Unicorns Are Really Reeeeeal !!!

10 points if you know where that came from. 

20 points if you've watched or are intending to watch the show. 

Minus 5 if it's only because someone ELSE wants to watch it. 

7 points if you intend to have (or had) popcorn while watching it. 

15 points if it is/was MIXED popcorn!!

Weeeee! 

OK, the points don't matter. What matters is that Daddy took half a day off yesterday to spend the afternoon with me. So after I finished work he took me to see Despicable Me 3!

The original plan, I think, was for us to cuddle up in a nice hotel room and have some playtime! Unfortunately when we planned this I had forgotten that I was going to have my skin tags lasered off the Tuesday before, essentially making any sex nigh impossible. 

First of all, they look rather like the pox - not appealing in the least. But I'm sure BIKSS wouldn't be put off by that. Secondly, I've been told to keep the spots out of water. This isn't entirely possible, because I have a love affair with my shower. So I figure the less active I am and the less I sweat, the fewer showers I'll have to take. Third, friction. Against him, against sheets, against everywhere. Not a good thing. Fourth, pain. Yes, it hurts when touched. So, again, not going to chance accidentally bumping up against anything while having sex. 

The end result was that we had to find something to do that wouldn't mess up the spots (which are now very gross and a little scary looking). 

The night before we'd already planned to watch a movie. This movie. Because, you know, I LOVE UNICORNS and UNICORNS ARE REALLY REEEEAAAL! (Gotta love Agnes!) (But only because she loves unicorns too!)

Usually we look for where to go together and I read off the timings and locations from my fone while he's driving. But when he came to pick me up yesterday, he had already done the scouting and found a cinema with a suitable screening time, in a not-too-far location from where I work, so that we could get tickets, get lunch, and get to the movie without having to rush. 

I was totally impressed. And excited that I was gonna get to watch this movie with Daddy. He can attest to that too. I'd been screaming that UNICORNS ARE REALLY REAL to him for over 2 weeks now. I don't know how he puts up with me sometimes. (AND I made him watch the video clip of that scene while he was in the car, and we were parked and supposed to go walking, I think it was - but I wouldn't let him leave till he watched the whole clip! And THEN I kept screaming that UNICORNS ARE REALLY REEEEAL!!)

OK, I'm going to post the clip so you can watch it too!

Um, I believe I may have gotten sidetracked a little. Now, what was I saying? 

Oh that's right. We bought tickets, then went for lunch at a sushi place (AGAIN! COS WE LOVE sushi!) then headed back to the cinema just in time for our show. We got popcorn and drinks, and headed in.

And I think he enjoyed it probably as much as I did! I hope so anyway. I know I had a ton of fun! 

After that we had time to go walking about so we shopped for snacks (thank you DaddyBikss), and I bought a tee for a friend (who's been feeling really down), and Daddy bought new sunnies for himself - they're really cool!! 

And then he dropped me off at home, a very satisfied, but very tired lidl girl, who had a near perfect lidl girl + daddy date!

(It wasn't TOTALLY perfect only because I couldn't cuddle up to him in the cinema for fear of rubbing my spots!)

Wednesday Wisdom - Reminders for Doms

No matter what your girl says, remember...



BUT please don't forget - that usually makes our lady bits tingle, so you should help a girl out!




AND just in case she thinks she did something wrong, a little reassurance goes a long way!




HAPPY WEDNESDAY EVERYONE!

Skin Tags Be Gone

Today I went back to the clinic - not for any medical reason, but for an aesthetic one this time. After the last of my tests came back normal (the echocardiogram aka 2D heart echo) I decided, "Enough of the health stuff, time for the pretty stuff!"

I've had some skin tags around my neck for the longest time. It's also the reason I haven't worn a necklace in forever, and lanyards fill me with dread. 

At my previous job the lanyard we were given was stiff and coarse and made of terrible stuff. I couldn't swap it out for something softer because it bore the company's name and was mandatory attire. So it kept making micro tears in my neck and the skin tags sprouted. Towards the halfway mark of my time there I actually got my doctor to write me a note recommending that I be excused from wearing it indefinitely and to be allowed to clip the i/d tag onto my clothing instead. 

Unfortunately the damage had already been done. I ignored it for many years but it had always been at the back of my mind. Still, let's not waste money on cosmetic things, I told myself. That is, until a girlfriend mentioned it a few weeks ago. 

That was my cue to get it looked at and sorted out. The place where I work has an aesthetic arm so I approached the doctor in charge and he said he was happy to do it for me, and it worked out to about 1/5 the standard price. 

So that's what I did today. 

First they 'lined' the area with towels.

Then the assistant smeared the affected parts with numbing cream.

 

Next she stuck something that looked like saran wrap on the areas where she'd applied the cream. Then I took a 20 minute nap while waiting for the numbing cream to take effect.

During the procedure my eyes were covered and I couldn't take any pics but suffice it to say it sure smelled awful! It didn't hurt too much tho'. About 3 of the tags gave me some pain, but the rest were relatively painless. Immediately after, the area was reddish and I could see some spots where holes were made. Not too bad, I thought.

