tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86533521556718370942024-03-18T21:42:18.368-07:00Miss Wednesday's LinesHave hairbrush, will travel...Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-71629288255204932812010-02-09T17:32:00.000-08:002010-02-09T17:33:41.531-08:00ComputerMy computer was out for several weeks and I have not updated this blog for quite a while. Apparently I am now getting hit with loads of spam. Not good. Not sure what to do about it yet.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-28995634589412157122009-10-16T19:47:00.001-07:002009-10-16T19:53:20.665-07:00Work really, really, really, really, really, REALLY sucksI mean, it sucks so bad I am beginning to get the paranoia that comes about when one suspects one is being used unwittingly in a social psychology experiment.<br /><br />We have traveled *way* past the realm of merely stupid or out of touch.<br /><br />We have left Kansas.<br /><br />We have left Earth. Hell, we have left the laws of physics.<br /><br />My job is floating in it's own little self referencing universe with laws I don't grok. Somehow I travel to it via a wormhole that exists somewhere on the freeway...<br /><br />Quantum physicists need to come study it. Really. It is that outrageous. They will discover new particle behaviors that exist nowhere else in the universe. Apparently these rogue particles have profound effects on the human brain.<br /><br />I want to quit, move to rural Nevada where nobody will bug me, and start a spanking/colonic clinic.<br /><br />Jeesh.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-6520030674098642662009-09-09T20:18:00.000-07:002009-09-09T21:48:36.025-07:00SL Continued...Saturday:<br /><br />M, D, and I ate together before the Schoolboys In Disgrace party. We processed the scene from the night before. I did see the potential of a well placed spanking scene to clear up relationship irritations as D and I did end up having a 2 way conversation on news, our respective needs for companionship and independence, etc. I thanked M for helping out. Cafe service was extremely slow, so I ended up harrassing the waitress, getting harrassed in return, snarfing my food, then clearing out and running upstairs for the Schoolboys party.<br /><br />That party was insane. We had at least 10 female tops and about 30 men coming in and out of the room. The men I got to play with were delightful and I was gratified to see that each man got at least 3 trips over the laps of his choice. It was at this point that I began to percieve the benefits of being on an exercise program vs not--especially before a party. I pooped out! The last 3 guys received my cane in a traditional style. Fortunately they were warmed up for it and I did not hear any complaints. The cane proved to be a great lazy (or just plain pooped) Top's toy as I was quite eager to give the bottoms the 30-60 seconds they needed between strokes to process the sensation. One fellow did get my ire up as he had been bratting me all weekend. This earned him an ear tug to the bedroom in the party suite and then quite a hairbrushing and caning as he continued to run his mouth. He later said this scene was a bit too disciplinary for a party (well, I had been under the assumption that very persistent brats want to be subdued) but he also asked for an even more intense private scene. Unfortunately I did not get to him before he left Vegas, so he is definitely at the top of my list for next year.<br /><br />The energy and enthusiasm of this party was high enough to turn the suite into a sauna halfway through, despite the general chill in the hotel and the fact we had the A/C cranked as low as it would go. I was happy to see more switch females stepping up to help with this party this year. Being a single male spanking bottom is often the pits at weekends like this, so to be able to give everyone in attendance as much spanking as they wanted to handle was quite rewarding.<br /><br />After this party I rushed off to a double bottom caning and figging scene. One bottom was a fellow I had played with before and the other was someone whom I had just met. Said male bottom had decided my topping style might be quite salutory to this particular female brat ;-).<br /><br />I usually don't have such a deep or successful scene with someone I have never played with before. However, I was able to read her well, I think--as well as read from him what might work for her. She went from mouthy brat to subdued to floating around somewhere in the Pleiades Cluster in the space of an hour. The energy was absolutely yummy at the end of the scene and I ended up alternating between tapping their plugs to keep their endorphins going and simply giving them both simultaneous back massages as I drank it all in. I ended up a gooey puddle myself as I rested with them for aftercare. I wandered back to my room and fell asleep in a very happy haze.<br /><br />Our next event was the "prom." I dressed in a simple little black dress and had D dress in a white shirt. I spent the better part of the first hour checking in on the folks who had bottomed to me that day. I then danced with D and then hooked him up with as many women as I could until he wore out from dancing. My Phoenix friends were there too in absolutely fabulous, albeit uncomfortable, Victorian attire. Eve leaned in close to me on one occasion and told me she had heard I had performed the "Victorian trifecta." Well, not quite. I had performed all three components but not on the same people. The rumor did persist, much to my amusement, throughout the party. I am not sure who, besides possibly my Phoenix friends, started it. ;-)<br /><br />Now, for the observent among you, there are no doubt questions about what became of the Victorian Trifecta I was supposed to bottom to. It did not happen, alas. Sunday went a bit wonkers and after that I was in no fit shape for it. However, the winner of the Superbowl bet has promised to "roast me good" early next SL party so I don't think I am completely off the hook.