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I love this picture.

I love my pyjamas and I really, really love my all-in-one. This lady to the right looks very sexy in hers. I don’t look in the least sexy in mine. It is too big for me and is all pink and lilac. But that is OK. An all-in-one is not a sexy bit of kit. It is a snugly, warm bit of kit and it would be a lot warmer if only he would let me keep the flap at the back up all the time rather than flipping it open all the time.
I tell him that just because something is possible does not mean that he should do it.

Anyway correct bedtime preparation is important. It calms me down and makes me sleep better. I hate being sent to bed and can get a little tense.

I like to prepare with a bubble bath, some body lotion, and lots and lots and lots of kisses.

Sometimes that has been known to happen but then he tells me to sleep and I get a bit stubborn again.

His solution to this is all too predictable.

I think we should be able to have sleepovers. I think girls like me (and you if you are such a girl) should be able to have sleepovers so we may chat to each other and chat about stuff when our men are dull and tell us to sleep.

Although a tiny part of me suspects it would end like the ladies to the right.

Tops can be so predictable, can’t they?


I love to be read to. He has a deep, lilting voice that is perfect for telling stories.
I like stories where nothing terrible happens and where everyone is happy. I snurl up under the covers and into his voice.

I fall asleep listening to him. I love the feeling of these moments. I feel utterly spoilt and loved.

I feel like I always dreamed of feeling.

Heidi is a great book, by the way, as is Huckleberry Finn, but watch Black Beauty. He had to censor it quite heavily.

He would tell you though that I sleep best after I have been spanked. I often have to stick my bum out of the sheets. It is normally red rather than black and blue like this poor girl’s bum, although horrid spankings have been known to occur when I am very out of sorts. Nothing is more relaxing than knowing the man in your life can sort you out without any fuss. Well, there is lots of fuss but it all comes from me.
Goodnight.

I have added another picture in case the one with the bruises gives you nightmares. I am not bruised like that by Himself. But I do sleep in just that way (the above picture) after a properly horrible spanking. My bum is facing Himself of course, in the hope that he will awaken and be wracked by guilt by his actions. Except he only makes my bum very red and sore and that always fades by morning. Sigh.

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And Today’s New Word Is …


I learned something new today.

Do you know what a scut is? A scut is a bunny rabbit’s tail. Or a deer’s tail, or a little tail of another creature (I get hazy on the details.)Here is a snow bunny. I think a snow bunny is a lady who does lots of snow thingys, she may ski or fall off. I am unclear on the details.
This lady appears to have grown her own tail. I think she may eat a lot of carrots or maybe she wriggles her nose.
This scut thing appears to me to be a great idea. I am convinced that if I had a bunny tail I could not be spanked. The fluffy softness would protect me from hard hands and also the cuteness of it would stop any Top in his strict Top steps.

It has been a very long day and a very long night. Work came and got me when I was not looking.

Goodnight.

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Being Tired


All my secrets, the things I long to say tumble out of me like a sparkler shedding bits of light all around us.

I tell you the things that I dare not say, half asleep, half awake and aware of what my secrets were I watch them reveal themselves as though I have not said a word. The ideas are alive at last and free from tethers of shame they leap from me. In the sunshine they feel nothing but ease as new born and new life, they laugh rather than cry. They are in the world at last.

I tell you the things that haunt me, the desires that make me half blind with joy and I tell you … I tell you …

But then I come to, I realise I have not said anything I meant to say. I curl up again into myself. I am at once disgusted for almost revealing myself and not having the courage to do so.



I want to sleep, I know than when I do I will pull good sense around me like a blanket and awake tomorrow refreshed and safe.

Safe from what, I don’t know now. But what do I know now other than how to be mad with myself?

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It is Sunday – shhhhhhhh.


I am not in the least hungover.

I am just a little tired (read dead on my feet). After the longest week at work ever I dashed off on Saturday morning (after a run and lots of chores) and went to a party with wonderful friends and drank a little wine and champagne until going to bed promptly at 3am.

Have you ever tried to sleep on your own in a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge Georgian manor house?
There were other people around but they were all miles away and there were so many noises and creaks and things that went bump in the night that I may even have left the light on for the first time in my life ever.

I gave up at about six thirty am (after having got up at least six times to check various noises) and got up.

I am now sitting on the sofa.

I may make some Tacos.

I will read parts of the Sunday papers that do not make me cry.

I will bathe and there will be bubbles.

I will not be writing anything of any merit.

I also do not deserve to be told off for staying up late- it was a party!

Tomorrow I promise to write something proper er no….. sensible …. nope ….

Well, tomorrow I will write something.

I hope your Sunday is wonderful too.

Shhhhhh.

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