Friday, November 9, 2018

Lessons Learned - Veteran's Day, 2018


Over the years I have thanked many a veteran for their service and not just on November 11th.  I have never been rebuffed for doing so.  Each and every man and woman has been gracious, and almost everyone has smiled back at me.  As a teacher I endeavored to instill this appreciation of the people who have served our nation through the military in my young students.  And again, every soldier to whom we sent pictures and letters or care packages wrote us back to tell the kids thanks and how much they enjoyed them.

As I started to think that Veteran’s Day this year was coming up soon, I realized that my perspective has changed considerably in the last year.  I began to volunteer at my local Veteran’s Administration (VA) and have learned that while all my past thank-you’s were sincere and well received, I have never really understood the depth of the man or the woman who stood before me.  Never knew the stories and memories they carried in their hearts.

This last year has been an awakening for me.  I knew I wanted to give back in some small way to veterans and more than just a verbal thank you or a handshake.  When I contacted the VA volunteer service in my city, I wasn’t sure in what direction I would go.  Now I know that the direction didn’t matter.  It was the journey and the people I would meet that would become important.

I am just one person, and the time I give at the VA only touches a handful of veterans.  I'll bet I know what you are thinking.  And if it is "how wonderful that she can give something back to these deserving folks," you are not even close.  It is I who should be the most grateful.  Getting to know these men and women as people has expanded my understanding of who they really are behind the faces, behind the laughter, and behind the tears.  I am in awe of each and every one of them.

For those who saw combat, the stories and memories they carry can be a heavy load.  Just because they have completed their tours of duty and taken off their uniforms doesn’t mean they get to pack away those horrors in an old duffel bag.  They carry that burden every day for the rest of their lives.  And even in their sleep the nightmares come to haunt them.  I have come to understand that their service to the rest of us doesn’t stop when they come home. 

I am a wiser person now.  For whatever I give of my time and effort, I receive so much in my own personal growth. The next time I thank a veteran for his or her service, I will know that they did not just show their bravery and dedication once upon a time.   

                        They live their bravery every single day. 

Monday, November 5, 2018

The Work of an HOH is Never Done


On Fridays Sam and I get some housework out of the way, so that our weekends are free and clear.

  • Ella does the bathrooms
  • Sam does the vacuuming
  • Ella does the laundry
  • Sam does the grocery shopping

Now that I am retired and Sam is "sorta" retired, we like to tackle those tasks when Sam comes home about noon on Fridays.  Just get 'er done, as they say.

When Sam walked in the door last Friday, my arms were full of cleaning supplies, and I was heading to start on the front bathroom.  I did stop to give Sam a kiss, though.  With a smile, he started pulling each cleaning product from my arms and stacking them on the chest in the entry.  When I protested that I had not yet started my cleaning, he kissed me again and said,

"I think I need to do some dusting and polishing first."

"Oh, don't worry.  We don't need to dust this week, Hon," I corrected.  (As far as I am concerned, dusting is never really needed.")

"Oh, yes we do, Ells," he said with a grin.

Then Sam took my hand and led me to the bedroom.  As he unzipped my jeans, he teased me again,

"I feel I have been remiss in my household duties."

He sat on the bed and pulled me over one of his knees.  He continued talking, and his hand rested on my bottom for a few moments.  Then Sam told me it had been way too long since he had "dusted" my ass.  He laid into this chore with relish.  It was only his hand, but, oh my, he was dusting thoroughly!

After a bit, he did some lovely rubbing, too.

"Hmmm...thank you," I said dreamily.

"Well, I told you there would be polishing, too," and I could hear the smile in his voice, even if I couldn't see it.

"Oh, I like the polishing better."

"Too bad.  We have more dusting to do."

Well, he went back and forth between dusting and polishing at least 3 more times.  Can't imagine I ever told you that Sam was a sloppy man!  Believe me, Mr Clean couldn't have done a better job.  We spent a few minutes tangled up, but then Sam stood up and said he needed to get the vacuuming done.  Many Fridays he has a "guys only" lunch date at 1:00 pm.

