Happy Spanksgiving!

I hope you have all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and Spanksgiving weekend.  This was the first year Simon and I were together for the holiday.  We were not able to go be with either of our families this year due to his work schedule.  Thursday he worked the evening shift, so I planned Thanksgiving dinner for Friday.  I spent most of the day cooking and did the traditional turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and all the trimmings.  I broke out the china and crystal and set the dining room table for just the two of us.  Everything came out perfect and I was so proud of myself!  I could not believe I had cooked all of that and everything had come out just the way my mom and my grandma had always made it.  Simon loved it.  He ate a ton of food and kept saying "See, I knew you could cook!"  I think it really meant a lot to him that I made it special by using the china just for us too.  We rarely eat at the dining table.

Saturday we celebrated Spanksgiving. We bought a new TV for our bedroom.  Yes I know many people feel a TV in the bedroom is bad for intimacy.  Those people do not have a box full of spanking videos in the closet.  Simon was feeling frisky and Jeanette was not.  When I did not respond immediately as he thought I should, he pouted.  Come on now, you can't just start groping and think a girl is ready to go at a moment's notice!  He thinks everything should be spur of the moment spontaneous and that getting up to throw the cat out of the room ruins the mood.  He thinks the cat nosing in on our good time ruins the mood too so you can't really win there.  Maybe he's read too many romance novels where everything goes perfectly,  I don't know.

So anyway.  The TV saved my Spanksgiving.  We talked about the fact that I need some sort of spanko stimulation to turn me on and decided to dig out a spanking video to watch on the new TV.  Yes the first movie on the new TV was spanking porn.  Go us!   Simon picked a video and decided we should copy what they do on the screen.  So over his lap I went for a hand spanking warmup.  We followed with the leather paddle and the wooden school paddle as they most closely matched the implements being used on screen.  I ended up nice and red and all warmed up (wink, wink). 

A looong while later we got up and showered and went out to dinner.  It was a nice end to a great day.  We don't get a lot of time to just be together.  We normally only have Sundays off together so a Saturday was a rare treat and we took full advantage of it. 

This year I am especially thankful for Simon and our life together.  I have had times in my life where I was lonely and times where I was miserable in myself and my relationships.  I am so grateful for what we have now.  Simon and I are truly blessed.  It was a long road getting here but I think that journey makes us appreciate where we arrived even more. 

Happy Holidays!

Fifty Shades of Awkward

Maybe it's just me but I don't like my "vanilla" friends talking about kink to me, it makes me uncomfortable.  Now let me start by saying that I have no idea if my friends actually are kinky, but they live in the vanilla part of my life and I want them to stay there.  

I have a friend I am going to call Betty.  She is a wonderful friend both in and out of work.  She is also slightly obsessed with "Fifty Shades of Grey."  I really don't like discussing the books with her.  Am I the only one who found it awkward when my secret fetish became the "in" thing?  It feels uncomfortable to me and I don't know why exactly.  Maybe the fact that I am not "out" to my friends and family makes me feel threatened.  I almost said too much to Betty once and I try to stay away from the topic of those books because of it.

Maybe Betty is secretly a spanko too, I don't know and I don't really want to.  Lots of people like a swat now and then but it's a different thing entirely to want to be paddled until your backside is black and blue... for fun.  In a way, I feel that by turning our lifestyles into smutty mainstream romance novels it tried to cheapened what we have and who we are.  Plus, there's a lot of excellent spanko and BDSM writing out there that could have represented us all so much more accurately. 

I love this part of my life, but it is very private.  I blog anonymously to maintain that privacy.  It just feels a little too close to home when my friends are swooning over those books.  Yes I said swooning.  There's just no other word for it.  I will be glad when the next trend comes along and pushes this one out of the way.

So, is it just me?  Does anyone else feel weird when their secret kinky life brushes too close to their vanilla life?  Or do you look at these books as a way to talk about TTWD with vanillas without having to out yourself? 

Belated Happy LOL Day!

As always, I am a day late and a dollar short to the party.  I had SUCH good intentions too.  I always do.  Enough of my excuses, just know that I appreciate all who drop by to read my little blog no matter what day it is.  I would love to hear from anyone who wants to comment.  I myself am a serial lurker, so if you want to lurk here go ahead.  I will leave a plate of cookies and a pot of coffee on the table next to the comfy chairs. 

This little blog is my attempt to step out into the world a little more and connect with others who do this thing we do.  Simon and I are learning to be a couple in a day to day relationship after so much time long distance.  Add in learning to be a spanking couple in that day to day relationship and it has some extra ups and downs.  I always worry what to write here.  How much is too much?   Am I going to hurt his feelings?  Will I bore my readers?  Does this make my butt look big?  Oh wait, different worry list.  You get the idea.

I appreciate all who have left kind and welcoming comments here and hope to get to know you all better in the coming year.  Happy LOL Day and many spanks to you all!  :)

~Jeanette~

Bottom vs. Spoon

I had a run in with an old nemesis last night.  The nasty, stingy wooden spoon.  It's your basic run of the mill, kitchen aisle, wooden spoon.  Nothing fancy, but stings like a swarm of bees attacking your bare bottom.  (You all know what I am talking about.)

Last night Simon decided someone needed a spanking, and that someone was me! Yay!  I was very happy he was feeling up to doing some spanking, it's been a while and I was extra happy he felt good enough to be the one initiating it.  But then I started dragging my feet.  Funny how easy it is to say I want a spanking when I am not going to get one and how hard it is to let myself admit I want it when it is staring me in the face.  I still have moments where my mind can not quite grasp that my body likes this.

Anyway...

I ended up draped over Simon's lap on our great big, comfy new bed.  Half the arsenal was sitting next to him which did not make me happy since it has been so long since my last spanking.  I was super tense and could not relax which frustrated me.  When I get frustrated while someone is smacking my butt with a stingy mean spoon I get mad and then I cry.  So I did.  I told him I was not in the good place and he offered to stop but I didn't want to be left in the BAD place.  Ugh.  So he asked me if I wanted him to spank me out of it.  I said, "I don't know," which means yes but I was having a really hard time with saying yes.

So he spanked me some more and I cried a bit and threatened a bit and was dramatic, but as he pointed out towards the end, I never told him I was done and to stop.  And so we come to the spoon...

I was having a decent mix of hand spanking and leather paddle with the donkey hide rubber paddle mixed in( and not being awful for once) when Simon picked up his dumb spoon and started stinging my backside with bee-sting swats.  I was squawking in my usual colorful and loud fashion when the spoon broke!

Yes folks that's right, my bottom finally defeated the nasty old spoon!  There is something so satisfying about breaking an implement with your butt.  It's like when you play expert level Minesweeper for 3 days hours and finally win.  The spoon can now be retired as the 3rd implement to be defeated by my bottom.  Go me! 

That was by no means the end of my spanking but it seemed to make me happy enough to get to a better space in my head.  After that, I enjoyed a light to medium spanking with the leather strap and we finished out feeling pretty good.  I was not very sore, it takes a lot for it to linger, but I had a couple of small bruises this morning.  I felt better and I hope we're getting back on the spanko wagon.

Of course I came home cranky today, so I probably need another one...
Spanking not spoon that is!