Wicked Wednesday has reached a milestone point, and the prompt she has chosen for the 500th week is “top 10”. I personally think this is an amazing thing 500 prompts, and I offer her massive congratulations. She puts such amazing effort into this prompt and the others she runs. Anyway without further ado, here are my top ten most viewed posts (according to Jetpack.) Number 1. Number 2. Number 3. Number 4. Number 5. Number 6. Number 7. Number 8. Number 9. Number 10. My …
I’m here again talking about spanking, you would have thought I would have something different to talk about right? I mean we are alone. In fact we will be alone until Boxing day as the kids plans have changed and they are not coming home before Christmas. This will be the first Christmas we have been without Children ever. When Mr H and I met, T was a few months away from being three years old, and J arrived 3 years later. Mr H moved …
A hand spanking has to be one of the most intimate methods of impact play in BDSM. Not only does the submissive feel it, but so does the dominant. Both Mr H and I like this method but the opportunity to do it doesn’t present itself often. If J is home a hand spanking is too loud – and although the odd swot may be indulged in it isn’t a spanking. A while ago we agreed Mr H would spank me as hard as he …
I haven’t written much in the last few days, I haven’t had time. We have had a rather busy time and I have either been asleep or sewing but now things have calmed down I can update you all on what we have been up to. Christmas Creating. Some of you may recall I am quite crafty – not like sneaky but in making things. Knitting, crochet and sewing. The last 12 months has seen that develop a little and while I wouldn’t say I …
I don’t believe we ever really stop learning. Even something as simple as the words to a new song or the name of someone we have just met, our minds have an amazing capacity to learn, so why do many of us make the same mistakes over and over again? Why are life lessons so different and often painful in their teaching? I think it is because they more often than not involve our emotions. I am definitely not going to profess to be an …
We went away on Saturday overnight to our favourite hotel and things didn’t quite go as planned. That isn’t to say that a good time wasn’t had, because it was. But my mind and body were not quite in sync, and neither was Mr H’s. A painful body First of all I forgot to adjust my medications and so by the time we arrived at the Hotel I was feeling it. The pain made me snippy and I criticised Mr H’s driving. I didn’t tell …
It’s been a long time coming, this post I mean. It started a few days ago with my post “Is now a good time to talk?”, and continued with “History is a great teacher: Remembering the good times”. I’m talking about the sexy stuff of course. I haven’t hidden that Mr H and I have been finding it hard to connect intimately but this week we seem to have found our way back. Wednesday. You may remember we went to the munch, well that’s on …
History is a great teacher, and when we went to the Munch on Tuesday night the drive there and back gave us an opportunity to talk. We chatted about everyday things on the way there but on the way home we began to talk more intimately. We had talked a lot during the evening about our past history and it brought up some very good memories. Actually, before I go on, I need to go back. If you read my last post you’ll know that …
Well apparently, half past six (in the morning) is not a good time to talk but that is what happened. It all started innocent enough, I was telling Mr H about the chat on The Safewords Club the night before (it was about feeling submissive) and as I went through the various discussions we ended up taking about our situation too. What situation? The last few months our D/s has floundered a little. Or more to the point we are struggling to get back our …
I don’t really have a favourite city. We don’t visit cities often, we both hate the crowds, the incessant movement, the hustle and bustle of people in city centers. It is one place that is guaranteed to bring out Mr H’s “fuck off” face. We are lucky in some ways, as we live in between two city’s, and we can easily travel to either Manchester or Liverpool. Both of us have worked in Manchester, I only did it for 3 months but Mr H worked …
