tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55359037207162348532024-03-13T23:47:45.632-07:00Everyday SpankingsEnzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-79177707670459339832023-07-04T22:12:00.004-07:002023-07-05T01:14:24.414-07:00Hello - More Roadblocks - and A Story Revisited<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hello? (Hello? Hello? Hello?)<br />Is there anybody out there?<br />Just nod if you can hear me<br />Is there anyone home?</span><br /><br />It has been so long since I’ve posted. I know I have said that in the past when have taken unplanned breaks throughout the years, but this time; well this very well may be the longest time I have been away.<br /><br /><b>So is anyone still around?</b><br /><br />I took a very brief look around our little corner of the blogosphere and was happy to see a few familiar faces still posting. I see <b><a href="https://hermionesheart.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Hermione</a></b>, I see <b><a href="https://spankedhortic.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Prefectdt</a> </b>and <b><a href="https://spankingminnesota.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ken</a></b>, I see <b><a href="https://wolfietoons.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Wolfie</a>,</b> I see <b><a href="https://fondles.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Fondles</a></b> and <b><a href="https://ericalscott.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Erica</a></b>. There are others of course, but that was simply on a very quick glance around the room to see who has remained active.<br /><br />I give credit to all those who have maintained blogging on a consistent basis. From personal experience, I know it isn’t easy to maintain. I also know it is hard to self motivate when comments are low or non-existent. <br /><br /><b>Logging back into Blogger I noticed a couple of new things</b>. First of all, I have to log into every individual blog now which seemed a bit odd. That was the least of it as I suddenly saw <b><span style="color: #cc0000;">my blog had been flagged</span>.</b> Well one post in particular had been flagged. However, in true Blogger fashion, the note across my Blogger dashboard read “This post was put behind a warning for readers because it contains sensitive content as outlined in Blogger’s Community Guidelines”. Ok so far I’m following <i>except for the basic fact that they don’t tell me which post.</i> LOL. Needless to say I’m a bit confused at this point as I'm not sure which was the “offensive” post and thus having a hard time finding the said “offense.” <br /><br /><b>Upon further research </b>into my email<b> </b>and <b>spam folder</b> to be exact, <b>I find the email warning pointing to the particular post</b>. And yet, after reading the guidelines I am still unclear of the offense. Furthermore I wonder if someone reported that post and or my entire blog in general. Nonetheless Blogger “too action”. <br /><br />The action being that now “Your blog readers must acknowledge the warning before being able to read the post/blog”. Again I am unclear if this is a different and additional step than the email log-in that is now required to see the blog. My blog, like so many others around here, was already under an "Adult Warning" page. And yet here we are, so many steps just to get to read the smut of our choosing - the outrage! <br /><br /><b>So dear readers, please let me know what you see when you log into my blog, if the process is particularly different. </b><br /><br />Now coincidentally that offensive post happened to be a 4th of July / Independence Day themed post. Since most of you know what day today is (was), I’ll leave you with a convenient link to read that timely, and possibly offensive, post here:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://everdayspankings.blogspot.com/2018/07/stars-fireworks-hump-day-story.html">https://everdayspankings.blogspot.com/2018/07/stars-fireworks-hump-day-story.html</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCO43AT6LlhR9aN_UUqB-LSgABpvRmRCPjMjtbz5G0_0v6FvAth8AElJsAf8FCun1LeXa6rjybGC3Og1VAf5jE-D1HA1UCkEEqZKQzBwMB1bKvYZ5qJfi7hoP3Z_CzrDBiL54On_LU0yjRpiWTxStv2M6TQNb2yFBXoTxACgeT9PuRcn4fgkbkvbjJQPNI/s671/WWomanSheer2%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="671" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCO43AT6LlhR9aN_UUqB-LSgABpvRmRCPjMjtbz5G0_0v6FvAth8AElJsAf8FCun1LeXa6rjybGC3Og1VAf5jE-D1HA1UCkEEqZKQzBwMB1bKvYZ5qJfi7hoP3Z_CzrDBiL54On_LU0yjRpiWTxStv2M6TQNb2yFBXoTxACgeT9PuRcn4fgkbkvbjJQPNI/s320/WWomanSheer2%202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I will give you all fair warning, or reminder, that this post in particular is a bit more graphic than the majority of my stories and posts</span><span style="font-family: arial;">. So be warned, but again that is what I though the original "Adult Warning" was all about. </span><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So, is there an additional warning on that <i>blog post page </i>as well? <br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Regardless, please enjoy the story and let me know what you think of it, </b>even if you remember reading it and commenting back then. If so, has your opinion of the story changed or stayed the same? Or especially if you have never read it before, please share your thoughts. <b>Read it there, but comment back here. <br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;"><b>And while you are at it, please let me
know how your are all doing.</b> </span>I have thought about you all, but things
have kept me away - all of which are best saved for another post
altogether. </span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-36703120762935270592022-11-18T15:33:00.001-08:002022-11-18T15:45:02.894-08:00LOL XVII - Seventeen<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Welcome one and all, it is LOL XVII.</span> </b><br /><br />Hello there, old friends, acquaintances and quiet strangers. I can't believe that here we are nearing the end of another year and in turn another edition of the yearly event with the new twist as of last year, no longer solely <i>“Love Our Lurkers”</i>; but is now the all encompassing <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>“Love Our Lifestyle”</b></i></span>. <br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I am off to a late start to the festivities, but from a quick glance at things in the blogosphere it appears as if I'm not alone in that. I am not sure how many bloggers will be participating this year, but I do <b>encourage you to visit them all and say hello</b>! <br /><br />You can visit them all via an easy blog-hop from <b>Hermione’s</b>, our official host, blog; linked for your convenience right </span></span></span><a href="https://hermionesheart.blogspot.com/2022/11/we-love-our-lifestyle.html"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></a><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://hermionesheart.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjieQ5dpW91p-yCo7VgaZB_ifyvcpBZczm5SEykJrpcVmpErjYe9ZA9vwg4FdefkpzPZE-NuMdNucKh0djYwbrcW3bKx2Lzog1qxGMEKYHzguNZYXo6xwHkzIOH6DdUtNXLYrdZrXQatwnO0uXbP21HhqbHqIBcX7z5PRDCWL9Grc0q0CdSWKGC6Hvw/s525/LOL%20XVII-17%20f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="431" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjieQ5dpW91p-yCo7VgaZB_ifyvcpBZczm5SEykJrpcVmpErjYe9ZA9vwg4FdefkpzPZE-NuMdNucKh0djYwbrcW3bKx2Lzog1qxGMEKYHzguNZYXo6xwHkzIOH6DdUtNXLYrdZrXQatwnO0uXbP21HhqbHqIBcX7z5PRDCWL9Grc0q0CdSWKGC6Hvw/s320/LOL%20XVII-17%20f.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />To
me LOL Days are an opportunity to remind you all that <span><b>this is a welcoming
place for those that share this lifestyle interest</b></span>. You know the one -
<span><b>TTWD</b></span>.<br /></span></span></span><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A reminder that this is a welcoming blog for
those who enjoy the D/s lifestyle, but in particular for those who prefer
their dynamic in any of its </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">M/f </span></span></span>iterations. <br /><br /></span></span></span></li><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">From general </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">M/f </span></span></span>relationships dynamics that exist as such, but aren’t often clearly labeled as D/s, but are in fact just that. <br /><br /></span></span></span></li><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">From
those “unlabeled” dynamics, to the titled and clearly defined
relationships such as D/lg or CG/lg. With the submissive side also possibly being
everything from and including lg, to princesses and pets and even on rare
occasion a brat. <br /><br /></span></span></span></li><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">And perhaps this is a most welcome blog <b>for those who unapologetically enjoy the cornerstone of these M/f relationships – Domestic Discipline</b>.</span></span></span></li></ul><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />So now that you know where you are at – <b>Welcome!</b><br /><br />…..</span></span></span><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />In
the past we bloggers used the opportunity of LOL Days for its original intent, to
help persuade “lurkers” to come forward and say hello; while asking the
frequent visitors here a question or two. <br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span><b>This go around, I will ask a couple of questions:</b></span></span> <br /></span></span></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Has your interest in reading these lifestyle blogs waned over time, <br />over the last year in particular; <br />remained the same, <br />or maybe possibly increased? </span></span></span></b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></li><li><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If you've visited before, is there anything that draws you to this blog </span></span></span></b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in particular?</span></span></span></b><br />(Is there something unique that you read here that appeals to you that you don't find easily elsewhere)?</span></span></span></li></ul><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I'm curious especially since I haven't post much at all this year</b>; wondering if anyone has visited much in my absence. <br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">…..</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i><b>If
you are new here</b></i></span>, you should take a moment to read the description below</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>***</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> so that you are
clear what this blog is <b><i>and more importantly what it is not</i>.</b> </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></span></span>Just as well, if you’ve been
here before, a yearly reminder wouldn’t hurt. <br /><br />…..</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Would love to hear from you anytime, but especially during these LOL days!<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><br />All the best,</span></span></span><br />
</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Enzo</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>***</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><b> An explanation of my Everyday Voice </b>as heard here:</span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>Welcome to this wonderful place that looks, sounds, feels and smells like our own
everyday world, but with some distinct differences. A place where adult
girls who shun their responsibilities, are made to pay for their
offenses, where their entitled or arrogant attitudes are checked often and their
bottoms are the primary focus of their penance. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; color: #5d5e5e; font-feature-settings: normal; font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; color: #5d5e5e; font-feature-settings: normal; font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDXMLedYzOaNQvqlPVaKPWjVboEqcbv-YIUyNDnpg50Eu54s9zs5PZ-vhwtCoOjcmQd7OaV3awtV0VQffWwBHRZppaE5dWZ5-N2VYVclRE6AmGXcNxQ7ElPkevSnW2Q1moOJMBNtqSan2bj0DpUR2z_f90k6URFN8rX7eX5SkHFygWSYbt7PZrFO49A/s600/Otkwhitepattern.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="600" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDXMLedYzOaNQvqlPVaKPWjVboEqcbv-YIUyNDnpg50Eu54s9zs5PZ-vhwtCoOjcmQd7OaV3awtV0VQffWwBHRZppaE5dWZ5-N2VYVclRE6AmGXcNxQ7ElPkevSnW2Q1moOJMBNtqSan2bj0DpUR2z_f90k6URFN8rX7eX5SkHFygWSYbt7PZrFO49A/w400-h193/Otkwhitepattern.gif" width="400" /></a></div> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; color: #5d5e5e; font-feature-settings: normal; font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>This is a place to see and hear of girls flushed to all cheeks with
embarrassment and occasionally brought to the edge of humiliation. <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pMQa2sZFJcv3IVsehBDOekDjDd8hza3D3QI1SJU6m6DTlH0392KygLrvAS6sgzfD9d179dncDuvc8KvzUBlYruuLTjvwxmE2NojLnKzTMswiEfHFoiyXhasKwY6Qg9ZUP5mlsOl-mpzhwiO9fHboop25X2HztXM5-MK1pOiJfRExWKolC77jkgdegw/s1050/CornerHeels.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="534" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pMQa2sZFJcv3IVsehBDOekDjDd8hza3D3QI1SJU6m6DTlH0392KygLrvAS6sgzfD9d179dncDuvc8KvzUBlYruuLTjvwxmE2NojLnKzTMswiEfHFoiyXhasKwY6Qg9ZUP5mlsOl-mpzhwiO9fHboop25X2HztXM5-MK1pOiJfRExWKolC77jkgdegw/w326-h640/CornerHeels.jpg" width="326" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span> </span></span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Not
only is this a place whose focus is the disciplining of young ladies in various clever and
embarrassing ways, but a place to also admire and be in awe of the
female
creature in all her inner, outer and spiritual beauty; all in an
everyday context.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxNVF88z-ZwnU_anl2QpR8E0H0b--7nBOb2JvczbszJk3xhJ-fT5fmmsSxxj13upblxhKBQxIGJ3WikAgk_lcn1kpzg6RuwEo6M8EumVzvsKMCXcXqOEU-DPcOkoYvA9ukrcoeh1P_QMZXJlY4m2cF4OkGZXDx7AqeKI_5A8RLS_MflP37pRXIA5Kikw/s750/d245b1c72c49acabd70eb355165ce4382dde84bb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxNVF88z-ZwnU_anl2QpR8E0H0b--7nBOb2JvczbszJk3xhJ-fT5fmmsSxxj13upblxhKBQxIGJ3WikAgk_lcn1kpzg6RuwEo6M8EumVzvsKMCXcXqOEU-DPcOkoYvA9ukrcoeh1P_QMZXJlY4m2cF4OkGZXDx7AqeKI_5A8RLS_MflP37pRXIA5Kikw/w266-h400/d245b1c72c49acabd70eb355165ce4382dde84bb.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>Additionally it is a place where nature and synchronicity agree and conspire<br />with short skirts and sheer dresses to turn on their
owners much to their dismay; <br />but to the welcomed entertainment and joy
of those fortunate to witness such beauty.<br /><br />.....<br /></span></span></span></span></p><div style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; color: #5d5e5e; font-feature-settings: normal; font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><b>But, please don't ever confuse this place as somewhere where women are meant to be disrespected or degraded</b>.
