Snuck Up On

It started on New Year's Eve.

When we were discussing what would make for a good New Year's, I had, of course, mentioned a spanking to ring in the year. We spent the evening at home together, so as midnight approached, Malignus instructed me to find something that I wanted to be spanked with. Selecting one's own implement is an ordeal. There's a certain balance that has to be struck. I'm only ever asked to select implements for lighthearted spankings, so I don't want to select something which will be excessive for that atmosphere and make me miserable. At the same time, I'm less emotionally vulnerable in such a situation, so I don't feel pain as severely as I would during other types of spankings so I don't want to select something which isn't going to leave me feeling like I was properly spanked. I spent probably too long a time literally weighing my options (picking them up in my hand to feel the heft and weight of them, giving myself test swats et cetera) and finally made my choice. I selected "Ben," a pretty hefty wooden spoon, since I was feeling rather daring. Once this selection had been made, I brought it to Malignus and he invited me to lie over his lap while we watched Firefly. In case you don't know, this is my favorite show of all time. I derive the surname of my scene identity from the main character: Malcolm Reynolds.

I'm seriously in love. Don't judge.

I haven't spent a lot of time lying bare bottomed over someone's lap when a spanking was not in progress. It was basically the coziest and most relaxing thing I'd ever felt. I knew entirely that I belonged there and that everything was right with the world. Then, right before Midnight, Malignus announced that he was going to hit me 67 times. I found this confusing, considering the fact that Malignus is mildly OCD and really hates prime and odd numbers and that it seemed like an entirely arbitrary number. Soon, though, our alarms beeped for midnight and Malignus began my spanking. It was fairly hard, and I had selected a pretty serious implement, so I squirmed and wailed. He spanked me at an even tempo, but building in intensity. Still, 67 swats isn't all that many for an OTK style spanking, so it ended at a point where I was gasping for breath and felt very much like I had been soundly spanked but before it reached a point where things had become truly overwhelming. Afterwards, we hugged and exchanged "Happy New Years!" and then went back to the episode.

After a little bit, I asked him why he had selected that number. He told me to figure it out on my own. This lead to me doing a lot of math on the calculator on my phone. The closest thing that I came up with was the fact that 2013 divided by 30 was ~67. I guessed that this was because 30 is the age that Malignus recently turned. He informed me that while my math was correct, the reason behind it was not. He then told me that it was his intention to spank me in this manner every day for the next thirty days, so that by the end of the month (with a little wiggle room) I'd receive 2013 spanks. This idea made me seriously grin, as does any plan that involves me getting lots and lots of spanking.

We worked on the schedule of having a nightly, succinct spanking for the first week or so of the month and then our vanilla lives took over and declared that this was not to be the case. Malignus' work schedule got in the way of things for a few days, and then I left for my Denver excursion, which I returned from with a serious case of the flu which Malignus then contracted from me, following which he pulled a muscle in his spanking arm... you get the point. Things just kept happening that kept us from working on our celebratory plan.

Instead, Malignus decided that we'd get caught up in the form of clusters. He started giving me sets of 67 swats with one implement before moving on to the next one and the next one. I actually preferred this a bit, since these spankings ended up pushing me further and therefore being more gratifying for me.

On Monday of this week, we still had quite a few sets of 67 to get through and the month was, obviously, coming to a close. The spanking started with "Let's work on New Years." I then got into position over a few pillows on the bed as he grabbed a handful of implements from their secret stash (a giant pile under the bed which is kind of flowing out from two toy bags). The spanking started out differently than many spankings do between us: he started using a hairbrush with a very small spanking surface but using it quite hard and at a noteworthily quick pace. It felt like the entire set of 67 swats was delivered in about thirty seconds. Due to the startling nature of this, I did not take this set particularly well. I rolled around a bit, kicked once or twice and cried out "OW," which always feels a little foolish to me. (Well, duh, ow, Alex! says the voice in my head).

