Thursday, October 30, 2014

Pumpkin Panties

everyday snapshot - this is Halloween

I don't like to say too much about my Girl here out of respect for her privacy, but since she is key to the following story I will make a partial exception.


My adult Princess is a creative girl who doesn't need to purchase any prefabricated craft items as her talent can carry her ideas to fruition easily.

So I was surprised when she comes home the other day with a pre-packaged Halloween project from the craft store.

OK I'll be honest, I didn't much care one way or another – not at first. I read the package, saw her logic in the purchase, and went on my way. She's been busy as of late, thought this was a quick an easy way to decorate a pumpkin, doesn't like carving pumpkins, but likes lace… You get the picture.

I on the other hand; I like to carve my pumpkins the old fashion way. The whole gooey mess is all part of the process. Getting my hands dirty…turning the pumpkins in one hand and then the other, shaping, turning them this way and that… figuring out what the jack-o-lanterns will look like, which parts to cut and which to leave, is all equally enjoyable. 

She bought this 3-pack craft kit pictured above. It makes sense that of course these are hand-made by none other than Martha Stewart herself in all their perfected promise (Yes, yes, I know Martha doesn't make them, but her little army of minions do). Again to be fair, I had never heard of "pumpkin sleeves". Perhaps you have, but I had no idea what to really expect. 

I had my jack-o-lanterns done last Saturday. My Princess got around to her's last night. Moments later I walked into the kitchen and stopped in my tracks. 

Turns out they don't look like the picture because the reality is that our pumpkins are in fact that; real pumpkins and a bit heavier than Martha's cover models.

My Princess looks at me as I am in a trance staring at her pumpkins and asks

"What do you think?"

"Why did you dress the pumpkins in your panties?"

"What?! ...Huh? What?! What are you talking about!"

"I think they should be repackaged as Pumpkin Panties!"

I went on to explain how hers, actual ones pictured above, look like pumpkins wearing lace panties. If you let your mind wander for a second. Honestly, do they not? 

"Oh mygawd."

She stood there not knowing what else to say, now seeing what I saw, so I patted her bottom as I tried to cheer her up:

"Don't worry, if your PG-13 pumpkins survive Halloween night, I am thinking of recycling. We can use these as festive panties for YOU young lady! Without leg holes, I am sure they will slide right on easily...or down easily as needed."

Just to further prove my point, as I did some online research for the package picture, I came across the following picture of the same product online on a DIY Home Decor blogger's site. Yes, this is the exact same product! (and for the record, that is the female DIYourselfer's hand, not mine.)

Now tell me honestly, don't those look a lot like these panties:


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Hope you all have a Safe and Fun Halloween!  
Hope to see you all on sunday for a Special Halloween Story.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Obvious Solutions

How about a little story to start your week off?
This a special story dedicated to my female domestic discipline readers.


"There is always a solution. It may not be obvious at first, but there is always a solution. Now turn around and bend over!" he stated matter-of-factly easily restraining her with one hand and pushing her over her unkept breakfast table.

"You can't do this! You can't!" she kicked and bucked; eyes bulging in disbelief. 
"My husband will be home soon and kill…"

"Your husband?! Your husband is the one who sent me! He needed someone to deal with you!" He explained as motive and ample target were both revealed simultaneously as her jersey maxi skirt met the floor with a single tug.

"What?! You must be high. I don't believe you!" she protested trying to break free from the tangled mess of cloth now at her ankles. He pushed her back down on the table and took in the full view. He had always pictured her wearing some sort of fancy lace knickers, but this reality was still rewarding. Red nylon panties stretched to their limits, stretched to utter sheerness, encasing her ample cheeks, would make for a lasting memory. He struggled to comprehend why anyone would need asking twice to accept an invitation to deal with this.

"To be clear, he did say he wouldn't want any other man touching your big ass, but that there were definitely times he wished someone would deal with your rotten attitude. He just couldn't do it himself...for some reason." He clarified as he pushed her blouse up and out of the way and then grabbed tight onto the thin waistband of her panties. 

