Things That Annoy Me, Part Whatever

That's right, I've lost track. Really, it would be much easier to list the things that don't annoy me. But not as much fun and certainly not as cathartic.

Every now and then, I feel like ranting about a phrase or term that irks me. The last time I did, the phrase was "I'd take a bullet for you." First of all, that's a stupidly empty phrase -- people just say it to sound like Friend of the Year, when they know damn well they'll never have to prove it. And second, who says I want you to take a bullet for me? Then you're dead or maimed, and I'm left with lifelong guilt. No, thank you.

Anyway... today's phrase is the feel-good saying: "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened."

OK, on its sweet and shiny surface, it sounds nice. Scratch off the veneer, and you'll see that it's utter BS.

Sure, it would be nice to completely bypass the normal grieving process of loss and skip straight to the warm and happy fuzzies. And maybe some people can do that -- if they are robots, or if they're lucky enough to be sociopaths who are devoid of those pesky human emotions.

Along the same lines, I recently came across a post where the writer was talking about the transience of some relationships. I can't remember the exact wording, but it was something along the lines of, "People come and go in our lives. There is no point in morning [sic] those who have gone; we should simply focus on what we learned from them."

Oh, kiss my ass. Tell you what, folks. Don't tell me not to cry, and don't tell me not to mourn. Don't invalidate my feelings. And if you don't, I'll do my part and I won't call you an idiot for spewing such drivel.

I'm not saying we should steep ourselves in grief and stay there indefinitely. But feeling sad, crying, etc. over something we've lost is part of the process, a step that cannot be skipped. It deserves acknowledgement and patience. Telling someone they shouldn't cry or grieve is the very thing that's going to keep them stuck. Because they'll shove down the feelings and never process them properly.

I know what you're thinking. "You have your own feel-good phrase that you trot out, Erica." Yes, I do. "The depth of your despair will be the height of your joy."

Let's review. Is there any part of that saying that tells the person not to despair? That denies or invalidates the existence of the sadness? No. It is merely a statement of hope, reminding the person that if they are capable of feeling deep pain, then in turn, they can also feel great joy. And they will, sooner or later. When I'm in the pits, I tell myself this, and I know that at some point, the tide will turn.

Here's a thought, folks: Next time you talk to someone who has just suffered a loss of whatever kind, spare them the invalidating homilies. Instead, simply offer them your most heartfelt "I'm so sorry."

Enough of that. In other news, my Cane-iac blog got Chrossed today, which makes me happy. That will bring even more attention to them, which they deserve. I received my second cane in the mail today, so it will be tested next Monday. :-)

And finally -- I may be an Uber-curmudgeon this time of year, but let it not be said that I can't laugh at myself. Check out my December persona, courtesy of the brilliant Zelle. :-)

Those glasses are not mine; she Photoshopped them on. Damn, she's good!  Oh, and where did she get a photo of me making such a smug face? Where else... it's my mug shot from Spanking Court.

Have a great weekend, y'all.

A happy post for a change

Happy Friday, everyone. In direct contrast to my last two cranky, Grinch-y posts, I've got some fun things to share today.

First, I have a new interview up on the blog Spank Place. If you haven't seen this site, do check it out. Every month, Mark interviews someone in the scene, and I was very flattered when he asked me.

He made the effort to ask several questions specific to me, which I appreciated. One of them was "What is Spanking Court?", so I was very happy to give them a big plug. He asked for a selection of pictures and so I sent him a head shot plus six random spanking shots. He put up five of the seven, so there's a nice pictorial along with the interview. You can read it here.

And even better -- I sort of got Double-Chrossed today. My Rough entry from Monday was included, plus my interview. Thank you, Mr. Chross! That does my little attention-whore heart good.

This was a weird week. I have been feeling especially square-peggish, and it seemed that wherever I went, cyber or real, I clashed with someone. On Twitter, someone jumped on my ass because she didn't like something I posted. Yup, I said I didn't like seeing Bible study posts on my FetLife feed, and she said I was judgmental. Oh, please! I wasn't judging people who study the Bible. But some things just aren't a good mix. Do you see me going to church study groups and talking about spanking, bondage and other forms of happy debauchery? Especially since most religious groups think people like us are going to fry in hell? Whatever.

Then on FetLife, I expressed some thoughts on a controversial topic and was laughed at by a condescending know-it-all. Frustrated, I went to the gym later that day to blow off some steam, and had a particularly unpleasant encounter with a pair of women in my class. They were making so much noise right behind me, talking and laughing, and I couldn't concentrate on the really tough moves the teacher was putting us through. So I politely asked them (yes, I was polite) if they would please take it down a bit. Their response was to glare at me, then spend the rest of the class whispering and snickering behind me. I felt like I was back in grade school.

I came home thinking, Jeeeezus, I can't get along with anyone. I really need my own island. Perhaps my own planet.

Then yesterday, I got a lovely present.

