Good Morning! If all goes according to plan you will be reading this at some point Wednesday morning after this post self-publishes as it was supposed to. If all goes to plan, you will be reading this while I am walking my way back home for my second cup of coffee; my first one long gone as I spent the early morning hours chasing elusive yet suspiciously familiar moons.
In case you didn’t hear, this morning is the rare occurrence of a Blue Moon, Red Moon, Lunar Eclipse and Super moon all wrapped into one! Pretty incredible, right? Except for I could have sworn we have seen 6 super moons in the last 2 months? Have we not?
Well, I’ll be out there with my camera and binoculars with high hopes while my neighbors sleep. I wish you could have joined me. If nothing else I am sure I could have shown you around. Shown you some other heavenly bodies. And not just the celestial kind.
Come on. This way while we make our way to a better vantage point. Come, walk with me on a moon-lit night, neighborhood tour.
Around this corner house here, you will find uptight Amy. A short fuse always ready to blow; some simply chalk it up to her strict upbringing and in-turn her high expectations she sets on her offspring. She often fails to hold back her frustration belittling teachers and coaches alike; her red cheeks full of anger always set off the warning signal of the explosion to come. However, little do they know (for if they did, they would definitely feel championed) that her temper meets her match in that bedroom up there.
Yes, when her dear husband finds out about the havoc she has been creating yet again, well let's just say she no longer looks so put-together afterwards - clothes all a mess, hair disheveled, make-up smeared - that is, after he's set her cheeks aflame, her entire full Moon, blushing Red.
Moving along.
Down the street.
No doubt the Blue Moon will be waxing and waning over at this end of the block; at this house to be exact. This young lady waits until she is alone with her pussy and then gets lost with it. Unbeknownst to her, her favorite angle also happens to be the one that has her moon shining directly towards the open bedroom window.
You see, there are two things you can be certain of - 1, that Michele’s favorite color is pale blue. And 2, despite what she often denies to her husband, and him of, or fails to admit to even her closest of friends, fingering herself is her favorite pastime. Let's just say, fingering herself at the thought of being spanked happens more than once every Blue Moon. If ever there was a naughty girl in need of a spanking for keeping secrets, it would be this little...well, you get the idea.
This way.
Up here at the end of the block is Laura.
Divorced mom who at her age should have a better grasp of herself and life. Nope. Instead, she is a fidgeting creature, but her anxiety is not revealed in a typical say nail-biting manner. No, instead she has a fidgeting habit of adjusting her panties constantly when she’s nervous. Very subtle, but obvious to those who look for those types of things. Or those, such as myself, drawn to that general direction.
Perhaps if she’d only admit that motherhood and a few years have caused her bottom to require a bigger size; and it wasn't the laundry that caused her panties to shrink. But instead she'd rather be in denial and uncomfortable as she plays a constant tug of war against wedgies that Eclipse and ultimately reveal her ample bottom. Not that those sheer panties she is rumored to always wear would hide anything anyways; let alone that wide luscious surface below.
Lastly, at the cul-de-sac, we have Christy the optimist and no doubt former cheerleader. Always the flirt wherever she goes. When she greets you, you can’t help but notice that smile; almost as wide as her bottom. She is well aware of what she refers to as her bubble butt. Never attempting to hide or minimize it always letting it cause what it may; from jealousy in female spouses to frustrations in most males, either way she is content with herself.
Unfortunately for her, one day our paths will cross ever closer and all my own pent-up frustration with her will be put to good use as it collides within her orbit. That smile will be wiped off her face and replaced with a look of utter disbelief.
Not just from a thorough spanking, in the name of all the others neighbors. No, little does she realize the best way to follow up a thorough thrashing is, in my opinion, with a deep, thorough exploratory probing of her Super Moon.
That concludes our tour of the celestrial bodies around us and their Moons. I hope you enjoyed yourselves.
So did any catch a glimpse of the Blue, Red, Eclipse or Super Moon?
Another week has gone by and I haven’t been able to convince myself to push the button.