Hmmph!  Thrown to the side for hot wings and beer.  I went to find all my bathroom products by the front door, and got started by cleaning mirrors.  Of course, I thought it would be nice to peek at Sam's handiwork on my bottom in the mirror.  Well done, mister.  Dusted and Polished.  You're work here is done. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

He Has Spoken

It's always so much fun to hear from the husbands.  So this post is dedicated to giving them a voice.  The following are questions to be asked of your dear man.  I expect that you will need to take notes when you conduct this interview.  If it helps, use a recorder to be sure you can retell his words.  I have done this with Sam and he had lots to say!  We laughed a lot, too.

                                                       Please feel free to skip any questions that do not apply. :)

1.  If you could be 16 years old again for a day, how would you spend those 24 hours?

Get up early in the morning and take Ella to see the sunrise on Lake Michigan.  Visit the Museum of Science and Industry - downtown Chicago.  Take the train.  Have lunch at the old Berghoff.  Hit a movie in Downers Grove and sit in the back row to make out.  Stop at McDonald's.  Bring Ella home and have a beer with her mom.

2.  Name one thing your wife could do for which you would spank her in a heartbeat.  If you don't spank your wife, tell us about something she does that you find very irritating.

Slamming doorsInstantaneously.  No question about it!

 3.  Is there a vacation destination or experience about which you have always dreamed?  Would you want to take your wife or do this particular trip on your own?

Ella and I already did it.  Normandy........  Well, maybe the old Indianapolis 500 or Watkins Glen.  With the racing regulations the way they were back in the 80's.  The old Can Am.  And I would take Ells if she were willing to go. Maybe Le Mans in France.  That would be fun.  It's a 24 hour race.  It's cool.

4.  Tell us about something your wife does that has a childlike quality to it.  It could be something happy or silly or something else. 

Singing to herself when she's happy. "Dat da da da dum......"

5.  If you are a father, what was something that you did with your kid(s) that brought you a great deal of happiness

Fishing was always fun.  With the two boys doing their little comedy show.  An all day affair.  "The great white whale.....Moby Dick" (laughter). Fishing in Michigan and Colorado.

6.  Do you see your wife as submissive?

Now and again but not consistently.  But we always rectify that with a little hand talk.  After a talk with Mr. Paddle she is most submissive.  It grounds her.  Puts things in perspective.  Ella loses perspective when she gets wonky.

7.  Which of you is the most outgoing?

Ella, easily.  By far.

8.  What is an outdoor activity that you enjoy?  
     An indoor activity?  (besides sex!)

Outdoor - Shooting.  Long range shooting.  Target shooting.  Focus - it's like golf.  It's like zen.  Like mindset.  Clears your mind.  Zen is the best way to say it.

Indoor - Reading war books with Ella at our favorite pub on a Saturday afternoon.

9.  What's the greatest car that has ever been built?

Cobra Mustang. ...427.  500 horse power. Four-speed transmission. Hurst shifter.  It was the Bullitt Car, basically.  Like in Steve McQueen's Bullitt movie!

10.  Do you like to shop for your own clothes or do you prefer that your wife do that for you? Or is the Internet the best way to shop?

Wife - by mutual agreement.  I don 't like to shop. But I do sometimes because of the pick.  Ella picks flashy clothes sometimes.  Not me.  And I don't like alligators on the pockets! The Internet will point you in the right direction - I've used it for jeans, belts, coats. 

Just Say No

11. Think about movies you like.  Are they usually ones that you and your wife both enjoy?  Or do your tastes run far from what she usually likes?

We have intersections of ones we both like.  That match.  War movies, historical stuff, political, some mysteries.  And then a whole bunch in the middle.  Ones Ella likes that I don't and ones that I like that she doesn't.  But after that, no!  No chick flicks!  And I know she hates Terminator, Walker - Texas Ranger, John-Claude Van Damme.

This is a Sam Favorite.

This is an Ella Favorite.

12.  When you are away from home, what do you miss the most?

 My lady........and my "dawg."  That's it.

Hope that some of you will give this a try with your guys.  Sometimes we only hear of them in posts as the spankers.  There's lots more to know, I think.  It seems silly, but I am most anxious to learn about their opinions of the "greatest car" ever.  Have fun!   


Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Once More for Good Measure

After a truly wonderful vacation across the pond, we came back to a disaster at our house.  A flood caused by an inept roofing company and a heavy rain came through our ceilings in 4 rooms destroying drywall, insulation, and carpet.  Luckily Son #1 knew exactly what to do and took care of hiring a reputable (albeit slow) restoration company.  The stuff that was not salvageable was removed.  The furniture in the affected rooms was piled in safe corners and covered in plastic. 

I knew ahead of time that the damage was substantial, but I just was not prepared for the reality of walking into a war zone.  Especially after over 27 hours in airports and on planes with no sleep.  Sam always says I am a wonderful person in a medical emergency.  I stay calm and do what's needed.  He also knows I do not do well when there's something big wrong in my house.  It also seemed like everything was covered in a thick coating of white plaster dust, even the rooms that had escaped the disaster.

The damage was bad enough that our insurance company had already offered to put us up in a hotel for the duration of the repairs, none of which could be started until it was determined that the new roof was actually watertight.  But we had already been in hotels and lodgings of some type for 4 weeks.  We wanted to be home with our dog.  And, believe it or not, the kitchen and the bedrooms were spared.  Just nowhere to sit down!

Jet lag was not my friend either.  We went to bed totally exhausted but I woke up 4 hours later.  For a second I forgot about the mess, but then the reality set in.  I honestly did try to get started on cleaning the white dust off everything in the kitchen so we could stock the fridge.  Also started some laundry.  There was plenty of that.  But I was tired and sad and felt so down that I just began to close off from everything and everybody.  Including Sam.  I did the tasks I usually do when we return from a trip, but the spark wasn't there.  I was not talking and went through the motions like a robot.

Sam tried to reassure me that things would be right again soon, and I would nod and try to hug him back.  But the days went by and nothing changed.  No ceilings and a filthy concrete floor where my living room used to be.  Not able to sleep through the night.  The only thing that did change was that I started to get angry.  Angry in a snarly sort of way.

It reminded me of a time very long ago when our home was burglarized.  I was SO, so angry that someone could violate our house - our space.  Screw up our lives and probably never even get caught and punished.  When the policeman asked us would we want to press charges if they arrested the guy, I rode right over any response Sam might have had.

                     "You're damned right I would!" I answered firmly.  
                               Of course, that was before TTWD.

And that's the same way I became about this STUPID roof contractor whose house was probably just fine!  Mouthing off and swearing every other word.  Sam told me to let the insurance company take this guy to court.  They would take him down over this mess. 

       I, however, said, "I'd rather skewer that asshole with a rake!"

Sam just looked at me for a second with his mouth open and finally stood up.

"That's enough," he said calmly.  "In the bedroom."

Well, one helluva spanking followed.  The paddle was out and I was over the bed.  And both Sam and Mr. Paddle did a lot of

  • About not getting mopey
  • About not losing my temper
  • About picking a better attitude
  • About staying positive
  • About staying patient

It was a doozy, and I finally cried.  All the frustration and anger was released, and I couldn't stop crying even when the spanking was over.  Sam hugged and comforted me.  We would get through this together.

I did feel much better.  Well, except for my bottom.  Next morning
I woke up early and felt better than I had in 4 days.  Made the coffee and kissed Sam before I got in the shower.  Did all my lotions and combed out my hair.  Suddenly Sam was behind me in the mirror.

He took my hand and I could tell he was in a spanking mood.

"But, Sam, you already..........."

"I know," he said, "but I believe a little reinforcement wouldn't hurt."

I was pretty sure it would.  I frowned and protested some more, but this time he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his knee very gently.  No implement.  Just Sam's hand.  And just hard enough to keep my attention.  He said he wanted his house back just as much as I did, but more importantly, he wanted his Ella back.  Happy and chatty and with a sense of humor.

                                   Funny how TTWD works.......

                                              Ella was back.


Monday, October 8, 2018

Sam Meets Johnny

This was finally the year Ella got her dream holiday across the pond!  Healthy and happy. A whole week with Ami and Dan in their beautiful village.  Dear friends in so many ways.  A whole week in London.  We traveled all around the city by Tube, double decker buses, black cabs, and our tired feet most of all.  Then over the channel for a week in Normandy.  Four full days with a guide who was fabulous.  His stories and the sights we saw made all the D-Day history we have read come alive.