These stories are a blend of fantasy and reality. Non-consensual
discipline is for the young ladies who deep down secretly crave it; not
something done out of a lopsided abusive relationship or anything worse. </span></span><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span> However,
discipline here is seldom random and never unwarranted. Well
administered spankings are fully justified. The young ladies may seldom
be
willing participants, but that is the fantasy aspect right? I don't
believe every story needs to have a "disclaimer" paragraph at the end
that
explains that those involved were in a prior relationship, secretly
planning and consenting all
along as so many authors choose to include. For me that merely spoils
the entire story. <br /></span></span><b><br /></b></span></span><b>
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<span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span></span><br /></span></span>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-32037866223116893912022-05-11T02:34:00.000-07:002022-05-11T02:34:12.492-07:00Spring Cleaning - To Do’s <p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It is still Spring, correct? The world these days often doesn’t feel like it. <br /><br />I was away from this blogosphere for awhile, for an extended break (seemingly unnoticed). Upon my return I was indirectly reminded of a few things I wanted to share with you all.<br /><br />As I mentioned in my return <a href="https://everdayspankings.blogspot.com/2022/04/fair-winds-and-following-seas.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">post</a>, I was saddened to hear of Devlin’s passing, but he seemed to have planned well for it at least as far as his blog goes and thus he partially inspired this post.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Spring Cleaning - To Do’s </span><br /></b><i>3 Things To Do within the Next 3 Days</i></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #999999;">I would say do them today, but I’m realistic and yet I don’t want you to miss the urgency. Please add them to your to-do list and don’t mark them off or remove them until they are genuinely done.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>1. Back-Up your Blog - Now!</b></span><br /><br /><i>Why would I want to do that, Enzo?<br /></i><br />Because any number of unexpected things can happen. For one, if Blogger decides you have violated their terms of service in some manner they can delete it without explanation or warning. I’ve seen it happen before and it appears it might have happened to KD Pierre as of recently as his blog is now gone.<br /><br />Trust me, you’ll miss all your hard work, comments drafts and archives, if they were all to suddenly vanish without a trace one day. <br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Yes, Blogger and Wordpress both have backup features where you can download your blog to your local computer or elsewhere.</span></span></span><br /><br />Better yet, it is easy to do.<br /><br />Go do it. I’ll wait.<br /><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>Blogger</b> = Settings / Manage Blog / Back Up Content > Download</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>Wordpress</b> = Plugins / Updraft Plus / Back up Now > Download to...</span></span></span></i><br /></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br />The backup file may no be a perfect formatted blog, but it will be a nice source file to rebuild from on a new blog or new Wordpress site.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>2. Get in the Habit of Backing-Up Often! </b></span><br /><br />Again for the same reasons stated above. <br /><br />And again, I am a realist, so set realistic expectations; monthly backups -- at the very least. Weekly is ideal.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Then go into your computer or phone calendars and set up interval reminders to run a backup.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Wordpress, unlike Blogger, has an easy (</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">easier than you think) </span></span></span>automatic feature that you can set up and it will do it all for you (after the initial setup).<br /><br /><br /><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">3. Designate someone to be your Point-of-Blog Contact.</span></b><br /><br />This is a harder one to accomplish, in my opinion, however just as important.<br /><br />I’m grateful that Devlin had the foresight to do this and gave access to others to log into and monitor his blog.<br /><br />The question to ask yourself is, what if you end up with health issues that limit your ability to blog? Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone share your status with your readers?<br /><br />I have seen Bloggers get sick and sadly disappear leaving their readers to guess the outcome. It would be a nice gesture to have some sort of closure for you, your blog and your readers. </span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br />I
am fully aware that this isn’t an easy task for everyone, but if you
have a spouse or a long-term partner, that should make an obvious
first-choice designee. </span></span></span>For those of you not in long-term relationships, I’m right there with you and have no immediate solution. If you come up with a clever idea let me know.<br /><br />That’s it - You heard me fellow bloggers, young ladies and gents, <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>3 Things To Do within the Next 3 Days</i></span> - - so now go do it!<br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #999999;"><br /><br /><b>Today's lesson: </b>Most people don't like chores, but the rewards are worth the effort, better than the consequences; as is often the case for future planning. </span></span></span></span> <br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaLXgjph86le3zo7BK8HXqsG7kud8ZO8qUNZAL465xAt-IGwHfFOpv0t8Lz1njbfAjqgZt6CAJkTJBCuOXkr6eLBbX5DjbEHhdyKxU24adzyk56L8wVsIAjVbxoI1i6DjM7tYBatTQpwiFCxHEXEpO-zFVKngaHn0vdelhXaguO1zjyZOeQR2dGfRWQ/s1426/spring%20ironing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1426" data-original-width="1017" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaLXgjph86le3zo7BK8HXqsG7kud8ZO8qUNZAL465xAt-IGwHfFOpv0t8Lz1njbfAjqgZt6CAJkTJBCuOXkr6eLBbX5DjbEHhdyKxU24adzyk56L8wVsIAjVbxoI1i6DjM7tYBatTQpwiFCxHEXEpO-zFVKngaHn0vdelhXaguO1zjyZOeQR2dGfRWQ/w285-h400/spring%20ironing.jpg" width="285" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /> </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Ok, enough of my preaching. <br /><br />Well at least for now.<br />Until next time.</span></span></span> </span></span></span><p></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-85076438815453705072022-05-04T01:46:00.002-07:002022-05-04T01:46:47.798-07:00Pin-up: May the Fourth be with You<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I have been on an unplanned (and probably unnoticed) blogging break. I've starting to poke around these familiar bloggs and so much has been going on from what I've seen. I'll comment on a few varied subjects, some observations and even some suggestions on my next post. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">...<br /><b><br />Until then, I offer you the following random off topic. </b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I've always been a sci-fi fan </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> to some degree </span></span></span>and Star Wars fan as most people my age, although never an over the top fan. However, like most, I always appreciate visual eye candy and in particular enjoy the cosplay variety. That being said, something that fits our favorite TTWD theme while in the Sat Wars realm, and done well, is hard to find.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The following set is not that, but is some simple yet extremely well done pin-up fun. <br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>I actually think R2 is doing her a favor,</b></span> it is really hot in that desert with those two suns; she'll be cooler without that heavy robe.<b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> <span style="color: #3d85c6;">Wouldn't you agree?<br /></span></span></span></span></b> <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJjRxaDm2_mfuhX3txPkIaE1gFLO3L9JpoI6lwb7dTBueU4mXW0N8vxPPMPYU1dWLE9C__B5t5qtvOxjA3bWG5n2sPtLxyTQzR2kzUz4uU7dLhGdYteQ7ky270Jwz4PqHY2dyskiUeqZt8oKX4J0ZyA9J69eGEeaUgndhgeDo_GNgr_NRATiK2Bjs8w/s320/CosplaySW_Leia_5.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div> </span><br />Until next time - May the Fourth be with You. <br /></span><p></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-58501908585118570182022-04-27T01:29:00.002-07:002022-04-27T01:32:23.985-07:00Fair Winds and Following Seas<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span>I’ve been away and came back to see</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span>, amongst other things,</span></span></span> the unexpected sad news about Devlin O’Neill.
<br /><br />I’m a bit tongue tied and don’t have much to add </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span> at the moment </span></span></span>besides the obvious yet unfortunately belated sentiments. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span>----<br /><br />
If you followed his blog closely you might remember that whenever he did his yearly travel North he referenced the following song before the start of that journey. So it seems rather appropriate to play it once more for his journey to his next duty station. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://youtu.be/dQyMV6bNhzo"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span>https://youtu.be/dQyMV6bNhzo</span></span></span></a></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhPmiRirG0x1A6z4ereqkviQ7kdOrzWkfLlO_BcgC3H2q1psIEjKwEeze3LEZtR0aoApmiEYQRQ8YX6IHlPZGBJ7j0Z735gZAfba01vXb2jzq3kp_pyTnGoAiph8WBvE6pu5JPbk5DKhClQ7fZb3gwNmf2iFMqHO-H1TvknNR3KnxW4oOVZj8uW7i_A/s1160/RosieontheRoad.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="1160" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhPmiRirG0x1A6z4ereqkviQ7kdOrzWkfLlO_BcgC3H2q1psIEjKwEeze3LEZtR0aoApmiEYQRQ8YX6IHlPZGBJ7j0Z735gZAfba01vXb2jzq3kp_pyTnGoAiph8WBvE6pu5JPbk5DKhClQ7fZb3gwNmf2iFMqHO-H1TvknNR3KnxW4oOVZj8uW7i_A/w400-h264/RosieontheRoad.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span>----</span></span></span> <br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span>Here’s to you Devlin.
<br /><br />I learned quite a few things from you and truly appreciated your courtesy throughout the years. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span>A salute to you. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span>Fair Winds and Following Seas<br />Semper paratus, Sir </span></span></span></b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVtFF7iP35vRZS9S-a5bUJ3_Mr25vx-taaHTcYbv8tT3hjhDH9PFawtMwUGkuwaFqP8vhcqeGS8liyrjFxFFGTnzMFbYY5f-kd7fGYisfRcajIiPbQWjflbR5A8qkaxxNREbkVkul_pGInpzOk0sR-frIQbH6Meq6weV_A45WMqYkwVgKAuzsW4bBdA/s596/Semper.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="596" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVtFF7iP35vRZS9S-a5bUJ3_Mr25vx-taaHTcYbv8tT3hjhDH9PFawtMwUGkuwaFqP8vhcqeGS8liyrjFxFFGTnzMFbYY5f-kd7fGYisfRcajIiPbQWjflbR5A8qkaxxNREbkVkul_pGInpzOk0sR-frIQbH6Meq6weV_A45WMqYkwVgKAuzsW4bBdA/w400-h301/Semper.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> </span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> </span><p></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-34975647674576565362021-12-31T00:31:00.012-08:002021-12-31T12:54:02.905-08:00Story Excerpt: Silent Night<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">I can't believe we are this far into the Holiday Season </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">and at Years End already! <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span> <br />Honestly,
I've never been a big, over-the-top, holly-jolly Christmas type. Maybe
that is no big revelation and you might have guessed that about me, but I
do have my valid reasons. <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">That being said, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><b>I don't know about you</b>, <b>but it has been an</b></span></span></span></span></span></span><b>
extra struggle to get into the festive holiday spirit this year</b>. I'm
certain part of it has to do with the ongoing, seemingly never-ending,
COVID and its related losses. Plus, it has been a particularly tough
year personally due to some major life events, some of which I have
shared here and others even more recent sad news I have yet to share. <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Closer
yet, there seems to be a subtle feeling going around the blogosphere
that I've been picking up on. The energy doesn't quite seem to be on
full throttle holiday cheery mode.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">If I had it in me to share a new full story with you, I would. Unfortunately, that is not the case today. Therefore and </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">instead</span></span></span></span></span></span> <b>I offer you an excerpt of a story - somewhat of a holiday story in that it takes place during the holidays.</b> I hope you can follow along and find some joy in it, if nothing else at least a distraction. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">........<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span><br /><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Another?”<br /><br />“No. I’m good” and “No” the replies overlapped. <br /><br />A gruff hoarse response contrasting and overshadowing the other squeak and whisper. <br /><br />“Come on, I believe one more is in order.” <br /><br />The simple conversations broke the otherwise silent night.<br /><br />A clink and a chug of thick liquid. Silence followed by a couple of footsteps and then a slap. A muffled protest. <br /><br />Footsteps. <br /><br />Daniel
sat back down into the wooden chair, picking up his mug of eggnog in
the process and joined his friend once more as they both stared out the
large breakfast nook window.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><b><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcD8_UzMAQEvTYG2-XUwUIjWYdatvvfDxbv1-jYuiAwmy2x6imsw6I_3mZU6Sx31O1WaCvtrpk9N1g8qKsQThxPS9GJufvmsxSLvtv1XLKBpqJrQzIgJvnnnAY_Pgsr_qS_oLysxx6aUEOcS1m_qoZFRDbuz1UOivgcdlmA1nHolDSp5MChEHRLE20LQ=s720" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="556" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcD8_UzMAQEvTYG2-XUwUIjWYdatvvfDxbv1-jYuiAwmy2x6imsw6I_3mZU6Sx31O1WaCvtrpk9N1g8qKsQThxPS9GJufvmsxSLvtv1XLKBpqJrQzIgJvnnnAY_Pgsr_qS_oLysxx6aUEOcS1m_qoZFRDbuz1UOivgcdlmA1nHolDSp5MChEHRLE20LQ=w309-h400" width="309" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />The two men sat in silence characteristically while nursing their drinks.<br /><br />Just outside, the soft falling rain emptying the last of the clouds seemed to overpower the sounds inside the house. <br /><br />The
silence inside continued uninterrupted, but for the intervals of
audible sips and clinks of ceramic onto the wooden table and an
occasional lone almost indistinct murmur.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">It was all finally broken by the pushing back of wood on wood.<br /><br />“Well
Daniel, I appreciate the hospitality, but it is getting late,” as he
stood up, steadied himself with the help of the wooden arm of the chair,
and ceremoniously stretched out his hand in front of him. <br /><br />Daniel shot up to his feet, responding almost instinctualy, “You’re welcome to stay Walter,” <br /><br />“What? Speak up man.”<br /><br />“You are welcome to stay,” he repeated loudly.<br /><br />“No. It’s late,” Walter grumbled fiddling with his ear.<br /><br />“Well if you feel like talking some more tomorrow or need a ride to church in the morn', give a ring.”<br /><br />“No way am I going to that pseudo god-fearing, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">modern attitude converted </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>mass. Back in my day, we didn’t have all this ‘acceptance’ nonsense. We rightfully feared God.” <br /><br />“Come on, I’ve told you about that. Fr. Mario is a good guy. Sure he’s young and all, but he’s still a priest…”<br /><br />“Says you!” Walter interrupted, not moving from his position just extending his hand further.<br /><br />Daniel walked over and grabbed the older man’s hand and held it firmly, “Not me, says the Church.”<br /><br />“Nonsense. Out of my way.”<br /><br />Daniel stepped aside as Walter reached for the back door. <br /><br />“Come on Diablo!”<br /><br />A
shuffle of claws on hardwood grew louder as the dog rose to his feet.
The large intimidating canine slowly headed towards his master, but not
without first making a stop. Sniffing the floor and further diverted
himself following flesh for a moment, lifting his head and poking his
nose upward. <br /><br />“</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Stop it. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Stop it,” Rebecca swatted behind her without turning around.<br /><br />Walter snapped his fingers and his companion immediately trotted to him.<br /><br />“Say good night to that Rebecca girl, will ya." <br /><br />“I will.”<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">"She's the one you should be worried about, Church doesn't seem to be doing that one any good." Walter muttered on as he </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">exited the house, stepping into the night led by his dog and aided by his white walking stick. "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">If she had manners she'd be here saying...” </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />“You know he shouldn’t be walking alone, let alone in the rain. You really should walk him home.”<br /><br />“He can handle himself. And besides there is no way he’d let me.”<br /><br />“I don’t understand that. <br />Or how you two just stare off into space without talking for so long.”<br /><br />“We communicate.”<br /><br />“But you don’t talk.”<br /><br />“We communicate. You don’t get it.”<br /><br />“You’re right. I don’t.”<br /><br />Daniel
sat back in his chair, reached for his drink and gulped the last of the
spiked nog before putting down the empty vessel with a bang.<br /><br />“Just
because you think you need to be talking every waking moment. You could
learn a lot from keeping silent once in awhile. Apparently you still
haven't learned your lesson.”<br /><br />Taking an audible deep breath, he stood up, walked over and stood behind her. <br /><br />“Oww!” she nearly hopped up from the impact of his hand against her barely shielded bottom. <br /><br />“Come on let’s go to bed,” he extended his hand. <br /><br />She
looked over her shoulder and took his hand. Slowly turning she stood up
and then stretched and shook out her bare feet. She attempted eye
contact for a quick moment, and then realizing once more that she never
could read him, quickly gave up and instead proceeded to smooth down her
dress. <br /><br />“Wait, I want to finish my drink,” she hesitated.<br /><br />He stared at her firmly. <br /><br />“May I finish my drink, Sir.”<br /><br />“Much better. Go ahead.”<br /><br />He
walked away, opened the screen door and stepped out onto the back
porch. The clouds were running across the sky leaving random rips
between them where the dark sky and forgiving twinkles of the stars
shown through. The twinkle of our pasts letting us know that there was
hope.<br /></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqu55aSlZMuY4GbVWlnFTOxyTqu1CQJabbTi0J15cjwM3ogM-vC27P6pJy_Ds2aZyLW1Y5KclXY-3AK6yAwRSIfd_bf3BggtJnbY4HvZFgfaRPdV87u9xQ2LmSZniHtep38KZhM7EfnLXD9kXhc1C7BkWvqSVSPaq6wlmpmG5khUyYoJ8KB2Lqgtz9GQ=s1082" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1082" data-original-width="756" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgqu55aSlZMuY4GbVWlnFTOxyTqu1CQJabbTi0J15cjwM3ogM-vC27P6pJy_Ds2aZyLW1Y5KclXY-3AK6yAwRSIfd_bf3BggtJnbY4HvZFgfaRPdV87u9xQ2LmSZniHtep38KZhM7EfnLXD9kXhc1C7BkWvqSVSPaq6wlmpmG5khUyYoJ8KB2Lqgtz9GQ=w280-h400" width="280" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She
eased herself into the chair, but shot up on contact. She tried again resting
herself only partly onto the wooden seat. Taking a soft sip of her drink
she stared out at his silhouette. She wished she could understand him
