I was just researching dates for a rather unusual calendar that I’m giving someone for Christmas (you can personalize it with anything you want) and I discovered some dates for 2007 that might be of general interest to this group.
February 10: National (International?) Plimsoll Day — And I know just how to celebrate!
April 30 (USA): National Spank Out Day — No idea what this is, but it sounds delightful. It also happens to be National Honesty Day, which might not be as good for some people.
These are the ones I found so far. Anyone else have any fun ones to add?
The tops of my thighs are quite stingy at the moment. Especially with my sweats rubbing against them. Or rather, with my sweats rubbing against my pajama bottoms rubbing against them.
Wooden spoons really are evil. As are drafty apartments.
So, um, I posted last week about how I've got a bed time now. And that I get a reprieve for Saturday nights.
Well, last night was Saturday night so I knew I could stay up to watch Saturday Night Live provided that I was in bed by midnight. And I sorta watched SNL. I mean, it was on in the background. While I talked on the phone. Until about 12:55 am. And while I was sitting on my bed, I wasn't exactly in bed (whoever knew that prepositions could be so important?). Or even ready for bed. Indeed, I didn't actually make it into bed with the lights out until 1:15 am.
"Right. I have to have a think about your punishment," A. said to me tonight on the phone with that stern, British accent of his.
So tonight I'll be going to bed at 12 am sharp. And wondering about what my punishment is going to be.
Last Saturday, I got my first spanking in months. Well, "I" in a slightly loose sense of the word.
I've been debating about whether or not to write this post for several weeks, but I've decided that I think it could be both really good for conversation and really good for me to write out. So here it is.
After more than two years of being in a relationship that included discipline, I now find myself without it. Without discipline and without the relationship, that is. (And actually, I moved into my relationship with M from another one that incorporated discipline, so I guess that means it's been about three and a half years since I've been on my own in that sense.) Aside from the normal gut-wrenching, soul-piercing pain that accompanies any break up, I'm also dealing with the loss of any practical
application of discipline in my life. At this point I'm still dealing with a lot of the initial grief and the loss of discipline feels kind of minor. But it's starting to raise its head in small ways.
I did something really stupid last night. It was inexcusable, particularly in our house. That being said, I had a terrible headache (i.e. edging to a migraine) which to this moment in time hasn’t gone away completely.
What did I do? Put a slab of London broil on the boiler, put it in the oven, set the oven to low, and went and sat down on the couch with the princess. She climbed up on my lap and we got all cuddly and watched Scooby-Doo.
And I fell asleep.
I woke up to the smoke detector blaring at full volume.
It’s been almost ten years since I delurked on alt.sex.spanking. This past month, sparkle’s husband Chris wrote a bit about delurking and the effect it’s had on his life, mostly in terms of people he’s met on-line and off. This blog, of course, is an example of wonderful connections we’ve made. Generally I forget that I’ve been around for a while (and likewise I forget that I’m getting old) and therefore I’ve been fortunate enough to have met a lot of very kewl people in this scene.
But I had another “wow, I know some people who are famous” moment recently. Maybe my most profound one. So pardon me while I brag on a friend.
You see, a dear friend, Fiona Locke, has a novel that’s just been published this week. It’s called Over the Knee and it has clearly been written by someone very into our scene for people like me (and you too if you read and like this site). Yes, I know someone who’s written and published a real, on-paper spanking book.
But that wasn’t all. I mean, I’ve met and chatted with a few other spanking authors (Eve Howard and Devlin O’Neill) at Shadow Lane parties and some other BDSM / kink writers like Miranda Austin and Janet Hardy from the newsgroup. In the case of Fiona’s book though, I know the person who took the picture on the book’s cover. I know both the spanker and the spankee in the picture (okay, so it’s Fiona and her partner, but how often do you know of an author posing for the cover image?). And I know (and live with) the person who built her website. Although I contributed nothing to the success of this venture, I still feel so excited about it.
Besides, as great as reading stories online is, isn’t there something especially wonderful about having a book about spanking in your hands?
For the first time in our four and half year relationship, A. is enforcing a bedtime for me.
Both he and I have generally been night owls, appreciating a certain level of creative energy that comes in the wee hours. Long ago I used to be a morning person, but since my illness has reeked havoc with my circadian rhythm, I’ve been a I’ll-go-to-sleep-whenever-I’m-damn-well-tired-enough-to-and-
wake-up-whenever-I-damn-well-wake-up sort of person.
However, since being diagnosed with and beginning treatment for hypothyroidism at the end of August, my circadian rhythm has settled down into some regularity. By midnight I start getting pretty sleepy and if I stay up much later, I’m barely able to drag myself into the bathroom to brush my teeth, floss, pee, etc. And for the next two days I’ll be groggy regardless of how late I slept in.
But, well, despite how much sense it makes to go to bed at midnight, I’d never quite make it there before 1 or 2 or even 3 am. I mean, I’ve been going to bed in the am for years now, so I just don’t think about getting ready for bed at, say, 11 pm.
Well, I do now.
Some months my hormones rage. I tend to rage with them. It’s not every month, nor reliably on the 26th day or two days before I start bleeding. It just happens sometimes and at different intensities.
Last month, at about day five of my menstrual cycle I thought to myself, “Oh wow! Hey, I didn’t have PMS.” I mentioned it to Chris and he agreed that it really had been a smooth month.
We should have knocked on wood.