About me

Tigger had a wonderful post the other day where she asked a bit about the friends she had met on line. I encourage everyone to read it on her site, A Spanking Good Time. Here are my answers to her questions. I especially want folks who stumble on this site to realize that spanko are really very normal people, not strange people who write "porn".

Personality:
-I'm mostly optimistic
-I'm happy and outgoing
-I can appear like the perfect southern lady

Sexual preference:
- I'm hetrosexual
- I did do a bit of experimenting with women in my mid-twentys, it was okay, but I don't miss it. Just a note, as a whole, I think that our gay friends are some of the nicest men I know.
- I love Tom to be behind me when we make love.
- I love to be tied up and blind folded

Fears and inhibitions:
-gambling
-Being outted as a spanko to people who would not understand
-Outliving Tom
-Anal sex. My first husband forced this on me and he was very brutal. It has taken years with someone I trust completely to finally be able to enjoy gentle play in this area.

Strengths:
-math, I tutor at our local school
-I can connect with other
-I can handle any situation in which I find myself
-I have a strong faith in God

Weaknesses:
-No one really knows, but sometimes I am very insecure. To this day I have no idea why Tom chose me. He could have had any women he wanted. I just thank God I got so lucky.
-Sometimes it still take a effort to always act like a lady.
-I'm not a great speller

What I like about my appearance:
- all the lines in my face are laugh lines
- I'm not very tall and I'm a bit plump. Okay, I don't really like this. I need to lose 20 pounds. But this is the way Tom likes me and he looks at my body more than I do so I don't worry about it.

Background:
-Parents abusive and neglectful, but I survived.
-I married an abusive man at twenty, no spanking, lots of fists, he was a horrible man. He had a heart attack and died.
-Wild, hazy time between 25 and 30. Too much drinking, too much sex, too much experimentation, awful time.
- Thirty, I met and married Tom. Enough said.

What I love:
-Traveling
-My friends
-The feeling of security I live in
-Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom...

What I loathe:
-That we are killing our children and other countries children in this war.
-Tom working out of town when I can't go.
-People who talk about things that they know nothing about.
-Punishment spankings, I'll take any other kind, thank-you.

What I could take or leave:
- cooking
-cleaning house
-Bible School (I got talked into helping again later this month!)
-Getting up early

Favorite food:
-fried chicken
-salad
-chocolate cake
-soft drinks

Tigger, thank-you for an opportunity to give this background. If anyone else gives their answers let me know where they are posted.

Cassie

Caught again

It happened again this morning! That thing Tom does that I hate! I hate it, yet it makes my toes cure and my breath come in gasps as I hide my face in the pillow. I can't even say why it brings such strong emotions. It must be a hang over from childhood somewhere.

Tom is an early bird. He's up between 5 and 6, usually goes for a run and is back and showered before I stir. I don't sleep the day away! I am almost always up by 8, but heaven help me if I'm still in bed at 8:30 or later. This morning about 8:35 I heard it Tom comes in and says "Cassie, are you feeling alright?" I immediately sat up to assure him I am fine. But I knew it was too late. He is standing by the bed holding a thermometer, "Lets take your temperature". Of course, my man does not believe in oral thermometers. Why is this the one thing I just can't seem to summitt to gracefully.

He pulled me across his lap and I just can't help struggling some. I got a short spanking to tell me to be still. I was wearing PJ and he pulled them down just far enough, somehow that worse than if he would take them on off. He gently smears on the lubricant while I bury my face deeper into the pillow. When he inserts the thermometer I could just die. I don't know why, its not painful, its just ...

He holds the thermometer between his fingers while he lays his hand on my bottom. Then he starts the lecture. You need to take of your health, we need to keep a close watch on your well being, surely you are not well if you are still in bed at this time, all this while just moving his hand enough where I can't forget what he is doing. This morning I could not make myself be still and he removed the thermometer, spanked me and then started again!!

Finally he checked and found out that my temp. was normal. Then come the scolding for wasting the morning by sleeping so late. This morning he used his slipper to drive the point home -- okay I get it! By the time he was finished I wanted him so bad I couldn't stand it. Sex is so good after a spanking. If the rest of the world only knew.

I hate this, I really do. But I wonder why I can't help but sleep late at least once or twice a month??

Cassie

Sneaking in time to write

To let my readers in on my big secret I have to tell you that Tom has no idea that I have a blog. Tom want me to always behave like a lady. I have no problem with that most of the time. But I have really lived my life as I wanted to. Does anyone remember Red Skelton? He had one skit where he was a little boy who would say "If I do it I get a whipping, I don't care I do it anyway" That's me. But that doesn't mean that I want to get caught.

When I first started looking at the Internet I did see some awful stuff. I think if Tom knew I had ever seen some of those pictures he would pitch a fit and it would land on me. During the first part of our marriage punishment spankings did seem to crop up fairly often. And while some are fond memories and can make good stories I'm not sure I want to upsit him that much right now.

I am very conflicted! I'm really proud of my stories. Some part of me wants Tom to read them, but if he knew I was reading stories about sex on the Internent much less writing stories about our love life, well.... I haven't had a spanking like I think this would bring on in a long time. Yet at the same time I am enjoying the fear of him finding out. The fear is fun, its exciting. So I am plowing ahead, writing when Tom is not home or is otherwise occupied. Wish me luck, I haven't had to use a pillow in years. I'll keep you posted.

