion caused us to miss Spanking Dave's famous Court.

Jada met us for a bit more catching up, before we managed to chase Craig out so that I could prepare for his surprise birthday party. Having convinced him to go gambling, we had to sneak through the casino to her car and race to the grocery store for a cake and other supplies. She dropped me off at the door and I raced back through the casino, hoping Craig wouldn't spot me carting several bags through the casino when I was supposed to be "catching up on girl talk" with Jada in the room. Several texts and hasty preparations later, I had a surprise party.

And Craig was surprised! This was particularly important to me because my earlier attempt to plan a surprise party with his daughters had failed rather spectacularly. And that man is hard to surprise! But we had a lovely party, complete with birthday spanking (that is, him spanking all the bottoms in attendance at the party, of course) - you can read more about that on his blog.

Jada, Craig and I headed out for dinner. We were met fortuitously in the hallway by Erica and John (who had slept through the surprise party), who joined us for dinner. We followed dinner with an incredibly special scene with Michael & Kate. Then we were off to the pajama party, finishing our night in Indy's suite again.

Monday was a day of tearful goodbyes and hugs, broken up by an entertaining lunch at T.G.I. Fridays. Incredibly, this was the only time I ate at Fridays all weekend - it's such a party staple. Before I knew it, I was on the shuttle with a group of fellow spankos, talking about parties and spanking and 50 Shades (ugh) all the way to the airport.



Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Story

This story ventures into BDSM and sex. If that's not your thing, skip it. (I think I need a better intro to this type of story, if you have ideas, leave them in the comments or email me.)


His hands wrapped around my wrists, squeezing tight. I felt the tension slip away; my thoughts and worries drifted off, leaving only his hands on me. He watched, holding me motionless.

"Strip," he said, releasing me suddenly.

I slipped out of my jacket, dropping it on the floor. I crossed my wrists in front of me to grab the bottom of my shirt and tug it over my head. I reached behind my back, unfastening my bra and dropping it on the growing pile of clothing. I toed off my shoes, unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied out of them. My panties and socks followed.

"Always a mess," he growled, as he took my wrists again. He held them just a moment this time, before his hands moved to hold my face. One soft caress of my cheek and then he slapped my face, hard.

"On your knees," he ordered. I sunk to my knees as he unbuttoned his jeans and withdrew his cock. I leaned forward eagerly. His hands tangled through my hair, forcing me to take him even deeper into my mouth.

He used me, his hands controlling me. He fucked my mouth, taking his pleasure from my submission. One of his hands eventually slid down to my breast. I shifted to give him better access.

He pulled away without a word. The hand on my breast tightened around my nipple, urging me to my feet. I stood and he took both nipples in his hands - squeezing them, pinching them, twisting them, torturing them. I took a deep breath, thrusting my breasts out to him - offering myself to him.

"Little pain slut, aren't you?"

I nodded.

He released on of my nipples to slap my face, "Answer me when I'm talking to you!"

"Yes," I stammered, uncertain.

"Tell me."

"I'm your little pain slut."

"I bet you're wet already, aren't you?"

I whimpered. He smacked me again and I managed a quiet, "Yes."

Unsatisfied with this answer, his hand dove between my legs. His fingers thrust roughly into my cunt. My body responded to him, lubricating his seeking fingers. He pushed two fingers into me, then three, spreading me wide, then he forced four fingers into my wet cunt.

I writhed on his hand, my breasts thrust out to him, seeking contact with him. He finger fucked me hard, pushing me to orgasm.

"Did you have my permission?" he growled, leaning in close to me.

My naked body pressed against the rough texture of his clothing. I sunk into the contrast for a moment, loving the vulnerability: I stood naked while he was fully clothed; I was flushed with an orgasm he had forced upon me; I was scattered while he remained in control.

"What happens when you come without permission, little one?"

"You punish me," I whispered. A fresh rush of moisture between my legs - he would punish me in the most delicious ways.

"Mmmm," he said, pushing me to the bed. He grabbed his crop and shoved me onto my back. He ordered me to spread my legs with sharp strikes to my thighs. Then he settled in, giving my pussy a solid pounding with his crop.

I lost all sense of time. His crop stung my cunt and my thighs. His sharp orders rang through the air, pushing me to spread myself further, to present, to stay in position, always something. And always, the crop striking me. Tears were running down my cheeks before he stopped. When he paused and took a step back, I asked him to hand me a tissue.

"You think we're through?" he demanded.

I swallowed hard and sniffled, but didn't answer. He threw a tissue at me.

"We've only just begun, pet. Get up and bend over the end of the bed."

I wiped my eyes quickly and blew my nose. Then I was up, bending over the bed. I heard him moving around behind me, collecting things. Then I heard the swish of his belt through his belt loops. I flinched, then arched my back, presenting for him.

Instead of the snap of leather, I felt cool lubricated glass pressing against my asshole. I took a deep breath as he pushed the plug into me, moaning and writhing a bit as he pushed it in and out.

Once the plug was settled deep in my ass, he ordered me to spread my legs. His belt snapped between my legs, striking my already tender pussy. I whimpered and cried and begged him to stop. He ignored me, except for the occasional demand that I get back into position.

His fingers roughly explored my throbbing and swollen pussy. He pinched my pussy lips, pulling them apart and spreading me. Finally, he ran his hard cock between my lips, teasing me. I shifted my hips, pushing, trying to get his cock inside of me. Now I was begging him to fuck me.

His cock slid into me. I accepted it with a moan of satisfaction. My hips pressed back to meet his. He fucked me hard, pushing me close to orgasm but denying me.

"Not yet," he ordered, "Don't you fucking dare come yet."

He withdrew, quickly pulling the plug from my ass as well. Just as quickly, he replaced the plug with his cock. With his huge cock in my ass and his balls slapping against my swollen pussy as he thrust into me, I could hold back no longer. I came hard, my ass clenching around him.

He reached around me to squeeze my nipples, still fucking me hard. When I came a final time, he came with me.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Random Searches

No, I haven't gone so far into my studies that I've decided to bore you with a Fourth Amendment lecture. In fact, as a distraction to all that, I rather randomly decided to look at my blog stats. I stumbled upon the search terms that have brought visitors to my blog.

The most common term this week: [honeymoon blogs] - I can only imagine their surprise! I suppose it's the Brittanic Honeymoon series of stories that brought them here, but I cannot believe they were looking for a spanking blog...

A search I'm considering trying myself: ["his finger slid into her tight"] - I'm curious how many results that would have and if any of the other results are kinky. At least anyone making that search should expect adult content.

Other searchers have very specific tastes.

Take, for example, this one: ["tormenting * breasts" nipples -movies] - I do have several stories that might fit, and there are no movies here.

But for a specific search that fits my blog, this one is pretty good: ["supple leather belt" "her panties"] - there's another search I'd consider doing myself. And it has a higher likelihood that I would find something I'd enjoy.