A while back, I had a correspondence with a young woman just breaking into the spanking scene. She had read my book and had many questions, so we passed some lengthy emails back and forth. After a while, she joined FetLife, and I've seen her bloom. She's posting pictures, making friends, getting tons of comments, and it's like watching a kid in a candy store. I was very happy for her.

Yesterday, she posted this on my wall:

Erica, just wanted to send you yet another quick soul-felt thank you. If it weren't for you, I might never have started down this path of experiencing these things. You were so kind and gentle with me, right from the start, so willing to communicate so openly. Your kindness has opened so many doors for me. Thank you.

She may never fully comprehend how much that meant to me, and how timely it was. If I'd received this a year ago, I would have included it in my book. What a keeper.

Thank you, dear. Enjoy and embrace your journey. You have so many treats ahead of you.

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Correspondence Hall of Shame, 4/22

Happy Good Friday. Happy Chross Day (thank you again, Chross). Happy Earth Day. OK, I think that covers everything.

This CHoS is short, but I thought posting something humorous might help counteract this blue mood I'm in.

I changed the name on this one, because it works better if I leave a name in place. Granted, this one isn't really rude, but as you'll see, it's a bit strange:

My name is Joe and I am 25 years old! I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do some online sessions! I think you are really quite cute and would love to punish you! Maybe we could work it out to do a real sessions!
Thanks for the time, Joe!

Someone needs to disable this guy's exclamation point key. Can you imagine doing an online session with him? "Bad girl! Hold still! Smack! Smack! You need to be punished! I'm going to punish you! I'm taking you over my knee right now! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

But here's the gem of the week:

I AM PERFECT FOR YOU LOVER! SERIOUSLY I HAVE AN INSATIABLE ASS FETISH THAT WOULD AMAZE YOU AND I AM ALWAYS IN NEED OF A NEW BOTTOM.WHENEVER-WHEREVER I AM ADDICTED TO LICKING,SUCKING,AND FUCKING A NICE ASS LIKE YOURS.PLEASE MESSAGE ME ASAP SINCE WE LIVE SO CLOSE.I PROMISE YOU'LL BE PLEASED.

OK, first -- STOP YELLING. Second, not in a million years would I be your lover. Third, you mention every possible thing that can be done to an ass... except the one thing I want, which is spanking. Oh, wait. There is one more thing that can be done to an ass -- kicking it out the cyber door.

I wonder if people with insatiable ass fetishes become proctologists?

And finally -- I've mentioned that on occasion, I find something so completely off the wall in my keyword search section, it cries out to be posted:

easter seals ucp yanceyville nc

Sure, that makes sense. Naturally, a search for Easter Seals in North Carolina would lead to a Jewish spanko in California. (insert shrugging with perplexed face emoticon here)

To everyone who celebrates Easter, have a good one. And even if you don't, eat some chocolate anyway. Have a great weekend, y'all.

Happy Tax Day

Or is that an oxymoron? Perhaps I should say Happy Chross Day. Can I briefly mention the amazing power that man has in the blogosphere? Last week, I didn't make the cut, and I swear my page hits went into the dumpster. (sniff) By midweek this week, even with all my blathering about books and my Monday scene, they were pitiful next to what I usually get. Did anyone else's views take a nosedive too -- was it just one of those weeks? Whatever. I am being obsessive about the numbers game. Can't help it, though, when I hear something like what Mr. Smith the author told me last week. We were talking about popular sites and he told me of a blog/website of a popular femdom, I don't remember her name. On average, she gets 20,000 hits a day. Twenty-thousand???? Sometimes I feel like I am batting for the wrong team!

Perhaps for another blog post sometime, I should open the floor about the mystique and worship of female dominants. I saw it when I worked at Passive Arts, I see it on the various kink sites, I have seen it through John. It's fascinating to me.

I posted a similar request to the one I did on Model Mayhem, only this time on FetLife in a Models and Photographers forum. What a difference! I've received several nice offers and now I have to decide which way to go. I suppose I could have more than one photographer take some shots, right? Choices are good things. Once I get this photo, then I can start addressing the formatting and finalizing. Exciting stuff!

And in three weeks, I shoot for Spanking Court. I have no idea what my "crime" is going to be... any ideas that haven't been done to death? I know I'm doing two sessions; they offered me a choice of 1-3 sessions in one shooting day, and I decided to go for the middle option. I can't wait!

All this fun activity will help take my mind off the Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic City, end of this month. So many of my friends are going and it sounds like it's going to be quite the event. (sigh) Because the hotel is small, the body count is limited and they filled up months ago, but we wouldn't have been able to make it anyway. John ends up paying for nearly everything on these weekends, since he is in so much better financial shape than I. And since spanking parties are really my thing more than his, I feel guilty about asking him to do more than one a year, because they are quite expensive. Perhaps next year, we'll consider doing both BBW and SL. After all, we did SL and Florida Moonshine last year. Meanwhile, I have friends who have promised to give me all the details.