<br /><br />After the Ball I spent a brief time in a suite party waiting for the bottom of my next session. I got to say hello to the party organizers as well as many other folks. My bottom showed up at this point and we played privately. I got the feeling from her that I needed to nurture more than do anything else, so I used hands and floggers for about an hour and focussed on pushing as much gentle love and positive regard into her as I could muster. I did proceed to canes and catharsis did result. I spent the next bit of time being as present with this person as I could. There are some who give continually to others, whether those others are in the spanking community or the vanilla world. This person is definitely one of those and I was more than happy to try to give her a bit back. This scene, as well as the figging and caning scene, stood out as a favorite party moment. I got her back to her room after this and crashed for the night.<br /><br />Sunday:<br /><br />A group of us got together to go to a Sunday brunch at another hotel. It was a bit like herding cats for the poor organizer to get us together, but the brunch was worth it. The organizer was most generous in treating us at no small cost. The Spumoni was especially good with bits of whole candied cherries and small chocolate chips.<br /><br />The feast *was* good--however the resulting fight between it and the Mexican food I had eaten the night before was not so good. No, it was not a case of food poisoning--just a case of traveler's gut and overindulgence. I was supposed to bottom to some enema play. After my bad reaction that was rendered both unnecessary and potentially painful in a bad way. The Superbowl bet was not satisfied, and the poor brunch organizer was not able to get his planned licks in either. The scene we had planned turned into a gentle paddling scene, but to his credit he was able to get me to subspace despite the fact I was still feeling out of sorts.<br /><br />Note to self: bottom *early* in the party. I am *not* a natural bottom. For reasons I can't explain completely it requires more energy for me to bottom than top. I really have to work on my head space and I can't do it well if I am even a bit tired. It is fantastic when it works well, but sometimes it is like chasing a damned unicorn. *sigh*<br /><br />I did try to get some sleep after this but I felt restless and emotionally a bit perturbed for no apparent reason. I was on the verge of dozing off when my cell phone rang. One of my Phoenix friends had been nursing a respiratory bug all weekend and was now in trouble. I tore down to the cafe, attracting the attention and assistance of some other SL partygoers when they saw the look on my face. There was not much I could do except recommend the person see a health professional. I tried, with no success, to get the name of a 24 hour urgent care from the front desk. My friend's Domme drove her to the nearest hospital ER and D and I went back to the cafe and morosely ate soup and worried. Soup was about the only thing we could keep down. After this I booked my room for an extra night as I had previously been planning to leave Monday. I called my friends and offered them middle of the night help if they ran into a long ER wait as well as early AM packing help if they were able to leave as planned. After this we returned to the hotel room. I watched the news <em>voluntarily</em> and fretted, waiting for the phone to ring. Fortunately it rang around 10PM. My friend did not have to be hospitalized and she got scripts for some good drugs. I spent a fitful night tossing around and kept checking their room in the early AM in case they needed help getting out. I finally passed out around 7:30 AM and they were on the road by the time I woke back up.<br /><br />Monday:<br />Today turned out far better than I expected. I slept until just after noon, then rather morosely wandered down with D for coffee and a dip in the pool. I was starting to experience a nasty case of Top drop and was still worried about my friends. My interest in gambling rests somewhere between 0 and -5 depending on my mood so I was very bored. Fortunately I did find a nice group of SL stragglers at the pool. We got to talk and ultimately walked over to a restaurant across the street to eat a meal together. DJ Bob put on a hilarious act as a burned out Las Vegas tour guide as we passed by street contruction and a large fenced in pit. I negotiated with him to be spanked as he said he had some play left in him. The scene was delightful and a good post party hangover remedy. After this we reconvened to a very small gathering in Margaret Davis's room. The party pomp was over and we were ready to just sit and chat. D and others got their behinds warmed briefly, but mostly people seemed to want to talk and get to know each other better. This was definitely another favorite party moment.