My New Toy

Wednesday was also my birthday, and Ron gave me a very special present. No, I don't mean a spanking, although that was nice too.

Once upon a time I had a BlackBerry mobile device, and I loved it. It was the property of the company I worked for, and was supposed to be for official business only, but I also managed to enjoy the games on it. I used it for personal email, browsing blogs, phone calls, and all sorts of other non-work related activities. I always wore it in a holster clipped to my belt, and got used to the vibrations it made whenever a new email came in.

Then I left the company and had to turn in the BlackBerry. I was eager to have another, but Ron didn't think I needed one, and said it was an unnecessary expense. Sigh. I went through a period of withdrawal, constantly reaching for the non-existent device whenever I felt a phantom vibration at my waist. But I learned to cope without it, although I still gazed longingly at the mobile phone displays whenever I went to the mall.

Then last week, for no apparent reason, Ron told me that he thought we should have a mobile phone for emergencies. It would be good to know, he said, that I had a way of contacting him when I was out somewhere and needed help. What a surprise! I wasn't expecting that, but I told him it was the nicest birthday present I could have wished for. I was to choose exactly what I wanted, and could do whatever I wanted with it. The only stipulation was that I needed to show Ron how to use the phone feature so that he could carry it if he went out somewhere and I was at home.

So after doing some research on the Internet, I headed to the cell phone store and came home with this:

It's a BlackBerry, but not like the other one I had. This one combines the physical keypad (which I love and wouldn't be without) with the touch and swipe features that all the other cell phones have. I have the best of both worlds! Because it's mine and not owned by my employer, I can download games and other fun and useful apps. I have free unlimited texting too! Texting was forbidden on the company BlackBerry.

Now I can check my email any time, anywhere, and take pictures too. Once I figured out how to use the phone, I put our important numbers on speed dial and showed Ron how it worked.

I love my new toy! Isn't Ron the best? Better late than never, I always say.

Silly Spellchecker

I type many of my posts on my BlackBerry. It's a convenient way to capture an idea as it occurs,  or record a news item from the paper that has in some way inspired a spanking thought. But I never realized that the built-in spellchecker function doesn't seem to recognize the word "spankings". The singular form is fine. But put an "s" on the end (who has just one spanking?) and it underlines the word, flagging it as an error.

What are the suggested corrections? There are two: span king (the former nom de plume of a spanking blogger) and the singular form - spanking.

I did some research by typing other discipline-related words, and here's what my little gadget suggests as replacements:

Spanker  (spanner or spanked)

Spanko (spank or spanks)

Spankee (spanked)

Spankophile (spaniels, Spanish, spanning, spangled)

OTK (ok, irk,  oak,  OT, OTC)

TTWD (tied, tad, toad, Todd)


Silly spellchecker. I need to figure out how to make some additions to the custom dictionary.

The Phantom Menace

Those of us at the office who carry a BlackBerry in a holster hooked onto a waistband or belt can feel a vibration every time we get incoming messages. The interesting thing is, we also feel that vibration on our hips from time to time when we are not carrying a BlackBerry. This phantom vibration is something each of us thought was only our imagination, until we started discussing it among ourselves.






Sometimes I feel a similar sort of phantom feeling, a bit farther back and lower down. If I am anticipating a spanking, I can sometimes feel the sting and burn on my bottom, as if it has already happened. Of course, I know how it will feel, but I really believe I experience a bit of the sensation as a delicious, tantalizing glimpse into the near future.






Does anyone else seem to feel the burn before it becomes a
reality?