Back to the blog hits thing for a moment -- have I gotten complacent? Has my blog become too redundant? Anything you guys would enjoy seeing discussed here? Sometimes I feel like I've covered every topic and aspect of the scene at least twice. There are so damn many of us out there, chattering away on these blogs. What keeps people coming back, when the topics cycle and recycle all over the blogosphere?

Yes, I'm all over the place. Focus, Erica. There is a stack of mail to attend to, a birthday card that must be addressed and mailed (yes, some of us still send those), errands to run, chores to do, must get ready to head for John's. Have a great weekend, y'all.

I am well and truly screwed :-)

Several things happened after yesterday's adventure. It seems that I am in big trouble, with both John and New Guy. :-O

First, when I spoke with John last night and told him of my scene after the fact, his reaction was, "You did not have my permission, young lady." Mind you, John hasn't been toppy in months, due to his illness. Plus, he knows I am in very capable hands with NG. So I was quite taken aback when he refused to listen to my wheedling and said we needed to "brush up" on the rules. Oh my. OK, it could be just talk.

And then I received this message from New Guy:

Well, well, well....... Allowing strangers into your apartment. Strangers with names like "The Villain." Strangers you have not properly vetted. This sort of reckless behavior could get you into some serious trouble. I will see you Monday at 5pm.

My heart, which had finally settled down from the afternoon, resumed its banging and leapfrogging. I noticed the earlier hour and asked him if he had the day off. He said yes, because even Cesar Chavez thinks I need a good spanking. Damn... I didn't even know he had his own holiday.

I might as well just kiss my butt goodbye right now.

Oh, but wait. I'm going to need it. Because this morning I heard from Alpine Sierra Studios, the Spanking Court company. They'd seen yesterday's blog, and they are interested. :-) 

Villain posted on my FetLife wall that he was getting emails from my blog, that his hand stings and his girlfriend was giggling at him. I decided to write her a little note to thank her; I don't take it lightly when another woman is OK with her man playing with me, having been seriously burned by jealousy in the past. She wrote me back a lovely reply, saying he was grinning like a Cheshire cat when he came home, that I could count on his coming back, and they'd probably see me in Spanking Court soon (she works for them, too).

My head is exploding.

Stay tuned, folks. I think I'm going to have stories. You know, this week, my blog hits and comments were wayyyy down. Perhaps now they will kick back into gear a bit. :-)

I didn't go to the gym yesterday, so I'm going to work out this afternoon and then head for John's. Last weekend of cloudy weather before we switch things up and head back in the high 70s and low 80s next week. Damn...

Oh, and congratulations to all my fellow Chrosslings today! Have a great weekend, y'all.

Correspondence Hall of Shame, 2/25

Yippee! It's Chross and CHoS day! :-D


WHAT did you just say to me?





















First up:

well it nice coming accross your profile and i think it really intresting... You want to be treated right. You want to be valued and understood. You want to be free to express yourself and you understand the world around you. You are strong and pasionate, intense and gentle. You are attracted to a man I will like to know more about you.here is my e-mail adres

(yawn) And how many women did we send this to today?

i cant beleave how hot and sexy you are in your photo i love it so much.nothing is as nice as you nothing.you are like so hot.the pleasure in you is so feels beautyful .....you seem like such a cool lady ,i know im maybe not your typ but i had to say this anyways either way.

(wrestling open the Advil bottle) Maybe not my typ? Honey, you're definitely not my typ.

This one's from a guy who noticed I have pictures of broken implements:

As a hobby I make paddles of different types and different materials. If you look at my pictures is a small sample of what I do. I makes some of birch plywood that won't break, even on the hardest ass....

You makes? Good for you, Popeye. But I yam not interested.

I think you have a great smile and a perfect - - - thought I was going to say "ass" didn't you, great bottom. Would love to be able to caress and feel both, before spanking the ladder.

Ouch! Better sand that ladder first or you'll get splinters.

And if I didn't think I was going to hell before, I sure do now:

wat a desperate look all of u sinful funky its shall all fall oneday for u all are plagues of moral distruction

(laughing) Ah, yes, I am a plague. Every time I open my mouth, locusts fly out. My dear, if you think my li'l old spanking fetish is the cause of moral distruction [sic], you need to get off your knees and get out more. And your first stop should be night school to take Remedial English.

Nothing like a good snark to start off the weekend! I admit, I'm a little out of sorts today, feeling prickly and hard-edged. John was supposed to have today off... not only does he not have today off, but he is working tomorrow morning as well. So I'm not going to his place tonight. It's not that I'm upset about staying home this evening -- it's going to be rainy and cold anyway. But I'm worried about him. All that stuff he said about turning over a new leaf and not working so hard seems to have fallen by the wayside. I guess once a workaholic, always a workaholic? (sigh) I know that fretting over him changes nothing and just annoys him, so I need to stop.