Pointe de Hoc

Of course, one of the highlights of the time in London was a girls' lunch with the English "contingent" as I like to think of them.  I found a nice pub near a Tube station, and we even had a small function room with a bit of privacy and quiet to talk.  Rosie and Ronnie were there.  Jan couldn't come (getting ready for a wedding,) but Ami came on the train with Dan.  Sam was delighted to have some male company for the afternoon.


When everyone had something to drink, out came the gifts.  It seems most of us have run out of spanky gift ideas, but everybody who came had lovely little things chosen with love.  Ronnie wasn't done, however.  Out came a lightweight flat package for me.  When I picked it up, I could feel the shape, and I gave a knowing look to Ronnie.  Yep, I was right.  It was a Loopy Johnny. 

I had seen pictures of one before but never held one, that's for sure.  Intimidating.  Did I catch a little smile on Ronnie's face?  It had a leather handle and intertwined cane loops.  Not very long at all, but it had a rather wicked aura.

When Sam and I returned to our hotel that evening, I laid out the gifts on the bed.  It took Sam all of 10 seconds to spot what was to be the newest addition to the toy box at home.

"What's this?" he asked, picking it up.

"It's called a Loopy Johnny," I answered.

He whacked it across his palm.

"Wow," was all he said.

The next morning we were up early.  Sam had several meetings with a brokerage in The City financial district, and I was off for a day on my own that included Liberty of London and the Tate Britain.  While I was choosing something to wear, Sam sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me to come over his lap.

"I want to try this, Ells," he smiled.

I thought the smile was a good sign.  Sam got me all arranged and gave a few tentative swats.  I appreciated his temerity.  But then he seemed to gain his confidence.

"It's quiet,"  he said.  

Sam doesn't usually spank at hotels, but the swats suddenly had a little more swing behind them.  When he was satisfied with the color of my bottom, he set it aside and began to explore down there with his fingers.

"Oh, my," I said a little breathlessly.

"Get the lube," was all he said.

As I rummaged in among the toiletries for the Astroglide, I thought this was going to be very special.  After all, we had never had a threesome before.

                                      Sam, Ella, and Johnny

                               Our First..... Ménage á Trois

                             Thanks, Ronnie!

Thursday, August 2, 2018

The Naked Ride - The Definitive Expose'

Lady Godiva - The Original Naked Ride

It seems to me that there is a lot of confusion out there in The Land about what exactly is being referred to with the titillating phrase, "Naked Ride."  It is time this problem was addressed.  Actually, it fell to me to write up the rules for all the Beach Sisters who were involved in this activity.  After 3 years of confusion, here we go.  

What do spanked wives do when they get to vacation together?  Well, first and foremost, spanked wives like to talk about spanking.  Sex might be a close runner up.  Anyway there is also swimming, beaching, reading, lots of good restaurants, moderate drinking, more talking, laughing, sharing, shopping, walking, implements,  husband appreciation discussions, laying by the pool, more moderate drinking, and finally - playing cards.

The first year we all traveled to see and meet each other (some for the first time,) PK asked us to all bring quarters.  "Poker!" I thought.  Hot damn!  Once I learned the game, though, I wasn't sure it could be counted as a poker variation other than we were playing for money.  Let me mention that while we all had lots of fun, PK is a better writer of spanking novels than she is a card game instructor.  Maybe one of the reasons the other women (including me) had so much trouble grasping the rules of the game is that, as we played, PK kept saying things like, 

                          "Oh, I forgot to tell you about this rule."
             I believe that this prompted Meredith or Sunny to finally ask, 

                          "Are you making up the rules as we go?!?"

"The Naked Ride" is actually a strip card game based loosely on the rules for "Thirty-One."  The rules for 31 are really simple if you are given them all prior to starting play.  You use a standard deck of 52 cards, and there is definitely some strategy required.  We were playing with 4 to 6 people, but you could probably play with more.  Of course, you can just play with your lover, too.  The object is to obtain a hand that totals 31 in cards of one suit.

Card Values -
  • Ace - 11 points
  • King, Queen, and Jack - 10 points
  • 10 through 2 - face value

Please remember that the only way cards in a single hand have any value is if they are in the same suit.  For instance, a player with a Jack of hearts, a seven of hearts, and five of clubs would have a hand worth 17.  A player with an Ace of spades, a 9 of spades, and a Queen of diamonds would have a hand worth 20.