"That's f'en stupid! You're f'en stupid! Besides how do you plan on doing anything without touching me, huh? Good luck with that smart guy! You already f'ed that part up. Hey wait! He said I had a big ass?!" Her anger suddenly shifting.

"Well, I am pretty sure he meant someone using their hands on your bottom! I understand that...I mean, I understand his point. And he is my good friend and I respect that, but as his good friend I need to help him out. You see that is why I had to come up with a solution. It took me a long time. But, I did. It was obvious. So obvious I didn't realize it for so long.

With a firm tug he pulled her panties down and her cheeks burst out almost gratefully; now allowed to jiggle freely. Yet unexpectedly, the movement south had abruptly stopped sooner than he thought it should. The light-weight fabric had gathered tightly under her cheeks and now helped further accentuate her bottom's ample size. 

Confused for a moment he soon realized she was leaning on the front of the flimsy garment, against the table, and thus preventing them from coming all the way down. Then as if handling another caught filly, in a swift almost practiced motion he raised her thigh with his knee and reached between her legs. With another firm tug of the fabric, he released them; unintentionally ripping them in the process.

"What! What the hell did you do? Did you just rip my..." she stopped herself to embarrassed to finish the sentence aloud.

"To be fair ma'am, these skivvies were well-loved. Honestly what I'd love to rip is that tight..." he snapped back at her while admiring the soft nylon fabric he was still holding onto, before he stopped himself, "My apologies, my mind was going elsewhere. As I said...I'm here as an unspoken favor; so let's get started."

Seemingly not grasping the severity of the situation she buried her face in her hair, flushed with misplaced emotion. Fully embarrassed that this stranger had seen her old, lounging panties as opposed to some other cute pair that she no doubt knew all her husband's friends pictured her in. 

She was brought back to the matter-at-hand as she heard him undo his large silver buckle and release his leather belt wildly. His heavy boots kicked her ankles apart causing her to stretch her cheeks involuntarily. She felt a tickle of the cool morning air between her legs as she was now spread wide. He stood mere inches away from her bared and spread, vulnerable bottom. 

Looping his belt he cracked it with force over her. The thundering snap of the belt sent chills up her spine as she began regretting ever wanting to be disciplined. Regretting what this all might actually feel like. 

"OK, just relax and don't clench. And remember this was originally your idea" he instructed as he heard her gulp with anticipation.

Yet the belt did not come down. Instead, taken by the softness of her pale mounds he allowed himself to slowly lean into her; her naked bottom instantly feeling the 
bulging pressure restrained within his pants. She clenched her cheeks in nervous reaction, accidentally touching more of his erection. At the surprise touch, he instinctually pushed into her cheeks firmly. He rubbed himself against her bottom crevice feeling the warmth of her cheeks even through his thick denim. He could see the drops of sweat building up on her back quickly as she breathed in and out anxiously.

Fighting the urge to undo his pants and take her right there he refocused again on the reason for his unexpected visit. He pulled off her, took a step back and steadied himself with a hand on the small of her back and prepared to take a swing.

"Stop! He's going to be home any minute and... and..this is're stupid to think that this is what he wanted!" she let out a random string of protests in desperation.

"Well, he was right about a few things; you DO, undeniably have an attitude problem," pausing to kick her legs apart again only for the pure and simple pleasure of seeing her white cheeks jiggle, "And you DO have a big ol' ass! But in my opinion, that is one hell of ripe bottom you got on you; I would love to put a branding iron to it..."

She looked over her shoulder in offense and dismay and then closed her eyes in preparation.

"OK, let's get this attitude adjustment going, shall we?" He smiled knowing he was helping out a friend in need, and released the swing of his belt with full force.


