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Top Dog

Oh my goodness.

This dog is a Top. Haven’t you seen (or made) that look before?

I swear this dog will be rolling his sleeves up.

This is wrong on so many levels.

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Tanning Sessions

There is a movement in the UK at the moment to encourage ladies not to tan. To “fake not bake” and to “Dazzle not frazzle.”

I must say that I approve.

I have exactly the same possibility of being tanned after six months of English winter as I do after three weeks of Florida August sunshine.

Sigh.

OK, maybe not quite.

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The Knicker Question


Here is my question.

This matter confuses me.

Knickers are small and thin, yes? I know there are all sorts but compared to armour or jeans they are small and thin.

So how come all kinds of things feel a million times worse without your knickers than with them?

A spanking is a big, old meanie, hard handed (or worse) event. A thin strip of cotton between your bottom and his hand should make no difference whatsoever. But who hasn’t cried out, “Nooooo” when he takes them down? And it so much worse after their removal than before.

And being put in the corner is horrid with one’s knickers on. It is embarrassing and silly and makes one feel tiny and a bit sulky and shy. So why on earth is it so much worse with no knickers on?

It is something he has seen before and if it is right after a spanking then it is not long since he saw your bottom and so why is it so shy making to be made to stand like that?

Having said that I realise that he has just seen it and why does he need to see it again? His memory cannot be that bad.

And sitting down on a thin strip of cotton or not – why does that matter?
But being made to sit with nothing on one’s lower half after being spanked hurts a horrid amount.

But this is the one that I really, really do not understand.

Why does one need to remove one’s knickers if one is about to be told off?

My bottom is nowhere near my eyes or my face. I know I look down but I don’t look behind me.

I don’t think he even considers how it makes me feel when he tells me to do that. I feel four times as shy and embarrassed as normal and it is almost impossible to argue back when one has no underwear on.

I will tell him what I have realised forthwith and there is bound to be an improvement in his technique. Maybe you should share this with yourself (if you are a Top) or your man (if you are a not-top) – it is bound to make all the difference.

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Remember, Remember


It is bonfire night. We have to wear woolly jumpers and scarves and stand around a large fire outside with our front half singed and our back half freezing.

We will gather with friends or neighbours and light small incendiary devices that glow for a moment in the dark night sky and give my dog a nervous condition that will last for three months (despite leaving him soft jazz to soothe him.)


We will burn our tongues and fingers on baked potatoes and crack our teeth (or our fillings) on toffee apples.

We will do this to remember an unsuccessful terrorist plot based on religious and political conflict where the plotters were caught and the chief plotter (a Mr Fawkes) jumped to his death moments before his sentence was due to be completed.

Seeing as the whole death was to be hung, drawn and quatered he should have jumped earlier methinks.

Anyhoo – Fireworks night- isn’t it wonderful?

NB – I would like to add that despite the arcane and bizarre ritual that is Fireworks night it still makes more sense to me than why I should get into trouble for whatever it is Himself is about to tell me off for. I call for justice. I call for fair representation. I call for an end to “that sort of thing”. I am sorry to put it so strongly but there you go.

It needed to be said.

PS- Any sign of Friday yet?

PPS- I spell checked this and it said it was all fine. That just goes to show you can’t trust anyone these days.

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