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-26280171949454969902009-09-09T12:01:00.000-07:002009-09-09T13:10:32.897-07:00SL Party Report...We will see how far I get today:<br /><br />Thursday:<br />The drive was nice, though I am not sure I am the long road trip sort. Last year I was able to share the duty with D and an automatic transmission rental car. My financial stars were not so well aligned this year, so I was the sole driver of my stick shift pickup. We arrived at the hotel, unloaded the truck, and promptly ate. After that I started to look for fellow party goers. I was debating with myself already whether to crash in bed or find the party. I got to reconnect with Mr. Shiny a bit after a year and also got to know our delightful room neighbors. After this D, myself, and a couple of other folks went off in search of The SL Thursday Group--or at least a group. It was at this point fatigue proved itself to be the better part of my valor. I was just not up to socializing and felt some funky energy off the group we kept running into, so I excused myself and turned in.<br /><br />Friday:<br />I got up with D, got cleaned up, ironed my shirt, curled my hair, ate my breakfast (yes, this dry recitation of my AM routine DOES have a point), and tidied up the room. I then announced my departure. D looked at me with his innocent and genuinely puzzled blue eyes and asked why I was in such a hurry. The man was still in his tighty whities, unfed, unbathed, and watching the news. I debated whether or not to stay while he ate--quiet room breakfasts were supposed to be part of this trip. However, the rambling MSN cable health care debate was now giving me a headache and I wanted to meet some people already. So I excused myself and went to the cafe downstairs.<br /><br />I ran into a couple of my Phoenix friends who had arrived after I had retired for the night. They had just ordered their breakfast. They asked where D was and without much thought I stated he was "dawdling." The breakfast came and they ate as I sipped coffee. D came down just as they were leaving and appeared genuinely shocked that they were off so soon. We sat and talked to others as the tables simply changed SL hands. I then helped a friend sort out his SL group lunch plans as the restaurant he had intended to use was not going to be open. We then had a delightful lunch with about 25 SLers. The group was growing even as I left for my first session.<br /><br />It was after this I had my first scene with an LV local. This was a spanking/punishment enema scene and the energy was just as good as it was last year. This fellow does not fly--he just howls (evil giggle). Yeah, I had fun. I am not sure what attracts some bottoms to more punishing scenes (I am not that kind of bottom). However, I am certainly glad such bottoms exist.<br /><br />I was pretty spent after this so I sacked out for a nap, then got ready for the Vendor's Faire with Dana. I wore an austere black outfit that apparently brought at least one fellow back to his catholic school days. From what I learned some nuns were allowed to ditch the habit in more recent years for something akin to what I wore.<br /><br />It was here that the party finally caught up with D. Now, my Phoenix friends have (had) this wonderful paddle made of a Hawaiian wood. It met an unfortunate initial demise when it first met D's behind and finally gave up the ghost on the next behind it encountered. What I did not know is that C (one of my Phoenix friends) sent the paddle back to it's maker for "recycling." She recovered enough of the orginal wood to make a smaller piece--then backed it up with a slightly softer wood for greater durability. The resulting paddle has since been dubbed "Gemini." The maker looked at me innocently and told me it was a "heaven and hell" piece as one of the sides *is* made of a softer wood. After seeing it in action I decided that "hell and purgatory" is a more accurate descriptor. This puppy is not gonna break.<br /><br />"M"--my other Phoenix friend--weilded it with enough of a vengeance to get to my experienced, kevlar upholstered partner and at one point brought him to his knees. Few things truly get to D--but he was rubbing his posterier like a truly chastened little boy after this encounter. Of course M and I spent the rest of the Vendors Faire reminding him that his *real* session was coming up afterwards!!<br /><br />I attended the switch men vs women party afterwards without much of a thought to D's fate. That event was quite a hoot. Since the women were outnumbered 2 to 1 we got to choose our spankers when we lost a competition and use implements on the losers if we won. I was nice (hey! I can be nice!) since I did not know many of the guys there. Well, mostly nice. Sorta. I did leave the canes alone.<br /><br />I went in search of D afterwards and eventually found him in our room. Now, like many male bottoms I have met, D has been in search of the elusive cathartic scene for most of his scene life. Apparently, he got it. He was in a *very* chastened place that also happened to orbit the planet Pluto.<br /><br />I deconstructed it later with the top. Now, remember I had briefly mentioned D's "dawdling" earlier in the day. She used that to scold him, and as the scene progressed whaled on his already tenderized butt with canes. Apparently the "dawdling" scolding hit some deeper places within him and he was able to let go.<br /><br />This definitely gave me pause. Now, I am quite able to do cathartic scenes, help people release their guilt if that is their desire, and also do punishment scenes *if asked* by the bottom. Where I fall short though is in *creating rules* and <strong>then</strong> enforcing them. It is not that I can't create rules--it is just that placing another person under *my* authority gives me the squicks. I have enough skeletons and ghosts in my closet regarding authority figures to populate an entire haunted house. Feeling evil in the real (albeit false) sense does not make for good top space.