Rate my Blog

I found a link to a site that rates your blog according to the content. Thanks, Todd and Suzy, for posting about this.

My rating is R. Who knew this blog was so naughty? The words that made it so were "sex", "porn" and "hurt". So I guess Ron was right.

Try it here and see how your blog rates.

Malfoy's Revenge

Thank you, David, for sending me this great cartoon of my alter ego. Judging from the keyword searches that bring readers to my blog, many of you will be very pleased to see this.

Enjoy!

I wouldn't want to work...

... for the city of Bozeman, Montana. If you apply for a job with the city, you'll find this on the application:

"Please list any and all current personal or business websites, web pages or memberships on any Internet-based chat rooms, social clubs or forums, to include, but not limited to: Facebook, Google, Yahoo, YouTube.com, MySpace, etc."

That's not all. It also requires the applicant's user names and password information for all those sites.

Obviously that would also include members of Fetlife and Spankolife.

Would you out yourself for the sake of a job? How would you fill out that application? How much or how little information would you include?


Late-breaking news: After this story hit the blogopshere, the city had so many complaints that the requirement was removed from the application form.

Present Perfect

While writing my previous post about how it all began, I did a lot of thinking about my former life in a vanilla relationship. I don't know if Ron read that post, but one evening a week or so later, he started to talk about his previous life. I forget how the subject came up, but he began telling me about the intimate side of that unhappy relationship. He rarely opens up like that, but he obviously needed to share. I listened and sympathized. This was something that had happened over thirty years ago so I wasn't troubled by it, and had heard parts of the story before. I won't go into the details, except to say that he and his wife were not sexually compatible.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "So I've told you all about ____ and me. What about you and ____?" I hadn't expected this, and telling husband number two about sex with husband number one isn't always a great idea. But because I had recently recalled unhappy memories that had been buried for many years, the words came easily. And it was Ron's turn to listen sympathetically and shake his head in amazement from time to time.

When I was done, a kind of peace settled over us. I've always known that Ron is far happier with me than he had been with his ex, and now I truly believe that he realizes how contented I am with him, and how highly I value him. He has always been a bit insecure, but I think the penny finally dropped and he knows that he makes me very happy, both in the bedroom and out.

Our next encounter for cuddling and spanking was especially gratifying. I felt very loved and special. I believe he knew how much I treasured every kiss, every caress, every swat. We have reconnected in a deeper way, and long may it last!

How Many Bums?

How many bums can you spot in this picture?

(Thank you once again to Ron for finding another great graphic.)

Um, is it "Red"?

Or maybe it's "Cheezburger".

Have a safe, sane and happy Consensual Spanking Day!

Sold!

I recently read an item in a newspaper that began "Earlier this week, _________ raised his auction paddle and held his breath." Up until then I hadn't realized what a great spanko opportunity an auction was.



First, there's selecting the paddle from an assortment of them and trying not to blush.




Imagine sitting next to this person and imagining who will be going over his knee if he doesn't have the winning bid. I wonder where his companion went.




The numbers might refer to the number of whacks you're in for later on.




Maybe the rounded rectangle shape is more to your liking.




So many paddles; so little time!