more, but at least she knew that he understood her. <br /><br />But more importantly she knew he understood what she needed. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><b><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">........</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">I
hope you were able to follow along and find some joy in it.<br /> <br />Even better, if you
are a long time reader here and you recognized some if not all the
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</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><br /></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-25246812756438873592021-11-27T14:53:00.001-08:002021-11-27T14:57:31.771-08:00Everyday Gratitude: Grateful Thoughts Revisited<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">To my fellow American friends; Did you have a grateful and restful Thanksgiving Day? <br />Hope you did and are having a nice extended weekend break as well. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />Politics of the day aside and focusing only on the element of gratitude, I'm still not sure why Thanksgiving Day is just one day - Why can't we be grateful year round?<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">You
know you are a spanking enthusiast if the first thing that comes to
mind is probably something different than what Pilgrim Smith here, had
in mind; ever grateful upon seeing this helpless heroine. Yes, did your
mind wander to...<br /><br />all the way to...<br /><br /><i>yes, a spanking!</i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Okay
perhaps you thought a caning, a strapping or a belting - I’ll take
those answers as one in the same with my answer of a spanking.<br /><br />However,
If I shared this image with most of my friends, male friends in
particular, I am pretty damn certain that "a spanking" would <i>not</i> be the
first thing to come to their minds.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>So I ask</b>,</span><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span>am I truly amongst like-minded friends here</span> in blogland? </span></span></span><span><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />If so tell me, when you first saw this illustration, <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><b>what was the first thing to come to YOUR minds</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>?</span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">.................................................. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>A few extra random thoughts:</b></span><br />I am also curious on details and ask, <b>what happened to her bloomers or pantaloons or panties? </b>I am not a historian so don't know what they would have looked like exactly, but was expecting to see them down around her ankles or discarded near her bonnet.<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Also to clarify, <b>once I was done with spanking her</b>, then yes other thoughts would cross my mind. Mainly making use of her innocent, now red-hot, bottom for other non-Puritan uses.<br /></span></span></span></span><br />If you have <b>any information on the artist </b>that would be appreciated. I have it noted as possibly being <i>Norman Saunders</i>, but can't seem to find it online anywhere to confirm which is in of itself rather surprising. Google reverse image search used to be so much better. <br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Lastly, <b>did you spot the lurker?</b></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">.................................................. <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, and a final note, it isn't too late to comment on my previous post. I know, I know; two posts in one week for me might be shocking, but take advantage and share your Thanksgiving related thoughts there and here.<b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-39958688010787099552021-11-24T10:34:00.002-08:002021-11-24T23:04:33.903-08:00Ramblings for an Autumn Kitten<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span><span>Another stream-of-consciousness post.</span></span></i><br /><b><br />Ramblings for an Autumn Kitten</b><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Wait, wait...</i></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>It is Winter, not Autumn. </i></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">You say. </span></span></span></span><br /><br />Technically you are incorrect. <br />You may feel like it is Winter, the world </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">already </span></span></span>may be starting to look like Winter, Nature may be preparing herself; but we are still in Autumn for just shy of another month. <br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Okay, fine.</i></span><br /><br />Since it is late Autumn, my favorite time of the year, my mind has been wandering more so than usual and is stirred constantly by reminders of all that which we associate with this season; falling leaves, </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">pumpkins, </span></span></span>Pumpkin Spice Lattes, turkeys, Thanksgiving…<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>And your point? <br /></i></span></span></span></span><br />You see, this melancholic time also reminds me of a dear girl who was close to me once and whose since seemingly gone stray. She was the younger one, who </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">shares our persuasion, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">but has no intent or desire (and also due to the benefit of her physical traits) to focus on a singular partner</span>. You might recall her if you are a regular reader here and also have an impeccable memory. <br /><br />She has an honesty about herself that I adore, but also is a bit too genuine in her self-deprecating manner at times. (For clarification I am not referring to the "self-deprecating" </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">trait some people pretend to have in order to make themselves</span></span></span> more likeable. Some find that endearing, I just find it fake and annoying). <br /><br />One evening, in an Autumn that feels both just as if it were last week and simultaneously as if years ago, we were taking a late night walk with the intent and opportunity for her to offload some of the heavy weight of her current life’s concerns to me. As we approached a business district corner she motioned if we could go into that popular mermaid café. You know the one. The one on every other corner of every major US city and airport.<br /><br />“I need my Pumpkin Spice Latte,” she whispered and bowed her head.<br /><br />“Really?”<br /><br />“Yes, I know.”<br /><br />“I mean, no really; you?” <br /><br />I was genuinely surprised, not by the choice of beverage in of itself, as you may assume, but rather <i>that she</i> was interested in such. It was such a stark contrast to her dark personality and persona.<br /><br />Misunderstanding my questioning, she looked up at me, puppy-dog-eyes peering up from behind thick glasses and below her wide brimmed and oversized black floppy, and shrugged,<br /> <br />“</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sorry. Despite it all</span></span></span>, I’m just a basic bitch. Hat and all.”<br /><br />...</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />As you may be aware, <b>Pumpkin Spice Lattes </b>(PSLs) <b>have become part of the American landscape</b>. And in the latter half of their existence, <b>their detest has also become an equally huge part of the mainstream landscape.</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">There continues to be a lot of fun being poked at those who enjoy the hot beverage as evidenced with just these few examples below. I'll admit I do indeed find them humorous. Tell me you don't?<br /></span><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQXt0gU3nzU/YZ2UjxKpSRI/AAAAAAAAEIw/qIrDPmHn--IKXEtoYWFskNGTfkzTB3SiwCLcBGAsYHQ/s420/PSLCard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="420" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQXt0gU3nzU/YZ2UjxKpSRI/AAAAAAAAEIw/qIrDPmHn--IKXEtoYWFskNGTfkzTB3SiwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h280/PSLCard.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1vY6vZ92qw/YZ4DY1MxSUI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/upYBKWZECKsew2gHUIY3ni9Dad9WjbcdACLcBGAsYHQ/s912/BWG_PSL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1vY6vZ92qw/YZ4DY1MxSUI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/upYBKWZECKsew2gHUIY3ni9Dad9WjbcdACLcBGAsYHQ/w351-h400/BWG_PSL.jpg" width="351" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJhm99lHvts/YZ2U5HfbWCI/AAAAAAAAEJI/ex-E4YwqkTcrVcv-OnK6DDiC-mF0cy96QCLcBGAsYHQ/s861/PSLmeme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="861" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJhm99lHvts/YZ2U5HfbWCI/AAAAAAAAEJI/ex-E4YwqkTcrVcv-OnK6DDiC-mF0cy96QCLcBGAsYHQ/w385-h400/PSLmeme.jpg" width="385" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Kidding aside and digging deeper, and also admitting I may be very late to this debate, I’ll state my facts. <br /><br />Look, I’ve never tried a PSL and neither have I ever felt the desire. No bigger reason than just personal preference. My preferences are exactly that, mine. Not to be imposed on others. And vice versa. Simple.<br /><br />Therefore,<b> I don’t understand the backlash against PSLs</b>. I don’t get it, never have. To each their own is sort of my belief on most commercialized things (on most things actually). <br /><br />I recently stumbled across a few articles, including this <a href="https://www.vox.com/culture/2018/8/29/17791082/pumpkin-spice-latte-starbucks-backlash-explained" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><b>one</b></a> and this <a href="https://penandblot.medium.com/pumpkin-spice-lattes-and-the-patriarchy-e7e28efd55e7" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><b>one</b></a>, which argues that the anti-PSL stance is really at its root about sexism and possibly yet another sign of misogyny. This of course can be its own debate, but for the time being let’s stick to the surface argument. </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><b><br />That a young lady feels shamed for liking what she likes </b>because it is deemed basic, an often “white-girl” beverage of preference, is really disappointing to say the least. <br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Circling back to a particular young lady, that even she felt she had to second-guess her comfort drink even to me - someone in her trusted sphere, says so much.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br />Not only did she have the drink, but I proudly bought it for her because in my book there is no shame in finding tiny comforts when this harsh world gets too heavy. </span></span></span><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1GS8-J7RphU/YZ4Q5Ki-pXI/AAAAAAAAEJY/-X015S8Yee09zaEG4NIbSqRcLm3Bthc0wCLcBGAsYHQ/Autumn%2BKitten.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1GS8-J7RphU/YZ4Q5Ki-pXI/AAAAAAAAEJY/-X015S8Yee09zaEG4NIbSqRcLm3Bthc0wCLcBGAsYHQ/w429-h640/Autumn%2BKitten.jpg" width="429" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />This image reminds me of said dear girl in so many ways including many physical, beautiful things about her (Well, minus the ample chest, but definitely not excluding the </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">forced presentation of her </span></span></span>lightweight gauzy white triangle, </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">that beckoning and welcoming </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">kitten door</span></span></span>). </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I so often wonder where she is, especially now during this melancholic, forced gratitude, time of year. </span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So tell me, are <i><b>YOU</b></i> a fan of </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Pumpkin Spice Lattes</b>?<b> </b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">And if you know the origin of such image let me know as google reverse image search has failed me yet again.</span></i></span><br /><br /></span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-49205148459537183532021-11-19T01:06:00.005-08:002021-11-19T16:37:02.363-08:00LOL XVI<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Welcome one and all, it is LOL XVI.</span> </b><br /><br />Yes, another edition of the yearly event with an all new twist because LOL is no longer solely <i>“Love Our Lurkers”</i>; but is now the all encompassing <span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><b>“Love Our Lifestyle”</b></i></span>. <br /><br />So what does this mean exactly? <br />I am not sure how other bloggers will handle this year differently, but I do <b>encourage you to visit them all and find out</b>! <br /><br />You can visit them all via an easy blog-hop from <b>Hermione’s</b>, our official host, blog; linked for your convenience right </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://hermionesheart.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsFjU4juySbQoSHQikAUleLFivCreb2WxK-gVbGzOuKjnhe7MJ0aqfvwQmY9kGzdPJ2HfKdMc9Bw6sU7nK5OXM_cjH6Ao9Rycrr8GIgTjrKtuq4DejVec890ZDKgqqVKqH-hGKcyeFkt_/s525/LOL%252BXVI-16_new.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="395" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsFjU4juySbQoSHQikAUleLFivCreb2WxK-gVbGzOuKjnhe7MJ0aqfvwQmY9kGzdPJ2HfKdMc9Bw6sU7nK5OXM_cjH6Ao9Rycrr8GIgTjrKtuq4DejVec890ZDKgqqVKqH-hGKcyeFkt_/s320/LOL%252BXVI-16_new.jpg" width="241" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As far as how I plan to acknowledge this event here </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">this year</span></span></span>, I’ll focus on part of what this new title, </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Love Our Lifestyle”, </span></span></span> means to me. Just a part.<br /><br />To
me it is an opportunity to remind you all that <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>this is a welcoming
place for those that share this lifestyle interest</b></span>. You know the one -
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>TTWD</b></span>.<br /></span></span></span><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A reminder that this is a welcoming blog for
those who enjoy the D/s lifestyle, but in particular for those who prefer
their dynamic in any of its </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">M/f </span></span></span>iterations. <br /><br /></span></span></span></li><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">From general </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">M/f </span></span></span>relationships dynamics that exist as such, but aren’t often clearly labeled as D/s, but are in fact just that. <br /><br /></span></span></span></li><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">From
those “unlabeled” dynamics, to the titled and clearly defined
relationships such as D/lg or CG/lg. With the submissive side also possibly being
everything from and including lg, to princesses and pets and even on rare
occasion a brat. <br /><br /></span></span></span></li><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">And perhaps this is a most welcome blog <b>for those who unapologetically enjoy the cornerstone of these M/f relationships – Domestic Discipline</b>.</span></span></span></li></ul><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />So now that you know where you are at – <b>Welcome!</b><br /><br />…..</span></span></span><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />In
the past I used the opportunity of LOL Day for its original intent, to
help persuade “lurkers” to come forward and say hello; while asking the
frequent visitors here a question or two. <br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span><b>This go around, I will ask all a unified question:</b></span></span> <br /></span></span></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Do you simply visit here because it is just another like-minded blog, <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">another </span></span></span></span></span></span></b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">friendly </span></span></span>voice, </span></span></span>in this overall shared lifestyle?</b><br /><br /></span></span></span></li><li><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Or is there anything that draws you to this blog </span></span></span></b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in particular?</span></span></span></b><br />(Is there something unique that you read here that appeals to you)?</span></span></span></li></ul><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">There are no wrong answers, just honest answers. And besides I'm just curious.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">…..</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i><b>If
you are new here</b></i></span>, you should take a moment to read the description below</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>***</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> so that you are
clear what this blog is <b><i>and more importantly what it is not</i>.</b> </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span></span></span>Just as well, if you’ve been
here before, a yearly reminder wouldn’t hurt. <br /><br />…..</span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>***</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><b>An explanation of my Everyday Voice </b>as heard here:</span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>Welcome to this wonderful place that looks, sounds, feels and smells like our own
everyday world, but with some distinct differences. A place where adult
girls who shun their responsibilities, are made to pay for their
offenses, where their entitled or arrogant attitudes are checked often and their
bottoms are the primary focus of their penance. </span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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</span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTFSTMXFRrs/YZdnjw6cZYI/AAAAAAAAEIM/FiCsjW6I_5oOwLO1ZARkQJbZSygB9DiqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s812/LOL21-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTFSTMXFRrs/YZdnjw6cZYI/AAAAAAAAEIM/FiCsjW6I_5oOwLO1ZARkQJbZSygB9DiqQCLcBGAsYHQ/w266-h400/LOL21-2.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; color: #5d5e5e; font-feature-settings: normal; font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>This is a place to see and hear of girls flushed to all cheeks with
embarrassment and occasionally brought to the edge of humiliation. <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8PiiXe8q-I/YZdnRIQP0lI/AAAAAAAAEIE/0q-kvrwyr8AXTGlRdz2nTOnVeoFK5956QCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/LOL.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="500" height="232" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8PiiXe8q-I/YZdnRIQP0lI/AAAAAAAAEIE/0q-kvrwyr8AXTGlRdz2nTOnVeoFK5956QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/LOL.gif" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Not
only is this a place whose focus is the disciplining of young ladies in various clever and
embarrassing ways, but a place to also admire and be in awe of the
female
creature in all her inner, outer and spiritual beauty; all in an
everyday context.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NlNih0-qCBQ/YZdnwQyo_dI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/td2f1WV_VVI_s_NkGH4iorAoRrNXVEndwCLcBGAsYHQ/s758/LOL21-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="524" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NlNih0-qCBQ/YZdnwQyo_dI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/td2f1WV_VVI_s_NkGH4iorAoRrNXVEndwCLcBGAsYHQ/w276-h400/LOL21-1.jpg" width="276" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>Additionally it is a place where nature and synchronicity agree and conspire<br />with short skirts and sheer dresses to turn on their
owners much to their dismay; <br />but to the welcomed entertainment and joy
of those fortunate to witness such beauty.<br /><br />.....<br /></span></span></span></span></p><div style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; color: #5d5e5e; font-feature-settings: normal; font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><b>But, please don't ever confuse this place as somewhere where women are meant to be disrespected or degraded</b>.