So I try to distract myself and go on FetLife last night, attempting to have some fun, and all I see on the activity feed are graphic, gross and extreme photos, with severely thrashed bottoms, tops bragging about having made them that way, and other bottoms oohing and ahhing over how pretty they are. You know... I wish I could understand this. I wish I knew why it offends me so. I mean, these are clearly consensual scenes and the bottoms aren't upset about them. So why should I be? Ack. Perhaps I should stay off FL for a little while and clear my head. When I'm in judgment mode, I know I'm a bit off and I need to be quiet until it passes.

Tomorrow will be fine -- John and I will be seeing an old friend for dinner and catching up, so that should be fun. And then before I know it, it will be Monday again. :-)

I leave you with a baffling search keyword phrase I found in my stats this morning:

a.full.epasoad.of,spankings

Say it with me, kids -- WTF??????

Have a great weekend, y'all. :-)

Friday mash-up

I'm all over the place today. First, to wrap up my Gym Rant post from earlier this week -- I swear, the Gym Gods read it and punished me. On Wednesday, when I was in my usual class, a man came in late and 1) stood right in front of me, blocking my view of the instructor; 2) proceeded to do nearly everything incorrectly and with horrible form, and 3) was out of sync with the rest of the class. Can't people tell when 30 people are moving a different way than they are?? Then yesterday, in another class, the microphone wasn't working and the instructor didn't like having to shout, so she was off her game. She still blasted the music so you couldn't hear her, and since I'm blind as a bat and don't wear my glasses when working out, I couldn't see what she was doing either. Arrrrgghhhh! I give up. The things I go through to beat back the ravages of Father Time. Some days, I wish my vanity would take a hike.

On to more positive things: Happy Chross Friday! And congratulations to all the co-bloggers who were listed today as well. Is it my imagination, or is Chross's list growing longer? So many great choices!

You know, some might get sick of my exultations every time I make this illustrious list. But I can't help it -- it's fun! It's flattering. And it's such a kick to watch my hits soar. Yes, I am an attention whore. I admit it. I joke about it. I invite people to giggle at it. It is what it is. But I know I'm not alone. :-)

Checking my stats yesterday, I notice I was getting hundreds of hits from a bondage blog. Huh? I went to look, and sure enough, my "Stranger" entry had been quoted in a blog about various aspects of bondage. Interesting note: The blog author had set up the entry by saying that I'd posted my blog about Abduction Guy's pictures to put ideas into New Guy's head. Actually, I didn't. Not consciously, anyway. I was genuinely bewildered and rattled about my reactions to those photos, and I wanted to talk about it. But I sure am glad it turned out the way it did. (beaming)

And finally -- anyone want a giggle? Go check out the mischief that Poppy is up to. Apparently the Princesses are in revolt. Feel free to join in throwing me under the bus (or under the moat, as the case may be). (And yes, I was consulted beforehand and heartily gave my approval.)

Another weekend upon us... off to John's later, and then will be celebrating a spanking good President's Day on Monday. Happy, happy me. :-)

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Happy Friday blathering

It's Friday of what John has been calling "Valentine Week." I know, I know, we're nauseating. But please bear with me. This is the one time a year where I throw my customary cynicism out the window and indulge in sheer romantic mush. Yeah, yeah... it's a date on the calendar, we should be like this all year round and not just one day, it's too commercial, blah blah freaking blah. I don't care. No one's gonna rain on my little giddy parade. :-)

And of course, what's my favorite thing these days about Fridays? Getting Chrossed! My incredible scene with New Guy this week landed me not only on the Chross list, but on PaddleMePink's and Kaelah's blogs as well. Thank you, one and all. When I write about a wonderful experience, I get to relive it... and then when others enjoy, comment on and cite it, I relive it yet again. Such a lovely cycle.

While perusing Chross's choices this week, I ran across something that made me cheer. (Yes, I do get excited over the damndest things.)

You guys have listened to me babble on and on for years about my favorite mainstream spanking scene, the Robert Horton/Susan Oliver spanking in the Wagon Train episode, "The Maggie Hamilton Story." I first saw it on my Cinema Swats VHS tape and I dissolved into a puddle of girl goo, as Danny used to say.

However, much to my frustration, the scene was nowhere to be found in its entirety online. There was a clip of it, but it was severely truncated. Instead of showing the delicious buildup to their confrontation, it started right in the middle of it. And then it cut out abruptly after the spanking, without showing the sweet moments afterward. I could describe the full scene until I was blue in the face, but nothing was like seeing it.