The next two sets were considerably less severe. He used lightweight implements at a fairly manageable pace, and I relaxed into the spanking. The next two implements brought me to the peak of where this particular spanking would hurt: he used this silly joke paddle that I got at Bear Country USA. It's basically made of plywood and reads "Bald Man's Hairbrush." I bought it mostly out of amazement that they still sell souvenir paddles somewhere in the world! I had never actually been spanked with it before. (Un)fortunately, Malignus is a Wizard when it comes to spanking, and he managed to get it to be the most intolerably stingy thing ever. I felt positively lit on fire when the set ended. Immediately after, he switched to my nemesis: our small lexan paddle. He didn't use it with full force, but it still hurt like nobody's business. Immediately after that, he used a wooden spoon very lightly.

When that was over, he moved on to use a number of other implements which I didn't really keep track of, but I noticed an unusual pattern: none of them hurt. At all. It felt like I was getting spanked, but without any of the pain. At one point, I stopped to point this out and Malignus explained that it had to do with my endorphins and the manner in which the first set had made my skin swell and the way that the light set had offset the painful part. That's not very clear, because it was being explained to me while I was in endorphin land.

What eventually happened, though, was that I was able to take spanking after spanking without blinking an eye. The most interesting part was when he started caning me. He gave me 67 strokes with a rattan cane that usually makes me cry with six. I didn't feel any of the surface pain whatsoever. I just felt the lingering ache that accompanies cane strokes, and found that without the buzzing, itching (as Pandora Blake described it) sting, it was postively pleasant. I remarked that none of this was hurting, and Malignus sort of laughed. "The beauty of this," he said, "is that it will later." He then rubbed capsaicin on my very warm bottom, just to be sure, I suppose.

By the time we finished for the day, I had been spanked with all these things:

My butt was in the following condition:

For most of the day, all I really felt when I sat down was the capsaicin. It was full of it's usually burning, but because I still had a residual endorphin high, I felt pretty okay with this. Then, around eight PM, I got up, did a few things and sat back down on my computer to discover that I felt like I had been very severely spanked. It was like magic. All day, the spanking had been hiding under my endorphines and swelling and suddenly it appeared.
I guess there are still new experiences for me in Spankingland. :)                                                                                                                              

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The Cane: Not Exactly a Love Story

Since I recently shot my School Strokes interview at Real Spankings, I uploaded a couple of the photos to my Fetlife profile. I tend to do this: I like to show off what I've been up to, and I get to direct attention towards the awesome companies that I'm lucky enough to work with.

The inclusion of these caning photos sparked a small conversation: do I like being caned or not? I gave the shortest answer I could possibly give, since this conversation was being conducted via photo comments: "I have a love/hate relationship with the cane." I guess this didn't answer people's questions. I got several private messages asking me to explain what, exactly, that means. I'm choosing to do so here. :)

For one thing, caning is a lower proximity activity than an OTK spanking and is therefore less comforting to me. This is not to say that it is uncomfortable. It just doesn't carry the same warm, safe feeling that being OTK gives me. Caning also has trouble escaping its formal roots, and it doesn't lend itself to being relaxing because of this. These things place caning farther away from the circle of comfort for me and therefore, for more intense caning scenes, requires a greater amount of trust in my partner.

There's also the fact that caning lends itself well to intensity and, even when not done severely, it is usually paced in a way that feels concentrated and deliberate. The pacing does a lot for me. It makes each stroke very significant. It slows the world down, and can make a time frame of less than a minute in which six strokes are delivered feel like a very long time.

Canes hurt in a very unique way. They tend to build. A few seconds after the initial impact, there's that second, deeper pain. Individual strokes feel like pinching or biting combined with a bit of a punch instead of the traditional stinging, swatting, burning feeling of small headed implements like hairbrushes or wooden spoons (the implements that I favor) or the "knocks the wind out of you," full bodied pain which accompanies a thuddy implement like a frat paddle. Cane strokes often create welts, which may take longer to heal and which hold in the pain for a while in a way that is different than other spankings.

Is all this good or bad? Why can't you just answer the question, Alex?
It's both. I feel my heart in my chest when someone that I enjoy being spanked by instructs me to get a cane, or when he holds one menacingly between his hands, flexing it and taunting me. I've been brought to tears simply by the sound of a cane being whooshed back and forth or colliding with the mattress as a demonstration. It scares me. It intimidates me. With someone I know and trust, I like that. I like how much I don't like the way a caning feels. I like being instructed to get into position for an implement that I'd never in a thousand years select for myself if I was given a set of choices. I like it when it pleases Malignus to cane me. He went on a "kick" for a particular cane at one point, and would grab me and bring me into the bedroom for it multiple times a day, just arbitrarily, because he liked hitting me with it. As much as I didn't actually enjoy the caning (it often brought tears to my eyes), I loved how much he was enjoying doing it. Getting something which sort of scares me, which sort of pushes boundaries, which wouldn't be my first choice makes me feel wonderfully submissive. The afterglow of a caning is always filled with adrenaline, some level of endorphines and pride.