These stories are a blend of fantasy and reality. Non-consensual
discipline is for the young ladies who deep down secretly crave it; not
something done out of a lopsided abusive relationship or anything worse. </span></span><br /></span></span>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span> However,
discipline here is seldom random and never unwarranted. Well
administered spankings are fully justified. The young ladies may seldom
be
willing participants, but that is the fantasy aspect right? I don't
believe every story needs to have a "disclaimer" paragraph at the end
that
explains that those involved were in a prior relationship, secretly
planning and consenting all
along as so many authors choose to include. For me that merely spoils
the entire story. <br /></span></span><b><br /></b></span></span><b>
</b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><b>I hope you enjoy what you find here, <br />come back often and say hello when you do.</b> </span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span></span><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;">All the best,</span></span></span><br />
</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Enzo</span></span></span></span>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-53981221665572025432021-11-03T23:33:00.017-07:002021-11-03T23:58:08.816-07:00 What’s your preference?<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I’ve been wondering …<br /><br />We all share similar general preferences. At least in regard to that <b>TTWD</b>. <br />(Or TTWe Wish We Still Did or </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">TTWe </span></span></span>Wish We Did More Of.) <br /><br />Now taking into account how we digest our entertainment has changed tremendously in the past few years, more so in the last ten and of course in the last two decades. It is all constantly changing and thus has an effect. As one example, spanking magazines are possibly an unfortunate "casualty" due in part to the changes of technology. (Unless there are some still being published and I am unaware of and if so feel free to correct me). <br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /><b>Therefore I was wondering, what is your preference, your main go-to, for spanking entertainment?</b></span><br /></span></span></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Are you a true traditionalist who prefers the <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>written word</b></span>? </span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></li><li><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Or Are you a modern traditionalist who prefers <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>spanking videos</b></span>?<br /></span></span></span><br /></li></ul><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsuWoNBMcHA/YYNztriH-DI/AAAAAAAAEG4/usGC2d-YoOQMP4yKAAzQUNuVucy7RbMLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/TvAntenna.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1026" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsuWoNBMcHA/YYNztriH-DI/AAAAAAAAEG4/usGC2d-YoOQMP4yKAAzQUNuVucy7RbMLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/TvAntenna.jpg" width="257" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />And even within these two main camps, there are so many sub preferences. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">For example as far as <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>videos</b></span>, do you pay for paid membership or one off <b>streamings</b> or do you still <b>purchase</b> hard media (i.e. DVDs)? </span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Or do you just go to the big p*hub and </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">s*tube and </span></span></span>download your content there for free*.</span></span></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span> </span><span> </span>(*Which is a whole thing I’m clueless yet also curious about - as in: Is all that material pirated or do the original producers get some kind of cut? But how do they get a cut if it<span> </span>is all free to watch?) </i></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6f-IBy-2gYE/YYNz6ouTd4I/AAAAAAAAEG8/aHvSUeDAzCcYTxkZ1hTP7MZ7_Kn1ntkvACLcBGAsYHQ/s964/BookReader.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="964" height="242" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6f-IBy-2gYE/YYNz6ouTd4I/AAAAAAAAEG8/aHvSUeDAzCcYTxkZ1hTP7MZ7_Kn1ntkvACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/BookReader.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span>On the flip side, for those of you who prefer <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>the written word</b></span>, </span></span></span>do you buy and</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span>download <b>e-books </b>or possibly even order <b>physical books</b> still? </span></span></span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span> </span></span></span>Or do you just seek out <b>blogs </b>for free content? </span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />....<br /><br />I would guess most of us are likely a mixture of the two main groups, but I'm wondering <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>what is your overall preference? What is the first thing you would reach for so to speak</b></span>, <b>a written story or a video</b> of some sort?</span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">...<br /> <br />And then I wonder <b>about the bigger picture</b>, as in did the COVID World Shut Down alter your preferences and intake? Or did it stay the same? 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_____________<br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Top</b> Image by Gil Elvgren (1959)<br /><b>Bottom</b> Image TBR Possibly </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>from a Brown & Bigelow calendar. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span> </span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-68658308109603862482021-10-27T22:06:00.001-07:002021-10-28T00:39:47.775-07:00Happy Wednesday<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Happy Wednesday or is she?<br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKX57ieQTwOFkf82coJ7xhJeV-jzizvZQco2w_M2ZTL1yA5SEYbbIgcwbBXhDp6IMyb8jM79iuwV09V7po5_l6vsDP4_aZKa9tyRPaMntNUV7NjG28JLSBigvwBdZuEDO1gZDS-eYSaD9/s452/Wednesday+2+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="380" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKX57ieQTwOFkf82coJ7xhJeV-jzizvZQco2w_M2ZTL1yA5SEYbbIgcwbBXhDp6IMyb8jM79iuwV09V7po5_l6vsDP4_aZKa9tyRPaMntNUV7NjG28JLSBigvwBdZuEDO1gZDS-eYSaD9/s320/Wednesday+2+2.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>This adult Wednesday doesn't appear too happy does she?</b><br /><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did I disturb you, young lady?</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">What are you working on there? Is that your Tarot deck and Book of Spells? </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">What have I told you about playing with those?</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did you forget what I warned you about, the Rule of Three?</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Naughty Girl, those curses are going to come back and bite you, bite you in the ass.<br />Your bottom is going to get punished in three different ways.</span></i><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3smRp9e25Xk/YXoucw0JkAI/AAAAAAAAEGo/PWukt38SS0A-9DYAcPjFfK35owv-sT4RwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Wednesday%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="874" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3smRp9e25Xk/YXoucw0JkAI/AAAAAAAAEGo/PWukt38SS0A-9DYAcPjFfK35owv-sT4RwCLcBGAsYHQ/w291-h400/Wednesday%2B2.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;">....<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;">Who wouldn't want to punish this petulant Wednesday? </span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;">....</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;">Who's ready for Halloween? I cant believe we are only a few days away. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;">Any plans or costumes you care to share? </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"> </span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-3331135256791895162021-10-20T02:41:00.001-07:002021-10-20T15:29:27.762-07:00Random and Selective Update <p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Back in July I posted an update on some of my personal going-ons and felt it might be time for a follow up. Not so much for anyone’s sake as opposed to my own, as I doubt most of you visit here with the primary purpose of hearing my personal ramblings. No shame in coming here for the eye candy and narrative sweets I share. If you are so inclined and or prudent you can see my July Update post, linked <a href="https://everdayspankings.blogspot.com/2021/07/check-in-at-brink-of-peak-summer-or-on.html" target="_blank">here</a>, in order to refresh your memory.<br /><br />If you don’t care about any personal ramblings about some of my select relationships, you can skip this post all together or scroll down past these next few paragraphs.<br /> </span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>...<br /><br /></b></span></span></span></span></span>The State of Dating - A Selective Update </b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The NotofthisLifestyle</b></span> - As I had previously mentioned, the relationship with the one girl who I was dating in early 2020, but was not of our persuasion, had come to an end. Although the romantic relationship was over, I still had intents and interest in keeping the platonic friendship alive. Sparing you the details, what I have learned is that not everyone shares a desire to keep a friendship with their ex’s even when the breakup is amicable. The bad side of her character came forward. I’m not sure what the biggest take away is; if I am shocked by what was revealed, happy that I saw when I did (and not while in the relationship) or simply just disappointed that I had mistook someone’s character so incorrectly.<br /> <br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The Submissive</b></span> - Another relationship I had referenced was a more recent one with a girl who had gone thorough her own journey of self discovery to come to acceptance of her own genuine submissive personality. Although this might appear on the surface as the ideal dream girl for someone like me, there were many things that didn’t feel quite right. In brief, for some reason or another, the spark wasn’t lit as bright and steady as it should be. (My previous July Update post has more details if you are needing a longer explanation.) <br /><br />So as far as this relationship goes, to update, I recently called it off. It was a hard decision, but after adjusting to it I think it was the best thing to do, and yes the best for both of us. People deserve to be adored by those they are in a relationship with, although it can never truly be equal, it shouldn’t be heavily weighted on one side. <br /><br />To add to that, yes this lifestyle is important to me and crucial; but the foundation of any lasting relationship is more than just physical. (And to clarify, </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a relationship </span></span></span> is the only thing she wanted and not just a play partner.)<br /><br />Is that too sentimental for some of you? <br />Sorry, not sorry. I am not one to take advantage of others. <br /><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SEGuvK-ieQ/YW_hfCKf5zI/AAAAAAAAEGU/h8i4uw4HpV4xMaubiEAOq_37n1dKyrDdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s596/chapterbreak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="596" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SEGuvK-ieQ/YW_hfCKf5zI/AAAAAAAAEGU/h8i4uw4HpV4xMaubiEAOq_37n1dKyrDdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/chapterbreak.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />So...all this has led me back to a familiar road, unfortunately. Back
tracking to this road, a road that feels like starting over. And yet, I hope this time it leads me to finding something
out there that fits all my needs just right and on all levels. <br /><br />Yes it is highly probable that what I seek is
waning and improbable. Nevertheless I shall seek. </span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>...</b></span></span><br /><br />And if you have read all that, I’ll leave you with some eye candy as a reward.<br /><br />Some <b>good ol’</b> tried and true <b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">OTK</span> </b></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Spanking </span></span></span></b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">imagery and one of my favorites (although I don't know its origin):</span></span></span><br /><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgYeYFIqaN0wFACkjTTXxkYFPs11vM_DT9db8MGjxNNKl2e1eRI4Apn_PvUaNLCg59CMkk3P85DUgk-n5pvE_BtaeGvWjiwm29M-KClSP4MVlR1lWfPpb7Zg59XgQB-jc2OdQKV9wfkoz/s500/redotk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="500" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgYeYFIqaN0wFACkjTTXxkYFPs11vM_DT9db8MGjxNNKl2e1eRI4Apn_PvUaNLCg59CMkk3P85DUgk-n5pvE_BtaeGvWjiwm29M-KClSP4MVlR1lWfPpb7Zg59XgQB-jc2OdQKV9wfkoz/w400-h225/redotk.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Also, because it is Wednesday after all and I am long overdue on my Wednesday theme posts, one of which is <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Windy Wednesday</b></span>. </span></span></span>And the following is indeed a beautiful example of a Windy Upskirt, dare to tell me I'm wrong:<br /></span></span></span> <br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFPUyziV62c/YW_WFHKdbRI/AAAAAAAAEF8/Utw4IwX7muUQYhrZESxKHOE4S7EIqo5owCLcBGAsYHQ/s1725/WindyLace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1725" data-original-width="958" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFPUyziV62c/YW_WFHKdbRI/AAAAAAAAEF8/Utw4IwX7muUQYhrZESxKHOE4S7EIqo5owCLcBGAsYHQ/w223-h400/WindyLace.jpg" width="223" /></a></div></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>...</b></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">No polls this week, but as always, your thoughts and comments are always appreciated.<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Enjoy your week and continue to be safe out there. </span></span></span></span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-73945634335914612382021-10-04T17:46:00.019-07:002021-10-04T23:32:23.589-07:00Revisited: Top Logic or Double Standard?<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span><span><span>I
was actually hoping to share a new story this weekend, but the days are
slipping away
fast and the motivation to edit draft stories is hard as I’m constantly
being drawn out of the zone due to my thoughts drifting back to this
seemingly never ending plague. Is it just me or do others feel the same?
<br /><br />Therefore I searched the archives to bring you this
little treat. I originally published this years ago. Yes, literally years.
Not sure if any of you would remember it, but I am re-sharing it now.
I’ve updated and edited this vignette. <br /><br />Oh the days before mandatory masks, of casually strolling through busy streets...<br /><br />As always, but especially in theses days, I hope this tale serves as a momentary distraction.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">"<b>But whyyy? </b>Whyyy, did you have to spank me, I didn't do anything wrong?!" </span>she
daringly interrupts, wincing her petulant face towards me while
simultaneously attempting to look away in apparent dread of my response.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> "You still fail to understand. You have no one to blame but yourself. This is your own fault!"</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /> "Bubu, butt...I didn't do anything wrong today, it's still morning!"</span> she pouts.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> "That is exactly the problem, <b>you don’t <i>think</i> you did anything wrong</b>. Tell me Young Lady, what is wrong with what you were wearing out in public this morning?”</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /> "Umm…I don’t knooo. It was just the same thing; same way as how I’m dressed nooww."</span> she
responds while pulling down at the hem of her shorts in an
attempt to cover her bottom cheeks. It is to no avail as the
well-stretched cotton simply snaps back up to its former place, once
more leaving ample amounts of desirable flesh exposed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OnNPqq_xBmZnpJVTVn2ylU6-3Lb8UkA4iZ5_cOjpwnK2arooxnYGf9LxAnAqmsMP-TRLjd9PmArQjAtG5bbBes82h8S7-6QdE_hj-Svo20x0gvLSkzW8e1i4PNWbMoGEHo9cFonHH0he/s1600/petulant.jpg"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OnNPqq_xBmZnpJVTVn2ylU6-3Lb8UkA4iZ5_cOjpwnK2arooxnYGf9LxAnAqmsMP-TRLjd9PmArQjAtG5bbBes82h8S7-6QdE_hj-Svo20x0gvLSkzW8e1i4PNWbMoGEHo9cFonHH0he/s400/petulant.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /><br /> "Yes, I know you went out how you are dressed now; but I asked you a very specific question. <i>What is wrong with what you are wearing for public?</i>” </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br /><br />She blinks rapidly as her mind attempts to process, </span></span></span>"Umm…</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">bubu, butt...</span></span></span></span></span>, I thought you liked me wearing these lil' shorts.”</span> <br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“I do like you wearing those shorts<i><b>. </b></i><b><i>At home.</i></b>” </span>I
explain as I undo the metal buckle and pull off my belt in a single tug. The swish of leather dominates the room. I gather the black
cowhide in my hands, turn it once upon itself and snap it with a loud
crack to emphasize my statement.<br /><br />She shudders at the sound of the threat and replies, answering directly to it, <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“But, but you said you liked how they show off my butt.”</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“Yes, they do show off your big juicy ass. <b>They show it off nicely <i>because</i> they hardly cover it! </b>Which does not mean I like you parading your ass around town in that outfit.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“It
was just a quick run to Starbucks; down to Main Street. I just needed my pumpkin spice latte. I heard it just went on sale, so I walked down to Main in like less than
thirty minutes. I mean hardly anyone I knew saw me. <i>I doubt anyone really noticed.</i><br /><br /> It was okay really;
the rude comments were only from two ladies…I mean it wasn’t any of the guys…I
mean they looked, I could tell, but it isn’t like they said anything.
They just stared at me, but that’s it, so it's fine, right?”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“I don’t like you dressing like this when I am not around. </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">With your ass cheeks on display.</span></span></span></span> Now bend over, I’m not finished with you yet!”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Bubu, butt,</span></span></span></span></span> I...I’m done. It hurts. Your hand really hurt a lot already. I just </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">wannnna </span></span></span></span></span>go shower…”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“You should have showered and changed before you went out this morning. Not gone out in what you wore to bed.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Bu..buuut, I didn’t wear these to bed; </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">you know </span></span></span></span></span>I just wear panties to bed."</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“The point is that those shorts are so damn tight and short, <b>I am sure anyone who saw you</b> strutting you ass around this morning, <b>thought you were just wearing panties!</b>”</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“Butt..but they aren’t and, and </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I have panties on underneath! Besides,</span></span></span></span> I really thought you liked them?!”</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“You don’t get it. That’s why you need this.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> If you want to show off your ass, <b>you can show off your spanked red ass</b>.</span></span></span></span>”</span><br /><br />I
tug at her shorts, struggling to get them over her ample bottom while
she squirms and peddle-kicks in place, protesting to no avail. A moment
later her shorts are down and greeting her ankles. I proceed to tug and pull at her panties which seem to put up a fight all on their own. I end up having to roll them over on themselves only to fold them down again over her ample cheeks. Finally her appropriately colored panties surrender. I leave them high taught
around her thighs; both for my own visual pleasure, but also knowing
full well how she hates this placement, how it magnifies her
humiliation. </span></span></span><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />Without further warning, I release the belt and it lands on her unprotected skin with a merciless slap.<br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“Owww! Fuhhhh…Ohohoh…”</span> she
lurches forward into the sofa, her fingernails dig into upholstered
fabric, her toes on end nearly leaving the cold wooden floor while she
inhales sharply and slowly releases a high pitched shriek. <br /><br />I
follow through with four more swings. Four more heat inducing,
instantaneously throbbing smacks of dark harsh leather against delicate, naked pale
flesh. All precisely aimed where they will cause the most impact and leave the longest impression, the crease of her sit spot.</span></span></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Her perky bottom jiggles uncontrollably upon every impact. To which she</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"> involuntary</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>further follows through with </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">immediate, </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">repetitive </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">clenching
and releasing of her cheeks. She hides her head in the cushions knowing
that her movements are revealing so much, so much more than just her bare bottom.<br /><br /> </span></span></span>I
place my hand softly on her throbbing cheeks to gauge the temperature.
