Aye, It is with a heavy heart that I must say goodbye.  Though relatively new to this corner of the blogosphere this blog has hurt someone whom I hold very dear… NO it wasn’t Gerard Butler but if he was hurt as well I do frankly apologise.  I shant go into details but I do want to thank those of you who made my blogging experience excellent:

Karl, Thanks again for your witty banter again I do hope that you know we were never mad at you at all

Michael, You have so much charm and finesse I do wish you the best whatever life may have in store

Anne, It is both our hopes you find someone worthy of your heart

Hermione, You Rock! I thank you for your insights and wit.

Gwen, tho I dont know if you ever made it to this blog your art on your blog was always appreciated

Dr Ken, You definitly have a talent for parody heres hoping someday you make it big… or at least the lines get that minnesota minnie for ya.

And last but not least Devlin, I never told you this but I remember your stories on Speculum Pages. In fact I was wondering if you would see the corallary  (sp?) between me wanting to skip the dentist and Theresa I am so glad to know you have an extensive library of works and look forward to reading them all soon. thanks again for all the kidding around

oh and Michael you asked who I dressed up for as on Halloween??? Daria of course from MTV’s Daria

For anyone I missed I really will miss you.

Ciao Mein,

Daria

GERARD BUTLER

Scottish Born actor who also played in 300 shown here in one of my all time favorite movies “Phantom of the Opera.” I can picture him with same lovely voice he used as the phantom telling me to stay still and not to wiggle. His implement would no doubt be a leather paddle or perhaps fur lined leather for both the sweet and sensous.  He played the title roll in” Phantom”, which was also played by

CLAUDE RAINS

An English born actor, known for rolls in countless films including “Casablanca”, “Now,Voyager”, and of course the “Invisible Man.” He had an uncanny knack of being in charge with a delightfully wry sense of humor. For an Implement for him I’d have to think of a switch made of birch… or perhaps a birch paddle…

CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON

Another Brit who as also starred in numerous films and on television. One of his rolls was on the NBC television show “Heroes” in which he played a man who had the power of invisibility named “Claude Rains” With his penchant of being brooding I can see him as a leather flogger something that can be very daunting but completely sensual as well. He also played The Doctor in the great show Doctor Who after which he was replaced by

DAVID TENNANT

Born in Scotland as well this Very HOT doctor would have me over a desk with a sonic screwdriver… cant decide on an implement for him….

Well thats all for now hope you enjoyed

 So I have some questions for all our friends out there.

To those on the bottom:

Is this just a me thing? Has it ever worked? If it has worked were you disappointed?

To those on top:

Do you ever find it endearing kind of like just another part of the dance? Do you, like Sir Trent,  ever play the baddie? 

So Like always tell us your thoughts can’t wait to hear from you all!

If I can resist temptation I know I will recieve a very sweetly given spanking with lots of love and tenderness and just enough spice…. If I start acting up then it will be a repeat of dental appt eve…. or worse yet none at all ….

oh bother 

What is a girl to do?????

So please beg my pardon if  my exuberance for mathematics has found itself in my writing. I shall take great care to not let it happen again.”

~ Quote from the “Bratty Girls Defense Leaflet” Page 8

“Wake up Little One.”

The strong sweet voice calmly awoke her from a most pleasant dream.

“yawwwn… 5 more minutes….” she said as she rolled over to chase the fragments of the quickly vanishing fantasy.

“NO… NOW.” The commanding tone quickly brushed the cobwebs from  her mind

“but what… why???” she asked clearly still in a daze.

“You have been asleep quite long enough young lady… In fact it is almost noon. Now get up and get yourself a shower, I have a fairly busy day planned and cannot be delayed any longer”

“oh okay,,.” she said still dazed and confused at the tone and what was with all this “Little One” and Young Lady stuff??? Though she didnt quite understand she did think a shower would be just the thing to wash the cobwebs from her mind so she could think.

  The delicious warm water washed what was left of the sleep away and the peppermint lavender soap finished waking her up the rest of the way. As she exited the shower and toweled off  she noticed that carefully layed out on the sink were 2 hair ribbons and a very large paddle brush.  

“Your’e done I see; now brush your hair..into pigtails, yes I think that should be best for today” Still wondering what he had in store she thought it best to comply. As she exited the bathroom on the bed she saw some articles of clothing layed neatly on the bed.As plaid had never been her colour she decided to put it away and choose something else but as she walked to the the closet door  she felt a distinct “thwap” hit her bottom.

“Put the skirt on Daria”

“OUCH! But I dont look good in plaid.” she said as she rubbed the soreness away. To be honest it didnt hurt THAT much but it did catch her by surprise.

“Thwap” the thing found its target once more and as she looked behind her to face the oncoming barrage and to face him. Turning around she came face to face with a very intimidating piece of leathar, soft suede on on side polished leather on the other,,,,

“What was that for???” This time she was beginning to get just more than a bit annoyed.

Calmly he replied “I want you to wear the clothes that I have picked out for you then join me in the living room. We have some things to discuss”

Wishing to save herself any more meetings with that really mean strap she decided once again compliance was probably the best course of action, so she proceeded to put on the red tartan skirt and white blouse get up that he had picked out and calmly made her way to the living room.  What she saw there gave her quite a fright,  for on the table was her credit card bill with PAST DUE stamped in very big, very real, very red letters. It was at this moment she knew what was going on. She was in trouble. Capital T-R-O-U-B-L-E trouble.