She moved out of the way as he attempted to kiss her goodbye and rather than embrace him, she hugged her morning coffee tight instead. She didn't pay him anymore attention as he walked out the front door and instead she thought only about going back to bed. It would be another lazy day and she had plenty of time to shower before he came home from work.

Walking back to the bedroom, she stepped around her clothes from last night strewn about the floor where she had left them. She put her coffee down by his side of the bed in order to reach up and close the curtains. As she looked out the window he was climbing into his truck. As their eyes met he tipped his hat to her, paused for a brief moment and then pulled the loud dually away. 

As she bent over to retrieve her cup, she she saw his open calendar book on his nightstand and came to a sudden realization.

She slapped her forehead in frustration.

Now it all made sense; why he was wearing his Stetson today rather than his cap; why he had insisted on waking her up to have breakfast with him; breakfast he had prepared. She was still hung over from the night before and had forgotten the day. He wasn't going to work! He was leaving for the long weekend to go visit his Dad in the home! 

"Gawd. I am such an ass" she blurted out loud flopping herself on the bed. She lay there for a few minutes simply feeling horrible at how she treated him; she couldn't go back to sleep now. 

  Fact was she must have drifted off to sleep as she was jolted by what she thought was the sound of loud boot-steps downstairs. "He must have forgotten his thermos," she figured. She sat up and heard the footfalls fade off into the kitchen. 

In haste, she scampered to a pile of clothes on the floor and reached over for the first thing she saw, a jersey skirt. Still disappointed with herself, pulled the deeply wedged red panties out of her cheeks before sliding on the long skirt and heading downstairs.

"Times like these I wish he would just man-up and spank me," she said aloud seemingly to no one, but the planned empty house.


Hope you enjoyed that story.
There is a now a continuation of this story which can be found Here

Reminder: Comments are always encouraged and appreciated.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Time for a Spooky Tail

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As I have mentioned before, I managed a creative team made up entirely of all young ladies. One of the fringe benefits of this situation, was hearing many secret stories and honest conversations that I probably otherwise would not have been privy to. With that as background and the fact that it will soon be the haunting hour with witches and zombies and sexy kittens galore; who's ready for an early Halloween Spooky Tail?


Not so long ago, Chelsea, one of the girls on my creative team was retelling her spooky tale of a Halloween past. The other department girls listened attentively like little ones around a campfire. I listened like a camp director impatient for lights out.

"It was a dark and stormy night…" she began.

                 "Really?! A dark and stormy night…seriously?" a dismayed comment and an exaggerated eye roll from one of the other girls shot her down just as she began.

Ignoring the gesture, Chelsea continued on.

"My Mom was away for the week and wanted me to house-sit. So I left work late and drove out of town on Friday to her house off of Old Redwood Road; out in the hills. You know, out in the middle of nowhere. I hate driving up there as is, but driving those deserted curvy roads during a dark stormy night sucks."

"Wait. Did it even rain that Friday - let alone storm?" Same girl interrupted impatiently; annoyed at not being the usual center of attention.

"Excuse me, this is MY story," Chelsea shot back. "OK Where was I?"

"Yes, despite the intense traffic and the thundering rain, I made it there just as the sun was setting. As I pulled up the driveway the rain was coming down pretty hard as I realized I had forgotten both my coat and umbrella at home. I made a dash to the trunk to grab my VS weekender bag as torrents of rain came down over me. I tip-toed through the mud as quickly as possible, which wasn't very fast at all. My Maddens kept sinking into the mud as I tried not to slip and kill myself.

I made it to the front door safely, but soaking wet from head to toe. I put the key in the front door and before I could turn it I realized the door was unlocked as it slowly creaked open. I was suddenly scared; had someone broken in? Was someone still there?  

I flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. The power must have been lost due to the storm.

 Anyone home? ALO!' I yelled out, to the planned empty house, but only my echo replied.

