Nominated!

Young Lady kindly nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. It's good to know that in some small way my posts inspire my readers. Thank you, YL.

Now I have to tell you seven things about myself. I don't have many secrets left, but here are a few tidbits I haven't shared:

1. Ron and I attended the same university but at different times; we never met there.


2. I saw the Beatles in concert on their second North American tour. 


3. One summer I was a lifeguard and swimming instructor.


4. Ron hates bagpipes and I love them. I am fortunate to be able to listen to them being played several times a year. Ron stays home.


5. I have shaken hands with former Canadian Prime Minister Joe Clark.


6. I never believed in Santa Claus. In fact, I never even knew about him until I started school and heard the other kids talking about him.


7. I have seen several famous people in person: the Queen Mother, the Queen and Prince Philip, Prince Charles and Diana, Princess of Wales, and American President Dwight Eisenhower, on their various trips to Canada.

Wednesday WIN

Strategically placed barriers cause some winning misinterpretations.

And on a related theme:

Ass Tambourine

After reading my Music of the Spheres post (thank you, Chross) Pim, a regular visitor, sent me this video clip. He said my description of our percussive spanking reminded him of this "body concert". The title Bunda Pandeiro is a Brazilian slang term used to describe attractive buttocks by referring to them as an ass tambourine.

I hope you enjoy it as much has I did.


BUNDA PANDEIRO from carlo sampietro.

From the Top Shelf - The Wait

Our good friend Anon, 21st Century has sent me another of his poems to share with you, and this one is quite unique in its structure and rhyming technique. I hope you enjoy it.

The Wait

Rebecca sat nervously in the hall
Outside the Head’s office. A high-pitched squall
Of girlish distress reached her through the door
And she raised her teary gaze from the floor
For an instant. She knew too well the cause,
Which, after a tense, agonising pause,
Was repeated: the sudden whizz and whump
Of a long, springy cane against the plump
And delicate curves of Amanda’s rump.
Another yelp that tailed off in a sob…
Rebecca felt a sympathetic throb
In her tender flesh where it pressed the chair.
Had Higgins, she wondered, ordered a bare-
Cheeked target? Well, it didn’t make much odds:
Whichever he took of his wicked rods
(He’d quite an array), it would truly sear
His wrath across a wayward lass’s rear,
And knickers couldn’t dim those lines of flame
(Though they’d somewhat lessen the sense of shame).
Again the thin lawgiver clearly spoke –
That awful crack resounding through the oak –
And again the miscreant testified
How deeply sorry it made her backside.

But now that the sentence was halfway served,
Rebecca’s dreadful meditations swerved
Away from the pangs of her anguished friend
And were centred more on her own tail-end.
For once the last of the six was delivered,
It was her turn…  Yes, she palpably shivered.
It wouldn’t be long till her pal was sent
Off weeping, and she in her place was bent
Across the desk, while the Head raised her skirt
And explained how much her thrashing would hurt
And how he felt it was thoroughly earned.
So strokes four and five she scarcely discerned
(Unlike Amanda, who well knew she got ’em!)
As thrills of fear ran prickling through her bottom.

Too soon came the sixth, and the post-whack wail,
And after a minute, tearful and pale,
There stood Amanda, too shaken to speak,
A hand firmly clutched to each scorching cheek,
And there stood the Head, that horrid thing flexed
In his grasp, quietly commanding, “Next.”
Rebecca was moving as in a dream,
Limbs weak as jelly and chilled as ice-cream,
Following orders and playing her part
While the hot tears started to well and smart
As she laid her face on the polished wood
And promised herself she’d always be good
In future, and the cool air touched her bum
(The last of cool for a long time to come),
And a tap of the cane foretold the fate
That would end her endless and too-brief wait.

You Completed the Caption

A lady having trouble with her stockings always gets a man's attention. Here's what you wrote:


Joey: "Move smartly my dear. Unfix that garter belt and down with the panties. Do not keep me waiting much longer or you will not be sitting comfortably for a couple of days."

Gary Ntboy: 'I'm going to leave the curtains open so that the neighbours can see you getting this well deserved spanking my dear.'

Ronnie: Jim was wondering what he'd look like in stockings and suspenders.

Prefectdt: "I had better be careful not to ladder those stockings, when I am over her knee."

Six of the best: "Yes, first ungarter your stockings my dear. Then remove your dress and knickers. For I propose to give you 'six of the best' strokes of the cane, across your bare bottom, as a birthday present Hermione" said her ever loving husband, to his darling wife.

Sir Wendel Jones: No more back talk or I’ll spank you again.

Dr. Ken: "Well, what do you know? That spanking really DID 'knock her socks off'..."

Young Lady: "That's not a bruise, that's a birthmark you've had our whole marriage, stop whining or I really WILL give you something to cry about"

Girl: And you're REALLY certain the invite said no underclothes? I want your mother's garden club to accept me, but I feel so naked.
Guy: MmmHHMmmm.

Ana: Him, thinking to himself: I did good.

Fanz123: Daughter, how many times must I tell you! Use the bedroom not the lounge to adjust your clothes. NOW! go get your hairbrush.

Hermione: I can't fasten my stocking, there's something in the way. I think you left your hairbrush under my skirt.


Thanks to all who contributed this week. Now go enjoy the Superbowl!

Complete the Caption

Dressing or undressing? Either way, he seems to be watching closely. What has just happened? What will happen next?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your suspicions in the next post.

Friday FAIL

Breaking news from the fashion industry: this season it's all about showing what's on the inside.

 Anatomy 101 required reading.

 What you look like at airport security.

 Did you lose something?

 The x-ray proved inconclusive.

 I can see you! (Remember the Dick van Dyke Show episode where Laura turned into an alien with eyes in the back of her head?)

Those hamstrings are pretty amazing but the glutes could use some definition.