But after an hour or so it began to look like a bad rash. Yuck right? The price of vanity.

In a day or two the scabs will form. And for the next week or so I will need to apply some oil and cream that were given to me, to keep the scabs moist so as to minimise scarring. And refrain from letting the shower jets hit the scabs and pushing them off before they're "ripe". The doctor's advice was to dab the area gently with a damp towel, and just shower from below the bottom-most dot. 

I also have 3 spots on my face - oil seeds or milia, not tags, that were lasered off at the same time. So I shall be walking around sans makeup for a while, and wiping my face with facial cleanser wipes while they heal. 

All in all it's going to be rather tedious as I'm a 3-showers-a-day-wash-my-hair-at-every-shower-scrub-my-face-in-the-shower kinda gal. I'll have to be patient (while waiting for the scabs to heal and drop off on their own), tolerant (they're gonna start to itch and I should try not to scratch if I don't want scars), and meticulous (about my cleansing routines and application of oil and cream). 

So it's a good thing I've had sub training. It'll come in handy I bet. For now, the spots are my Master.

Infographics That Make Total Sense

BIKSS sent me a link some time ago and I thought I'd share it with you. If nothing else, this one particular graphic, I thought, was worth a look. 

It's accurate, and pun-ny in a visual rather than semantic sense.



CLICK HERE to see more and have a great weekend!

Fantasy Spanking

BIKSS asked me to describe a fantasy spanking... I told him I've always thought it would be exciting to receive a punishment spanking - just not a real one (cos we don't do that) with all the bad and nasty guilty feelings that come with having done something bad and deserving of one. 

Now that I think about it, it isn't really that I want a punishment spanking. It's more that I crave the "talking to" - either because I've done something wrong and deserve a spanking, or it could simply be that I'm in need of one and don't know it. (Which is often the case, by the way.)

Don't get me wrong, BIKSS does an awesome job of talking through a spanking when the occasion calls for it. But sometimes he's quiet and I'm quiet and we're just listening to our respective sounds... the breathing, the tinkle of his belt buckle, the creak of the bed boards as he moves about around me. Sometimes I'm playful and he's teasing, and we laugh and make a whole lot of happy sounds, sometimes it's serious and he reassures me while I hiss and whine, not too loudly of course because I'm a good girl that way. (Nods, uh huh, that I am!)

So perhaps fantasy spanking isn't the right term. Maybe we should have menus and order chits. That way I can tell Daddy just what kind of spanking I'm in the mood for / need / want. 

For example, for our next session I might say :

I would like to order 3 positions please. First, I'll start with OTK, then I'll have some of that flat on the bed (lying on my front beside Daddy) and let's add an order of presenting before I finish off kneeling between his legs. 

For my appetizer, a hand warm-up which slowly increases in speed and intensity till I'm almost panting, then a rhythmic but less intense session of alternating slaps and rubs. 

Next, for the salad, we'll be lying side by side in bed while he uses the rubber spanker on my tush, sometimes smacking one cheek at a time, sometimes landing that awful thing on both. This salad need not be tossed as I will likely be doing the tossing. 

Of course I'm a greedy lidl girl so after this I should like to have more hand spanks, and lots of rubbing, before he tells me to present for the main course.  He will have me wait patiently so as to calm my mind while he removes the belt from his pants and gets ready to use it on my bottom. It will be a meaty course, with simple but tasty ingredients. Not too cluttered, a light marinade, but full of oomph (and ouches) and vigour. 

When the main dish is done, we will have dessert. This will be some kneeling time, and some cock-worshipping on my part. He will be relaxed and enjoy the view while I thank him for my wonderful spanking meal. 

Now we all know that ambience is important to any dining experience is it not? The atmosphere will have to be one of care and concern, of confidence and reassurance. 

"You need this, little girl. Daddy knows."

"Just breathe it all out. Let me spank all the tension away."

"You've been holding it in far too long, you don't have to. I'm here to help you let it  go."

"This is what you need. This is what you want. This is what Daddy's here to give you."

Ah... the perfect music to accompany a fabulous meal. 

Perhaps it IS a fantasy spanking after all...

Always Daddy

Sometimes when too much life happens, I'm just me - the adult me, and not the lidl girl me. 

And sometimes when that happens BIKSS is just a regular person. Not Daddy BIKSS. He knows (as I do) that when I'm not in the right frame of mind, pushing the dynamic would only hurt us even more. 

Recently we've gotten back a little more of our groove. In part because we've managed to find a space where we can have (kinky) sex and (kinky) playtime, but also because I think I've gotten a little more used to this new phase of my life. (If you haven't been following my story - I used to live alone. Then the parents moved in. Then we got a live-in helper. And everyone's stressed out. )

It's a circle tho isn't it, the more we get to play, the easier it is to slip into the DD/lg zone; and the more we're in that zone the more D/s seeps into our everyday life. 

I asked BIKSS recently if he was ever NOT in the mood to be Daddy... sometimes I address him as Hun, and sometimes as Daddy. And I want to call him Daddy MORE of the time, but sometimes I worry that he's not in the mood. Yeah yeah... silly me. 