<br /><br />Yet--I did see how D benefited. He is *not* the sort who is ever going to ask directly for discipline. He does need it though. I talked to M about helping me. In the long term I am not sure if I can get past this block myself, or if I am going to have to send D to someone else on occasion to give him what he needs. M, fortunately, is someone who I trust enough to go either way with.<br /><br />I will say though that D did not dawdle for the rest of the trip--and I did not have to book a separate room to avoid non-stop news related headaches.<br /><br />More later...Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-7433788483911258982009-09-08T19:37:00.000-07:002009-09-08T19:38:55.995-07:00Back From VegasI will write some party reports when I feel less tired and dizzy. Went over the damn Dam which cut at least an hour off the return trip but it was still bloody long. I ended up staying an unexpected extra day which was rather nice.<br /><br />More later...Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-38472665460373427432009-08-30T14:59:00.001-07:002009-08-30T15:12:47.608-07:00No, I did not remove your website from my links on purposeSigh.<br /><br />EDIT: Rebuilt it. If I left off yours and I had it on there before, please comment.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-60361143063026660542009-08-29T17:38:00.001-07:002009-08-29T17:38:37.711-07:00The IslanderI finally remembered my durned password, which means I was able to update that blog.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-20831150209560271642009-08-24T19:59:00.000-07:002009-08-24T20:05:34.166-07:00Transferable skillsOne of my coworkers refuses to go to the doctor. She has had the same cold for days and we work with some folks who don't have the greatest hygiene or greatest immune systems.<br /><br />So today I had enough. I went to her, looked her over in a stern way, and said "You <i>are</i> going to see the doctor, yes?" I provided a brief explanation why I thought this behavior might be desirable.<br /><br />*pause*<br /><br />"Can I wait until after work?"<br /><br />I was floored--she had shrugged off everyone else who had made the same suggestion. Finally I asked her what it was about my approach that actually got her to commit to seeing the doctor.<br /><br />She winced a bit and said: "Well, you told me your concerns--but mostly it is that scary mother look you get. You looked like you are going to <i>spank</i> me!"<br /><br />No, this person has no clue. I swear!<br /><br />Apparently this stuff we do starts to show after a while.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-83836727585344035392009-08-17T19:02:00.000-07:002009-08-17T19:58:36.318-07:00Ranting about Bad Doms*sigh*<br /><br />I've seen and heard a *lot* recently so if you think this is directed at you--it is probably not.<br /><br />A lot of us run around with very, very dark fantasies. We want to be owned, dominated, disregarded, punished intensely, used as an object, treated in an arbitrary way, interrogated cruelly, depersonalized, tortured--you get the idea. Or maybe we are on the other side of such fantasies.<br /><br />This is no reason to let down your guard. Real predators are out there. You don't want them. No, really, you don't. Really. I don't care how desperately much you want to be treated as the mere muddy carpet remnant your Master Treads Upon. <b>You Don't Want A Predator!</b><br /><br />Red flag time, folks. Now the presence of these in any individual does not automatically make them a Creep. But if you see a bunch of them--just dig a bit deeper. Slow down. Get references.<br /><br />1. Does the person seem to be "bigger than life" or "extraordinary"? How about extraordinarily charming? <br /><br />2. Do you find yourself sharing things with this person almost immediately that you would take weeks or months to share with any other mere mortal?<br /><br />3. Do you find yourself allowing them liberties that you would not allow most people?<br /><br />4. Do they present themselves as being extraordinarily intelligent--and flaunting it? Dig deeper. Check out their facts. Hell, check out their *grammar*. Yeah, occasionally I've run into an arrogant genius. More frequently I run into arrogant posers who sprinkle their conversation with a bunch of big words. Often these words are mis-used. I avoid these folks on principle.<br /><br />5. Are they vague about their past? Do they claim that they have done extraordinary things, but are skimpy on details when you press them?<br /><br />6. Do they avoid the community? Do they have any friends? Have you seen their friends? Do they go on and on about how inferior the "community" or "society" is?<br /><br />7. Do they think there is no such thing as "hard limits?" Do they believe you should have no limits? Do they consider your limits an imposition on their Grand Domliness? Hey--I am all for consensual limit pushing, if done skillfully. There has to be some respect and care though, regardless of the intensity of the role that is played.<br /><br />8. Do they ever acknowledge or apologize for mistakes--to anyone? What is the quality of their apology? Small and forced if cornered--or appropriate?<br /><br />9. Do they ever self disclose? Do they ever indicate they have feet of clay like the rest of us?<br /><br />10. Do they continually say they are not some sort of creep or are not engaging in some sort of Annoying Behavior? We all will say things occasionally like "I don't mean to dominate the conversation," especially if we know we have that tendency. In conscientious folks this statement will be accompanied by an honest, if imperfect, attempt not to do that thing. Some folks will use such statements as a cover though. If someone says "I don't mean to dominate the conversation" and they *always* do, start looking for other similar examples.