A quick note...

I have a lot to say when you're presented the Gold Spanko award, but I can't compose it tonight because that silly thing called work is getting in the way. And since I'm a little worried about what will happen if I don't make my deadline (afraid of that damned hairbrush, not my employer!), I have to focus on that tonight.

I'm just stopping in to say that I'm glad I didn't lose too many points for squirming, especially when the inner thigh thing happened.

Ouch is an understatement.

Oh! And I wanted to post pictures of your tools of torment.

Still obsessing

My kids are away tonight...

I know you can't be here, but I wish you could. It's going to be a long night if I can't stop thinking about this. Reading the Beauty trilogy again today didn't help.

I'll leave you with this. I thought it was funny and thought I'd share:

Wondering

Do you think anyone has found this? Think it's still just us here?

If there's anyone out there, leave us a comment.

A day of procrastination

Today, I spent all day reading spanking stories online (like this one). I can't stop thinking about the ritual you've created and how much I need it. I crave being over your lap, standing in the corner afterwards, and feeling exposed and humble. I really do need our 'therapy' more than I ever realized.

Heh. And I thought it was all fun and games. ;)

I think this recent round of obsession started with your email about how you'd spank me daily if you were my neighbor. Yesterday, I was thinking about how you'd have to make up reasons, since I'm just so perfect. ;)

Then, when I pulled into my driveway yesterday afternoon, my real-life neighbor gave me a hard time about the brand new dent in my car. Although he chuckled and walked away, I imagined what you probably would have done when I told you how it got there.

And that is what I've done all day besides work.