His answer was that he's *ALWAYS* Daddy, just that it doesn't always come to the forefront of our regular interactions. But the moment I call him Daddy I'm instantly his lidl girl again. And he takes it as a sign that I want / need / crave something. Well, it could be someTHING as in a physical thing, or just for him to be Daddy at that moment. 

It's reassuring to know that he's still Daddy whether or not I call him by it.

(Here's some of that conversation:)

And yes, he sends me Snoopy kisses too!

Tuesday Play Date

Remember the dark bits on my bum ? So after much research on the web I decided to try lemon juice. The problem - what would I do lying on my front for 15 minutes while waiting for the time to pass before I wash it off?

The answer - give BIKSS a blowjob. And thus a plan was hatched for our next play-date. I enlisted his help in putting some juice on my behind, then nestled between his legs to pay some attention to Roger. 

I brought lube. And used it on him. The man likes having a finger up his behind! So much in fact, that the last 15 seconds before his orgasm I wasn't even moving my tongue or mouth. I was just holding him in my mouth, really, while my finger made wriggling motions inside him. AND before you say prostate gland, I'm going to state for the record that I hadn't even had time to push my finger deep enough inside! I managed only an inch - max! 

After that it was my turn. He got a gleam in his eye and decided that he would play with both my holes, given that the lube was close at hand. I lifted up my legs and made to remove my panty but he stopped me when my feet were above his head and left me in diaper position, while he continued to play between my legs. 

Like this picture, only he wasn't sitting up, and I wasn't getting a spanking. I was getting probed!

I grabbed Wanda and had my a cum, after much readjusting of position because I just couldn't get one out with my legs up in the air!

Then when I was spent I announced "I'm not good for much of anything right now." He proved me wrong. I was good to be fucked. And fuck me he did. 

After we cuddled for 10 mins he told me to flip on to my stomach and proceeded to administer a proper spanking to my very deprived bottom.

First he trailed Conina's flogger over my back and bum, and then swished it back and forth increasing in intensity and speed. After a time he placed it on the bed and used his hand - this went on for a long time. He told me all about the rhythm too. Some incremental counting was involved - I only know the smacks on each side increased in number as he kept going. 

It went something like 1, switch, 1 / 1,2, switch, 1,2 / 1,2,3, switch, 1,2,3 / 1,2,3,4, switch and so on and so forth. Then we debated if any one side would get more than the other, and the answer was a satisfactory No. So that put my OCD brain at ease. 

Then he used the rubber spanker - both the smacker side AND the handle. The smacking side hurt like a bitch but didn't seem like it would do much permanent damage. The handle tho', was extremely thuddy and felt like it might leave a hearty bruise. And I'm not sure I want to sport any markings in case I need to do more medical things and someone saw them. Remember - my doctor is also my boss. No thanks. 

Then there was the cane. Canes. I realise I have the order all wrong now. Because I'm sure there were 2 hand sessions, and 2 cane sessions with the different canes. But whatever right? This girl got hand-spanked, purple paddled, caned, caned again, and flogged. 

All is well again around bum-town. 

Pity we didn't get nearly enough cuddle time. Maybe next week... Daddy might be able to get a half day off. *Fingers crossed*.

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By the way, I know it's not Friday but anyday could be a Follow Friday right? I recently found a new spanking-art blog over at Kalidwen's Little Spankings so if you haven't already, go over and have a look at some of the gorgeous drawings! And many thanks to Lurv Spanking for posting the shoutout (which is how I came to know about it)!

Got Gifts? & Wednesday Wisdom

I HAVE ME A NEW TUB OF SHORTBREAD! We went to the supermarket after our playtime on Tuesday and BIKSS bought me another tin! 

I stuffed them in a tub for easy access

AND today he dropped by in the evening after work to deliver more stuff! He texted me earlier to ask if I like cheese curls and I said yes - in fact, the saltier the better. I like that I can use salt as an excuse for having to eat junk food. It's a medical requirement for my low blood pressure. :)

When he pulled one out of the bag to show me the flavour
I shoved it back in and said I'm taking them both!
But then, I already knew they were both for me!

I get it now. He knows I like blue cheese dressing and blue cheese-other-things. So he must have thought of me when he saw these - only he wasn't sure about the cheese curls part cos my snacks of choice are usually either potato chips or nuts. Nachos once in a while, but not my standard go-to. 

So Hurray for presents! I now have loads of snacks! Which means I'm going to be too busy eating them to tell you about our play date yesterday... so I'll write about that tomorrow! Meanwhile I shall leave you with these: 

I am not responsible for these - BIKSS sends me stuff when he comes across something he thinks
-I might find amusing / interesting,
-is relevant to me / us,
-is bluddy hilarious.

Here are the posters from last week.

It took a bit of thinking, this one. For me anyway. I think the definition of beard has to involve Hair and Lips. And then it makes a little more sense.

Because we were talking about double dipping when we had mozzarella sticks during dinner.

This one I totally agree with!

And last but not least, you really don't need a reason -

I COULDN'T AGREE MORE!!!