Suddenly, I heard a crash and I jumped as I saw something scurrying towards me out of the darkness! 
I turned to run, but my heels slid on the wet hardwood floor causing me to bang into the back of the door. I screamed!  And then...I felt something brush against my bare legs...I closed my eyes and literally pissed myself I was so scared. I screamed again; louder! "

"Oh ma gawd! What was it?!"  All the girls screeched in unison.

"...I peeked down and realized it was only Mom's cat. 

I scooped up the cat and headed towards the master bath calming myself down along the way. It was nothing. It was nothing, but the cat, I told myself. My Mom must have forgotten to lock the front door.

So as you know my Mom's crazy vain and has all those mirrors all over the house, so I thought I would be safe anyways as I would easily see anyone approaching me.

But the scary thing is as I'm walking, I feel this constant presence… behind me…like someone is following me…

I turn around every so often, look over my shoulder, but don't see anything…except ...I could swear it is as if someone just ducks out of site every time I turn around. I'm shivering by this point from both fear and from being soaked through all my clothes. 

As soon as I get in the bathroom, I slam the door shut, put down the cat and hike up my drenched dress and begin to peel down my wet panties. As I am about to sit down, I glance over my shoulder at the full length mirror and….I see something!"

                  "What?! What?!" the girls are going crazy at this point with anticipation.

"I freak out, jump up but my panties are rolled tight around my thighs so I move right and I trip. I try to catch myself as I fall and luckily land on all fours. 

I take a deep breath and nervously and slowly turn around and look into the mirror to come face to face with..."

 "With what?! What?!"

"...with what I now know I have been seeing all along... It was my butt!
IT was what was following me around! It was what I was seeing in the mirrors.

My big ol' duck butt!  
I suffer from Duck Butt!"


Funny? or Scary?
Hope you laughed as much as we did and didn't see that coming in the least. We surely didn't. 

I love that story for so many reasons. I'll let you guess what those may be.

So do any of you dear readers, ladies of course, suffer from "Duck Butt"
Or have you ever heard of Duck Butt before?

Well, as full disclosure, I had not previously. As Chelsea went on to explain (not that she needed to, for if you knew her, her profile would suffice), Duck Butt is that perky butt that sticks out like a duck. Similar to or perhaps others definition of a bubble butt, but definitely fuller, yet not huge or oversize. Ample and perky…and delicious.

Hope this visual helps:


Although this may be a better example image:

As always your comments are very much appreciated as well as your vote.
Ladies again this poll is geared towards you all; but Gentlemen feel free to vote on the last two options. 

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Pleasant Everyday Conversation

It was toasty warm in my fair City today with temperatures reaching the high '90s. 

Picture a small public park within the civic center area of a city, below the skyscrapers and between the maze of congested streets. On any given day, these consolidated islands of grass comfort only the solitary homeless. On days like today they are utilized by crowds of office workers basking in the sun. 

Often young ladies plan ahead and trade air-conditioned offices for the natural air and spend their lunch breaks picnicking with friends. Kneeling on makeshift blankets, shoes are tossed aside, bare toes play amongst cool grass. Conversations lean away from office politics and towards relationships outside the confining walls of their cubicles.

I venture out of my office and take in the beauty of the day and am grateful for the gorgeous views all around. Outfits are shorter, thinner and breezier (is that even a word?) while minimally draped over large amounts of bare soft, beautiful, healthy skin.

The patchy green real estate is like that of the rest of the city, both in demand and scarce, so I  take what space I can. I sit on the grass mere feet away from two friends whose stylish outfits easily label them as part of the symphony or opera office staff. Too engrossed in the middle of their intense conversation to notice me sitting within earshot and eyeshot of their unintentionally exposed small triangles of joy. I focus my ears, attempting to clear the background noise of cars horns, ambulances and chatter; I await to overhear simple pleasant everyday conversation...


I nearly choked on my sandwich; did I really hear what I thought I heard? I had to wait for quite a few minutes before I could stand up again in order to not visually advertise my thoughts to all those around.


Hope you enjoyed this little story. Would love to hear your thoughts.