Each player starts with 3 quarters, well, that is, if you are playing with a bunch of girlfriends.  PK explained that if she is playing with her Nick, they each have on a certain number of articles of clothing.  The dealer shuffles and deals out 3 cards to each player, and the player to her left is the first to play.  The dealer places the remainder of the cards in the center and turns over the top card, face up, next to the pile.  This becomes the discard pile.

That's PK in the middle changing the rules again.

The player on the left of the dealer chooses either the top card from the discard pile or one from the deck, and then discards one card on the discard pile.  A player who has 31 can call the hand at any time.  He or she just lays down the cards, and everyone must pay a quarter to the "pot."  

However, even if a player doesn't have 31, he or she can "Knock" rather than drawing a card.  Here is where the strategy comes in.  Even early in the hand, if the player thinks her score can beat the score of even just one other person, she can take a chance and knock.  The person with the lowest hand forfeits one of her quarters (or an item of clothing.)  Everyone else gets to take one more turn before all players lay down their cards.  Alcohol makes all of this more exciting and funny.  Just saying.

To figure the scores, the players select the suit that gives them the highest score.  The one with the lowest score at the end of a hand, puts a quarter in the pot or takes off a piece of clothing.  Here is one of PK's variations on the strict 31 rules.  If you are playing with your husband, at the end of each hand the winner gets to administer the number of swats between the 2 scores and can pick the implement as well.

With the girls, the game continues until all but one player has been eliminated.  Some fun-loving ridicule adds to the fun.  This is also a place where you can question PK if she decides to add another rule! 

OK.  Now fast forward to when all of someone's quarters are gone or all of someone's clothing is gone.  You get to play one more hand for as long as you continue to win the hand, and this is called

                                 "Your Naked Ride" 

seeing as you are naked.  What happens after you lose or win is up to you and your partner.  If you are playing with a happy group of other spanked wives, you pour yourself another glass of wine and carry on.  Unless you have had way too much sun and way too much to eat at dinner, and then you go to bed.


Wednesday, July 25, 2018

An Amy Meme By..........

My mistake.  This is a rather old meme that Amy gave us some time in the spring.  Just found it again. :)

1.  Age - Ella turned 3 years old at the end of April.

2.  Bed Size - Queen - Not too big, not too small.  Just right.

3.  Chore You Hate - Washing windows.  Uggh!

4.  Pet's Names - Pets from long ago - Dusty, Yum-yum, Fat Tully    (see below,) Aram, and Molly.

Sweetest Cat Ever - 23 lbs.

5.  Essential start to your day - Coffee, lots of it and black.   Exercise and kisses, too.

6. Favorite color - Green, especially olive, moss, and army green.

7.  Gold or silver - Both - I love to mix silver and gold jewelry.

8.  Height - I used to be 5' 6", but I think I am getting shorter!  And that sucks!

9.  Instruments you play (in your head or in reality) - Honky-tonk piano on the dashboard of my truck.

10.  Job - Very busy being retired.  Used to be a teacher.

11.  Kids - Two sons, no grandkids

12.  Living arrangements - Sam and I relocated from Chicago and have lived in the same house for 35 years.

13.  Music you love - jazz, country, swing, classical, Irish, piano.....the list goes on.  About 30 different Pandora stations.

14.  Nicknames - Spud, Pretty Lady, Ells, Ba-ba, Katrinka .

15.  Overnight hospital stay other than birth - Yes, but I don't remember how many.

16.  Pet peeve - poor service in a store or restaurant.

17.  Quote from a movie - "Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."  
            - Atticus Finch

18.  Right or left handed - Right

19.  Siblings - 1 brother, 2 sisters

20.  Time you wake up - I am a morning person for sure.  Even retired, I usually get up about 6: 00 am.

21.   Underwear - Always but never thongs.

22.  Vegetables you dislike - eggplant, brussel sprouts, cauliflower, and cucumbers.

23.  Work out style - 30 minute routine - 5 days a week - weights, agility, resistance, cardio.

24.  Best dish I make - NOT a fancy cook by any means, probably meat chili.  I am a better baker than a cook.

25.  Best place to visit - London, of course.  "Ta for now, mates."