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Over The Line With Water Balloons

I still have little time- far too little but I just wanted to pop in and tell you about a typical moment of my life right now.

I have these flashes of temper. It s not normal for me and every day I swear I won’t lose it but I do. Last night I wanted pudding (dessert for Americans) but Dexter did not want any. Girl law is clear that we cannot eat pudding alone.

I nipped out after a rather terse exchange and when I got back Dexter had put a little chocolate bar by my tea cup. That is sweet, isn’t it? It shows a kind man. So quite why i felt  I had to pick t up, open the kitchen door and throw it in to the kitchen slamming the door behind me is a bit beyond me. I said nothing, just sat down next to him on the sofa again.

There was a moment of silence. I don’t know what was in Dexter’s head but n mine was jus the simple thought, ‘Bugger. I just pushed it too far. I am bound to get spanked.’

It is so unlike me. Normally I am very difficult as i work hard at stepping up to the line, looking at it and letting my skirts braze along it. It is hard to spank me sometimes without feeliing you are being mean. But last night I looked at the line and took a running jump over it pelting Dexter with water balloons as I flew past.

He spanked me of course. It happened about 14 seconds after I sat down. Pyjama pulled down and a really hard hand spanking on my bare bum. I knew I had been so awful that I could not even argue. That made it worse. I just had to take it. I cried a little.

Then I snuggled up in his arms and had the most lovely night.

Later on I was a very sweet tempered girl indeed.

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The Look

The spanking man has a weapon unlike any other. It is not a paddle or a belt- it is a skill, a quality that shows his soul through his eyes. It is known as “The look.”

His look makes a girl sit still for a moment and try to think other thoughts. It makes her tummy drop so low that it seems almost that she wants him to touch her.

But she doesn’t. She doesn’t even want him to look at her.

She wants to hide and then maybe, after some time has passed, she would like him to kiss her.

But I have a look too and this is it.

This is such a perfect drawing of my expression when I am about to be spanked. I get  a bit angry, although I would deny that. I tell myself, and Dexter if he would listen, that I would be perfectly happy to be spanked if only he had a good reason to do it. It is just that today, right now, he is being a bit ridiculous and it is only fair that I tell him so.

I would like to tell you that this attitude changes before I end up over his knee but it doesn’t.

I would also like to tell you that he realises his mistakes and stops before my mood is stripped away from me. But he never does.

 

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You Are Going To Have To Spank Me

I should have a fantasy Monday post here. I have one and it is  half written. I have 53 half written in my head- some of them are filthy.

But I have not done my homework. Shall I throw myself on Dexter’s mercy? Or assume he has enough to spank me for anyway?

It is 9: 20 pm on Sunday night and I am just back from seeing Dexter. I have just had very loving but stressful conversation with Simon- just the organisation of divorce. It is the kind of thing that feels difficult, even though we are kind with one another. I am blessed with knowing wonderful men. I have had an amazing weekend with Dexter- my bum is a little sore and I feel smooth as a cat after being held and sorted out. I am not great at explaining how I feel because I feel too wordless. Finally,  a man that can make me quiet. Smile

I know I get quiet sometimes. I just will for a while but I have a feeling that at some point things will get quite unbearably wonderful.

One more thing, I used to love Victorian literature. Those cheesy books written about young girls called things like “Prudence” or “Honeysuckle” whereupon they go through hardship and are improved. I am having a reloving of them. I think it is a sign, it is a rediscovery of something wonderful, blowing the dust off old and ignored feelings and hope. There is no rudeness at all in these books but I had to put a picture of a corset in

I am tired. I am scared. I am going to be a little poor for a while. But I do believe* that in the future, things could be wonderful.

*Dexter keeps telling me how things will be good. I doubt him, he spanks me and he is always right. If I could miss out the middle bit of me doubting and getting spanked then that would be even more lovely.

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One Day It Will Work

You know that old adage about insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result- that is just being defeatist.

One day when I throw a tantrum he will get scared, back down and agree with me. I am convinced about it.

I do not want to miss the moment when he sees reason and settles down to accept my right to behave like a petulant princess so  have to throw a mini-tantrum every single day.

There is a small disadvantage to this, which may lead to me doing a lot of corner inspection with a red bum

But on day I am sure he will back down and be withered by my cold stare. I will let you know when it happens.

 

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Some Moments

Some moments are to stay still in, to see if he finds you.

Some moments are to feel pretty in, to tempt him, to tempt yourself.

Some moments are to hold your breath in, not knowing what he will do, not being sure that you want to know but knowing you will find out anyway.

Some moments are just to wriggle and shout “Ow! Get off! Get off! Get off!”

And some moments are just to gaze at, to replenish your soul in, before you go back inside to be as naughty as possible all over again. (You may call for reinforcements for extra naughty if you wish)

 

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