Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Everyday Thoughts: Grateful Thoughts

Did everyone had a grateful and restful Thanksgiving Day and a nice extended break?

I am a week late with this post despite the fact that I had this simple Turkey Day greeting all lined up. As luck would have it, my wifi internet connection was down for the extended weekend. Although initially disappointing, it was a bit of a blessing in disguise as it was a break from social media and the drama there. Is it getting worse out there in social media world or is it just me?

Regardless and more importantly back to the point of this post. 
I have found this illustration years ago and it was an instant favorite. Why you may ask? Well, I will counter that question with my own question:

What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you see this illustration?

(Don't forget you can click on the image to enlarge it.)

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....all the way to....yes, a spanking!

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.

However, If I shared this image with most of my friends, male friends in particular, I am pretty damn certain that "a spanking" would not be the first thing to come to their minds.
So I ask, am I truly amongst like-minded friends here in blogland? If so, please let me know honestly what was the first thing to come to YOUR minds?


A few extra random thoughts:
By the way, am I the only one who thinks Pilgrim Smith looks like he already had both his share of  the Thanksgiving feast, plus hers and then some? I was lead to believe the Pilgrims were starving until the Native Americans brought them food...
Oh, lastly, did you spot the lurker?

Saturday, November 19, 2016

An Overdue post on LOL Day

This is me currently; literally sitting here at the table, sipping my coffee, watching and listening to the constant slow marching and retreating of the the rain.

Welcome one and all to LOL Days. If any of you regular readers are still out there, welcome back; I am still here. For all you new to this little corner of the world, welcome.
I have been away as you may be aware for quite sometime. Away once again with the constant of it being longer than I imagined or had planned. Regular readers to this blog are aware that I was undergoing a tough time due to the ending of a long term relationship. While I have been trying to move forward it has still been rather difficult to focus on writing.

Even without those changes, all this past year I have been struggling with quite a few things going on outside my personal world. No need to rehash our current events and or the uncertain future yet to come; but I shall summarize it all to say that one thing I believe we can all agree upon is that these are historic times regardless of our political and personal preferences and opinions. 

However I will address one point in particular I have been struggling with that is perhaps the most relevant to this blog.

In brief (for a long winded answer will only serve the purpose of you clicking away), my struggle has been a concern with the treatment of women in general. In relation to this blog,
my concern is the possible misunderstanding of how women should be treated based on misinterpretation of blog posts here.

This is something I have mentioned quite a few times; in previous LOL posts in fact. This possible misunderstanding, especially to new readers, plus
with the added political climate that appears to have opened a door for misogynists all might just add to that confusion.
Before I go on, and since people like to label others, let me define two words for your convenience in my own words:

A Misogynist -
Is a person who is often hateful, angry and has an open contempt of women and often aiming to belittle them.

A Sexist -
On the other hand, is the person who holds a door open for another stranger simply for no other reason than because she is a women.

In other words please don’t confuse me or this blog as a place of misogyny. I may be guilty of being sexist, offering to change a flat tire for a women often before even asking her if she can do it herself, etc; if so - Guilty. However, do I have a hatred and disdain of women - Never!

My point is that I question if I am doing a disservice to women with this blog -? On the other hand, there is this voice, my voice and those of others who share my views that on one hand you can still respect women and hold them on the highest possible, and yet at the same time be okay with pulling a woman aside, flipping up her skirt and yanking down her panties and putting her over your knee for a good spanking and all for her own good. These things are not mutually exclusive. I know that is a hard seemingly contradictory concept for the general public to grasp.

I will stop before I digress from the intent of LOL Day, but I'll leave you with this:

For New Readers, you may want to read my previous explanation, reprinted here and found below the break, of what this blog and the spirit of the the stories and opinions found here are meant to be. (If your interest is peaked, there are other posts where I explain my views further if you simply search this blog.)

For Regular Visitors, thanks for always visiting especially if you vote in my polls. If you comment, I appreciate it more than you know.

For All Visitors and in the true spirit of LOL Day;
Please tell me why you visit here or what brought you here and what about this place brings you back.

All the best,


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 and/or arrogant attitudes are checked often and their bottoms are the primary focus of their penance.  