So I was delighted to see that Le Monde De La Fessee found that full clip and has posted it! The blog is in French, but don't pay any mind to that, just look at the pictures and then the video. Susan Oliver is the perfect impossible brat ("If I kill you, it will be your fault!"). And ladies, if you have never seen this clip in its entirety, go, go watch. I guarantee you that the last few seconds alone will make you melt. And while you may never have heard of Robert Horton prior to this, you will have a crush on him forevermore. ("You're going to grow up. All the way. Right now.") Swooooooooooooooooooooooon... McLintock and his stooooopid coal shovel -- Meh! Flint McCullough (Horton's character) is my epitome of a spanking man. :-D

Anyway (fanning myself), on to the weekend. I've already received my Valentine's Day roses... last Tuesday. John likes to send them early, mixing it up, so I'll be surprised. Not red, but peach. And not a dozen, but fifteen. I'm not sure why he chose that number, but this is our 15th Valentine's Day together, so that could be it. It would be very much like him to remember a detail like that.

I have a large Tupperware filled with brownies from scratch, a heart-shaped balloon and a nice card (not too flowery/mushy, just right). And I will bring something pretty to wear tomorrow night when he takes me to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, including some new panties. ;-)

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Correspondence Hall of Shame, 1/14

First order of today's business -- blowing a smooch to Chross for including my followup post on caning on his list this week. And congratulations to all the others who made it! After reading some of the entries, I beefed up my Blog List.

OK, back to the morons. We begin with the tried-and-true:

Nice ass for 53!

(sigh) Oh, fuck off.

(sorry, but if he's not going to be imaginative, then neither am I.)

id luv 2 meat u sexy ;o)

I'll just bet you'd luv 2 meat me, honey. So, was that an intentional play on words, or is he simply too illiterate to know how to spell meet?

After being spanked your probably all wet I would be able to tell by the aroma that I love so well. Then I would like to lick you taste you ah the smell and taste of a woman. Mmmmm

Ah, the sound of an idiot. I'd say that I taste just like chicken, but Bonnie already brilliantly used that line this week. :-)

hi sexy how r u i would love to give u a bad ass spanking

You think I have a bad ass? Gee... some people like it.

Best for last, as usual:

I want to confess that I had a fantasy thinking about you.  I was thinking how nice it would be if i could ask you to do things and you would do them.  And you could ask me as well.  I was thinking of asking you to place your left hand on your labia, pulled up slightly and allow your clitoris to pop between your fingers on your left hand.   Then take your index finger, lick it softly, then rub ever so softly on your clitoris, making slow circles.  I am dying to know how long you could do until you couldn't stand it any more.  Sounds like fun to me.

You know, you could have consolidated all that gibberish into one sentence: I want to watch you masturbate. I applaud your flowery efforts, but the answer is still no.

This isn't a correspondence, but it's so ridiculous, I'm sharing it anyway. Every now and then I go to my Blogger Stats and check the keyword phrases, as Bonnie does for her side-splitting Keyword Chaos. Most of the time, mine are pretty straightforward and standard, but once in a while, there's something totally bizarre, like this:

bleach spanking party

Say it with me, kids... WTF? OK, I figured out that they most likely meant "beach spanking party" (Florida Moonshine). But still...

So, does one use the bleach to whiten the bottom for the next go-round? :-)

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Post-holiday joy, and virus questions

What a fun treat -- came home from John's this evening and discovered that I was included in a special Christmas Chross list. I thought he had skipped the Spankings of the Week this week, due to the holidays. :-D  Always makes me happy to be in that illustrious list! I see, besides many of the usual great choices, two of my dearest buddies were highlighted as well -- Zelle and Wolfie -- for what I believe is their first time! Congratulations to all.

So, how was everyone's Christmas? What'd you do? John and I had a lovely and peaceful time. Friday night it was just us; we went out for sushi, then came home, lit a fire and watched It's a Wonderful Life. Saturday, we lounged and lolled around in bed until after noon. Nothing was open, so I'd brought soup and rolls to have for lunch, which we enjoyed with Christmas-y jazz playing in the background. Later that day, we went to his sister's for dinner. It was just family this time, no big wild crowd, and it was actually quite nice, just 13 of us. We had Cornish hens and braised rabbit for dinner, with salad and vegetables and mashed potatoes. Normally I'm a bit squeamish about the idea of eating Thumper, but I have to say the rabbit was incredibly good. I even had a glass of champagne, and John made fun of me because my face was flushed and I was giggling at everything. I'm such a lightweight!

We came home around 9:00 (it was pouring rain), lit the fire again, made tea and watched a Marx Brothers movie. I'd treated myself to a boxed set of their first five flicks -- love those guys! We didn't do much in the way of presents this year, due to John's illness... far too preoccupied for that. I'd noticed, when I cleaned his house that one time, that his vacuum cleaner was broken, so I bought him a cordless hand vacuum cleaner, the best one I could find. Not a very romantic gift, but practical, and something he'd never buy for himself. Plus chocolate, of course. He gave me a gift card from Kohl's, so I can buy some new clothes. And today when we were at brunch, I noticed there was a small wad of cash in my wallet that hadn't been there before. "Sweetie," I said, "where did this money come from?"