Another think which I actually like about caning is its ability to overwhelm me. This is something I've talked about before. I like it, in certain contexts, when a spanking can overwhelm me and push me beyond my usual level of resistance. I like feeling all my energy used up. I like feeling the fight go out of me. Especially when used after other implements, hard cane strokes can really do this to me. In fact, two of my most significant subspace experiences involved caning, and I'm forever appreciative towards cane-kind for that.

So, in summary, it's both. Yes, I've stomped my foot and thrown a big protest at the announcement that I was going to be caned, and no, I can't think of a time when I said "You know what I'd like? The cane!" but at the same time, I have nothing but warm feelings... especially those coming in the form of lines.

 Head over to Real Spankings to see my interview for more cane-conversation.  ♥

I'm a Winner!

Last night, I sat down to work on a blog post, since I haven't written anything since I got back from Denver. I got partially through a conceptual post, but my mind was a little bored so I decided to take a look at a few things. I checked the other blogs that I look at regularly to see what had been going on there and I pulled up The Spanking Spot. I didn't know that today was the day that they announced the winner of the Creative Spanking Blog of the Year Award, for which I was nominated. What I saw was this:

I sat there slack-jawed for a while before I realized that it meant this:

I'm really overwhelmed with happiness to have won this award. I'm also feeling extremely grateful at the moment. There are some people I'd like to thank.

To start out with, I'd like to thank everyone who voted for me and encouraged others to do so. Obviously, I would not have won if so many wonderful people had not done this. The fact that you guys all cared enough to do so really makes me extremely happy.

I'd like to thank Brushstrokes at The Spanking Spot for running the contest to begin with, for I'd have no way to win an award if it wasn't being offered. I think that having The Spanking Awards gives us something to be excited about as a community and allows recognition for great work. Thanks for that.

I'd also like to offer my thanks to people who nominated me for this award: my friend Amoni, the wonderful Pandora Blake (whose own blog has been an inspiration to me for a long time) and some people whose names I don't recognize but who I infinitely appreciate: Mr Allen and J.

There are, of course, more people who I feel appreciative towards. I appreciate Malignus' constant love and support in every area of my life. I appreciate YS for, among many other wonderful things he does for me, creating a rules structure which requires me to stick with my blog. Since these rules were implemented, my posting has been very regular and my traffic statistics have been better than ever before. I'm thankful for PTL for her intrest and investment in the blog, as well, and for her never-failing ability to point out my ocassional gramaticle errorrs. :P I appreciate Amoni again, this time for providing me with the wonderful photograph of me which is on my main page. I appreciate my boyfriend Rafa and my recently-ex girlfriend but still very beloved friend, L, for being the most supportive and understanding vanilla partners that a spanko girl could ask for. I appreciate the myriad of people with whom I get to have my adventures for giving me amazing things to write about. I appreciate SF, who, besides giving me my first spanking and introducing me to this whole crazy world, taught me both the value and means of producing proper grammar and good writing. I'm an extremely lucky girl with many wonderful people in my life, and I'm glad for all of them. Thank you.

I appreciate the people who have supported me in my efforts as a blogger. The first name that comes to mind when I think of this will always be Erica Scott, who has always been around to answer my questions and inspire me with her own excellent writing. Erica is very precious to me, and the help that she's given me means an infinite amount. Others who helped me get my start include my friend and now-retired blogger, Sophie Grey and Todd and Suzy over at American Spanking Society.

Finally, I'd like to thank my fellow bloggers whose links and mentions of me have driven me the greatest amount of traffic. At the very top of this list, by leaps and bounds is Chross, whose list I've been lucky enough to be featured on a number of times. Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts has also been a huge contributor of traffic (and support!) since the very start of my blog. All Things Spanking and Spanking Blog have been a huge help, as well.