Not only is this a place of disciplining young ladies in various clever and embarrassing ways, but a place to just admire and be in awe of the female creature in all her inner,
outer and spiritual beauty; all in an everyday context.


This is also a place to see and hear of girls flushed to all cheeks with embarrassment. Where short skirts and sheer dresses turn on their owners much to their dismay; but to the welcomed entertainment and joy of those fortunate to witness such beauty.

But please don't ever confuse this place as somewhere where women are meant to be disrespected or degraded. 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.

 However, discipline here is seldom random and never unwarranted. Well administered spankings are fully justified. The young ladies may not be willing participants, but that is the fantasy aspect right? I don't think every story needs to have a "disclaimer" paragraph at the end that explains that those involved were secretly planning and consenting all along as so many authors choose to include. For me that merely spoils the entire story. 

I hope you enjoy what you find here and come back often and say hello when you do.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Autumn Morning*: Part I

Who's up for a story?
If you are like me, currently disgusted with the US political campaigns, then you might welcome this distraction. I do have plenty that I have been meaning to say about the campaigns, but I will spare you for the moment as I am most certain that is not the reason why you visit here.

Hope you enjoy this brief snippet of a story (*with the timely working title).


D-ing, dddding.
Click, click.
“Good Morning…”

Tap, tap, tap.
Click, Swish.
“Good Morning, How…”

Tap, tap.
Tap, tap.
“Hello there…”

R-ring, rrrrrinnggg.
“Good Morn’…”



“Dammit!”  she yelled out launching her clipboard and its contents towards the cold morning concrete. Walking away she wanted to scream out load, but instead simply clenched her fists and shook her head in frustration. Her pouty look resembling that of a 5 year more than the actual twenty-odd additional years of the young lady standing all alone in the deserted suburban street.

Spinning around on her heel she looked around for some acknowledgment of her justifiable frustration. She was greeted only by silence, not a single human sound broke the lazy Sunday morning still.

The cool morning breeze blew and began fanning the sheets of glossy paper attached to her abandoned clipboard, faster and faster. She immediately realized what was coming next and shuffled quickly back to save the reason for her early morning solicitations.

Too late.

A handful of papers made a successful escape and were airborne in seconds, scattering like bats. The wind huffed and blew again sending them further away as she began her chase.

She managed to catch a few of the stragglers when she suddenly felt a cold breeze. She froze and grabbed for her dress and pushed it down in haste.

Looking around anxiously, she peered left and right and up and down the street. Not another soul in sight.

“Thank Gawd,” she told herself happy that she had chosen to rescue her dress and save her modesty over the majority of the leaflets, which were now flying down the far end of the street.

Assuming that the wind had stopped, she bent over to rescue what was left of the flyers dangling to her clipboard. The wind huffed again and snuck up on her with an even stronger gust and sent her summer dress flying forward. The sudden cold breeze sent both her and her dress leaping. The lightweight material fluttered due east past the small of her back, stopped only by her flailing arms. She was left on full display from her belly button down to her heels with her bottom the center of attention. The transparency of her skintight white panties, increased further thanks to her bent over state, hiding almost nothing.

“FucDammitt! Dammit, dammit!” She fought helplessly against the wind, until it finally showed mercy and released her. She grabbed for her dress in a panic and pushed it down in haste.

Looking around anxiously, she peered left and right and up and down the street. Not another soul in sight.

“Thank Gawd,”
she told herself happy that she had chosen to rescue her dress, and save her modesty, versus the majority of the flyers; which were now at the far end of the street. She stood still, holding tight to the hem of her dress, and listened.


Gratefully not a sound, but for a baby crying in the distance. She knew how that little one felt, she felt the same. Stomping her feet in place, she closed her eyes and stood alone in the middle of the suburban street as the bright morning sun cast a spotlight on her lone figure.


Moments later Rebecca walked over and slammed herself down against the nearest  bus-stop bench, disillusioned with her hopes and goals for the day. She shot back up on impact as she had expected a soft cushion seat for some unknown reason, but was greeted instead by the reality of the stiff wood of the bench that easily penetrated her thin dress. "Is even a comfortable seat too much to ask for?" she groaned to herself.