<br /><br />11. Do they find ways to isolate you? Do you find yourself, for whatever reason, spending much less time with old friends? Certainly any relationship takes up time--but keeping your friends and ties are your best defense. You need the reality check. There are lots of tricks a person can use to isolate someone. They don't have to be as overt as "you can't see so and so anymore." Generally they won't be that overt--you will just find yourself becoming more and more isolated.<br /><br />13. Do they switch frequently from mean to nice--always with an excuse for the mean? We all do this on occasion, though generally with an apology and a reason. Daily switches though are too much. Excuses with no apology are, well, inexcusable.<br /><br />14. Do you think you are "wrong" all of the time? Are you starting to feel "crazy" or "bad"? If you weren't crazy, bad, or perpetually wrong before, you probably are not now. Some people have a nifty way of dumping their crazy on others and then denying anything to do with it.<br /><br />15. Does the person appear to fill some longing need in you? Do they seem perfect for you in every way? If it seems too good to be true....<br /><br />16. Oh, and the last one for today. Do they act impatient or defensive when you ask to slow down and check references? Do they hint that theirs is an offer you must accept *now* or lose forever? Don't fall for the used car salesman routine. No inspection, no sale.<br /><br />There is a difference between a predator and a responsible Dom with an objectification, degradation, humiliation, punishment, or total power exchange fetish. The latter possesses a conscience. They will give you a great ride, but will not want to break their toy. The former....may just not want to get caught in the event they do break their toy.<br /><br />And yes, these items apply to subs as well.<br /><br /><br />Not an inclusive list, but I am done for the day. I feel much better now. /RantWednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-87167408454783559302009-07-12T19:35:00.000-07:002009-07-12T19:38:25.232-07:00Another victim of the economy :-(Fetish Alive, a local fetish consignment store/dungeon, is closing July 31st. This is the place that has hosted a couple of our open invitation Sun Valley Spankos parties. I just feel crappy for the owners right now. I also feel crappy for many of the regular presenters who never really got a hearing elsewhere (including a foot fetishist who happens to be a class guy).<br /><br />This sux.<br /><br />:-(Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-46501392460085168492009-05-29T19:43:00.000-07:002009-05-29T19:46:54.105-07:00I've been missed, apparentlyThanks J :-)<br /><br />Not too sure I am ready to post yet. I've been dealing with some chronic health issues that have flared up recently and a bit of <i>sturm und drang</i>. Health issues seem to have settled a bit and I think I am on the backside of the sturm und drang--hopefully.<br /><br />Had some cool things happen recently. Hopefully I can make them fresh enough when I attempt to post about them.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-83705806413814670762009-03-27T17:51:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:06:41.195-07:00DD update: RewardsWell, I am writing again. My brain has slowed down somewhat. I will see how it goes though...<br /><br />My last attempt to convince D to exercise worked out well. After the discipline session I also offered a reward for good behavior. So tonight we are going out to his favorite restaurant for a meatloaf dinner. His exercise has been consistent and the computer area is now spotless (he mistook "keeping it clean" for "cleaning it every day" but I am inclined to let sleeping schedules lie).<br /><br />I am going to try a monthly reward schedule with him. A "good boy" spanking will be a default unless he is sore from previous party adventures, but I also talked to him about other things he might want. So far we have meatloaf dinners, building up his music collection one CD at a time, and him being able to get a one month membership to a desired spanking site.<br /><br />I am sure we will think of other things too. This makes a handy holiday list too, actually.<br /><br />Of course I will take care of slip ups weekly and restart the reward clock then if needed.<br /><br />So a question to the audience. Do you use rewards in DD? Do you like to receive them? If you do use them or receive them what are your favorites?<br /><br />I know there is a difference of opinion on using rewards at all. Some have told me they don't use them because they want the person to do the action for the intrinsic benefit or for the sake of obedience. WRT to M/s relationships and some relationships tending towards D/s I do grok that philosophy. However for D, the things he needs help with are things that we all have trouble being motivated to do from time to time. Spanking or meatloaf helps him--setting a good example for him is helping me (I have a hard time looking him in the eye regarding an exercise dispute if I am not on *my* exercise plan).Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-70221977397843769572009-03-23T19:39:00.001-07:002009-03-23T19:39:58.577-07:00It may be a bit before I post againIt won't be long. I am in a bit of a transformative phase right now and I need to simmer more than I need to write. I will be back next month for sure.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-53203728848123205092009-03-13T20:07:00.001-07:002009-03-13T20:08:43.297-07:00ShadowlaneI couldn't stand it. I just joined so I am waiting through the 48 hour processing period. D has been getting a bit of work so it was just time. I think joining just after a party is good too. Everyone will be there and I won't be chewing my thumbs off over missing a future party.