Once Upon a Time

A warm hello to you all.  I am very, very happy to be here.  It was over a year ago that I managed to enter this blogland of yours.  Before that, I didn't know any of you or that you even existed.  Also, I was sure I was the only woman in the kingdom that ever wanted to be spanked.  It was a secret for so many years, and I knew in my heart that no one must ever know, even the man who loves me most.  That part of me was wrapped up in a big secret cloak.
  
 So, this is a new chapter in my book.  In case you are now expecting some winsome young princess, please remove that picture from your imagination.  Just press Delete.  It couldn't be farther from reality in my new corner of your world.  But it surely feels so right to be here.  I am more a combination of a good little witch and a dragon.  Lucky for me, there is a man in my story named Sam.  He has been in my life since we were both 15 years old.  Any dreams that have come true for me are because he loves both the little witch and the dragon.  Only lately has he had any say in which one is sleeping on the other side of his bed.
 

For much of this tale the good little witch has worked hard at Sam’s side.  She has been loyal and loving and determined to be his best friend.  But over the years, he grew to beware of when the dragon decided to storm the castle.  When the dragon came to roost, Sam knew that there was very little he could do to make her fly away.  She roared and breathed fire, and all Sam could do was to wait until she burned herself out.  Sometimes, he would try to fight the dragon, but that never worked any magic at all.  By the time the dragon would crawl away and the little witch could come home, it would take a chapter or two before everything was right in the kingdom.

When the good little witch finally discovered the secret potion named “This Thing We Do”, she was reborn into Ella.  She and Sam started down a different road.  They felt lost many times, and they are still finding their way.  But their tale heads in a new direction, and Sam never lets go of Ella’s hand.  When the dragon comes circling the castle, he knows just how to fight her off.  Sam doesn’t need a sword, just his trusty paddle. Ella feels safe and loved and understands exactly where her “ever after” really lies.

She and I look forward to telling you many more stories.