My Boss Looked at my Ass

Not like that, you dirty-minded, kinky people! But that got your attention didn't it??

I like sending BIKSS pictures of my butt. And why not? He likes spanking it, I like having it spanked. And I've found that a pictorial reminder of its existence helps the day move at an ass-elerated rate. We chat about kinky things more, we sex each other up more, and when the time comes for our date we're usually both in a cheeky, playful mood. 

BIKSS says I've lost my butt and I'm all skinny ,
but that doesn't look too bad now does it?

So last Friday I sent him this pic. This was the same night we had that spanking-in-the-car event. (What did I tell you??)

Now you can't really see it in this picture (maybe just a little bit) but there is some discoloration on the seat of my butt where the panty line cuts the flesh. 

I noticed it about 3-4 months ago and it freaked me out. At first I thought it was a spanking session that went on too enthusiastically that did it. But it turns out it is more likely the result of wearing fitting pants / jeans more often than I did before and also sitting on a hard seat for 4 hours a day -that's 4 hours more than I did before. 

The new job. That's what caused it. 

The good thing is that said new job also comes with free medical advice. My boss is a doctor. So I mentioned to him that I had been researching cocoa butter and shea butter for hyper pigmentation, and asked him what he thought. He said he wasn't sure how effective they'd be but also, one should be certain it wasn't fungal or anything else "medical". 

Doc : "What is this pigmentation you're worried about?" 

Me   : "Heh, well now, this might be a little embarrassing. It's on my bum."

---pause---

Doc : "Oh, maybe you want to have it looked at by one of the lady doctors at the main clinic?"

Me   : "I don't mind if you don't mind. It would save me the hassle of having to make a trip there."

Doc : "Well, I don't mind, if you're ok with it."

So I flipped up my skirt while he was in the process of getting my co-worker in to function as a chaperone, at which point (skirt already up) I said there was no need to bother her. 

She, however, thought it was interesting to see what had gotten me researching whitening agents so she popped her head in anyway. I didn't mind either way. As BIKSS tells me often, I'm missing the embarrassment gene right?

Only after everything was done and over with did it occur to me that she might have enjoyed it a little more than my doctor cos she's currently exploring her sexuality and thinks she might be gay. I'm not sure if showing her my ass helped or hindered LOL.

Anyway, the verdict is that it's a simple case of rough, dry skin, likely caused by impact, ie. sitting on a hard stool and/or friction from tight pants.  

His advice - Vaseline petroleum jelly. He recommended it once before for my father's skin condition, and it worked wonders! So after work I headed out to get a mild body scrub for sloughing off the dry, rough bits, and then when I got home I started on my quest to regain my spanking butt! I'm gonna exfoliate and Vaselinate my butt on a daily basis- hopefully I don't lose steam and decide to give up (or FORGET!) Wish me luck!

(P.S. If anyone here has had the same problem and managed to solve it, I'd really appreciate some tips! Thanks!)

Friday Night And The Back Seat

Last Friday BIKSS came to get me for dinner - I decided to wear a short gold and black shift dress with super thin, sexy, cut-in straps. He decided I looked too good to go where he originally thought to take me, so we went to another place, for Mexican food! We had mozzarella sticks and steak and BIKSS had a beer. I had warm water with lemon slices because I was still nursing the tail end of an upper respiratory tract infection. 

Grilled Beef with Pesto, on a bed of
green apple, onion, cucumber, capsicum and grapes
in a tangy dressing - and Daddy patiently
waiting for me to finish taking the photo.

After dinner he'd planned for us to walk a couple doors down to get dessert at another cafe but I didn't want to. 

We had been talking about Ronnie's most recent post over dinner and I had been dying for a spanking recently.  BIKSS had mentioned driving somewhere so he can spank me in the car, since I was wearing a short dress and a thong under that - he said I was dressed for a spanking anyway. So I suggested we get back to the car, drive to a gas station to pick up some sweet chocolate things and water, and then we could get to our after-dinner-activities!

He was happy to oblige. On the way to the gas station I asked him if I could give him a blowjob. No prizes for guessing his answer.

Armed with our respective Chunky Kit Kats and water we headed off. Along the way BIKSS fiddled under my skirt and found my girly parts already wet and needy. He didn't need an invitation to explore. A few wrong turns later we were finally headed in the right direction. He found a nice spot to park the car and I climbed to the back seat. He followed (via the doors) and settled himself on the left side of the seat. I lay across his lap so he could spank with his right hand. And he did. 

Slowly at first, with a lot of rubbing and stroking, and as we got further along he began to go in time with the music. It was fast. Fast music. Fast spanking. I gasped and made yummy ouch-y sounds. 

And when he slowed down again to deliver hard single smacks I began to flinch. He decided he would help me to control all that unnecessary expending of energy and held my head gently in place with his left hand. That little gesture made all the difference. I was secure; I was safe; I was his.  And at that very moment he was in charge, and he would be responsible for me - for BOTH my physical and emotional well-being. 