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-61948723186069032682009-03-12T19:36:00.000-07:002009-03-12T19:39:29.839-07:00Going to Tucson this weekendMy Shadowlane consolation prize is going to end up being this weekend--though it turns out it won't have a whole lot to do with spanking. It will still be a blast. Look at _The Islander_ for a hint and stay tuned for a report there if you dare ;-). Next weekend I will be less busy--though I am doing a paddling demo for an SM 101 at one of our BDSM groups.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-33788581332629385902009-03-02T22:42:00.000-08:002009-03-02T22:43:36.016-08:00Judicial CP vs CPThis came up tonight and I realized that there *is* a difference in my mind. So I posted about it over at _The Islander_.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-36410387224838635522009-03-02T21:59:00.000-08:002009-03-02T22:00:28.529-08:00I turned word verification offI am not sure why I had it on to begin with. I think I overlooked it when I set up this blog. "fackjar" was a bit over the top...Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-85496025298537631822009-03-02T11:02:00.000-08:002009-03-02T11:33:23.551-08:00You can't make this stuff upI shouldn't post today--I still have brain fog/irritability. But I am bored. Too sick to go to work (esp where I work) but not sick enough to be flat on my back in bed. So I will take my chances...<br /><br />Anyhow, the dinner I referenced yesterday was <i>very</i> interesting. We went to a Sushi/Teppenyaki restaurant and reserved a Teppenyaki table. For anyone who has not gone to a Teppenyaki restaurant it is basically a combination of cooking and performance art. You sit family style at a table that contains a grill in the center. After you order a cook comes up and cooks your meal in front of you. It starts with the obligatory fireball that nearly sears off your eyebrows, then a little spatula drumming and juggling, and various antics with the food. This cook/performer had a gift with eggs. He could toss raw ones in the air and catch them on a metal spatula without cracking them.<br /><br />So my techie spanko friend is the disciplinarian/mentor for a young female friend of the family. I will call her "M". Anyhow M was sitting next to me on one side, D on the other side. The techie spanko friend was there too with her husband. Anyhow, the cook comes up and start juggling eggs. One slipped and cracked on the grill and he said "I am going to have to spank that."<br /><br />Yeah, you can imagine the reaction that got, esp. out of M. We were all hooting (somewhat to the puzzlement of the <i>other</i> family there) but M turned about 11 shades of red and tucked her head.<br /><br />Well, this performer now had his act cut out for him and he ran away with it. He dropped another egg on purpose and stated he would have to spank that too (now M was 14 shades of red). He kept up a monologue of various things, catching eggs in his hat, juggling the spice containers, then threw a piece of chicken breast out on the grill.<br /><br /><i>"Spank that chicken. Who your daddy??"</i> he exclaimed in an oriental accent as he proceeded to whack the chicken breast with his spatula. More juggling--the fried rice got put on plates and he asked the <i>other</i> family how they would like their steak done. They put in their orders and then he put the steak on the grill.<br /><br /><i>"<b>Spank</b> that steak!! Who your Daddy?? Now <b>you</b> spank that steak!!"</i><br /><br />He handed the spatula off to M and kept asking her to spank the steak!!<br /><br />She gave it a half hearted whack. I was howling myself at this point and could not longer contain myself, so I said <i>"<b>Spank</b> that steak! You know you want to! You know you have it in you! Spank it or I will have to!!"</i><br /><br />M gave me this look, sighed, and gave the steak a good whack.<br /><br /><i>"Very good! That how spank a steak!"</i><br /><br />It took us all awhile to calm down enough to eat. I wonder what the conversation was like for the other family when they drove home.<br /><br />No, you really can't make this stuff up.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-35897835912692005422009-03-01T19:40:00.000-08:002009-03-01T19:46:16.895-08:00D is OK...He is an extremely heavy CP bottom. He is known in Phoenix for it. I definitely check my force with anyone else. Today--no marks except for some minor ones on his far sweet spot.<br /><br />And yes, we will move on to other non-CP things if this does not work...<br /><br />EDIT: part of why he got so many paddle strokes is because our friend *gave* us a rebuilt CPU (well, we bartered but it will take me time to work off my end of the barter). She was not amused to find the area had not been cleaned and no follow up initiated. If I had purchased one it would have been a different story from her end.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-85447465709576727462009-03-01T18:23:00.000-08:002009-03-01T18:39:19.759-08:00DD logFirst of two posts about yesterday...<br /><br />OK--last week was a rough one for D and I and he got off track on his exercise. I did not.<br /><br />We went to a dungeon party yesterday after having some dinner with friends. Now, on my way to the dinner I notified him that he had 4 cane strokes coming for failing to exercise.<br /><br />Then I realized something else. My hard drive <i>did</i> fail last week. The computer spanking episode was it's last gasp. It stayed on after that until I could arrange repairs. I have a spanko techie friend who came over Thursday to have a look. Basically the thing was DOA and would not turn on after we put it back together. Yes, my data got backed up before we turned it off.