Her bottom radiates a warm heat as expected, but something instantly
catches my eye. She flinches as my hands spread her cheeks apart as I confirm my suspicions. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />"Really, Young Lady?”</span></span></span></span> </span></span></span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">I say nothing more, but </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">shake my head and</span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">proceed to pull down further on the thin waistband of her panties positioning them further down, now just above her knees at</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> half-mast</span></span></span></span>, before </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">releasing the elastic with an intentional snap<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"> Her only response a muffled whimper. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWJ7q9QBAO3s0LMcgUwK0aNVctxQaHoEi0VD1H4dbIX-dF6PtFj0_mG1x3IY4cTh2sfILeHZV0DKQPJdfXLkZliOdCoht09KegDrAm-jYJ240tFhNPmueGnZBIKGRnucEyGXPspw2PlaA/s462/belted.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="351" data-original-width="462" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWJ7q9QBAO3s0LMcgUwK0aNVctxQaHoEi0VD1H4dbIX-dF6PtFj0_mG1x3IY4cTh2sfILeHZV0DKQPJdfXLkZliOdCoht09KegDrAm-jYJ240tFhNPmueGnZBIKGRnucEyGXPspw2PlaA/s320/belted.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">I raise the belt high and release the final strike aimed squarely across the center of her wide cheeks. </span></span></span></span>It hits the target with an echoing impact, but her scream never comes. </span></span></span></span>Instead she clenches tightly and pulls her legs together. The precise strike slowly reveals itself in a darkening blush outline on her cheeks
as the almost audible sound of her dainty white panties slipping
and falling softly past her knees and </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">down her calves. <br /></span><br />Sensing I am done, s</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">he pulls her shoulders back and then brings her arms into her chest embracing herself and exhales. </span></span></span>I relax and lower my hand. The punisher retreats victorious, guided slowly,</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> weaving </span></span></span>in and around before I secure it in place behind temporary bars until it is called upon again.<br /><br />I wait for her to catch her breath before giving out reminders and instructions; <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“I’ll see you tonight for dinner so be sure </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">you get yourself cleaned up and feeling pretty by the time I get back.</span></span></span></span>”</span><br /><br />Clearly choking back tears, she glances over her shoulder hesitantly while
still bent over the small love seat. Her voice cracks as she asks, <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Sooo, wha, wwhere are we goin'? Wat do, wat do you want me to wear?”</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /><br /><span>“Did
you forget, we are meeting up with Jasmine and her new boyfriend for
drinks and burgers tonight? <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I’ll make it simple on you. Real simple in fact.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Wear something that shows off those nice long legs of yours;</span></span></span></span> a pair of your nice strappy heels. <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just pick a pair that goes with shorts.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b><br /><br />Except you won’t be wearing shorts; <b>you'll only be wearing these again</b> tonight!"<br /><br /><span style="color: #666666;">Turning her head sideways she looks up at me; her expression spent and perplexed. </span><br /><br />“Let me spell it out for you, young lady. You’ll only be wearing these panties.” <br /><span style="color: #666666;"><br />Her gentle mouth drops open as her naturally large eyes bulge further from the shock.</span><br /><br />“What? <b>They cover about the same amount of your ass as those shorts do</b> and you didn’t seem to have a problem parading around in those earlier, did you?<br /><span style="color: #666666;"></span><br />And since it is only down on Main Street; we will walk. <br />Its a simple thirty minute walk, right?"<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;">Her lip begins to tremble and her eyes bulge further as the realizations flood in.</span></span></span></span> <br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't worry. </span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">It'll be fine. <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>It’ll be <b>just like </b>wearing those shorts. Just like it.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>I doubt anyone will really notice.<br /></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Isn't that what you said before?</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i> </i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />Plus, I'm sure hardly anyone will be out on such beautiful rare warm evening like tonight. Right?<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />You'll be fine. <br /></span></span></span>In fact, it will be good for you."</span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span><span><br /></span><span></span></span><span></span></span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><span></span></span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><span></span></span><span></span></span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><span></span></span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b></b></span></span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"></span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJpT1fmw9V8/YVukvSk09JI/AAAAAAAAEFo/Ay93iLYWy9gffFPHUg8ePRgD1DKSvB2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/s338/shorts.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="239" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJpT1fmw9V8/YVukvSk09JI/AAAAAAAAEFo/Ay93iLYWy9gffFPHUg8ePRgD1DKSvB2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/w283-h400/shorts.gif" width="283" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;">........................</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /><br />I hope you enjoyed that excerpt. So was it a well deserved belting? And what about the required outfit for that evening? <br /><br />Always appreciate any feedback especially comments. <br /><br />Two polls for the Ladies and two polls for the Gents today:<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><script charset="utf-8" src="https://secure.polldaddy.com/p/10934129.js" type="text/javascript"></script><noscript><a href="https://poll.fm/10934135">I am a Lady and...</a></noscript><script charset="utf-8" src="https://secure.polldaddy.com/p/10934130.js" type="text/javascript"></script><noscript><a href="https://poll.fm/10934135">I am a Lady and...</a></noscript><script charset="utf-8" src="https://secure.polldaddy.com/p/10934134.js" type="text/javascript"></script><noscript><a href="https://poll.fm/10934135">I am a Gentleman and...</a></noscript><script charset="utf-8" src="https://secure.polldaddy.com/p/10934135.js" type="text/javascript"></script><noscript><a href="https://poll.fm/10934135">I am a Gentleman and...</a></noscript></span></span></span></div>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-72141485447973027162021-09-22T15:51:00.002-07:002021-09-22T23:33:34.094-07:00Random Thoughts: Mining for Gold<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">During a recent weekend, I attended what would be considered by many a subculture themed type event. <br /><br />To be clear it wasn’t a BDSM / Kink event. However, it is an event that seems to often have a crossover audience. <span style="color: #999999;"><i>(Not sure why that is exactly. Perhaps it has been researched or can be explained easily, but that is not for me. Nor for you to focus on.)</i></span> The point is that although this was a a select audience, it was <i>not</i> an adults-only type event, but open to anyone who shared interest in the featured themes. <br /><br />I had attended in the past and on this occasion it was held as an open air event, due to COVID restrictions, with the feel and energy of a marketplace. Having attended in the past, I recognized most of the vendors. I eventually came across a new booth being shared by what appeared to be two vendors. One was selling an assortment of handmade accessories. The other was selling BDSM belts and harnesses. Some might argue slightly out of place. </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCfKbhboiUo/YUuvGFdvFVI/AAAAAAAAEE0/59X7RHiU36U_-UHga2kpIhsCYb6ClOrSACLcBGAsYHQ/s947/GothGirl.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="947" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCfKbhboiUo/YUuvGFdvFVI/AAAAAAAAEE0/59X7RHiU36U_-UHga2kpIhsCYb6ClOrSACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h356/GothGirl.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As
I approached the table <b>I immediately locked eyes with what appeared to
be the live model </b>for said wares. I greeted her and she responded with
eyes ablaze. There was what I would identify as a spark. To be fair, her eyes were the forced focus as the majority of
her face was covered by a black mask and her head in a black leather
military officers cap, but still.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We exchanged a few enthused
pleasantries and my eyes eventually zeroed-in and followed her barely
there outfit down to between her legs. I could feel her watching me, studying her. Her hat and facemask were covering more than the rest of her outfit combined. It was worn intentionally to draw attention leaving almost all on display, as well as some possible unintentional details that I fixated on. Although she might have had plenty of stares throughout that day,
something about our interaction led her to suddenly become self-conscious and caused a s retreat.<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6oO-0A9TcVr5hItwpdtVCQZvbPXb63CRjLNfCn2JN63ac4lJ4S3ypqUj4Z_OA2Ae8pCF0owi-YTq481sHU77XP_fJXNqArHebnMEigarsHjBDZ6wa1WQNTAZ65x4sQxng_SS0yB3bfy5/s1196/Harness.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1196" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6oO-0A9TcVr5hItwpdtVCQZvbPXb63CRjLNfCn2JN63ac4lJ4S3ypqUj4Z_OA2Ae8pCF0owi-YTq481sHU77XP_fJXNqArHebnMEigarsHjBDZ6wa1WQNTAZ65x4sQxng_SS0yB3bfy5/w321-h400/Harness.jpg" width="321" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I
may have misread it, but I honestly don’t think that I did. There was
some definite familiar connective energy there; unfortunately with masks on, it
is hard to read facial expressions.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br />What transpired afterwards and in my mind and if she read mine is a tale for another time.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>So then what is your point Enzo?</i></span><br /><br />My point is that afterwards I had a revelation. A possible revelation.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Am I again a square peg in the round hole. Or better stated, am I a square peg seeking the wrong holes. <br /><br />I have been attempting to date via the traditional dating apps. Surprisingly as I have stated here before, I have come across a few ladies who share, or claim to share, my interests. They unfortunately haven’t quite worked out for one reason or another. <br /><br />I have always veered away from the obvious FetLife for possible connections as that seems a whole mess in my opinion. <br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Where are you going with this?</i></span><br /><br />My revelation is that maybe I am indeed looking in the wrong places. I’m panning for gold in rivers hoping to hit that long shot and strike it. Maybe I should focus my efforts and be searching in the dedicated mines where the probability is known to be higher.<br /><br />Simple enough or so it seems, right?<br /><br />The thing is that once you go into the mines you are presumed to be just a miner, a one dimensional character. And that is one thing I have always been true to myself about. I have a variety of interests and tastes, a walking contradiction to some, but that is who I am. <br /> <br />I have a friend who I would often scold about force-defining herself only by her kinks, she is so much more than that. <br /><br />Multifaceted and multidimensional. Aren’t we all?</span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-75438025283909384072021-09-12T02:34:00.004-07:002021-09-12T02:34:36.970-07:00The Old School Desk<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A stream of conscience post, mostly as a follow-up to my prior post. <br />In case you haven’t read it, it is just one page back or use this handy link <a href="https://everdayspankings.blogspot.com/2021/08/back-to-college-secret.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><br />As many of you know, and I have possibly mentioned here once or twice perhaps, comments on some blogs seem to be way down. I did manage a couple of comments on my prior post, thank you very much you two. <br /><br />It is always hard to guess which posts will garner the most, if any comments. However, based on the initial part of that entry I was really expecting there to be a notable amount of comments. <br /><br />Yet it wasn’t so.<br /><br /><br />After giving it some further thought, <b>I have concluded the lack of commentary was due to only one of three possibilities:</b><br /><br /> <b>1. </b>Most readers understood what I was hinting at and agreed with me, thus no need to comment.<br /><br /><b> 2. </b>Some readers had no idea why I wasn’t a fan of certain schoolgirl fantasies and are still scratching their heads wondering why and how I could possibly be opposed to such. <i>“Isn’t that a core fantasy in these parts”</i> they must be asking and thus are debating if they should even continue visiting here. Confused, they did not know what to comment.<br /><br /> <b>3. </b>Lastly those who understood much too well what I was hinting at, thought best not to argue and have hopefully decided to take it as a cue to walk away. Hopefully.<br /><br /><br /><b>Did you follow any of that? <br /></b><br />If you did, great!<br /><br />If not, sorry.<br /><br /><br />Regardless, let’s move along now.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">....</span></span></span></p><p><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Did I ever tell you about the vintage school desk we bought</span> </b>(and eventually sold).</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WFbV02NHF60/YTxvR6Yfx8I/AAAAAAAAEDg/6Rh-UDC5LQsEpi3KvW6-4LbcWaHPsYyxQCLcBGAsYHQ/desk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1995" height="386" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WFbV02NHF60/YTxvR6Yfx8I/AAAAAAAAEDg/6Rh-UDC5LQsEpi3KvW6-4LbcWaHPsYyxQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h386/desk.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Way back when (when we were still together), My Girl and I used to live near a school. One summer the school decided to upgrade all the decades old worn wooden desks to new plastic and metal versions, so they had a yard sale of sorts selling off all the old desks. We purchased one on impulse as they were being sold for ridiculous cheap, maybe five dollars if that much. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">At this point I bet you think you know where this is going, but I am afraid you would be wrong.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mind you, although My Girl and I had what could be described as a domestic discipline stylized type of relationship, she was never a fan of role play in and of itself. She did however like to dress up in her short pleated school girl skirts and accessories, but mostly for visual pleasure and I had no objections to it; obviously. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>But wait, Enzo, I thought you said…</i></span><br /><b><br />It may sound confusing on the surface, but it really isn’t.</b><br /><br /><br />So we held onto the desk for years. My Girl with the intention of it coming into future use if we were to have a family, it would then serve as a work from home desk; which is what I think the school yard sale had intended these for. In the meantime it served the duo purpose of plant stand and cat napper.<br /><br />We eventually ended up moving and, as often coincides with moves, we decided to thin out a few things. I posted the desk on Craigslist with the same intent of the original yard sale.<br /><br />Note that this was at a time we felt very alone in our preferences, hadn’t explored much if any in the real world and thus was surprised by what happened next. <br /><br />So a gentleman contacts me inquiring about the desk and I let him know it is still available and he shows up bright and early the next Saturday morning. He was older than I had imagined, but figured he was wanting it for his offspring’s offspring. A bald, stocky, serious, drill sergeant type character who was in a hurry. <br /><br />I walked him around to the side walkway of our place where the desk was waiting. He didn’t look at it twice before he yelled out to his partner to come over.<br /><br />A woman, about his age, suddenly appeared as he instantly asked her in his gruff voice, “Is this it? Is this what you had in mind?”<br /><br /><b>I have seldom seen a woman’s eyes beam so positively</b>. She simply nodded. <br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">To this day, I still remember that look on her face.<br /> </span></span></span><br />In a seemingly continuous move, he shoved the paper currency into my hand, scooped up the desk and marched away. In a few second he had loaded it up in the truck and they were gone. <br /><br />Now, I’m not going to assume here, but I am willing to bet that desk was her idea. And she was ready to put it to use having thought of plenty of fantasies to match it perfectly. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWA0bfIfp-g/YT0y5wh9kGI/AAAAAAAAEDw/sHCIrewxZcMHdmHH_U14DmHvpI6wpdMtACLcBGAsYHQ/s479/Punished.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="413" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWA0bfIfp-g/YT0y5wh9kGI/AAAAAAAAEDw/sHCIrewxZcMHdmHH_U14DmHvpI6wpdMtACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Punished.jpg" width="276" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />This event was one of the first times I genuinely felt not alone in these preferences.</span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We </b>were not alone.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>You</b> are not alone.</span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-19476704367466783112021-08-25T12:12:00.006-07:002021-09-11T15:42:58.878-07:00Back to College Secret<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-d5f32ece-7fff-d5dc-a5e4-354cb67b13a7" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have found that most people are either tuned one of two ways in regards to their calendars. <br /><br />They either subscribe to the Gregorian calendar (our present day 12-month calendar starting in January) or to a School Year calendar (approximately starting in September and ending in June). I am tuned into the school calendar even though it has been awhile since I was last in school.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-d5f32ece-7fff-d5dc-a5e4-354cb67b13a7" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"></span><span style="color: #666666;"></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It used to be tradition that the schools would reopen after the Labor Day weekend. However, that has not been the case so much universally anymore for quite some time. </span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What am I rambling on about this time you ask?</span></span></span></b></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well it is not even early September, but the schools all seem to be in full session now including most of the Universities & Colleges. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Which all brings my mind back to the recollection of an all time favorite illustration. Yes, I am sure you have all seen and are familiar with it. </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dPKAfhMsw90/YSaVniIPbYI/AAAAAAAAEDY/hTbrBt5Hoxsnky03pFJmbUN-SAghCxXmwCLcBGAsYHQ/NatlLampFullCoverCrop.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="249" data-original-width="177" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dPKAfhMsw90/YSaVniIPbYI/AAAAAAAAEDY/hTbrBt5Hoxsnky03pFJmbUN-SAghCxXmwCLcBGAsYHQ/w228-h320/NatlLampFullCoverCrop.jpg" width="228" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><p></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The famous spanking cover of </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">National Lampoon</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> in 1975, painted by Birney Lettick.<br /><br /></span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I share a few thoughts on this illustration, I have a secret to share. </span></span></span></b></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes. A secret.