To push the "publish" button to be exact. Unable to finalize a few stories that are still sitting inpatiently in draft mode. Partly due to my overanalyzing of my own writing styles and themes. My current draft stories want to run longer, but I am not sure anyone was enjoying these serialized tales (such as the Rebecca the Polltaker story)? My guess is you all prefer the shorter and summed up in one reading type stories, but I may be mistaken. Also, this batch of drafts are not focused entirely on spanking, but rather on a variety of other fetish elements which I know can seem off topic here and/or for only a selective audience.
That is only part of the reason. The other reason is that I am still processing real-world events with the interconnection of this blog (as I have often done in the past). Wondering about the clear lines that others make, or can’t seem to make, when they visit here. Currently wondering about the Women’s March in particular. Curious if any readers here participated in the marches this weekend? If so, how do you reconcile being spanked, or the desire to be spanked, with the messages of the Women’s March; or is it a non-issue?
All this is a complicated conversation best had precisely in that manner; as a conversation. The problem is a blog, this blog as a prime example, does not lend itself to easy conversation via comments especially when those comfortable with commenting are few.
If you followed my train of thought to this paragraph, I give you credit.
Regardless, I simply wanted to check in today to see how you were all doing?
Plus, I especially need a smile today and in lieu of a story nor a well thought-out social commentary, I share these simple images with you. Not spanking related per se, but since I was fortunate enough to see a costumed Wonder Woman in person this weekend, I thought this was appropriate. Well appropriate to me anyways as I was instantly infatuated (but honestly can you blame me? Who doesn’t love Wonder Woman?). The Wonder Woman I saw looked more like the traditional character, brunette, busty and of course bountiful for a good spanking, similar to the one pictured below. What this “hero” pictured here and the one I saw in real life have in common was that they both look(ed) like real women to me and dare I overuse the term like “girls next door” (a term I hate for its inaccuracy). Thers is no Photoshoping out of real skin or excesive retouching; just straight foward genuine and imperfect beauty.
Never-the-less, another key picture I wanted to share is below. Despite not being the typical Wonder Woman in many ways, this Wonder Girl has a few things going for her; primarily making me smile with her silly antics. Hope she does the same for you.
Enjoy the week.
Well, here we are at the start of another new year - a new beginning full of promise!
Once again I must repeat a common song around here: I have been away; again longer than I anticipated. As in the past “real life” has gotten in the way of the fun things (and this little blog being one of them) and thus the short answer for my absence.
I won’t go into details of my absence, but I will share that I have seen many of the devastated places in the West ravished by wildfires first hand. I offered up my help and was put to use where organizations thought my skill set was best suited for. (Not the front lines as I would have hoped, but there are men and women whose actual jobs that is and who have done it bravely.) In the midst of that, I had to head off to see my father who is not doing well; multiple trips back and forth since November. Unfortunately, I may be called away again at any moment.
Nevertheless, you don’t visit here to hear gloomy news. No, I have learned you visit here for a distraction from “it”. A distraction from trivial yet time-consuming problems and or a distraction from the larger more serious and often personal troubles, and or from all those all-encompassing issues on a national level that affect us all one way or another.
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How was your Christmas or other seasonal holiday? And what about your New Years; was it a spectacular celebration?
Both of mine (and Thanksgiving) were primarily un-event-like mostly due to the reasons stated above.
I did not receive what I wanted for Christmas. I was hoping for something like this:
This would have been near perfect.
If you are unfamiliar with Nik Zula you can check out his work here.
I am a fan of his work overall.
Although I did not receive what I wanted, I like to think this little scene was being repeated across the country.
Now that would put a smile on my face.
If you are unfamiliar with Kami Tora you can check out his work here.
Fair warning though his work is very graphic and this example is extremely mild and not his norm. Yet there is something still very appealing about his spanking specific illustrations.
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Cheers to a New Year!
May it be filled with brighter days, bright smiles and bright bottoms!
PS
I was working on a Holiday themed story during some downtime
but ended up holding back from publishing thinking the story
wasn’t quite fully thinned out.