<br /><br />Anyhow, we noticed that the CPU case was full of dust. Upon looking for the cause of said dust we noticed dust all over the desk and around it. D came in at that point and my friend notified him that he had an assignment to get rid of that dust. D agreed...<br /><br />...And failed to tell me that he did not completely understand the assignment. He therefore failed to do it.<br /><br />So as I was assessing him for 4 strokes I realized this and tacked a 5th stroke on.<br /><br />Well, the friends we went to dinner with is actually the family of my spanko techie friend. This subject did come up, and she decided she needed to discipline him herself after my caning with 25 strokes from a very large, very holey frat style paddle.<br /><br />Yikes!<br /><br />Now, the reason I only assessed 5 strokes was because I realized in practicing the judicial caning that I had more ability with a cane than I realized. I can't do the 360 degree throw with a 4 ft cane safely quite yet but I certainly can with a 2 ft cane. That alone was no joke. I had ("had" being the key word here) 2 inexpensive everyday canes that became the "sacrifice". Both exploded on their second stroke leaving me with one more--which I did with a longer, much nicer cane my friend offered to me. That last stroke, D reported, was the most severe he has ever received. The man has a kevlar caboose--so I was impressed this got through to him.<br /><br />He received quite the paddling from both of us afterwards.<br /><br />When I am better I am going to rummage around and find that old discipline log I made last September. D needs more discipline than I thought and I need to start keeping track of it.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-79382525514380335852009-03-01T11:56:00.000-08:002009-03-01T12:15:33.884-08:00Judicial Caning III have a lot to post about from yesterday, but I am nursing some sort of bug (not a good one). So I am going to have to wait until later in the week before I will have the energy to give this stuff the justice it deserves. However, here is a short one for today.<br /><br />I am starting to piece together this judicial caning deal. I looked around the Internet for video and found some useful stuff. I found some approaches to throwing the cane that will work better for me than taking a step. I also found that anything up to about 5 strokes (assuming they don't all land on the same spot) is within the realm of what your average heavy bottom can tolerate. That and I will never cane as hard as a male 10 years my junior. So while plenty of precautions have to be made in regards to intense practice and protecting the bottom, this seems doable. Apparently the very devastating pics one sees comes from 12-24 stroke canings. The first strokes cause welts and a bit of an abrasion wound--it is the second and third overlapping strokes that removes hide. Given the size of the cane relative to the backside about 6 is all that will fit there if the caner is extraordinarily skilled. After that overlaps are expected.<br /><br />Anyhow, the fact that this seems doable is a good thing because I already have 3 bottoms asking for it and I am sure there is a 4th who will be hitting me up as soon as she hears about it. This thing is taking on a life of its own.<br /><br />The idea of practicing every day seems good. Of all the implements out there I am finding that the cane speaks to me most of all--even more than the singletail (which is powerful enough for me in it's own right).<br /><br />Now I need to construct a better cover for my martial arts target. I am thinking of using a largish pair of thrift store jeans. I can cut off most of the legs, make good use of some heavy sewing thread and then fill it up with sand. My biggest challenge will be hitting both cheeks evenly--so I need simulated cheeks. Later I will figure out how to create a kidney/wrap guard from some foam rubber and sturdy fabric. I like what the Malaysians use so I will reproduce that.<br /><br />I will have to say--I do bottom to ordeal scenes on occasion but I think I'll pass on this particular one and keep to my hooks. I have found the limit to my "experience what you inflict" philosophy for sure. Anyone who bottoms to me on this is going to have to first prove their fortitude on a few different occasions before I will consent (and yes, the 4 bottoms I have in mind already have).Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-24434017685942281102009-02-27T18:58:00.001-08:002009-02-27T19:09:38.200-08:00Judicial CaningMy newest skills acquisition project...<br /><br />I don't have this completely figured out yet. If I take a step while swinging a 4ft judicial style cane with a 360 degree arc, that is a really, really hard stroke. I once hit my martial arts target with one of those--Dana heard it outside halfway to the mailboxes (a towel is a great sound muffler, I learned that day). I think it may be too hard to be realistic (unless the person in question is an uber-fit male ex-marine with a prison punishment fetish).<br /><br />So I think it will go like this. I will practice the full stroke in the same spirit that my old martial arts instructor told us to practice both hard and easy stuff. Doing something at the high end of your ability makes the other stuff easy. I love it when a previously difficult skill turns into "effortless effort." Doing something challenging and mastering that really does the trick for the less difficult stuff. This is sort of the spanking equivalent of learning to break 5 boards (you have to be in really deep dog doo to have to use that much force in an actual fight but it is good to learn anyway).