I do have a questions. Do all of us have some of the same memories of old TV shows? How many can tell from the first scene of a Little Rascals esisode or an I Love Lucy show which ones contain spanking? And does everyone own a copy of McClintock?

I'll be back when I can!

Cassie

I can do it!

With much thanks to Tigger I think I can actually write now. I am a novice at the the computer. My neice taught me to email and I eventually began to try "search" for a varity of things. Finally one day, with the doors locked, blinds pulled, and lights off, I cautionly typed - spanking. I knew that spankings had been a fasination all my life but I had NO IDEA that anyone else felt this way! Okay, I've lead a sheltered life. I have to say that what I found at first was awful. Pictures of things I did not want to see and terrible torture. But thankfully I found Bonnie's sight bottomsmarts and I felt that I had found a home.

I realize that with so many good spanking blogs I will mostly be talking to myself when I write, but that's okay too. I really want a place to express some I what I think and talk a bit about spanking and sex. I have been married to the same wonderful man for 36 years. But none of my friends want to discuss sex any more. We have a fantistic sex life and I have NO ONE to tell. We may not be wild and crazy every day but I rarely go a week without a spanking. It's like being Clark Kent and not being able to tell anyone you are superman!

My first spanking in here as the first story I have ever written but I hope to write a few more. Some of my memories are quite story worthy. Please let me know what you think,

Cassie

My First Adult Spanking

This is the true story of how I learned about adult spanking. The best part is that Tom and Cassie are still together and still enjoy the occasional spanking.

My father was an abusive man. He rarely struck me, but was very harsh with my brother and mother. As is common in these situations, I married an abuser the first time. There was certainly no spanking there, but he used his fist quite often. I lived with this for five years when he died unexpectedly. I can’t say that I was sorry. Although I am sure he didn’t mean to, he left me well off financially and I decided to party and enjoy myself and never allow anyone to hit me again.

During the late 60’s, I fell in with a group of friends that traveled and partied. Although I was too old to be a hippie, we embraced the idea that if it feels good, do it. We loved to gamble, drink, and sleep around. It was a very unladylike period of my life. I developed a sleeping problem. I could only sleep if I was alone; it was like I was afraid to let my guard down around others.

In June of 1970, a man began showing up at many of our gatherings. I thought he was gorgeous. I saw him at different parties for several weeks, but I couldn’t get up enough nerve to speak to him because it seemed as if every time he actually looked at me, it was with a frown, like he was annoyed. We hadn’t even spoken! But finally in July, he asked me out.

Our date was lovely, perfect in fact. We talked and talked. I had never talked to anyone as much as I did with Tom that first night. I was completely willing to go to bed with him, but he took me home, kissed me good night and left. About a week later, we were dining when I said something like, “Where the hell is the damn waiter?” Suddenly I saw the “look” again, the annoyed one. He said, “You are the most beautiful, most refined lady I have ever known. How can you allow such vulgar language to come out of your mouth?” This was my first introduction to Tom’s ideas about the proper behavior of a lady.

I think that I muttered an apology while thinking to myself, “Who the hell do you think you are to tell me how to talk. I’m nearly 30 damn years old!” But other than that, he was wonderful. We danced and went to casinos, plays, and parties. He was the most interesting and attentive man I had ever known. But I couldn’t get him in bed!

After we had been going out for about a month, we drove way out in the country for a picnic. It was a beautiful secluded spot. We laid out the quilt and ate. After lunch, he slept and I just sat and watched him. When he woke, we took a short walk. I accidentally stepped into a muddy area and when I saw the mud all over my new shoes, I said “Oh, shit.” I suddenly felt Tom take my arm and he said “That’s IT!” Before I could get my bearings, Tom was seated on a log and I was over his knee. I never remembered being spanked before, but this, my first, I will remember the rest of my life. This hand that had so gently stroked my face was spanking my bottom for all he was worth. Each smack reverberated though the woods and created an area of fire on my seat that was unbelievable. I finally realized he was talking the whole time about my “inappropriate” behavior. “You are not going to use that language around me, or anyone else. You are a lady and you will not speak like a streetwalker”.

I was totally shocked and furious. I began fighting as hard as I could to get away with no luck. If he thought he had heard cussing before, it was nothing compared to what I was saying then. The more I cussed him, the harder he spanked. My bottom felt like it was in an oven. I finally just had to grit my teeth to keep from crying, and I was NOT going to cry. When he finally stopped, I was still shaking with rage and jerking to get away. He held me firmly over his knee and asked one question that changed my life, “Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?” As I write this, it seems like a simple question, but as I lay across his knee the answer came to me and it hurt deeper than the spanking. No, no one had ever cared that much. Then I started crying. I hadn’t cried since I was a child. My first husband had NEVER made me cry and here I was crying my eyes out.

Tom picked me up and carried me back to the quilt. I think I sobbed for nearly an hour and then I actually fell asleep, in front of another person! When I woke up he was still holding me and seemed content to do so for as long as I wanted. We made love for the first time then and I felt like a virgin. I truly feel that the spanking I received that afternoon and all the talking we did afterward saved me twenty years of therapy.

We were married three weeks later. I was thirty and I can’t believe with all the street smarts I possessed at the time that I was totally naive about the idea of a “spanking lifestyle.” I assumed that the spanking had been a once in a lifetime event. Just how naive was I? I never gave one thought to the wedding gift Tom gave me: a beautiful ivory hairbrush and comb set for my dresser. Now wasn’t that lovely a lovely gift?

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