How had her plans gone so wrong? She had gotten up uncharacteristically early this Sunday morning with every intent to conquer the day. She was up even before him. She had planned to be out of the house before he got up and leave him a note like the ones he often left her:

‘Didn’t want to wake you.
Off to work.
See you this afternoon.
Love ya,

Instead, she had tripped over her own uncollected clothes by the bed, in the process knocked over the lamp off the nightstand and rattled him awake.

“What the hell’s going on, Becca!?”

“Nothing. Nothing, go back to bed,” she chirped as she dropped to the floor on all fours, and scoured under the bed for her favorite flip-flops.

“Where’d you go?”

Her head popped up over the edge of the bed, “Here! I’m here. But I’m leaving go back to bed.”

"Where are you off to this hour? You never get up this early” he stared at her in concern.

“Remember, I start my ‘Get out the Vote’ job today. Didn’t mean to wake you, go back to bed,” she now whispered in hopes of luring him back to sleep.

She stood up and was about to lean over to kiss him goodbye when he grabbed her wrist.

“Slow down there, missy. Let me get some coffee and then I’ll give you a ride into town.”

“No, I don’t need your help!” she blurted out and instantly realized that did not come out the way she intended.

He looked at her squarely, then took an audible deep breath.

They had discussed this previously at length. She had taken this job to prove to him, to prove to herself, that she could do things more than just handing the everyday household chores and looking after the two dogs. He never put her down or pushed her to contribute financially to their simple lifestyle yet she felt his disapproval figuratively, and often physically when she overspent. It wasn’t entirely her fault she would tell herself. She was still young and she wanted to hang out with friends and spend nights in the city dining, dancing, and drinking. Sure her friends all were self-sufficient, or so it seemed, and she wasn’t extravagant comparatively, but who could blame a girl for wanting a new outfit for each night out on the town. Besides, he had given her the okay to use his credit card early on. Despite his disapproval of her irresponsible spending habits, he wasn't sure this door-to-door job was the answer; not to mention he did not like all the potential safety issues associated with the nature of it.

She was about to walk away before either of them said something that would drag them back into recent arguments, when he broke the uncomfortable silence, “You are changing right?”

She looked at him and then down at her outfit, “What do you mean? What’s wrong with what I have on?”

“Really, young lady?”
he looked at her from top to bottom. “You are representing our Country, our right to vote; you should be dressed appropriately….”
She glanced at the alarm clock showing ten minutes before the hour; fifteen before the bus was scheduled to pull up.

“Fine! What do you suggest I wear?!” she gave in with snapped response wanting to both avoid one of his long boring patriotic lectures and most importantly avoid missing her bus.

“A dress for starters…”

She stopped, rolled her eyes and spun around.

He sat up in bed in order to best watch the amusing show that he knew was coming. She immediately dropped backward on the bed and frantically began undoing buttons. The unchoreographed dance began with her comical shimming out of her
skin tight jeans that seemed to gain minimal distance despite her great effort and her accompanying chorus of controlled grunts and moans (that reminded him of other familiar sounds).
Finally able to release herself from the confines of the denim she threw them to the ground with dramatic effort, but was rewarded with minimal sound. Jumping up she continued her race to get undressed and redressed as quickly as possible as she swung open the closet door with a jolt. Her back to him, he fixated on the last remaining remnant of her original outfit as he decided to give her another order.

“And another thing,”
he began as she slammed the closet door having retrieved the very first dress she laid eyes on.


“Switch your panties…”

“Excuse me?!”
she began ready to protest.

“You need to calm down a little, young lady. You are way to wound up this morning. Therefore you need a little helper now and a little reminder to help you through the day."

She gasped, wide mouthed and speechless in his direction. Despite the fact he wasn't standing over her, and merely sitting up in bed made no difference, as his firm look made it clear that he wasn't kidding.

"Go ahead, you know what to do. Go ahead, put on a pair of your humble panties” he directed.

She finished yanking the dress over her head and was flattening it down over her curves frantically as she turned to the clock again; top of the hour already.

