A haiku is a non-rhymed verse, conveying an image or feeling in two parts spread over three lines. There are 5 syllables in the first sentence, 7 in the second and 5 again in the last sentence.
I composed a few for you.
Lovely roundedness
quivers with expectation
and glows in response
Polished wood approaches
swoops, lands fearlessly, ascends,
Leaving its signature
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and a spanking.
Guess which has occurred
Leather belt is used
to embrace the waist and then
to caress the bum
I like being spanked
o joy, o rapture, o bliss,
spank me, spank me now
Naughty one, you erred
punishment will swiftly come
and wipe your slate clean
Now it's your turn. Try one, either here or on your own blog.
Bonnie told us all about Randy's favourite implement here, and it seems that the shop it came from - Crabtree and Evelyn - no longer carries them. While wandering through a large downtown shopping mall last week, I passed a Crabtree and Evelyn, and on impulse I went in to check for wooden bath brushes.
I found a wooden bath brush. Not like the one in Bonnie's post; it was straight and the bristles were set into rubber. I had to reach around a customer to examine it and a couple of other wooden items. She and the sales assistant helping her must have wondered what the attraction was.
There was another interesting shop, filled with an eclectic assortment of gifts, clothing and toiletries. In a corner, beside the soaps and lotions, I saw a dark wood cabinet with several shelves and locked glass doors. Each shelf contained a variety of shaving brushes and stands. (Did you know a shaving brush lasts longer if you hang it from its own little stand?) The prices were pretty steep, but the brushes were lovely to look at.
Then on a lower shelf I saw two hairbrushes lying side by side. The long, narrow one was labelled as a man's brush, and the shorter, wider one was a woman's. The man's brush cost twice as much but I thought the ladies' model would do a much better job. And I don't mean brushing hair.
From the Associated Press via Yahoo News comes this item:
A 38-year-old former Miss Argentina has died from complications after undergoing cosmetic surgery on her buttocks.
Solange Magnano, a mother of twins who won the crown in 1994, died of a pulmonary embolism Sunday after three days in critical condition following a gluteoplasty in Buenos Aires.
Close friend Roberto Piazza said the procedure involved injections and the liquid "went to her lungs and brain."
"A woman who had everything lost her life to have a slightly firmer behind," he said.
I was very touched when I read all the good advice from my readers after my last post. I have been told before that I sometimes make things more complicated than they need to be, especially where men are concerned. Goodness knows I don't want to confuse my poor husband any more than necessary! And he was being a real gentleman about it. You all thought that I should have taken the spanking that was offered.
Here's a little more about what was going on that day. Besides decking the halls and so forth for the festive season, we were keeping an eye on things for various neighbours who had gone away for the long American Thanksgiving weekend. We would probably have been interrupted again by people coming to retrieve their keys.
Dinner was going to be much earlier than usual because I had an evening commitment, and I was a bit preoccupied with that. So any bedroom activities would have seemed rushed, and we'd be looking over our shoulders (figuratively) and checking our watches. Finally, dealing with a moderately grumpy man all day hadn't exactly put me in a romantic frame of mind. Maybe I wasn't all that desperate for a spanking.
So I declined the offer, with the proviso that I could ask for one during the coming week if I felt the need. Ron quickly agreed, and magically, we both started to feel better. We had one less activity to cram into a busy day.
The next day passed quickly; that evening we went out to dinner and enjoyed both the meal and each other's company. I decided that I might take Ron up on his offer soon and see what happened. The following morning, just before I left for work, I smiled sweetly and asked if there was any chance of getting a spanking that evening. Without pausing even for an instant, Ron said "Sure" and hugged me.
I thought about it on and off all day. Nothing was said when I got home, but I knew Ron would take care of me when he judged the time was right. So when he said, "Upstairs", my heart soared.
It was all about me, and I was glad. He started with the belt, lightly at first, for a long, long time, then harder and louder and faster. After a pause, Ron switched to the dogging bat because he said he "wasn't getting the right effect" with the belt. (!)
After the spanking was over, we both enjoyed the erotic benefits of it, and I was pleased about that.
What will I do next time? I'm not sure, but I'll be better prepared, thanks to my readers.
For us, sex and spanking go together like a horse and carriage. (For younger readers, that's a reference to an old song. You may remember it as the theme song for the TV show Married, with Children.) But what happens when one of those elements is missing?
If I'm stressed or have gone too long without some attention to my posterior, I want and need a good spanking to help me get my emotions back on track. Ron, on the other hand, feels that spanking is foreplay, not a standalone activity, and if I want to be paddled, I'll just have to wait for him to feel inclined to enjoy both activities. We have discussed this several times, and I think I have convinced him that, as nice as lovemaking is, if he isn't in the mood for it, I will be perfectly happy if he just spanks me and forgets about the rest. A good spanking invariably arouses me, but there are steps I can take alone later, if you know what I mean.
So we did have an understanding, but had never put it to the test. Until last weekend, that is. We were busy with chores around the house, and I noticed that Ron wasn't his usual cheerful self; in fact, he seemed a bit grumpy. He finally told me that he was postponing our spanking date for later that afternoon because he was feeling tired and out of sorts.
It was my turn to be grumpy, but before I could work up a good head of steam, Ron surprised me by saying, "We can do the spanking part. I just don't feel like doing anything else."
That stopped me in my tracks. I had been looking forward to a bottom-reddening. Would it be selfish of me to take him up on his offer? He wasn't well. Still, he had offered, and I had previously made it clear that sometimes a spanking was all that I needed or expected. This would be "all about me" and I was sure to get plenty of attention. But maybe I should be more considerate of him and wait until his energy level was higher.
What do you think I should have done?
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