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Come close. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ready.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have never really been into the particular SchoolGirl fantasy <i>as specifically portrayed in explicit videos</i>.</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No, not really.</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"></span><span style="color: #666666;"></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><i><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What?!</span></span></span></i></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shocked?!</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Don’t be.</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"></span><span style="color: #666666;"></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Honestly in general <i>that specific emphasis</i> on that part of the fantasy rubs me the wrong way and is just a big turn off <i>when done up too much</i>. I won’t elaborate, but I think you can figure out what I am getting at without going into detail.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You might be saying, <i><br />“Enzo, but you know very well those models in those videos are not underage!”</i></span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes, of course, but depends where you are sourcing your images and videos. Some sites (not so much the spanking related ones) try real hard to make the models appear terribly young… No thank you.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><i><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Enzo, you know very well school girls don’t wear heels!”</span></span></span></i></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes, also obvious; so credit to those producers who don’t go for the total underage vibe, but some of those tend to run into the extreme other issue. The issue of extreme disbelief. The makeup, the heels and all the over the top accessories that end up being almost reminiscent of an ‘80 hair band video. </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-d43a7d3e-7fff-7b39-01d0-8d64496fd5a4" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Note that this is not an all encompassing summation of my tastes.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have I played with Littles and do I enjoy that? Yes, but again that isn't quite the same to me as what some of those explicit videos are implying.</span>) </span></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Now don’t get me wrong</b> - I obviously love a woman in a short skirt, pleated and plaid all the better. Demoted to a school uniform, icing.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But I’d rather the fantasy be played out in any number of alternate ways than what seems popular consensus. </span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For one, at a college level, which still is not correct, but at least it is strictly adults involved. </span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you follow my rationale?</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So if you haven’t clicked off this page after this revelation <b>allow me to share my thoughts on our featured illustration. </b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I find this image a lot more to my taste based on the implied ages. (Call me a hypocrite if you will, but having two adults as I said is a lot easier for me.)</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>On the reality of this published artwork</b>, I enjoy it because I still find it hard to believe that it was published in a mainstream magazine - on the cover no less! Now since I wasn’t around at the time of this publication, someone who was can correct me if I am wrong, but I don’t believe this magazine was hidden from sight as would be the adult magazines. Imagine the happy surprise to generally any curious eyes and no doubt to spankers.</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-17-jKAVyOlM/YSaU7tlWNaI/AAAAAAAAEDI/il_gYiEE17U6QvV9bKJqDY5NgKma8W96gCLcBGAsYHQ/NatlLampFullCover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="807" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-17-jKAVyOlM/YSaU7tlWNaI/AAAAAAAAEDI/il_gYiEE17U6QvV9bKJqDY5NgKma8W96gCLcBGAsYHQ/w475-h640/NatlLampFullCover.jpg" width="475" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><p></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This cover art has our hero, the Professor, not only spanking the hard-headed Coed, but he has taken things further. Not only has he pulled up her skirt, he has yanked down her panties and is punishing her bare bottom! Again I am (happily) surprised this was on the cover. I would imagine the artist being told that illustration would have to show her with her panties in their upright position - and even that on the cover would seem risque to me for the time.</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>The illustration itself is excellent</b> in my opinion. It is to the caliber of Norman Rockwell and the artist, Lettick, I believe was intentionally setting it up as such making it that much more appealing. He could have done a flatter image, a simpler angle, and ignored the details, but he did not. All the details as any Rockwell would include are there, from his pipe to his wool suit and from her wool skirt to her argyle socks.</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LW_BEchyF_g/YSaVMwOpQ1I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/LNihOgZjS2Mp6A0ZzeAy800BPas_n2vwQCLcBGAsYHQ/NatlLampCoverArt.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="740" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LW_BEchyF_g/YSaVMwOpQ1I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/LNihOgZjS2Mp6A0ZzeAy800BPas_n2vwQCLcBGAsYHQ/w445-h640/NatlLampCoverArt.jpg" width="445" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><p></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Plus, I love all the clever details including the use of a slide-ruler (rather than a plain ruler) to emphasize she has failed Calculus II as noted on her test sheet. Plus his instructions on said test sheet. All excellent.</span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So there you have it. </span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I found large size illustrations for your detailed analyzing and viewing pleasure. Just click on the last two images for the larger size images. Enjoy.</span></span></span></p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Let me know your thoughts</b> overall and on this illustration in particular. Would love to hear them.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Are you a fan or is it simply troublesome for you?</span></span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-57293021253603825732021-08-12T00:06:00.007-07:002021-08-12T02:30:12.766-07:00What ever happened to…<div><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I think I will start a new segment on here. <br />It seems like I have quite a few subjects to fill in for the question of <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><br />“Whatever happened to…”</b></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Today’s segment.</b></span><br /><br />I know I haven’t been active on this little corner of the blogosphere very often as of late (meaning the last few months), but I was wondering about a particular blog that has gone missing. Yes, missing!<br /><br />I'm aware of the long ongoing trend of blogs slowly disappearing, exiting over time while others shutdown with a sudden closure. It is always the ones that suddenly cease that are shocking. I am also aware that recently some blogs </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> apparently </span></span></span>were unpublished by error and then reincarnating under other names. <br /><br />However, <b>today’s question</b> in particular is:<br /><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VUxHfgLXRto/YRTH32qa8VI/AAAAAAAAECk/Yigahfjb4rwm0aaL3L3XJvE41r49n1j4QCLcBGAsYHQ/j119.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="336" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VUxHfgLXRto/YRTH32qa8VI/AAAAAAAAECk/Yigahfjb4rwm0aaL3L3XJvE41r49n1j4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w240-h320/j119.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Whatever happened to the blog that would re-publish British Spanking Magazines almost in their full entirety, pictures and stories? </b></span><br />To complicate the reference and search, and truthfully and sadly because I am a bad blog fan, <b>I can’t remember the actual name of the blog! <br /><br /><br /></b></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uRkotEJuNVY/YRTHrEgZnGI/AAAAAAAAECg/X8CAVTTIZBY5LWksNN7deoJa6V19YG7egCLcBGAsYHQ/j101.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="336" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uRkotEJuNVY/YRTHrEgZnGI/AAAAAAAAECg/X8CAVTTIZBY5LWksNN7deoJa6V19YG7egCLcBGAsYHQ/w240-h320/j101.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Qh1p8F2YrE8/YRTHozGIP9I/AAAAAAAAECc/6j_VJAiT8IMu2BZlAasCOgLOtGgyZfNXgCLcBGAsYHQ/j119.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br /></span></span></span><div><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Please note the following clues: <br /><br /></span></span></span>• I am not referring to the self titled blog of British Spanking Magazines. That blog stopped publishing new (recycled) material about 10 years ago.<br /><br />• In contrast, the missing blog was still publishing up until </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">a few months ago and</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> had been </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">quite active for quite some time (years?).</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <br /><br />• </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Even though there was some overlap between the self titled blog mentioned above and the blog I am </span></span></span>searching for, the missing blog would re-publish full picture sets and full stories, with additional details. </span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Plus the quality of the scanned photos appeared to be overall better and larger.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ds1sj42uW0w/YRTHQjAa34I/AAAAAAAAECU/KAFmp32EC5cATiMyKRJ80JNAnV9A7-NDgCLcBGAsYHQ/uG38sm.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="709" height="327" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ds1sj42uW0w/YRTHQjAa34I/AAAAAAAAECU/KAFmp32EC5cATiMyKRJ80JNAnV9A7-NDgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h327/uG38sm.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />• <span style="color: #3d85c6;">To further add to the mystery (or the biggest mystery!) <b>it seems to be missing from everyone’s blogroll!</b> </span>This is really peculiar as some inactive blogs are still on blogrolls some 7 plus years later! And yet in comparison, gone only maybe a couple months, it is missing on any list I've seen. <br /><br />Perhaps it is still there and this is simply proof that I’m way overdue for my eye doctor visit (thanks again COVID). </span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />So help me out readers and fellow bloggers. <br /><b>Am I just missing it and it is still there on the blogrolls? </b><br /><br /><b>Or did it in fact disappear into the dark of night?<br /></b><br />And if so, <b>do you have any clues to why it vanished?</b><br /><br />I’ll wait here. <br /><br />Patiently. <br /><br />Until I hear back from you, before I release the hounds.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></span></p></div>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-91310720582545541412021-07-20T16:17:00.000-07:002021-07-20T16:17:18.451-07:00Tuesday Toons - Windy Wednesday <p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Was my last post to serious for your tastes?<br />Not your intent on why you visit here?</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Well today’s menu is quite different.<br /><br /><b>Today I offer you a genuine twofer</b>. Yes, a two-fer. As you know in our corner of the blogosphere, bloggers are fans of posting funny toons on Tuesday, with the toons being on topic or off topic all the same. <br /><br />If you are familiar with this little blog o mine, you may be familiar with my <i><b>Windy Wednesday</b></i> casually themed posts. <br /><br />Why Windy Wednesday? Because it is Wednesday and Wednesdays are Windy. <br /><br />Usually.<br /><br />And windy upskirts always make me smile.<br />Don’t they make you smile?<br /><br /><b>Well today I offer you the the best of both worlds in one simple pack.<br /></b> <br />A <b><i>Tuesday Toon / Wind theme post</i></b> <br />and or <br />a <i><b>Windy Wednesday / Toon theme post</b></i><br /><br />All for you to savor over two days. <br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /><i>What is it about windy upskirts that make me smile? <br /></i></b><br />This young lady’s expression says it all. The sheer panic, embarrassment and like reactions that usually accompany such unexpected situations is what does it for me. <br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGSfkxI_0RE/YPdYOrhrtgI/AAAAAAAAEBw/QJYvwOz8Wbk_AXNqm3appQsU-hZVfiqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s399/Massimo%2BCarnevale%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="399" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGSfkxI_0RE/YPdYOrhrtgI/AAAAAAAAEBw/QJYvwOz8Wbk_AXNqm3appQsU-hZVfiqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Massimo%2BCarnevale%2B1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span><br /><br /><br />Are you a fan?<br />Do they make you smile?<br /><b>Yes, ladies, I’m asking you in particular.</b><br /><br />These moments can also be quite synchronistic to the fortunate enough to witness. <br />Our friend on the bench would agree no doubt. Unfortunately this might be his last view, but at least it was a great view!<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAv6TEf9EEaZpsmRgd_v_Fsnek98au708449tDqAZODDh9rd8zYVaI2wUW0Cd7ldgz91HxoB6X17t29sNlnOLk4oPx0H5FBWcSpI7EgRbrMX8XLPuH5GpKrilPkQIMJKrKcxQwbFDJFiO/s1413/Massimo+Carnevale.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1413" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAv6TEf9EEaZpsmRgd_v_Fsnek98au708449tDqAZODDh9rd8zYVaI2wUW0Cd7ldgz91HxoB6X17t29sNlnOLk4oPx0H5FBWcSpI7EgRbrMX8XLPuH5GpKrilPkQIMJKrKcxQwbFDJFiO/w453-h640/Massimo+Carnevale.jpg" width="453" /></a></span></span><br /><br />Why do you figure she is so shocked?<br /><br />The simple fact that her dress blew up in the wind?<br />That she knew our friend got an eyeful?<br />An eyeful of plain panties?<br />An eyeful of sheer panties?<br />Or?<br /><br />Thoughts are always appreciated and since I'm in the process of prepping for a road trip and no time to set up a poll, let your voice be heard via the comments below.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Image credit to artist Massimo Carnevalle, but not confirmed. </span></span></i></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Carnevalle,</span></span> the comic book artist's work seems more refined in other examples. </i></span><br /></span><br /></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-17697359121563117592021-07-01T01:51:00.001-07:002021-07-01T01:52:45.808-07:00Check-In at the Brink of Peak Summer OR on a Random Post Hump Day - Thoughtful Thursday, Part I<p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">How’s that for a post title? A bit long or perfectly all encompassing?</span></b><br /><br />I’m posting a check-in more for my own sake than anything else, as I doubt there was any notice of my extended absence. Although I have been known to disappear for awhile at previous times, this time away was different. Different in the sense that it wasn’t just that I was busy; it was perhaps that something was telling me that time-away was what was needed.<br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><br />Part I - Where I’ve been</b></span><br /><br />If you are a regular reader here you may remember that at the end of last year COVID hit pretty damn close to home and that event, even outside of COVID times would have and, did require some time to just be. I posted about that in January and then did not post anything until March.<br /><br />In March I posted and offered up the suggestion to revitalize a previous blog community theme, <i>March Questions</i>. I was a bit surprised by how that idea was circulated in our blog community, unexpected to put it simply but probably best left for another post. That unintentionally led me to a temporary silence, which in turn became an extended silence. Until now, where we are today at the end of June; days away from the 4th of July which to me has always marked the height of Summer.<br /><br />Where have I been? Amongst other things, busy with relationship retrospects is the best summation, but short on answers. <br /><br />On related topics to this blog I have been analyzing, perhaps over-analyzing some past relationships, current ones and hopefully future ones. <br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b> </b></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvRo7In75x4YemnNpluc4c4NbZ_NbFhMEjip_BuvjT8_DvgZaO8JnaojcX9yQcUs-I7tstPKJVc5OPcVxWXrJrw9jBSTV6rVIYk_w5JWn_jnC9IcHoycyJOA2wzrN_3HgTV0HVrthlQYn/s500/original.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="500" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvRo7In75x4YemnNpluc4c4NbZ_NbFhMEjip_BuvjT8_DvgZaO8JnaojcX9yQcUs-I7tstPKJVc5OPcVxWXrJrw9jBSTV6rVIYk_w5JWn_jnC9IcHoycyJOA2wzrN_3HgTV0HVrthlQYn/w400-h383/original.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><br /></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The goals and results of mainstream online dating.</b></span></span></span></span></b></span><br /><br />I had dated a girl for awhile, but that ended in early 2020, right before the world shut down. The relationship was full of promise, but unfortunately she was not of our lifestyle preferences. I was honest with her about mine, but due to many other things this relationship wasn’t meant to be. Plus there were various everyday things that were already triggers to her that to add in the elements of domestic discipline and spanking were really going to make that relationship an extra challenge. I have no intent on traumatizing anyone so perhaps in retrospect it is all for the best.<br /></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br />I have recently been seeing another girl who in her own personal journey has become honest with herself and what she needs in a relationship. Very similar to what a lot of the female bloggers here have gone through. She had opened up to previous partners and unfortunately they weren’t having any of it. Now divorced and single, and older and wiser perhaps, she has been straight forward with what she wants/needs. I apparently fill that role. Completely, according to her.<br /><br />The problem is that I’m afraid I may only be attracted to her because of her deep submissive traits. Is she a good person, honest, fun, etc.? Yes, yes and mostly yes. So what is the problem? The problem is that spark of attraction and lust isn’t quite lit. It is not lit instantly nor burning intently as I would want it to be. Not only do I want the intense attraction, I also want the familiarity of joint interests, of conversations on deeper levels, plus a sprinkling of common points of reference. All of that covered by a deep layer of our dominant and submissive roles.<br /><br />I know some guys out there might be screaming at the screen upon reading this. Let me explain something. I have never really been the guy to just “hit it” because the opportunity is there. I’ve had my fair share of those, but I have passed. I know, I know. Trust me, the guys I hung out with were and would be disappointed with me. Sorry gents, but truthfully (and in general terms), I need that intense desire and connection. <br /><br />Some of you may say, just indulge in the games we play with no need for a relationship and deep feelings. Well that is where this girl has her own needs and requirements, she doesn’t want to play without the goal of a long term monogamous relationship.<br /><br />Do you see the predicament?<br /><br />I know some of you may not be able to relate for either being in a long term committed relationships and/or are okay with play outside of primary relationships, seeing play with others as a non-issue.<br /><br />So I find myself again at a crossroad where I feel the right thing to do is let this relationship go and move on. Move on with the hope that something is out there that fits all my needs just right, on all levels. <br /><br />Am I asking for far too much? Should I just take what is offered for there is no guarantee of tomorrow? Or do I follow some vague dream that something is out there that fulfills all my needs? A vague dream fed by fiction and non-detailed online truths of others. Fueled by my very own, now vague recollections of past experiences and relationships with girls that seemingly shared exactly what I needed/need. <br /><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUtLlOWJ1-s/YN2BKbxEoXI/AAAAAAAAEBE/DPJQOczmDEMj21xW09IAAueR001dollEQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/twirl.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUtLlOWJ1-s/YN2BKbxEoXI/AAAAAAAAEBE/DPJQOczmDEMj21xW09IAAueR001dollEQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/twirl.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Or
