Monday, 20 November 2017

Cassie's Life and a Thank You

Some of you know already, some will have read it but I still want to give a heads up to those who don't know.

Our friend PK, a super author and blogger has another Cassie book out.

I've loved Cassie from the day I found her - so I'm thrilled to bits there's another book out.

So, what are you waiting for  - go buy (here or here), read it and leave a review, simple.

Thank you to all who left a comment on LOL days, especially to my lurkers who came out and said hello and of course not forgetting Hermione for hosting LOL days.

Have a good week.


Saturday, 18 November 2017

Hello to all my Lurkers

It's that time of the year again. The twelfth annual Love Our Lurkers event. Two days (17th - 18th) when we bloggers ask our silent readers to come out of hiding.

So come out, come out wherever you are from and say hello.

We are a friendly bunch of bloggers and yes we were all lurkers once upon a time so we do know that leaving a comment can be daunting but today is your day - so please, don't be bashful, de-lurk, no names, no long story just a simple hello would be great but if, for one reason or another, you feel you can't leave a comment because you're nervous or shy, whatever, that's fine by me as well. I am always grateful for your visit to my humble little blog. 

Sadly, I'm not going to be around today.

Hermione will be listing all bloggers who are joining in - so why not pop over, you might find some new friends.

Enjoy LOL day(s) and have a fun weekend.


Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Careful what you wish for

Quite a few years ago I asked my husband to assist me to lose weight, it was vanity not medically necessary or anything like that. I didn't want him to run up hills with me (although at that time I was jogging quite a bit) or dine over plates of rice and vegetables and pretend they were delicious. No, it was much simpler; I set some weight targets and asked him to spank me if I didn't achieve them. Now I know that all sounds very contrived and I'll admit I've often sought ways, by hook or by crook to get spanked more, but my husband agreed at the time to do it only if the spanking was by cane because, he argued, it had to be a serious deterrent and he wasn't prepared to indulge me artificially.

He was right. He did cane me when I failed to meet targets, it went on for several weeks and it did work because the canings were not erotic, he made sure they weren't. I lost the weight.

Now, those who've met me recently know I'm not overweight but my weight is creeping upwards and has been for a couple of months. P says it's not a bad thing but I don't like my clothes getting tighter on me and I don't like having to take next-size-up with me to the dressing room when I'm shopping because, you know, after a while next size up becomes okay and you accept it as the norm and when you've bought enough new clothes you just wear the older ones less and so it goes on.

So I asked P if he could assist me again. Logical as ever, he said self control was the best way and that I didn't need to lose weight in any case. I told him I did and if I produced a graph of my weight record since August he'd have a different view, and it was all one way, upward. I knew that would get his attention. He said 'go on then, show me' but I couldn't because I haven't done one but I did tell him my weight in August and my current weight, which is more than half a stone higher. And increasing, I added for good measure. He said he wouldn't spank me for being at my current weight because he thinks it's about right but he would consider spanking me if it went much higher...but also if it dropped back much lower so I should work on maintaining a sensible status quo. Then he disappeared upstairs, returning two minutes later with cane in hand.

"If I'm going to assist you, you'd better have a reminder of what my assistance will feel like and we'd better be quite clear there will be no compromising. We'll agree numbers and that will be it. Now come over here."

"P, I don't need reminding, I remember, we haven't talked this through.."

"We've talked quite enough for me to get the picture and know what's needed and I don't want to confuse it with any misconceptions about your weight or my views on it. If you genuinely want my help you'll heed my views, accept my advice on self control and accept the consequences we agree on if it doesn't work".

"Now come here if you want me in on this."

"Ok OK but please just give me an indication of what will happen." I didn't want to lose his cooperation but I didn't actually want the cane either (who said that's a one-off).

So I shuffled across and he put me firmly over the back of the sofa. I thought he might cane me over my jeans but then his hands came round my waist, belt and stud undone, jeans dragged down to my thighs. He told me to keep my hands flat on the seat and to stay in position until he told me I could get up and then tell him if I still wanted his help. He gave me half a dozen really hard stingers and fast too, hardly space to get my breath between strokes. I squealed out really loud at the last two and nearly dived forward onto the sofa seat. He told me to get up, my face was burning, I was furious and indignant I hadn't expected it so hard and I was stomping my feet and trying to pull my shirt tail down over my blazing buttocks which was ridiculous because nothing would put the fire out. I could feel tears forming as I stood there waiting for one of us to speak. It was him.

"So is a deal on or off, and if it's on let's set a weight range and then dates or intervals for measuring over. And you know what you'll be getting if you screw up." There was silence for a while as I tried not to blink because I was sure it would let a tear roll down my cheek. "Well?"

I said it was on and could I pull my jeans up now please and he hadn't needed to cane me that hard, and I turned away to do my belt back up. He said that was how it would be so I was under no illusion. Then he went and made a cup of tea and we agreed the details. There was no sex, which would I suppose have been inappropriate and I didn't fancy anyway. Just sensible conversation at the end of which he gave me a hug and said he hoped he didn't have to do that again and that my current weight is just great.   

I thought later in the day that just having him genuinely like my current weight could be enough encouragement for me without the deterrent of the cane. We'll see.


Monday, 13 November 2017

A Smile for Today

Have a good week.


First picture from Red over at Consensual Spanking.
Let me know if second one is yours.

Saturday, 11 November 2017

For the Fallen

You all probably know this one (or parts of it), it's the most famous of war poems in English. It was first published in The Times on September 21 1914, a few weeks after the First World War began on July 28 that year. Laurence was too old to enlist in the Great War but volunteered in hospitals helping wounded French Soldiers, and wrote For the Fallen in Cornwall shortly after the Battle of the Marne.

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon

Remembering all who went to battle and never came home.

Thank you.
today, tomorrow forever.