“But Sir I can explain….” she quickly tried to find any excuse that didn’t seem completely lame but was silenced by the strap once again finding its target. “OUCHIES!!!!” she exclaimed.

“Daria, SIT DOWN. I wont ask again. And believe me you already have a lot to answer for and I don’t think you want to add any more on top of it .”

She quickly took her seat on the hard wooden chair.

“Daria I let you apply for that credit card for one reason and one reason only and what was that?”

“To improve my credit score sir”

“Yes now tell me how does one do that?”

“Keep the balance low and make thepayments on time Sir.”

“Good Daria. Now tell me how it happens that such a smart girl like yourself not only maxes out her credit limit but also fails to make the payments on time?”

“But Sir, please, please,I am so Sorry I shant do it again I promise”

CRACK. The noise of the leather coming down hard on the table that was no more than a mere 3 inches from her silenced any protests the young lady may have had.

“Enough! No matter what you may say Darling, we both agreed that you needed someone to keep you accountable.  And we both agreed with how this matter shall be dealt with.”

“But Sir, please have mercy. I promise Never EVER to do it again!”

CRACK. Again the strap came down hard upon the side of the table.

“Darling, I am slowly losing my patience. Mercy you ask for. What kind of man would I be if I simply relented? I would no longer be a man of honour. I would no longer be someone whose word counted for anything. I could no longer ask for your respect for I would have lost all of mine for myself. Now my darling, be the honorable woman I know you are so we can deal with this transgression and put it behind us.”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice a mere whisper.

“Now my darling stand up and place your  hands palms down on the table and bend over, if you move your hands off the table I will be forced to start over.” As he spoke in his calm authoritative tone he gently placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her down.

Then he carefully lifted her skirt and brought down her panties, revealing her nicely rounded, currently alabaster bottom.

“Hmm as this is a first offense I think 40 wacks of the strap shall be a sufficient deterrent for any repeat performances, one for every dollar of your late fee.”

“Yes…yes sir” she stammered

“Now remember, if your hands  leave that table we start from the beginnning.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Alright. Let’s begin.”

The first strike landed deftly upon her right cheek followed with four more in swift succession.  Then five more to match on the left. The first ten, though not very hard in and of themselves, were sharp enough to make his point very clear. After the first ten, tears began to cloud her eyes.  After the next ten her bottom seem to warm to the pain. “Hands” came the reminder every time she seemed to stir. All this was tolerable, but the last twenty quickly took her buns from warmed to positively toasted.  He worked very quicly making sure each stroke would sting but not bruise.

“38…39…40” The last blow was the hardest landing right in the crease.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWW” she cried out.

“It’s over now Sweety.” he said as he carefully rubbed cooling lotion on her now completely rosened bottom. With care he gently replaced her panties and laid down her skirt in its proper place. With the same gentle touch he held her close, and kissed her tear drenched face. “There there my darling, it is all alright. The matter is settled and I trust you have learned this lesson.”

“Yesssss….yess ssssiiiiirrr….I’m ssso sssoorry” she said between sobs.

“Now my darling I  must leave you for I have a few errands to run. Please be good and I will be back shortly”

“Yes sir, I love you.”

“I love you too”

And with that he left me to my own devices…I was exhausted to be sure after such an ordeal and had I known what was coming up during the rest of the weekend I probably would have gone and taken a nap for I surely needed my strength the rest of that weekend…. but that is another part of the story…

So I think Pain can fall into two distinct categories; although categorizing them is not always so distinct.

Good pain is often categorized by the feelings it gives birth to. Good pain can be sensual, sexual, invigorating, and Encompassing. Bad Pain, just like good pain is also categorized by the feelings it manifests, in bad pain there is just PAIN… no warm fuzzies just pain  

Personally I’m not a big fan of pain…Sir Trent can attest to the fact that i am NOT a pain junky In fact, when I say I like my rear rosened… Its hues often don’t get much past pink.

Unlike Beauty Pain is always in the eyes of the recipient, this is what I mean when I say it is not alway easy to categorize, Pain can make the switch from Good to bad VERY QUICKLY. (This is another reason safe words are not just a good idea but an essential!!!!) 

I’m thankful I found a man who knows how to correctly administer a paddle, flogger, hand, what have you, for in every stroke there are Always the unspoken words..”I Love You SO Very Much.” especially afterword, in the kisses the hugs and the snuggles.  

Westley from the Princess Bride said it best, “Life IS pain your highness, anyone who tell you different is try to sell you something.”

PS: Under bad pain you can put my stupid trip to the dentist….grrrrrr

Hence my dilemma; should I or shouldn’t I? On the one hand I don’t want her to think I’ll do so at her beck and whim. On the other, I have a good idea of her present frame of mind, knowing about tomorrow’s dentist visit, and knowing such a release could help her take her mind off things. On the OTHER hand, I know the suspense of waiting could make things all the more special in time. <WEG> On the OTHER hand, the texting was so endearingly cute, I’m almost of a mind to go ahead & oblige her THIS ONCE (don’t get your hopes up too much yet, Daria, I’m still undecided). I feel like Tevye in Fiddler On The Roof. LOL  So… any thoughts?