He went on to play with my pussy after he was done spanking me. He told me we'd spend some time together in a hotel next week after I've recovered a little more and feel up to a longer (proper) session, when he said he would own me again and again. We bantered a little about how he can't own me over and over again because something can only be owned once then it's already yours right? He thought differently. And my pussy got pounded with every word he uttered. I wasn't complaining. In fact, I thought continuing to argue would be in my favour :)

Still, all good things eh? After that I got to work on Roger. Only I didn't like the position I was in so I squeezed between the front and back seats, kneeling on the floor of the car. Ah much better!

Roger was eager to get some action. I was only too happy to oblige. And yes, I did so in time to the music too. Fast country music. And Daddy added his own percussive grunts to the song as he came. 

A While Since He Asked

... for a cum.

Remember that dinner date when I wore my blue velvet dress?

After I got home I went straight to my computer to sort out some banking, but while I was there, what harm could a little surfing do right? I sat in my towel, reading all my favourite blogs, commenting, clicking on links... and the time flew. Somewhere in there I got a message from BIKSS telling me he'd gotten home. I replied that I was still in my towel and had gotten stuck staring at my computer.

Which is when he just put it out there.

"Have a cum for me when you have the time."

I told him I was in the middle of writing a post so could I do it I was done and showered?

He said yes. Anytime before bed.

=============== ONE HOUR LATER ===============

I like that we're slowly getting back into more of our groove. I think I may just be able to find a new equilibrium that works for me.

Have a good week ahead!

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*And a shout out to all fathers...  

...and Daddies on your special day!

Hilda the Pin-Up Girl

Following my post on jiggly backsides and ladies being conditioned to think women's bodies should be lean and taut and toned, I thought I would celebrate the round bottomed pin-up girl, Hilda, created by the long-lived Duane Bryers (1911-2012). I particularly enjoy the ones where her bum gets the attention - such as this one : -

Duane Bryers

For more pictures, go to THIS SITE.

Have a good weekend everyone!

Dinner and the Blue Velvet Dress

I had dinner with BIKSS on Wednesday night, at a little restaurant tucked away somewhere where no one really goes to unless they're travelling on a bus up north. There's virtually NOTHING there except a couple of buildings that house bus companies and a few shady pubs - the kind with the glass fronts all blacked out!

It was an experience for me. We walked around inside cos the restaurant wasn't open for their dinner service yet. BIKSS suggested we wander a bit cos neither of us has ever been inside this 'mall' (I don't know what else to call it!) and happened past a hair salon where a few girls were sitting outside who looked like they might have been offering a little more than just a haircut. 

"Do you think those girls are offering their services?" BIKSS asked me... and then he made a sound that implied he didn't want to consider being "serviced" in any way by them. 

"What's that sound? Services? What kind of services?" I asked.

"Any kind. And yes, that 'NOH' was NOHHH as in NNNOOOOHHHH I wouldn't want them servicing me! Did you see those girls?"

"Actually, no, I was trying not to make eye contact at all." 

We got to the restaurant which, thankfully, faced the outside of the building and were seated at a cosy table for two. 

It was on a list that BIKSS found of "hidden" restaurants tucked away in not-so-popular areas. This one was a Japanese yakitori joint which turned out to be pretty good and not too expensive. Yakitori is notorious for being costly in where-I-live, with good restaurants costing a little more than double what our dinner cost tonight! This place is a keeper. I wouldn't mind coming back here again. Here's a salmon sashimi cocktail thing (Sakana Yukefu) which wasn't on the menu but one of the specials of the day - written on a little chalkboard!

 

It's raw salmon sitting in a concoction of raw egg and shoyu, garnished with a generous heap of flying fish roe and seaweed strips. 

I know it SOUNDS icky, but it wasn't. BIKSS was pleasantly surprised. He's not a fan of raw egg OR seaweed. But he enjoyed it as much as I did. 

The meat skewers came and went too quickly for me to take any pictures. I was hungry. *oops*

After that we sat for a bit longer and talked like a couple on a first date. I was wearing a new dress (which I got at a steal!) and proper ballet flats, instead of my usual shorts and tee and flip flops. So that helped to make it feel like a proper date! And I really enjoy our chats. About things from our past, about what's going on in the world around us, what happened today and what's happening right NOW - if you were a fly on the wall, what story would you tell about the family over there, and what about these two couples beside us? We made up stuff... posited some scenarios... laughed and teased each other. 

Then I needed to pee and we left the restaurant. But could we go somewhere else please? I didn't particularly fancy going to the loo in this building. It gave me the creeps thinking about it. So we went off to another mall that was on our route home. And there was a supermarket. And you know how I love supermarkets. So after a pee - we went to buy stuff! 

As usual BIKSS was in charge of the basket. And I was in charge of putting things into it. 

Then he saw a cute tin  ...

...that contained shortbread. And I LOVE SHORTBREAD. 

"Want some shortbread?"

"YES! You can't ask me that cos the answer will be yes every time!" 

"Then you shall have shortbread! 

And he chucked it into the basket. 

So we carried on around the supermarket and he ran his hand down my hip / back / butt every oh, 3 minutes or so. 

"I should stop doing that!"

"Why? I don't mind... it's nice!"