He just looked, shrugged and said, "Guess Santa thought you were extra good this year."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See? SEE? I was good, dammit! New Guy lied when he said Santa was mad at me! Hummmmmpppph. Boy, is he getting a piece of my mind tomorrow.

I have a question for the blog experts out there. One of my readers wrote to me and said she thought she might be getting viruses off my blog! She wanted to give me a heads-up, saying that whenever she came on to read, her virus protection would catch something new. Also, it was happening when she went to Pixie's blog. I've also heard from her and others that people were getting viruses and various warnings when they went to the Spanking Spot.

What could this be? How does one's blog get infected by a virus? I mean, I've run all my programs and come up with nothing; I have no infections. If one's blog is transmitting a bug somehow, how does one stop it? And how do you know if it's really happening in the first place? I mean, if my blog had a bug, wouldn't it pass it on to everyone who comes on it? (According to my reader, it happens immediately.) And regarding Spanking Spot, I've gone on there many times to check on my blog votes, and haven't caught a thing. So what could be going on? Any clues? Anyone else having a bug problem with my blog? Or is it just a coincidence, something with Blogger and not with me, a browser issue, what? Blech.

Oh well. Not going to fret over it tonight; I feel too good. :-) Hope everyone had a very special holiday!

Wow! :-)

This blog is four months old, and today, I broke 100,000 page views! Special thanks and big cyber-hugs to Chross and his Spankings of the Week listings, which have no doubt sent 1,000s of those hits my way. I love how my views spike sharply upward on the Fridays when I get Chrossed! :-)

I have a query for my readers. I have my regular commenters (and I love you guys), and some periodic commenters. However, a whole lot of you never do, and I know it's due in part to the fact that I turned off the Anonymous comments option. I get emails and messages from people saying, "Hey, couldn't comment on the blog, but wanted you to know that I really liked..." etc.

Two weeks after I came to Blogger, some asshat took exception to one of my topics (and some of the comments on it) and went on a spree, insulting my readers with a barrage of his own nasty remarks. I erased and erased, but he kept reposting. I even directly pleaded with him to stop, but he would not. Finally, I had no choice but to turn off the Anonymous option, since Blogger doesn't allow one to block individuals. I have always endeavored to make my blog open and have people feel safe in joining in and making it interactive, and I wasn't about to let one malcontent ruin that.

Now, I'm toying with the idea of turning that option back on. If I do, I would have to be more vigilant. I might turn on Moderate Comments on the weekends. And I would have to ask all of you to help me out -- if someone were to hurl an anonymous potshot, they must be ignored. No replies, no acknowledgment, no engaging with them. I will delete their comments as soon as I see them.

What do you guys think? Do blogs feel more open and friendly when anyone can comment? Should I try allowing the anonymous comments again?

If you can't comment with your opinion, shoot me an email. :-D

Meanwhile, thank you for reading! You guys make me sooooooo happy when I see all the hits.



Of course I sit at my computer dressed like this. Doesn't everyone?

(Yeah, I know I've posted this shot before. But it fit so well into this topic!)

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Correspondence Hall of Shame, 11/12

Happy Friday, everyone. Today's CHoS has only three entries, but I'd say that the last one has enough material for three or four on its own.

Single and looking for a wife .you sound perfect
if you are willing to relocate reply back at we can get toknow each oter better.

Uh... I sound perfect to relocate and marry you? What part of "I'm in a relationship" wasn't clear? Sorry, I'm marriage-averse. I'm also idiot-averse.

i cant beleave how hot and sexy you are in your photo this early morning i love it so much.nothing is nicer then you in a morning.

Beleave [sic] me, honey, there is nothing nice about me in the morning. Must have coffee and a shower. Then I'm still a bitch until noon.

And finally: What do I love, guys? Long, blathering intro emails that are obviously form letters, professing that I just might be the one. Read on:

How'r you doing,hope you fine and in good health condition,i read thru your profile and i really loved what i read and thanks for your intrest,My name is xxxxxxx and i hope u would read my profile and find out more about me,i asked myself some questions and give u the answer,can u also answer them and let me know what you think,i would take them one after the other:

So what do you like to do for fun? Your hobbies and interests can reveal a lot about you, and I'd like to learn more. Is there anything special that you're passionate about? I love swimming,taking walks down the park,observing nature,running and walking,i also love cooking and taking walks by the sea side,I'm passionate about a candle lit dinner with i and my partner holding hands together and sharing intimate things about each other. Are you close to your family? I was asking if you're close to your family in the emotional kind of way, but now that I think about it, do they live nearby, too? I'm not really close to my family,cos i don't have one,but each day and night i really miss them all,they don't live nearby. How would you describe your sense of humor? Some people like silly slapstick, while others go for more subtle stuff. What tickles your funny bone? My sense of humor is quite intresting,i'm shy at first but as we get closer i feel free to express my heart desires. What kind of food do you like? Do you have a favorite restaurant? Some like hot and spicy, others prefer comfort food. If you had to pick one type of food, what would you say is your favorite? I love american food and also italian food and most times,i love to cook for myself.I love Mc donalds.I love comfort food. Wow! We could be a match. Would you like to chat online? It seems like we have a lot in common. I'd love to talk to you more and see what develops. What do you think? here till hear from u soon

(groaning and reaching for the Advil bottle) This one speaks for itself, people. I have nothing to add.