is it all due to that I’m searching for exotic flavors at the primarily
vanilla only shops? And yet the dedicated exotic only shops tend to raise all
sorts of their own unique trust issues for me. Plus, the struggle that
my preferences, in those comparisons, often seem so out of place: <i><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /><br />“Excuse
me, do you have anything on the menu that isn’t extra spicy? <br />Not looking
for no spice, not mild; but something not four chilies hot perhaps?”</span> </i></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i> </i></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i> </i></span></span></span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-12596574529023698562021-03-11T22:04:00.001-08:002021-03-11T22:04:33.873-08:00March Questions: The Unofficial Revival<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It has been a bit of an effort to come back to blogging, honestly. <br /><br />There are the obvious reasons from the external forces of the ongoing state of the world, although there does seems to finally be light at the end of that tunnel, to the personal reasons from the last few months some of which I have shared. I realize it has been two months since I last posted and unlike other times, this has actually felt like it has been that long. <br /><br /><b>I have missed blogging and story telling</b>, but besides the obvious time constraints that always hold me back, it is the lack of interaction that further deters me. It has been said by many of my fellow bloggers that it is best to simply focus on ‘writing for yourself’ without expectation, but we all crave connections which in this medium is demonstrated through comments. <br /><br />I have recently considered changing the format a bit of this blog to more of strict journal type entries, but I have never been really “good” at that nor do I think that format is very exciting for others to read. Although the rare exception is <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Cutie Bootie</i></span> who does a really good job with the diary format on her <a href="http://cutibootie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> <br /><br />Any possible format change here has yet to be determined. <br /><br />In the meanwhile since coincidentally it is March, I was reminded of a previous event that used to take place in these parts of the Blogosphere. <br /><br /><b>March had been officially known as <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Ask Me Anything Month”</span>.</b> It was a favorite of mine, but it seems to have not resurfaced these past few years. I find this odd as it had a rather enthusiastic participation previously. I don’t recall who officially hosted the festivities otherwise I would have tagged them here and or visited there and asked.<br /><br /><br /><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>Nevertheless, to my fellow bloggers:</i></span></b><br />I invite you to join me in this <b>Unofficial Edition of Ask Me Anything Month</b> by posting on your own blogs an open invitation to answer your readers' questions. Yet, another opportunity for interaction.<br /><br /><br /><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>To the readers and lurkers here: </i></span></b><br /><b>Have you found yourself up late at night wondering about the mysteries of the universe?</b> Who built Stonehenge and why? Ever wondered why the USAF officially acknowledged UFOs, but no one seemed to notice or care? Ever questioned why the desert at night feels colder than a night in the woods on a mountaintop? Or perhaps your questions are simpler as in who is actually buried in Grant's Tomb?<br /><br />No? <br />Never wondered about any of that?<br /><br />Really?<br /><br /><i>Are you sure? </i><br /><br />Or rather <b>have you simply been curious about the author of this inquisitive blog</b>; curious about this man whose been graced by the opportunities to spank some precious bottoms and yet one of his underlying failed goals includes attempting to understand the female species? <br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWGsyI6xOsk/YEr5wazWL6I/AAAAAAAAD98/25PaSJbrLVgCcvlaryVuQXLBcnF_g3yeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s592/TheNewGirlfriend.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="562" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWGsyI6xOsk/YEr5wazWL6I/AAAAAAAAD98/25PaSJbrLVgCcvlaryVuQXLBcnF_g3yeQCLcBGAsYHQ/w304-h320/TheNewGirlfriend.jpg" width="304" /></a></span><br /><br /><b>Ever been intrigued as to the inspirations behind my stories?</b> </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ever wondered about anything in a story that was not answered? </span></span>Who are these girls, where are they now and do they know their stories have been shared here? </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Or perhaps your wonderment is simpler, as in what </span></span>my favorite type of panties on a girl are, favorite color and or pattern? <br /><br />If so, <b>here is your chance to ask</b>. You might be surprised by the answers I do have and not so much by the ones I don't have.<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e83IpzVrx8k/YEr6C5UFlWI/AAAAAAAAD-I/fF_MVQeJwfsjajfHOXE7g0p_dV_tOwN9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s768/WarningToWendy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="541" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e83IpzVrx8k/YEr6C5UFlWI/AAAAAAAAD-I/fF_MVQeJwfsjajfHOXE7g0p_dV_tOwN9QCLcBGAsYHQ/w281-h400/WarningToWendy.jpg" width="281" /></a></span><br /><br />Or perhaps there are no questions. That is fine as well. If that is the case simply say hello. And even better than a simple greeting is one followed by the answer to what you enjoy about this place that brings you back.<br /><br />I am open to answering most questions so go ahead and ask away. I will do my best to answer your inquiries and if there is more than one or two, I will answer them in one future summary post.</span><br /></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-6485527509815462292021-01-12T16:09:00.000-08:002021-01-12T16:09:02.921-08:00Update, State of Things - ENTIRELY O.T.<p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">This is <b>ENTIRELY Off Topic</b> so if you have no interest here except for our shared interest, you’ll want to skip this post, but I hope you don't.</span><br /><br /><br />Where to begin since it has been an extended minute since my last post. <br /><br />I will be brief as possible.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The state of the good ol U. S. of A. </b>(and the reasons for my extended absence)</span><br /><br />Deep sigh. <br /><br /><br />Yeah, I have to say I saw a lot of that coming. We all did. If you didn’t…well…<br /><br /><b>What happened this past week was a disgrace</b> for all and on so many levels. <br />Isn’t this the type of thing that America has fought against in so many “third-world” countries?</span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />We had been a democratic beacon of hope for so many throughout generations. Generations. That light was dimmed last week by those actions that played out. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I’m tired of hearing commentary that it was just property damage. That all of those storming the building were agitators, </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">were all “ANTIFA” in disguise</span></span>…if you honestly believe that just simply stop and listen to yourself. Just stop. Five people died including one police officer. While quite a few others, police and civilians, were left with serious injuries. A lot of new video has emerged which paints a picture of a lot worse than some "harmless trespassing." <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Not going into a big political debate about election fraud and what not, or right or left, conservative or liberal. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It was wrong. It was a sad day for America. For the world. <br /><br /></span></span><br />From failed leadership that instigated that mob scene <b>to failed leadership that has led to poor handling of a pandemic. </b><br /><br />Rather than being the shining star example of how to handle the pandemic, the US is coming in as an example of how <i>not to handle</i> a pandemic. We are in a war against a virus that we should be focused on fighting, but instead we are being misdirected from urgent life or death matters to focus on fake accusations of mass voter fraud and the fallout of such. <br /><br />I could go on an on and go into details, but why waste my energy. People have made up their minds on where they stand on these issues. <br /><br /><br /><b>We are in the thick of this COVID war and news flash - we are losing</b>. <br /><br />That simple statement is for half the country who has been and continues to be in denial. <br />EMTs forced to make triage decisions about whether or not to give patients oxygen and or drive them to the hospitals… that is not what they signed up for. Doctors and nurses treating patients in hallways, cafeterias and gift shops due to the overflow….these are not combat medical personnel…overflow morgues in trailers… Families saying goodbye to loved ones via a Zoom call; that is something I would not wish on anyone. <br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />Before you come at me with claims of fake news and media exaggerated bias, or worse yet some ignorant conspiracy theories, I’ll tell you I have experienced these things up close and first hand.<br /></span><b><br />If you are <i>regular reader </i>here </b>you know I have spend most of these COVID times volunteering at food banks and COVID testing sites doing what I can days in-and-out trying to support my communities. Being a part of a volunteer force stepping up to cover for failed government leadership and resources. <br /><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Additionally, </span></span><b>if you are a <i>long-time</i> reader here </b>you also know that over the years, I had often made long treks to visit my ailing father in his elder years. I have written about it often and often the reason for my extended absences. I stopped the visits due to the rise of the pandemic and the related recommendations of not wanting to put him at risk.<br /><br />I had to say goodbye to him recently. Not in person, but instead via a Zoom call. </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He left not as our elders deserve (</span></span>or anyone for that matter), but instead alone without any family at his side. He was alone except for an overworked, exhausted nurse not tending to her patients but rather tasked with calling time of deaths.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Be safe out there all of you. </span><br /></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-37421095303062908342020-11-20T02:13:00.004-08:002020-11-20T12:35:13.061-08:00LOL XV<p><br /></p><p>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>Welcome to this wonderful place that looks, sounds, feels and smells like our own
everyday world, but with some distinct differences. A place where adult
girls who shun their responsibilities, are made to pay for their
offenses, where their entitled or arrogant attitudes are checked often and their
bottoms are the primary focus of their penance. </span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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embarrassment and occasionally brought to the edge of humiliation. <br /></span></span></span></span><br /></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">
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only is this a place whose focus is the disciplining of young ladies in various clever and
embarrassing ways, but a place to also admire and be in awe of the
female
creature in all her inner, outer and spiritual beauty; all in an
everyday context.<br /></span></span></span></span><br />Additionally it is a place where nature and synchronicity agree and conspire<br />with short skirts and sheer dresses to turn on their
owners much to their dismay; <br />but to the welcomed entertainment and joy
of those fortunate to witness such beauty.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span><b>But, please don't ever confuse this place as somewhere where women are meant to be disrespected or degraded</b>.
These stories are a blend of fantasy and reality. Non-consensual
discipline is for the young ladies who deep down secretly crave it; not
something done out of a lopsided abusive relationship or anything worse. </span></span><br /></span></span>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span> However, discipline here is seldom random and never unwarranted. Well
administered spankings are fully justified. The young ladies may seldom be
willing participants, but that is the fantasy aspect right? I don't believe every story needs to have a "disclaimer" paragraph at the end that
explains that those involved were in a prior relationship, secretly planning and consenting all
along as so many authors choose to include. For me that merely spoils
the entire story. <br /></span></span><b><br /></b></span></span><b>
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</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Enzo</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></span>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-67651133215490064532020-10-27T01:42:00.007-07:002020-10-27T17:42:49.485-07:00Something different: A snippet of Reflections<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Here is something seemingly entirely different than the usual fare, a snippet of a longer story. Not off topic per se, but no scenes of our favorite topic either. <br /></span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>...........<br /><br /></span></span></span>Relationships are complex because we humans are complex. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Real relationships are seldom easy; even though it may appear so to others watching from the outside. </span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><i><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Real relationships are even hard for those of us who practice DD. <br /></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span>She walked away from the mirror.<br /><br />Unresolved and unsettled she squirmed in her seat.<br />Huffing she returned to it. <br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-61oavpXaZA4/X5fWeySOSOI/AAAAAAAAD7U/QzUySOF573kaqBznTRilLT-nDsLqR5kzQCLcBGAsYHQ/reflection2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="361" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-61oavpXaZA4/X5fWeySOSOI/AAAAAAAAD7U/QzUySOF573kaqBznTRilLT-nDsLqR5kzQCLcBGAsYHQ/w261-h400/reflection2.jpg" width="261" /></a></span></span></span></div><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Inspecting her body yet again, scrutinizing the imperfections for the countless time. Her eyes zeroed in on individual square centimeters of her slowly, naturally aging skin. Frustrated she tugged down on her t-shirt and decided to refocus the inspection elsewhere.<br /><br />She parted her uncombed hair, pulling strands apart on her seek-and-destroy mission. Without warning, she captured a traitor. Held it close to her glaring eyes wanting to send it back to its partners in treason with a warning. Instead it slithered from her fingers in a haste escape. She searched the top and sides of hand with no luck. It was gone, but no doubt a sign that there were hundreds more to come.<br /><br />Turning her focus elsewhere once more, her chest became the next area of her scrutiny. She adjusted her posture to no avail. Defeated she reminded herself that her perkiness was predestined, challenged by the misfortune of small genes. Carrying on, she closed her eyes, inching her hands down cautiously around her hips instead and continuing on toward her bottom preparing herself for further genetic blame…<br /><br />The click and crack of the key and door saved her from her own prosecution. Scampering across the room, she scanned for her book, grabbed it in passing on her way to her perch by the window. Taking an audible deep breath she attempted to relax herself.<br /><br />“Hey Doll, I’m home.”<br /><br />He walked into the living room and saw her at her usual spot. In full feline nature her legs wrapped underneath her as she sat there indifferent to the world. <br /><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-paC4b4_ArCA/X5fWrDidzqI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/Lvl8w7OqVkwsMferggRiceWHSsmKLSWJQCLcBGAsYHQ/reflection1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="534" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-paC4b4_ArCA/X5fWrDidzqI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/Lvl8w7OqVkwsMferggRiceWHSsmKLSWJQCLcBGAsYHQ/w317-h400/reflection1.jpg" width="317" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />He greeted her with a gentle kiss to her forehead as she rose to her feet without urgency.<br /> <br />“</span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hi Beautiful, </span></span></span>did you have a good day?” He asked in genuine admiration despite the concern of her unkept appearance. <br /><br />She did not answer as she squirmed out of his incoming embrace. </span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span>As
much as he adored the her choice of usual at home attire, the minimal cover of a thin t-shirt and barely there panties; he was worried that it was most likely
evidence that she hadn't left their place all day. <br /></span></span></span><br />“It is actually nice out; Fall is definitely coming. Did you get out for some fresh air like we talked about?” <br /><br />“There is fresh air by the window,” she replied walking across the room only to settle a few feet away into the sofa.<br /><br />“You need to get out…” <br /><br />“Whatever,” she mumbled her interruption.<br /><br />“Come on, I picked up dinner. Let’s eat” He waited for a reaction that never came before turning towards the kitchen. <br /><br /><br />Rolling her eyes, she eventually relented. Stretching her bare leg from underneath herself, her toes blindly searched around the floor pushing away magazines and remote controls before finally making contact with her flip-flops. <br /><br />“By the way, we were invited to a party on Friday, so plan for it now. Something to look forward to,” he called to the sound of the approaching rubber soles against hardwood as he set the table.<br /><br />“A party? Who’s party?”<br /><br />“Amy is having a pre-holiday season get-together,” he replied sorting out the take-out containers as she settled into the wooden chair and pulled the actual house cat off the table and into her lap.<br /><br />“Gawd, do we have to go?”<br /><br />“Yes, and besides it will be good for you to get out. I thought you’d enjoy getting dressed up and doing something fun.”<br /><br />“What? Wait, I have to get dressed up…”<br /><br />“And the problem is?” he stopped the distribution of utensils to make eye contact with her.<br /><br />“The problem is… the problem is I hate Amy! And her big tits! And the way you stare at them and how she flirts with you and rubs herself all over you…” she snapped, whipping her hair away.<br /><br />“Doll! Doll! Look at me,” he tried to get her attention as she hid her face into the cat’s fur. “None of that is true. <br /><br />You know very well the only girl I can’t keep my eyes off is you, especially when we go out. You know I love the way you look all prettied-up. <br /><br />I was actually hoping you’d wear that tight form-fitting black dress I like.”<br /><br />He waited for a response and when it didn’t come he continued on.<br /><br />“I really like how it shows off your big ass so perfectly and highlights your long legs...”<br /><br />She inhaled audibly just before exploding again, “Well it’s not my fault I don’t have a figure like your coworkers; it’s not my fault I have a big ol’ fat ass! <br />I hate that girl! And her perfect tits! And, I fucken hate Chinese food, dam-it!”<br /><br />Grruerwow!<br /><br />In a flash her hand had chucked the disposable wooden chopsticks across the table, as she backhanded and spilt the box of noodles in the process causing the cat to bound off her lap.<br /><br />He watched her leap to her feet and out the room in whirl of pent-up frustration. He stayed seated listening to the click-clacking disappear down the hall followed by the expected slamming of the bedroom door. He watched the dark Szechuan sauce making its way across the table where it cascaded in a slow trickle over the edge to land at the paws of the waiting cat. </span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>...........</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Your comments and thoughts are always appreciated.