"Cos it keeps reminding me how much I want to flip that skirt up and fuck you from behind." 

*Giggle*

It's nice to feel desired. It really is. 

So I asked him, "Does it make a difference WHAT I'm wearing?"

The answer was YES. 

It seems skirts trumps pants. Thinner fabrics trump thicker ones. And the sensation in his hand is important. So silk, velvet, and other easy-to-slide-over fabrics would probably get me molested more than denim, corduroy, linen or cotton, I'm assuming . 

Also, he likes pieces that allow for my body to be felt under it. So body skimming cuts in more delicate fabrics trump heavy padded coats. I'm thinking the blue velvet dress I wore tonight was a good call. :)

And as tho' the universe was speaking directly to us, I came home and chanced upon this post over at Our Bottoms Burn. The sub-heading reads "What would life be like without these women?" 

BIKSS would agree with that sentiment. 

(Also, he later realised that I ended up paying for the shortbread that he had intended to get for me. Paying me back for it would have been totally unromantic altho' he did offer. So I said he could buy me a gift when he buys me a gift. And this was going on the blog!)

Missing Me

I did a one word meme where the last question was "Missing someone?" and I answered ME.

Here's the explanation. 

I feel like since the parents have come to live with me I've become a totally different person. 

1 - I used to be on top of things. I'm not anymore. It's a constant struggle to keep my head above water and keep ahead of everything. Even little things like getting groceries, packing up stray shopping bags, and putting away the pots and pans seem like a battle against time now.

2 - I used to host dinners and entertain at home. That's not happening anymore. The mother and live-in helper camp out in the living room for various reasons. They go to bed at 830pm. Meaning dinners at home are out of the question since the drinking and chatting usually go on till midnight. 

3 - I used to be free to come and go as I please. Now I'm bombarded with all sorts of questions, and it's trying because the mother seems to think she still has a right to tell me what I should or should not do. "Why are you going out at this time of the night?" "You wake up early for work - you shouldn't tire yourself out." "You need to wake up earlier so you don't have to rush through your mornings to leave on time." "You went walking yesterday why do you have to go walking again today?" It's irritating. Also, everything I do is subject to comment. "Is that what you're having for dinner?" "You shouldn't drink so much coffee." "Why do you need to do laundry so often?" "You're washing the sheets again?" 

Honestly, none of those remarks are necessary, nor have anything to do with anyone but ME. SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE - is something I think to myself way too often. 

The consequence of all this is that 

1 - I am a grouchier person; I'm stressed out more cos I'm trying to make sure that I don't drop the ball; 

2 - I don't get to spend as much time being social AT HOME as I have to be social OUTSIDE of the house, or else I'd never see my friends, which isn't something I particularly love doing because I used to enjoy being in my home and HOSTING IN MY HOME; 

3 - I have become moody and withdrawn and try not to interact with the mother unless necessary because every random conversation eventually turns into an attack on what I do / eat / think and how I live my life. 

And when I take a look at who I've become and what my life looks like now, it's not a view I can say I'm satisfied with. In fact whenever I "see" a part of me that doesn't look like the me I know, I tend to think "Wow, really? Is this who I am now? Wow." And not in a good way. 

I hold on for dear life to the few things that still remain which make me, ME - I'm all about determination and tenacity so right now I cling to the weight-loss success, the living of the healthy lifestyle, the not buying smokes cos I can NOT smoke if I say I'll not smoke except when I've said I will (ie with a few select friends), the being a model employee because I take pride in my work and I'm not a slacker who'll jump at the chance to call in sick. And yes. I hold on to the relationship I have with BIKSS. It's one of the things that HASN'T changed in the last year. 

But mostly I feel like I'm living a life that is not authentic. It is a life that has been put upon me. The changes I've made to my lifestyle are mostly in form, just different routines. It is somewhat true and one might argue that my core person is still the same. But somehow it feels like the result of those changes is that the shape of my inner self has been altered. I feel eroded in some areas, and artificially padded in others; more fragile here, more calloused there. 

I tell myself this will pass. That one day I'll reclaim my life. I'll be the person I wanted me to be again. The person I was before all this happened. But I know by the time that happens so many things would have happened, so many more events transpired, so much time passed, that the ME who emerges will never be the same as the ME I was when I entered this phase of life. 

And that makes me a little sad. Because I enjoyed THAT me. I don't like THIS one. Not much, anyway.

Spanking and Jiggling

I recently came across a great blog called All Things Spanking. The post I landed on was a link to an article called Zen and the art of getting your ass spanked .

I copied that link and sent it off to a friend who has a bit of a kinky brain but, unfortunately, not the least bit kinky wife. 

This was his reply: "It's an interesting read. But I can't say I understand the appeal."

WHAT???

Breathe. Breathe. Not everyone is a spanko, I reminded myself. 

Wait. There's more. He's typing another message. 

"I mean, I enjoy smacking Rita's ass sometimes. But not during sex. Or even as foreplay. It's.... Foreign to me."

I went on to suggest that maybe if it was as a prelude to sex, her lady bits would tingle (because vibrations right?) and she might like it. Has he asked? 