John is into the second week of his IV therapy. He says he is not feeling as fatigued, and although he's still in a weakened state, now it feels more like he has a mild cold instead of a raging flu. He says the docs told him it's OK to stay at the weight he's at right now, because his BMI is fine and a lighter weight is easier on his heart. But between us... he lost 20 pounds, and I would love to see him gain back 10. Perhaps when he's feeling better and can start working out again, he'll put some muscle back on.

It's been a really rough time, but I think I'm seeing some light now. My sweetheart is getting better. I have an awesome new play partner. I actually got a work project this week. And I got Chrossed today (thank you, Chross, for my soaring view count!). For this moment, all is well in my world.

Oh, and because I received a request for a photo that is not bottom-centric, here's a shot of me in happy mode:

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Three weeks in a row!

I can't believe it -- I've been Chrossed three Fridays in a row. My little attention whore heart is bursting. Oh, and I see my sisters Bonnie, Hermione, Poppy and barely-pink are on the roster this week as well. High-fives, ladies!

Let's see... I've played with New Guy three times, blogged about our play three times, and gotten Chrossed with all three of those blogs. Think he might be a lucky charm? :-)

I really wanted to post a CHoS today, but I didn't have enough material and don't like posting a half-ass collection. Maybe by next week it will be whole-ass.

J is still sick. 'Nuff said there. I'm going to his place tomorrow morning. At least it will be clean; I went there earlier this week while he was working and dusted, mopped, scrubbed and threw out trash. He's been too sick to do any maintenance and I couldn't stand it anymore. Oh, and I swept about a month's worth of leaves off his deck in the back yard, and I have the blistered thumb to show for it. Not that I'm a martyr or anything. Heavens to Betsy, no!

Last night at 2:00 a.m., my refrigerator started making very loud squealing noises. It was running, but the noise was awful -- I swear, it sounded like there was a puppy trapped in the freezer. So this morning, I got out the trusty Yellow Pages and looked up a local repair place. I described the problem to the tech and he said someone would come to my place between 12 and 2 today. I said thanks and hung up.

Right after I hung up, the noise stopped. Then started again, not as bad. Then stopped. Then a few squeaks... and silence. Hasn't made the noise since. Figures! Dammit... why does that always happen? I know how to make the noise start up again -- call and cancel the tech! Meh.

Spanking-wise, I have very good news. Either Monday or Tuesday, I am playing with... drum roll... Craig! I last saw him at the Shadow Lane party, and before that, we hadn't had a one-on-one scene since last June. Why? His life is overloaded lately, with lots of work, business trips back to back, etc. In fact, next week he was supposed to go to China, but then that got cancelled. So we're seizing the opportunity. I am looking forward to it. :-)

New Guy says that the week after, my butt is his. You know, I could get used to this weekly spanking thing. I like it. I like it a lot.

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Friday Hodgepodge + Question

No CHoS today -- I think I scared all the pervs away last week. :-)  Not to worry, they'll be back, I'm sure.

A bright spot in my Friday morning -- I got Chrossed! Again! Two weeks in a row! That's never happened before. Funny, I was just chatting with Craig last night about how some people write such creative and cool blogs that they get Chrossed week after week. This truly is the holy grail for spanking bloggers, folks. barely pink commented to me recently -- I can't remember the exact quote, but it was something along the lines of, "You know someone is important when their name has become a verb."

Side note: My entry that got Chrossed was the one about stress relief. This week, Devlin O'Neill also blogged about spanking as stress relief -- from a top's point of view. He got Chrossed as well. Excellent!

I'm not going to J's tonight. We decided that there's no point in my driving 30+ miles in Friday traffic to his place, just to watch his TV while he sleeps. (sigh) Instead, I will go there tomorrow morning after he's had a good night's rest and take him to lunch, spend the rest of the weekend. In every cloud there is a silver lining; we get to pass on taking his mother to lunch tomorrow, as we did last Saturday. Yes, I'm a bitch. :-Þ  For God's sake... I see my mother once every couple of months; we take J's mother to lunch every single weekend. Plus, she has three other grown kids, all local, who visit her and take her out as well. J can miss a couple of Saturdays.