Shaking her head she gave in to his added demand only in hopes of still catching her bus. She reached under her dress and with a sway to the left, another to the right, then left again she rolled down her panties to her knees. He was about to continue his lecture when she sling-shoted a wad of fabric at his face. He caught it and without missing a beat brought her pale blue panties to his face and inhaled.

She turned to the dresser too anxious to respond to his perverse actions, and instead rummaged wildly through her top drawer before ultimately pulling out a white swatch of cotton. She peered past the bed and out the bedroom window to the road below looking for signs of the bus as she struggled to get her feet into the tiny leg holes without looking down. She pulled the panties up quickly as their transparency seemed to become more noticeable with every tug, in particular as they stretched over her thighs.

A distant rumbling of diesel engine broke their momentary silence as she grabbed her corked heels in one hand and raced for the bedroom door. She glanced back at him ready to say goodbye as she swung the door open and the morning sunlight flooded through the doorway behind her.

His eyes dilated at the sight now before him, and he began to speak slowly,
“Just a minute, young lady, I think you need to reconsider that dr…”

She wasn’t listening and cut him off  “I’m leaving! Hope you’re happy now; I might miss my bus” she blurted out and without further farewell ran out the room.

Tossing sheets aside, he rose from the bed to get a clear view out the window. Like a naked sentry at full attention, he watched over her as she ran barefoot down the dirt path towards the country road fronting their home. She was waving frantically at the approaching bus with one hand while the other held a jumbled combination of job materials, purse, and heels. He had to admit one thing, he told himself; despite her moods she always looked beautiful, especially today.

No doubt the dress showcased her overall figure, but he was fixated on an added detail. Even at this distance, thanks to the bright morning sun, her white panties were clear as day underneath the sun-drenched fabric. Furthermore, the outlines of the comparatively tiny panties seemed to highlight, their losing struggle to barely cover her ample, ripe ass.

He'd go after her before she embarrassed herself too much, he thought, but first things first.

Turning to attend to other matters he suddenly realized he still held her panties in his hand. He unraveled the pale blue cloth, took another deep sniff before draping them onto his morning erection. He wrapped them around his manhood and pulled them tight until his throbbing stiffness nearly burst through the delicate backside of stretched rayon. "You should know better than to go out dressed like that," he shook his head, "You have a lesson coming to you, young lady. A very stiff lesson."

But first coffee.


So what did you all think of our little Polltaker Rebecca?
Worth reading more about her? and what about him?
Worth a Part II?

Oh and by the way, apologies that the photo details don't match the story exactly (that is if  you are concerned about that stuff), but they are always just meant as visual guide.


If you enjoyed this chapter, perhaps you would be interested in reading more about the misadventures of our little Polltaker Rebecca. If so, Part II has been published and can be found HERE. However, fair warning although there are the typical elements found in most of my stories, Part II contains some elements which, how do I state it, involve a bit more graphic descriptions that might not be to everyone's likings, but still done in good taste in my opinion.


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Taco Tuesday Happy Hour: A Photo Story

It is Wednesday also know as "Hump Day" in offices across America. And in honor of that, I give you last night's "Taco Tuesday" aftermath. Enjoy. 



“I didn’t hear you? Were you asking me something?”

“I..I…I ssaid, wha..why are you using your belt? I dd..didn’t do anything wrong.”

The sniffling, the sobbing broken speech.

The snap of the leather upon itself.

“Didn’t do anything? Didn’t do anything?
You didn’t do anything right you irresponsible spoilt litt'...”

“It wwaasn’t my fffault…”

“It wasn’t your fault that you went out without telling me? It wasn’t your fault that you drank too much. On a week day. It’s not your fault that I was worried about you? It’s not your fault that you didn’t respond to my texts?”

“I...I was…”

“Stupid enough to get drunk, be left behind by your friends and rather than call me you call an Uber?”



A pleading scream.

“I.....jjjust couldn’t find my phone all night. Besides it’s not my fffault..
they were the ones…
I was just dressed up nice and they thought…”

“What are you rambling about?”

All goes silent.

Silence so thick the shuffling of her bare feet in place can be heard.