"She doesn't even like it when I just smack her butt. So I doubt it."

I asked for clarification cos he mentioned he DOES smack her butt. Apparently he swats her across the butt cheek in passing, mostly to see and appreciate the jiggle, but he can't fathom how it could be part of their sexlife and/or foreplay cos he doesn't think his wife would enjoy it since she doesn't even like the passing smack.  

I then suggested that maybe she didn't like the walk-by-smack cos it feels like a comment on how large or plump her bottom is. I know that's not why our guys smack our butts, but we're women, and most women are insecure about the size of their rumps. We have, after all, been conditioned to think that if you're not built like Barbie then you're chubby / plump / big / fat / large / huge / ginormous... need I go on? 

He replied, "It's a comment on how nice it jiggles."

Alarm bells went off in my head. 

So this is where the thoughts branched off. First, the alarm bells. Well, no woman ever thinks jiggling is a good thing. Not a one. Nada. Never. Not happening. I don't know what you guys think, but say "jiggle" in the same sentence as "butt" and it becomes a negative remark. We've been taught to appreciate (and idolise) the tight / lean / muscular butt. And I say 'butt' because bottom is too round. And yes, I DO mean the word itself. Bum. Bottom. Buttocks. Those words aren't lean enough. BUTT, tho, sounds taut and to the point. Neat. Concise. The way a woman's behind should be - or so we're told. 

And I told him so. I KNOW he means it to be a good thing. But maybe this is why his wife doesn't appreciate the smack. If she associates it with "wobbly" and wobbly means fat, then of course every time he smacks her she's going to feel worse and worse about her arse. Right? 

"Tight and lean is great to look at. Not great to feel. Soft and bouncy is where it's at." He's right. But I can't help that our brains (most of us anyway) aren't ready to accept this. Perhaps all you fellas should start a movement to turn the wobbly, jiggly bum into a thing to be desired. I think if enough guys started drooling over cushy butts for a long enough period of time, we'd all feel a lot better about ourselves. Now before you say "BUT WE DO", I'm not talking about the skinny girls with the big boobs and the big butts. I'm talking about the all round jiggly wiggly women who have nice jiggly wiggly butts along with jiggly wiggly everything else. Because let's face it, it's really hard to have lean arms and thighs and tummies and still sport a jiggly ass. 

Anyway, as for the conversation with my friend, I didn't want to push it. But I suppose he would be the best person to know if spanking is something he might want to include in his bedroom repertoire or not. My job is merely to present the possibility and lead him to the articles. My 'job' as a spanko that is. The mission - bringing spanking to the world one butt cheek at a time. 

Now going back to where my thoughts branched, this was the other path my brain took. 

I couldn't help but also think that if he DOES appreciate the jiggliness of a bum, that he might definitely enjoy including spanking in the boudoir. After all, a lot of the time when a fella is merely "showing appreciation of the female form" it is more likely that it's his libido talking. I realise at this point I'm sounding a little Freudian. But that's because I don't think many things can't be explained away with sex. 

Remarking on that pretty face looking over at you, a pair of well shaped legs walking by, an ample bosom *gasp* at eye level, and yes, a nicely filled-out jiggly bum could all be deemed 'totally innocent'. Sure. Until you think of that face kissing you (or on the receiving end of a bukake), those legs naked and wrapped around you; your face (or cock) buried in said bosom; and, at least for some of us, a hand or paddle turning that jiggly bum a lovely shade of rose!

So i'm sure it's not that he can't understand the appeal (which was his initial reply) as much as it would be a stressful endeavour trying to get his wife on board (or on his lap as the case may be) because she doesn't ASSociate (sorry for the pun) getting smacked on the butt with anything good. I'm thinking perhaps some reASSurance (I know I know, I just HAD TO!) would go a long way. 

And if she could be convinced that her husband's smack-that-arse inclination were borne out of a serious appreciation of her wiggle and not a poke at its size, maybe she'd be more willing to acquiesceASS in submitting to an erotic spanking. Cos I bet he'd enjoy it. 

Stealing A One Word Meme From Ella

I saw this on Ella's blog a couple of days ago...

I'll give it a try. But one word? Argh. So hard tho!!

1.   Where is your phone?  - Here

2.   Your hair?  - Cropped

3.   Your dad?  - Asleep

4.   Your other half?   - BIKSS?

5.   Your favorite food?   - MEAT

6.   Your dream last night?  - Work

7.   Your favorite drink?  - Float

8.   Fear?   - Loneliness

9.   Favorite?  - Vacation

10. Favorite way to relax?  - Vacation

11. Your mood?  - Stressed

12. I love?  - Vacations

13. Where were you last night?  -Coffee-ing (hey that's one word ok!)

14. Something that you aren't?  - Rich

15. Muffins?   - Nope

16. Wish list item?   - Vacation

17. Where you grew up?  - Asia

18. Last thing you did?  - Pack

19. What are you wearing right now?  - Pajamas

20. Something you hate?   - Inefficiency

21. Your pets?   - None

22. Friends?   - Handful

23. Life?  - Meh

24. Regrets?   - Plenty

25. Missing someone?  - Me

If any of those require clarification (plenty, if you ask me) then feel free to ask. I might do another one with proper answers... what do you think? Some of them require at least 2 words IMHO. :)

Despacito

SO I was out shopping with a girlfriend when this song came on and she mentioned that it was a really sexy bit of music. 