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</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-59914363836638912932020-09-23T02:45:00.006-07:002020-09-25T00:14:21.464-07:00Random Flow of Thoughts on Windy Wednesday<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Another stream-of-consciousness post. </b><br /><br />Foremost, how is everyone doing out there?<br /><br /><b>Well it has been another heavy couple of weeks in the good ol’ U S of A.</b> No need to rehash the state of the union to my fellow Americans and as for far-away friends, no doubt the story of our demise has reached your shores. I have tried my best to avoid political commentary here, but since it is such a big part of our current collective situation I like a lot of other bloggers have been forced in that direction more than once. However, as far as sharing specific opinions, it seems fruitless to me as everyone is so deep in their partisan sides that either you agree with those opinions or there is no way anything I say will cause you to reconsider in the slightest. <br /><br />Therefore, rather than getting drawn into that rabbit hole, speaking instead specifically to all of you out there feeling drained by our current shared existence instead, feeling hopeless and worn out, I offer you this timeless advice the has served me well: <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-58uFspPExzQ/X2sOFLyXj7I/AAAAAAAAD64/ICf7mJYCAH8WIqdUoEI4cXiavK23X9rWgCLcBGAsYHQ/Serenity.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="1098" height="298" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-58uFspPExzQ/X2sOFLyXj7I/AAAAAAAAD64/ICf7mJYCAH8WIqdUoEI4cXiavK23X9rWgCLcBGAsYHQ/w240-h298/Serenity.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It may seem like a fluff of words on the surface, but <b>when you sit down and think about it there is a call to action in there</b>, which is something I believe in - action.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>As I have said before, one of the main goals of this blog has been to be a place for unique entertainment and genuine escapism. <b>I recently offered a continuation of an ongoing story.</b> It can be found one post back. I didn’t receive any feedback on that installment which I was really hoping for. <br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">• If you haven’t read it</span></b>, now’s a good opportunity to read it. </span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">• If you did read it but didn’t comment</span></b>, now is a good time to go back and share your thoughts.</span></span></span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />I understand a lot of you like to remain anonymous and not comment and that is why I have often offered the anonymous poll option. <b>Unfortunately with the new Blogger interface my polls are not working.</b> There appears to be some technical issues going on. In the past it was very straight forward, copy and paste the code in the visual editor and it would show up upon publishing. Now it appears that the code must be inserted in the html code view, but it is hit-or-miss if it shows up or not <strike>and often disappears even when it did initially. Plus, it does not seem to any longer allow more than one poll per page. Very frustrating.<br /><br /></strike></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Update: </span></b><span style="color: #e06666;">Seems like I managed to get the polls to works, but not a 100% sure, so let me know by voting going back a post and sharing your thoughts on my latest story by voting!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><b>If any of you have any insights into the new Blogger interface or a suggestion on a poll app </b>that plays nice with the new interface please let me know. The polls are important to me to help gauge interest and tastes especially for those who wish to remain anonymous. If I can't find a poll solution I may need to find another way of convincing you all to comment.<br /><br />And finally to get back on topic, well at least semi-on-topic, I will leave you with this visual. <br /> <br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Why: </b></span>Because it is Wednesday and don't we all need another opportunity to smile?<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">What:</span> Windy Wednesday</b>. <br /></span></span></span><br /><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Who:</span> </b>This vintage beauty.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Where:</b></span> In an office, seemingly a long time ago. <br />Remember when we used to go into offices, into offices with other people?<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tFD_MleJOKo/X2sNoeYmkTI/AAAAAAAAD6w/ZgrlQHSUEDoturLMy4rARuhu8CLxvvVtgCLcBGAsYHQ/officewind.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="336" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tFD_MleJOKo/X2sNoeYmkTI/AAAAAAAAD6w/ZgrlQHSUEDoturLMy4rARuhu8CLxvvVtgCLcBGAsYHQ/w447-h336/officewind.gif" width="447" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></span></span>Enzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11556688278392257042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535903720716234853.post-36394144616753571772020-09-15T18:28:00.036-07:002020-09-25T00:11:10.897-07:00Teacher Orientation: A Conclusion?<span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "arial";">Today,</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"> I am sharing a continuation of my extended story: <i>Teacher Orientation</i>. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "arial";">I am sharing it as a possible distraction from all that is going on in hopes of it being just that, a momentary escape. </span></span></span></span></span><br />Once
more, I will advise to go back and (re)read Part I and Part II as I'm
not sure how much you will be able to follow along without that story
setup and scene. <b>Part I </b>can be found by clicking this convenient link <a href="https://everdayspankings.blogspot.com/2019/08/something-different-teacher-orientation.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">HERE</a> and <b>Part II</b> <a href="https://everdayspankings.blogspot.com/2020/07/teacher-orientation-story-continued.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<br /><br />So
please grab an adult beverage of your choosing, take your shoes off
(why are you wearing shoes in the house, Young Lady?) and snuggle up and
enjoy. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br /><br /><b>Fair Warning</b> to ladies with tender ears: </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">You
may want to read
this in bed where you can peak over the covers while you read this as
there may be a scene or two which may make you, how should I say it; may
make you squirm.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span>Squirm in a good way. <br /><br />Be sure to share your thoughts.</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial";"> <br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">...............</span><br /><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></b><span style="color: #666666;"><b>Ashley stared at the Doctor </b>as
he appeared on the verge of salivating, his eyes locked on the ripeness
of Jenny’s anxiously jiggling bottom. She saw the contempt and her
mind raced. Even if she thought some of the punishment had been well
deserved, she needed to do something to save the girl. <br /><br />Do something, but what?<br /><br />It
was then that a brilliant idea flashed in her mind just as the Doctor
raised the needle up high, ready to bring it down with force.<br /><br /><br />Clank! Clang!<br /><br /><br />Ashley
watched the tray crash against the linoleum floor sending her set of
spent syringes spinning and shooting in random directions resembling a
break of billiard balls.<br /><br />All eyes turned to her. It was at that moment that the realization hit her that she had not fully thought out an entire plan. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeXFvj50ad0/X2FVVKNtWwI/AAAAAAAAD54/oCCFJz6xzuAUKwGAd2sPTs6IcTPRhrSugCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/face.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeXFvj50ad0/X2FVVKNtWwI/AAAAAAAAD54/oCCFJz6xzuAUKwGAd2sPTs6IcTPRhrSugCK4BGAYYCw/s400/face.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Now what to do?<br /><br />Her brain worked frantically until she called out, <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Oh my! Oh my!”</span> just before raising the back of her hand to her forehead and letting herself drop to the floor in full dramatic fashion.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Owww, ouch!” </span>she
yelped as she landed </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;">on her unprotected bottom </span></span></span></span></span>with a thump against the solid
floor. She realized she hadn’t thought out the consequences of this
stunt either.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“My Gawd, are you okay?”</span> Nurse Robinson rushed over to her.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Yes, yes, I’m fine… No! I mean…” </span>her mind raced to focus as she grimaced from the painful impact.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Whatever is the matter, Miss Ashley, are you that clumsy?” </span>the Doctor scolded.<br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“I think I was about to faint.”<br /><br />“Faint? On what reason?”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Doctor, it is rather hot in here today,” </span>Nurse Robinson answered him seeming to let escape a sliver of empathy.<br /><br /><br /><br />Back
on her feet with the aid of the nurse, Ashley leaned against the exam
table chugging refill after refill of cold water from disposable Dixie
cups. <br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Can I have another, please,” </span>Ashley asked the nurse. It was the only idea she could think of to stall the inevitable syringe attack on Jenny’s bottom.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Of course you…”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Enough! She’s obviously okay,”</span> the Doctor interrupted, <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“I haven’t got all day! I need to finish with these two and get to my rounds.”</span><br /><br />He marched back over to where Jenny was still bent over the table and retrieved a syringe.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“No! I, I, I think I’m coming down with a fever!”</span> Ashley blurted out the first thought that came to her mind.<br /><br />The
Doctor shook his head visibly annoyed at what he was guessing was now
just another stall tactic. Jenny made eye contact with Ashley coming to
the same conclusion and mouthed to her a sincere, <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Thank you.” </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Doctor should I take her temperature? She does appear hot.”</span> The nurse asked holding the back of her hand to Ashley’s forehead as Ashley pantomimed a frown.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“She definitely is hot,”</span> the Doctor smirked, <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“but no. No, I will take care of her.”</span><br /><br />In
an instant the Doctor was dragging Ashley by the arm across the small
crowded exam room and towards the adjacent door. He swung it open as he
pushed Ashley into the tiny room.<br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“Nurse bring me a thermometer and some Vaseline.” <br /><br />“No, Doctor! I’m Okay. I mean..I mean I’m feeling better.” <br /><br />“Perhaps, but no sense in taking any chances; right? Let’s just see what exactly is going on.”</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Oh. Okay. <br />Aaahhh,”</span> she voluntarily opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, then closed it to ask, <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Okay, but…but why do you need Vaseline?”</span> Ashley rambled out without a genuine clue of what was about to happen.<br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />“Silly girl, there is only one proper way to take an accurate temperature reading and it isn’t in your mouth.”</span><br /><br />Ashley’s mouth involuntarily dropped wide open this time as her face went white upon the realization of what was to come. <br /><br /><br /><br />Without
a physical escape, Ashley obeyed and gripped the edges of the toilet
seat and searched for a visual and mental escape. She arched her back
and raised her head as best she could while remaining in the bent over
posture. Craning her neck she peered out the small open window above the
toilet which was facing the same pasture she had tried to lose
herself in previously. The scene had shifted again, the blaring sun now
seemed to be beating down intensely into the window. <br /><br />She managed
to drift off to a momentary dream state, imagining herself out there
once more enjoying the sunshine. Ashley tried to focus through the glare
of the rays searching for the blond heifer who had been the focus of
her envy. She heard a soft moo. Ashley’s eyes darting left and right looking
for the source, but could not see her. Something did not feel the same;
something was not right. <br /><br />She tried to take a step, but couldn’t.
She looked down and realized she was no longer barefoot as she had been before.
Instead she was wearing her high heels and they were sinking deeper and deeper into the mushy grass and she was unable to
move. The soft warm breeze that had previously caught her flowy skirt
so innocently and playfully was now changing. It was a hot, humid forceful wind now,
whiplashing her face with her own hair and tugging at her skirt. Dust
and debris were being picked up and thrown about and in an instant her skirt was swept
away as well. She reached out, but it was too late; she couldn't even see where it had sailed off
to blinded by the dust and her own hair. At least she had her
panties on thankfully, she thought looking down. Wait; what?! My panties?! Where are my panties?! Where did
my panties go? She fumbled with her hands trying to conceal her modesty
from both views as she tried to scream, but no sound came out. A
building thunder of hoofs grew louder and closer and began seemingly
vibrating the room. <br /><br />She felt a sudden pressure as she was pulled back into the room and heard the Doctor’s voice, <span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Now stay still.” </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ek4b_TIIXx0/X2FVoA-EMGI/AAAAAAAAD6E/JOEKTAYINEI190hlFjrHMrxuYGbauvZLQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/211.jpg"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ek4b_TIIXx0/X2FVoA-EMGI/AAAAAAAAD6E/JOEKTAYINEI190hlFjrHMrxuYGbauvZLQCK4BGAYYCw/s400/211.jpg" width="290" /></a></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Ohhhh gawd, Ohhhh gawwwd!” </span>Ashley blurted out.<br /></span></span></span></span></span><br />She
tried not to focus on the pressure, but it was impossible; it was clear
what the source of the pressure was, her buttonhole being probed.
She could feel him moving his thick finger in and out multiple times.
Gawd, was that really medically necessary. Then just as unexpectedly as
it had been inserted he abruptly pulled it out. Before she could let out
any sign of relief, she felt a new intruder.<br /><br />She leaned forward
grabbing tighter to keep her position, to keep from falling forward from
the force as she felt the Doctor begin pushing something in. It was
slowly corkscrewing its way into her. She tried to rationalize with her
emotions, tried to explain to herself that it couldn’t possibly be as
big as she felt it, as big as she imagined. But despite reason the cold
touch of glass felt as if it was extra long and thick. If this was a
thermometer she couldn’t imagine what a…imagine what anal must feel
like. That thought sent a scramble of conflicting thoughts in her mind
as she felt herself being filled. Just as she thought it couldn’t go any
deeper he released her cheeks that he had been holding apart. <br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“You
stay still and don’t let that fall out, understood? We want to get an accurate reading.
You wouldn’t want to have to do this again would you?”</span><br /><br />Ashley shook her head obediently.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Good Girl, I didn’t think so.” </span>He
smiled and opportunistically delivered a singular merciless smack to
her right cheek once again, pausing to watch her full bottom reverberate
from the impact just before exiting the room.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“As
for you, let’s get these shots over with and if you start any of your
previous antics, I’ll give you a spanking so firm that it will make that
first round feel like butterflies were tickling your bottom in
comparison.”</span><br /><br />Jenny gulped as her eyes bulged in shock at
the threat. She audibly inhaled </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;">as </span></span></span></span></span>she stomped her heeled feet while folding her
arms in </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;">a last minute rush of defiance. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> It was no use, Jenny was no
match against Nurse Robinson who was not about to be caught off guard again and pinned her down over the table easily.<br /><br />Ashley
shook her head in dismay, why hadn’t Jenny listened. If she had only
done as she was told and listened to the warnings of colleagues, just
followed the nurse’s directions, Ashley thought, it would have all been
over by now; but instead here they were. <br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Owww!” </span><br /><br />Ashley’s
thoughts were interrupted by the first of a series of howls as needle
met tender, still freshly spanked flesh. Ashley involuntarily clenched
herself tightly around the thermometer in reaction every time Jenny let
out a scream. Ashley’s body counting down the shots in bittersweet
reaction knowing each would bring Jenny’s punishment closer to an end
and yet simultaneously dreading it; knowing that would be when her own
humiliation would resume.<br /><br />She drew her attention to the window
once more where she tried to focus through the sun rays, but couldn’t.
She couldn’t make out any of the creatures, just the mad rustling of a
variety of hooves. As the scene became clearer her dream of teaching in
the country, her dream of carefree living seemed to be disappearing. She
heard a low powerful grunt and then silence. A moment later the sound
of the heifer returned, but changed from the familiar to a low extended
moan.<br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“And how are we doing over here, let’s take a look, shall we?”</span>
Ashley hadn’t heard the Doctor re-enter the room until he was speaking
to her. He placed his large hand on her bottom and spread her cheeks
apart with his thumb and forefinger and then with his other hand and no
further warning, yanked the thermometer out of her buttonhole. <br /><br />She
let out a gasp and began panting, strangely aware of her chest rising
and falling. The removal of the device seemed just as shocking as the
intrusion, her bottom feeling as if the ghost of the cold glass was
still in her. She squeezed her cheeks to confirm that it actually
wasn’t. <br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">“Well that’s bad news. It looks as if there is no signs of a fever.”<br /><br />“Wha,what; but that is <i>good news, </i>right? That, that means I’m all better, right?”<br /><br />“No, this is bad news. It means that someone was lying. <br />And worse yet, that someone was wasting my time! <br /><br />You, Miss Ashley, are about to learn a lesson about what happens to those who waste my valuable time.”</span><br /><br />In
an instant, the Doctor was dragging Ashley out from the bathroom by her
ear. She was digging in her heels in resistance, click clacking across
the room, but inevitably found herself over his lap as he once more got comfortable
on the small rolling stool.<br /><br />Smack!<br /><br />Slap!<br />Slap!<br />Slap! <br /><br />Smack!<br /><br />Slap!<br />Slap!<br />Slap!<br /> <br />In no time he had found his rhythm and was well into a full force punishment of Ashley’s tender bottom. <br /><br />It
was now Jenny’s turn at a front row view of a bare-bottom punishment.
She was teary eyed and sympathetic, attempting to offer a smile of
support whenever Ashley’s head bobbed up in reaction to the force
delivered to her other end. Unfortunately all that was reflected was just a
grimaced, agonized frown as she rubbed her own disciplined and abused bottom.
Furthermore, she was also unable to hide the shock of seeing her newly
found idol in such a situation. So much for a modern woman, Ashley was being spanked like a naughty girl.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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appointment had been full of shared humbling predicaments for both of
them, but it was one particular visual that caused Jenny to pull away
from the failed </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;">attempt to rub comfort into</span></span></span></span></span> her own thrashed cheeks and instead bite her nails anxiously as
she stood watch. She couldn’t get it out of her head. The visual of
Ashley being forced to bend over and have her temperature taken
rectally. Witnessing having a thermometer pushed into her, a grown woman's, bottom. And corked so
deep that she could just barely make out the red tip peeking out between
Ashley’s ample full cheeks. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: normal;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #666666;">That was something she was at least grateful for, grateful that she had not undergone that utter humiliation. <br /> </span></span></span></span></span><br />As
she watched Ashley being punished because of her failed attempts to
save her, she wondered who had fared worse. Was it her, thoroughly
spanked only to be followed by a series of unforgiving shots on her
tender bottom? Or was it Ashley, who had started out with the throbbing
pain of the shots, followed by a deep probing and who despite that added
measure was still not spared from an equally firm bare bottom spanking? Was
this all really part of the price to pay for wanting to teach in this
charming little country town?<br /></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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