“, can I go to bed?”

Bend over and stick that ass out!


You love to show it off so damm much in those tight dresses,
then put that big ass on display for me.




A delayed scream.




“Back against the wall for the last two.
ow bend back over.”



A soft steady moan.

Please can I be done?”

I...I need to pee."

I should make you stand there, in the corner.
ou need to go again thanks to all that drinking.

"Pplease....I really, really need to..."
"Go on, before you have an accident.
And go clean yourself up and meet me in bed.”


“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes, sir."

"Are your panties in the hamper or on the bathroom floor?"

"One sec..."

"Good girl. Now come to bed."

A ruffling of sheets.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are Doll. I’m actually sorry I had to whip your cute ass so hard, but you need to learn.”

“I…I acc...I need to… I…”

“Shhh. Just come here. It's okay. It's okay.

Gentle sniffling.

Moments pass.


“Shhh, it's okay. How’s your ass?”

“On fire.
Like I sat on jalepeƱos.”

“Bwahaha, ha! Good!”

“Ii..t's nnot funny. It hurts.

A lot.
Ca…can you rub it for me, please, Sir.”

“Haha. Of course. Come here.”

“I’m...really, I am sorry.”

“I hope so. I think I made my point.
Just be glad you weren’t your usual self and posting countless Instagram or Snapchat pics.”


“I don’t think you would want to give me any reason to have to teach you a firmer lesson.
There isn’t anything out there right?”

“Nnnooo…uughh...of course not. Like I said I couldn’t even find my phone until the end of the night.”

“Good. I don’t want to have any surprises. Because if there were...
Well, let's just say y
ou just don't want to give me any reason to chase that
jalepeƱo treatment all the way up into your tight lil’ rosebud, ramming it until your ass is really on fire; now would you?"

A gasp, a whimper and a soft shiver.

"It's okay. I'm not doing that.
Not tonight at least, no reason to, right? Right?

Just b
e grateful you didn't earn that treatment tonight too.”


"It's okay. Now just go to sleep.

Here turn around, I want to feel the warmth of your spanked ass checks against me.

Shhh. It's okay, I told you. You are done for the night.

Shh, good girl; its okay.


"Should we really post it?"

"Why the hell not? It's really funny, they look ridiculous."
"Yeah, but I'm not sure she..."

"Oh well, too late!"


Let me know your thoughts and if not at least vote because remember dear readers, unlike in the US presidential race your vote matters here! Kidding. Kidding. Sort of.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Oh, Howling Devil

Anyone interested in something just a bit different?

Someone I can not see
Scatters the newsprint; shoos away the leaves.
Someone I can not see sneaks up on me.

He catches me,
Blinds my face with my own hair;
My hands are full and he takes advantage.
Pulls the hem of my dress in a wild goose chase.
This way and that,
Here a peak and there a show,
Up, down and all around.
He makes sure they all turn and see as he roars with raspy laughter.

An older women looks at me then forcibly away, annoyed.
A younger one gasps and grabs her own shame.
Only a second of compassion towards me, extended minutes of her own relief;
Grateful to have hidden her cotton whities from all but me.

She doesn't rush to help,
I guess it is every girl for herself as she scampers away.
Well I would hide those threadbare sheer grannies too...
(Yet, I wish I had been so practical.)

A handsome guy stops.
sees only one thing.
He doesn’t see my blushing face, he doesn’t really see my bare legs prance.
I am a
deer in headlights as
His eyes travel lower and lower only seeing a vision, a wish fulfilled.
My poor choice leaves my skirt midair.
red, barely-there underwear, yet still unable to hide anywhere.

Time stands still,

I'm on full display.
In my head I hear the laughs, but in front of me I see the growing reality of other thoughts.

Time stands still until...

The leaves scatter!
My full sail released at last.
I stomp, I huff, I curse - I just pout.
Oh devilish wind - why - I yell in vain.

Is that a rueful moan answering me or bidding me farewell?
Uncontrollable energy now pin-balling down the street,
Your howling laughter answers;
‘Yoooo, yoooo dared me, so I did.'


So what did you think? Did you understand what happened?
below & Comments always welcome.