Well, at least I get another dose of Stress-B-Gone on Monday. New Guy has the day off and is coming over that afternoon. He says he might even consider taking me out for a bite to eat if I'm a good girl. I guess I'll starve. :-D

Tomorrow, October 9, would have been John Lennon's 70th birthday. Seventy??? Un-freaking-believable. He'll always be a cheeky young "moptop" to me. The man who I said I would marry when I grew up (hey, I was six). The man whose death made me cry for two weeks. Happy birthday, John. And happy 35th birthday to Sean Ono Lennon, John's Beautiful Boy, also born October 9.

Question for you guys, along the lines of Chross's recommendations -- what makes you read a blog? There are so, so many of them out there. I don't know where Chross finds the time to read them all during each week to choose his list, but how about the rest of you? What draws you? Pictures? Stories? Stuff about the spanking video industry? Real-life D/D households? Humor? Which blogs do you read regularly, and why?

On that note, have a great holiday weekend, y'all.

Correspondence Hall of Shame, 10/1

Happy Friday, everyone. Some pre-weekend laughs for you.

Like your pix's and your bottom.......
Would love to spank..kiss and lick it..

You know, pix is short for pictures. Therefore, adding apostrophe + s to pix is redundant and makes you look stupid. Just thought you might like to know.

Lovely ass for spanking and whipping and much more ;)
you are hot cougar ;)

I do not want to know what the "much more wink wink" is. Go away.

you do prefer whitemeat correct?

Well, that depends. I don't care much for pork. But I do like chicken breasts. They're so much lower in fat and when prepared properly, they are as juicy and flavorful as thighs or drumsticks.

I trust this answers your question?

And finally, this gem:

My name Is Xxxx and I saw your profile and would like to know if you would like to have your own personal pussy eating/ass licking slave who will service your legs,pussy and ass orally in anyway that you desire.I just love sucking on pussy,licking a womans ass all over,rimming her and taking her verbal commands on how she enjoys getting pleased for as long as she desires.I can orally please you nonstop in anyway that you choose for as long as you enjoy it.I would love to be your new pussy eating/ass licking slave if you desire one.I look forward to serving you.

(groan) How do you serve someone orally when you never stop talking?

And again with all this pussy business. How many times do I have to tell you morons, leave my pussy alone?

Moving on... So I heard from New Guy, and he asked if he was "going to have to spank me again on Monday." I wrote back and said I didn't know about have to, but I'm sure he'd come up with some lame reason. His reply to that included this:

Monday 6:30 p.m. Expect to get what you deserve!

Well, you know, after a damn-near lifetime of therapy plus lots of positive reinforcement from friends and loved ones, I have come to believe that I am deserving of good things! So does that mean he's going to show up with a present? Nothing too expensive, dear, we just met. :-) But I appreciate the thought.

Have a great weekend, y'all. R.I.P., Tony Curtis.

EDIT: My blog about my belated birthday spanking got Chrossed today! Yippeeeeeeeeee! :-D

Correspondence Hall of Shame, 9/17

Before I get to this week's festivities, I'm happy to announce that Richard's postings of our interview from the SL party got Chross'd this week! :-)

The first two entries have the dubious distinction of correct spelling (and how sad is that, that good spelling should be an anomaly):

I want to be straddled by you, which would you prefer my face or my groin?

Uhhhh... that's kinda like asking me if I'd prefer cottage cheese or oatmeal, dude. Both make me sick.

This was posted to a bottom shot:

Nice piece of pudding, I'd like to dig in with my tongue!

Just remember, it isn't figgy pudding. ;-)

wats up how u doin sexxy u look verry good 4 ur age

You know, if I'd received this after the RW interview came out, I'd swear it was a joke. But no, it came in about two weeks ago. I looked at the guy's profile... nope, it wasn't a joke. Get lost, junior.

very nice ass, I wish I ws there to recive a spanking as well, as I served you orally

Hey, I already got oral servicing this week and I have a massive toothache. No, thank you.

yes baby oil all over u.......slipping and sliding all over u//////then what next

Then u slip and slide right out the door, and don't let it hit you. Byeeeee.

One last note: Regarding Wednesday's entry about figging, I received a private message from a gentleman who described in detail how he spanks and figs both his wife and his 20-something stepdaughter regularly. Then he suggested perhaps I should consider figging for when I'm "extra naughty."

OK... first of all, TMI, hon. In fact, WTDMI (Way Too Damn Much Information). And second, I guess I didn't make my stance on figging crystal clear. But maybe you're right, perhaps I should consider it. When shall I consider it? Hmmm... how about never? Does never work for ya? Please lose my email address.

J and I are going to be toothache buddies this weekend -- he's having crown work done today, poor baby. Oh well, at least we can commiserate. On a cheerier note, tomorrow (9/18) is Craig's birthday. Yes, I got the date right this time. Can't believe how I jumped the gun and announced it on FetLife on the 16th. Anyway, happy birthday, Craig. Hope it's a beautiful day and a spectacular year for you. :-)

Have a great weekend, y'all.