<br /><br />But, in rl I think I am going to have to modify the stroke (no step, reduced arc, smaller cane, less force, etc). I already have a willing crash test dummy lined up for when I can go live. So my first session will definitely be an experiment erring on the side of caution. I am not far away from having this down--but a couple months of practice are still in order.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-44370237606283582692009-02-25T21:26:00.000-08:002009-02-25T21:57:00.134-08:00How a Technoretarded Spanko fixes a computerI still can't believe it...<br /><br />My computer started acting up a month ago or so by requiring more and more tries before it would successfully boot. We have been waiting on tax money to fix it, so we have been keeping it turned on to avoid a premature failure.<br /><br />So today the tax money came in, and the monitor failed. Since the monitor failed we had to turn the machine off in the process of replacing it.<br /><br />So we trotted down to Best Buy, got a new monitor, hooked it up--and could not boot after a dozen tries.<br /><br />Now this week has sucked so far and this was the last straw for me so I sat staring at the TV while D tried to start the thing about a dozen times. He pointed out a clicking noise the machine was making before showing the blue screen of death.<br /><br />It started to annoy me. Suddenly the idea popped in my head that maybe the CPU needed a spanking. No joke.<br /><br />Actually I just wanted to shake things up in there because it suddenly occurred to me what the Dell dingbats probably did when they fixed it the last time. The sound has not been working (a loose audio card, maybe). Now the clicking and intermittent booting? Seems like they left a few screws loose to match the loose screws in their heads (Who, me? Have a grudge against Hell--er Dell. Nah!).<br /><br />I figured rattling things around a bit when the clicking was happening might shake something into place long enough to boot the thing.<br /><br />I was shocked as hell when it actually worked!<br /><br />Damn.<br /><br />I am fed up though. It is time I took a computer repair course (well once D gets employed). It is really getting under my skin that I have become so dependent on a piece of machinery that I can't make basic repairs to (besides component hookups and therapeutic spankings).Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-66272780390889220002009-02-23T18:33:00.000-08:002009-02-23T18:35:22.148-08:00A quick whineI *miss* the SL board, dammit.<br /><br />I am hoping D gets a break soon on employment (he is following some promising leads). I wanna talk to my friends again!<br /><br />I may end up breaking down and using some of that economic stimulus tax break $ on re-upping my membership. I am sure Tony and Eve can use it right about now.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653352155671837094.post-26646026261653460752009-02-19T21:28:00.000-08:002009-02-19T21:44:02.087-08:00What happened to the Domestic Discipline??It's back.<br /><br />It went away for a few months there because of stress. I had just gotten out of D back in September that he wanted a loose DD dynamic to our relationship. Nothing very stringent--it is just that there are a couple of good habits he wants to adopt.<br /><br />Shortly after we started a DD plan the Economy struck, my job became a soap opera, and I got a bit depressed.<br /><br />Well, the economy still stinks but we have gotten used to our new budget, the fellow causing the soap opera at work quit, and that ritual scene I participated in several weeks ago snapped me out of my funk. I've taken the necessary steps to stay out of the funk.<br /><br />Which leads me to the little matter of D's wristwatch. Despite the small size of our condo we have 3 pieces of exercise equipment in one end of the living room. There is the NordicTrac and the Bow Flex that I use (along with a small collection of free weights) and then there is the stationary bike D is <i>supposed</i> to be using.<br /><br />Now, I re-upped my exercise efforts as an antidote to the blues and was gratified over the last few days to see that D had his wristwatch on the "dashboard" part of the exercise bike. It was comforting. It meant he was working out and timing it. The man is very ritualistic with his stuff so I figured that watch was there with a purpose. I don't expect the man to turn into Charles Atlas--I just want him to maintain basic cardiovascular health.<br /><br />Well, my exercise fantasy bubble got popped today when D asked me if I had seen his wristwatch. I told him it was on the exercise bike. He commented "Well that just shows how long it has been since I have used that watch!"<br /><br />Ahem.<br /><br />Once I collected my thoughts I told him that it was also an indicator of how long it had been since he had used that bike!<br /><br />He had sworn up and down a few weeks ago that he could remember to exercise without the DD.<br /><br />Apparently not.<br /><br />So the DD is back. I told him it is back and to start using the thing 10 min a day, 5 days a week.<br /><br />Later I playfully whacked him with a hairbrush. He lay on the bed and I dug out the 3 ft remains of a Singapore cane that I had broken months ago and whacked him with it about 10 times. I ended up with an instant contrite little boy--who seemed to listen more attentively when I told him the exercise <i>is</i> going to happen from now on.<br /><br />It is going to happen from now on. And yeah, D just looked over my shoulder a minute ago to see what I am writing and winced.Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399940907166809970noreply@blogger.com4