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."

The First United Church of Spank

 

I am not a traditionally religious person, however, I believe I am  spiritual and pray often in my own way.  I even have little charms that I tuck in a pocket that remind to say a prayer for someone who needs strength to face what is happening in their lives.  Many of those earnest devotions go out to the people who read my blog.  Yes, you, if you need them.


Sundays are not for standard church-going around Sam and Ella's house, but it is usually a day we relax a bit more.  Maybe family or friends for dinner.  Work in the yard.  Sam blasting music and doing something with his hands in the garage.  A movie or a meal at a restaurant.  But all these Sunday activities happen after the clock strikes 12 noon.  Before then, I really couldn't care if the queen herself asked to come to an early tea.  (To our Brit contingent - no disrespect intended.)  

                                           No calls.  No visits.

                                            WE ARE BUSY!

Lots of Butter!

When our boys were young, we did what all parents do in order to have sex.  We made do with the time we had.  When the kids were sleeping.  Early in the morning before work.  Always being as quiet as we could be.  Thank heavens for grandma once in a great while.

    
Finally, we got the house back.  Oh, my god, that was such fun again!  For twenty years we had paid our dues, and now we could walk around as naked as the day we were born.  No, in case you were wondering, I never, ever had the "empty nest" syndrome you hear about. 
  

These days our boys know better and always respect our privacy.  Once, just once, Sam's sister, Patty, rang the doorbell on a Sunday

morning, and when we didn't answer the door, she used her key to walk right in.  It was definitely a case of "in flagrante delicto."  I was not  embarrassed.  I was mighty angry.  You will not believe it, but she was mad at US!  Later, Sam found some reason to reclaim the key.

So, Sunday mornings have always been holy for us since the boys moved out.  We may sit and drink our coffee or read the news feeds, but the whole morning is just for us.  And sooner or later we end up back in bed for sex with any kinky trimmings we decide upon.  For several happy years now, that has included spanking, and that has made our Sundays even better.  I really don't think I will ever again wish for sex without spanking. Not gonna happen.

Way More Fun

It's not like there is no sex on other days of the week; there is, for sure.  But Sunday is special.  I will spend some time to surprise Sam with some special lingerie.   In turn, he is very creative with spanking fun.  He won't tell me his plans, and that makes it all the more exciting.  Last Sunday he outdid himself.  When he woke up, I was already at my desk writing and drinking coffee.  He took my hand and with a grin on his face, he informed me that there were to be multiple spankings through the morning.  And the first one was to be over his desk.  Panties came down.  It was a good old fashioned hand spanking, but it woke up all those horny feelings and I smiled. 

Later, when I went to the kitchen for more coffee, Sam followed.  This spanking was over the kitchen counter with a tried and true wooden spoon.  By the time he finished this one, I really couldn't think about anything but SEX.

Off I went to hit the shower and pulled out this beautiful black bustier trimmed with cream-colored lace.  Sam loves undoing all those little hooks.  Just drying my hair when my guy came up behind me with a lexan cane.  Over the vanity cabinet I went.

"Dear god, Sam, please be gentle with that thing."

"Well, you are taking too long in here  Hurry things up a bit, Ells."

After just a few strokes, I was so amenable to his wishes. 

Very motivated to finish up my toilette.  Trying to imagine what was coming next.  He came to fetch me soon, and I was ready.  Don't know about the rest of you, but, if I like Sam to be the boss in our day to day lives, that doesn't hold a candle to the way I like him to be in bed.  When he wants me to be still, he will make it plain that he is in charge.

  

There were plenty more surprises, including very innovative   applications of both sides of a hairbrush.  I think there is a yin and a yang to that implement, and I am shuddering just thinking about it.  With all the happy fun Sam sprang on me last week, I am already wondering what he has planned for our next Holy Day.  No matter.  I'll be wearing my Sunday best.  Amen.

       

Tally Ho !

Last week, Sam announced that Saturday was to be a "Ladies' Choice."  Now that term technically refers to when it is the lady's turn to choose a dance partner to twirl her around the floor.  Which also makes me think of the name they used to give certain awkward dances in middle school or high school where a girl was supposed to ask a guy to be her date at a dance. Think it was also called a "Sadie Hawkins" Dance, which for those readers not from the US, was originated from a comic strip called "Li'l Abner" way back in 1937. 

Oh, dear god, I do remember asking Sam to one of those dances sometime when we were 15.  My, that was a very long time ago.  To be clear, he had already asked me out by that time.  We are soon planning to attend a high school reunion, and I would really like to trace our steps back to where we went on those first dates and dances.  I am also determined to go necking in the forest district area where we made it to 3rd base in the back of a Buick during those hot nights.  But, I digress.


Several days prior to his announcement about a Ladies' Choice, Sam surprised me with a new toy.  He loves to give me presents, and I think he pretty much  knows that leather makes me happy.  If he is using the razor strap or a belt or a flogger, I can drift off to sub space and never want to come back.  Just about a week ago my guy came home with an odd shaped package and smiled as he put it in my hands.

I smiled, too, and as soon as my fingers explored the soft wrapping, I knew what it was.  Long, thin handle and a small, soft flexible end.  I ripped open the end of the bag and out slid the most beautiful black leather crop I have ever seen.  To me, the smell of leather is as stimulating as its snap across my backside.  The whole package.  The look, the smell, the sound, and the feel.

After a hug, I handed it back to Sam.  We just had to give it a try.  It was everything I hoped, and there was one happy Ella rubbing her bottom.  It leaves a very pretty pink mark, too.  Distinctive.  Much nicer than a paddle.


So back to our "Ladies' Choice" morning.  Sam asked what was my pleasure instead of keeping all the decisions to himself.


"Anything leather," I said hopefully.


My goodness, he laid out his weaponry at the foot of the bed, and I began to tingle down there in my nether parts before he even got started.  He took his time, and I enjoyed every leathery minute.  "Tan your hide," was an especially meaningful threat.  "Oh, yes, please," I thought.  The flogger doesn't quite have enough sting, but it is perfection on one's nipples.  The razor strap has always been my favorite.  There is a sting that burns on low and builds slowly to a warm fire on your bottom.  It's not like I never say "Ow" but I say it with a smile.

As far as his belt goes, there is that lovely moment when you hear a swish as he pulls the belt off through the loops of his jeans.  I think I hold my breath when that happens.  There have only been one or two times he has used his belt when we are actually having a "discussion."  It is mostly saved for play and mighty fine loving.  That morning, he used it well, without a hint of wrapping around my hip.  Takes practice, and Sam is accomplished.  I was already on my way to heaven.

Of course, he saved the new crop for last.  There is just something so freaking sexy about it, I think.  Like a cane, it has a swoosh sound as it cuts through the air.  However, it is more flexible than a cane, and I believe that is why the snap is so distinctive.  When it makes its connection on the bottom, there is a sharp, stinging sensation, very localized and more intense than a hand or a paddle.  Maybe it's just me, but there was definitely more of a feeling of total submission than ever before. Totally one of the loveliest spankings I can remember.  A short bit later, as I was free falling and my eyes were rolling back into my head, I couldn't help but thinking, "tally-ho!"