I didn't think it was all that hot or anything so I continued looking at floral tops and velvet dresses. 

Priorities right?

If you haven't heard it, here it is (CLICK THIS LINK if the video doesn't play for you) :

When I came across it again on a friend's FB feed I thought I might have another go at it. 

Enter Youtube. There were a few versions but I suspected the original Spanish one might possibly have the most authentic feel and would contain the trooooo essence of the song. So I clicked on it. Erm. 

The verdict? Well, I quite enjoy the slow-ish soca rhythm but aside from that I must say the melody is too monotonous for my liking, the chaps in the video aren't as hot as I'd like them to be, and I find myself getting impatient at all the slow-mo bits in the clip. Yeah. I'm not gonna be downloading this one then.

Then I thought I should find out what the song is about. Maybe that might help. I looked up "Despacito English translation" and what greeted my eyes looked like a page out of a D/s love story (or just a very creepy love story). 

Here's a little bit of it :

Slowly
I wanna breathe your neck slowly
Let me whisper things into your ear
So that you remember if you're not with me
Slowly
I wanna strip you off with kisses slowly
Sign the walls of your laberinth
And make your whole body a manuscript
Turn it up

Step by step, soft softly
We're going to get caught little by little
I want you to show me
Your favourite places places places Places
Step by step, soft softly
We're going to get caught little by little
To make you scream (Fonsi)
And forget your name (DY)
Slowly

Either that, or my brain reads everything it sees now from a D/s point of view. In which case, I dare say, I am well and truly corrupted. 

I Heart DP

I saw this on BIKSS' facebook feed and I just HAD to share it.

Making the Doctor Pepper street team wear

 “I  DP” is pure marketing fail

I 💓 Dr Pepper got condensed to I 💓 DP.

Which is all fine and good until you look up DP in the urban dictionary.

The first definition gives you

And if you're still clueless, here's the 2nd entry which is a little more graphic :

I like how they're thorough enough to tell you a buddy is required! This way you won't come unprepared! *Excuse the pun*

Have a good week ahead everyone!

(Also, this is my 600th post! And I'm talking about Double Penetration. I suppose if it's a kinky blog it can't be totally unexpected!)

1 Out of 4 Ain't Bad

Remember I said we were going across the border to get the car serviced? Daddy also wanted to see his printer fella, and drop off some corporate literature to a potential client. AND if there was a hotel nearby the service place he said maybe we'd get a chance to sneak in some sex. 

Yeah. No. Didn't happen. We managed to get 1 thing done. And that thing wasn't sex. 

First, we drove around a bit looking for the potential client's place of work. It wasn't set up in a spanky office building or anything. In fact, it was in an industrial park. When we finally found it, it had begun to pour and it didn't seem like the best thing to do to run from the car to the warehouse door only to appear dishevelled and unkempt - wouldn't make for a good first impression. At least he'd found the place, he said, and could come by again another time. 

Well, alright then. Next stop - printers. 

He missed the shop. So we made another loop around the block. 

"There it is! Isn't that the one?" I was excited. I'd found it!

"The sign says it's closed. Closes early on Fridays!"

Great. Right. Let's just go see about servicing the car then.  

By this time I had begun to feel worse and worse as we drove along from one place to another, but we still had to get to the service centre. And we hadn't had a proper lunch. I pulled my shawl over me (blankies and pseudo-blankies are super comforting!) and told BIKSS I wasn't feeling so great. That's when he put on his Daddy voice, "Close your eyes and rest."

Not gonna argue. He was surfing thru' his playlist to find something soothing and Jim Reeves' Christmas Album  came on but it got skipped over. Well, it *IS* only June. I think I made a noise by way of an involuntary reaction cos he skipped back to it. YAY. So there I was : eyes closed, grinning with my head turned in his direction (hoping he was looking which I think he was cos he chuckled) and trying to not throw up or pass out while listening to dear ol' Jim crooning "Silver Bells", arms and hands cosily tucked under my makeshift blankie. 

I am CERTAIN I looked weak and helpless. I felt it. And it's NOT a look I like, but hey, sick is sick. Still, I don't have to like it.

After we dropped the car off he got me to a pharmacy where I got something for the nausea and giddiness. Then we went to our favourite Japanese place to grab some food, where he did all the ordering and I just sat and ate whatever I could because #FeelingLikeCrap. 

Then he went off to get the car while I waited at the restaurant, and after about 20 mins he came back in to get me, got me sorted into the passenger seat again, and took us to the nearest mall to get supplies before heading back home.

All in all, a totally UP-ed game, I say. No cute bra and panty set today either... but so much Daddy-ing. (He did get me some cinnamon rolls and walnut cake and other stuff cos I didn't take any foreign currency with me, thinking I would change some along the way - which didn't happen! So he just paid for everything! #LivingOffDaddy)