Let’s see.

I have calculus exams next week. It’s a four hour test and evidently we will need all four hours according to the professor, so this week, I’m studying.

But I’m also making jewelry of a naughty variety and I can’t wait to show it to you guys.

Kitten

Last night,? for the first time, I slept in wrist cuffs with a short chain between them.

This morning, I’m begging Master for a set of work chains that I can wear every day.

Even though the cuffs are by the bed now, I can still feel the phantom chain between my wrists. I have to remind myself that I have a full range of movement and in my brain, something’s telling me I shouldn’t have that full range of movement and moreover that I don’t want it.

I actually feel very sad and naked now without those chains.

This was an unexpected set of feelings…

I think the first thing I ever heard that put what I was feeling into context was the song Madonna sang in the Dick Tracy Movie.? I was 16 years old.

Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind,
I’ll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind.
Treat me like I’m a bad girl, even when I’m being good to you,
I don’t want you to thank me, you can just spank me

My reaction was “Really? Other people want this??? They must or why would they be singing about it in a comic book movie!?” I think I knew then somewhere in my heart or at least in my ass that I was going to go the way of the spanko (even though I didn’t know what that meant yet) and? when I was older , I did. And later, I met my current owner who hasn’t been won over to the dark side of the paddle but I’m working on it. Wearing panties that perfectly frame my very spankable ass is the way I send out open invitations, but “getting” Master to do what I want often leads to him doing the exact opposite on principle.

stupid principles…

Spanking isn’t a huge part of our daily activity but I fantasize about it. I want to be spanked every day. I would love a good non-punishment spanking every day. Over the knee, over the ottoman, over the back of the sofa. Warm up with a good mahogany paddle, dense wood, well finished and move on to things that cause that sharp harsh pain I love and finally, draw blood, (oooh yes Master!) with the tack paddle. Half of the appeal of the tack paddle is the astringent that comes later. The sweet sting of alcohol or witch hazel disenfecting my pin prick wounds.

Yum…

Sadly, Master isn’t quite as interested in spanking me just because I like it or for the sake of my pleasure as he is torture for the sake of his own. Generally speaking, I don’t like the pain he chooses to give but if this were all about me liking it, our house would be pink, my name would be cuter, and I’d have a little more sway in how things go around here and more bows.. LOTS more bows.. I’m talking MILES of ribbon. (my hair bow fetish is peeking…) But that’s not how it works. How it works is that on the rare occasion that he pulls me over his knee, I relish every moment of it and lock it up tight in my paper journal to read over and over after the spanking drought begins.

(Though I may get punished later tonight because he’s in the back room with all his buddies talking nerdy and I sent him a text message about how badly I want his cock and how I want him to spank me until I cry… it made him lose his train of thought.. he started the same sentence over 3 times. I think he might need a little of that action, too. I have to admit, his friends will stay until 5 AM at least and I love thought thought of my text message repeating over and over in his head while he tries to be the good host … but I digress. *grins*

Back to spanking and the want of it or lack of it.

I know that domestic discipline is supposed to be all about getting spanked when you do bad things, but it isn’t for us and never has been. That’s what I signed on for but it’s not what I got. (Actually, I just signed on and then he decided what our dynamic would be but again, I digress!) Anyway, I got the domestic part. I am a slave to this house. I got the discipline part. He devises punishments that make me want to bang my head against walls and yes even make me want to be obedient! But I did not get the Domestic Discipline I’ve heard stories about. I did not get the OTK Spankings, the bound in the closet to think about my actions for an hour afternoons or even the promised private humiliations of the less than dutiful kinkster wife.

I got the punishments he thought were fitting. I got the life he wants me to have. It is so spanko-lite. But it is attention full. He takes very good care of me and makes sure I stay in line. He keeps me safe and gives me boundaries. He pushes me farther than any man has ever pushed me and lets me know that even when I falter, I’m OK. That’s ultimately what I need as a slave even though it doesn’t come in my preferred fantasy wrapping paper with bows and ribbons (looots of ribbons…)

And who knows, maybe he’ll get inspired and start spanking me more just for the fun of it and if he doesn’t, well, I’m still ultimately fulfilled.

Aprons, to me, are the sexist thing I could wear on a daily basis. Aprons that match my pot holders and oven mits make me wet. If those aprons should have bows on them. I’m in heaven. If they have gloves that match… hold on, I think I just came.

Aprons. Are. Hot. Wearing aprons with clothes is great but nothing but an apron (hadaka apron) and heels is a an erotic pleasure I cannot even begin to explain. When Master comes behind me in the kitchen and starts to gently tug at my apron string until it the perfect bow slips and eases free and the ribbons tickle the back of my naked thigh

Yes…

Now there’s a line of aprons that also has matching garters. The fact that these types of aprons exist and there’s a market for them among women who want to return to a more simple time tells me over and over that I am not alone in my apron kink!

It can’t be just any old apron. The apron has to have style. This is the one I’m currently coveting. My favorite Apron designer of couture aprons (yes, there are apron designers) has just come out with her Summer line and I must… have this. And yes, I’ve found the perfect shoes to match that apron.

Now tell me that’s not an outfit that just begs for a spanking.