Finally, thank you. Whoever you are, reading this, since without your readership, my blog is pretty pointless. You make my day. :)

I can't stop stressing how happy this makes me. Back over the summer, Malignus and I were driving somewhere and we our conversation got on the subject of these awards. I kept talking about how much I'd like it if my blog were to win an award. "Of course I'd like to win an award as a model, but that doesn't matter as much to me as winning one for my blog would," I remember saying. "My blog is really my pride and joy, and it represents the parts of me that I care the most about." I ended that conversation with "Of course, that would never happen, but it's nice to think about." HA! Take that, past self! I showed you!

I've been wanting to use this photo for a long time but it never really fits in, so I'm going to use it RIGHT NOW to congratulate myself:

That's me. I'm a happy kitty, tapping away at my keys excessively loudly and making Malignus have to go into the other room to do anything while I'm blogging. TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP. (Note: I am not actually a kitty, nor am I a "kitty-person" who'll get down on the floor and rub against your leg. You're safe here.)

Hopefully in the next couple of days, some celebration will be in order and I'll be able to share that with you in my next post.

I love you, internet. I really do. ♥

Second Real Spankings Shoot!

Note: I wrote this last night, scheduled it, then didn't like parts of it so I went back and redid them. It's later than I originally promised because of that. You'll probably live. 

A few days ago, I finally hit the road again after having spent all of November and December in South Dakota (except for the brief trips that I took to Omaha to fetch and return Heather, but that really doesn't count). I headed to Denver on Sunday in order to visit Amoni and to shoot with Real Spankings again. I had such a wonderful time when I last shot for them, and I was really looking forward to this second shoot. Betty Blaze is incredibly fun and friendly, and last time we shot, she really put me at ease.

Betty Blaze strapping me during my first RS shoot.

I was especially excited about doing this second shoot because the Top this time was Danny Creighton. I like him a lot. I got to have a very nice, long scene with him when we first met at a Scarlet Moons (a small, local party in Denver) party in October and I was really looking forward to being spanked by him again!

I arrived to my shoot on Tuesday a little bit early (I feel that it's never a good idea to show up late to something spanking related. Don't need to give anyone more excuses, right?) and was feeling jittery and excited. When I got there, I found that Betty had a cold and wouldn't actually be filming any scenes with me that day, which was a little disappointing since we had talked about the prospect of being spanked together, which is always fun. Still, the show must go on, and I was more than capable of taking everyone's spankings myself. :)

Betty Blaze and me. Aren't we cute?!

I can't remember if I've mentioned this before, but I find it very exciting to be on the set where Real Spankings is filmed. I've looked at their content for many years and certainly had more than a few fantasies where I imagine taking the place of one of the girls in the pictures or videos I was watching. There's really nothing more exciting than actually doing that!

The first scene which we filmed that day was an all hand spanking scene. Really, a nice, long hand spanking is the ideal way to start any work day! The positioning was a little different, as I was bent over a railing at the end of a staircase, so it was kind of close to a standing-up style spanking. That's not usually my preference, but I liked the impromptu feeling of the location and position. The spanking built perfectly and eased me into the perfect mood while warming me up to take the rest of the spankings I'd be getting that day. I had to remember to act like I wasn't enjoying it.

Right after that, we filmed our second scene, this one involving a strap. I was asked to select which strap I'd want to be hit with from what was essentially a dresser full of implements. I'm going to go on a tangent for a moment to point out that I think that selecting an implement is one of the hardest things to do, period. Occasionally, Malignus sends me to "go find something for him to hit me with" and I inevitably spend way too long obsessing over making the choice. At home, picking something out to be hit with involves trying to find the perfect balance. If I pick something that isn't "mean" enough, I'll feel disappointed if the spanking isn't as hard as I'd prefer. All my instincts are against picking something "too mean." I usually end up finding whatever seems like the right middle ground for the situation and then bumping it up one level of meanness, just in case. In this case, though, I had only been spanked with two of the implements in the dresser of doom, and I couldn't even identify which ones they were at this point. I ended up seeking Betty's advice, and we selected a strap which she told me she enjoyed being spanked with.

The strapping scene involved me being a little bitch and having an attitude, which is something that I've been trying to get more practice with in play and for cinematic value recently (that is, however, something which comes with a big "WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME" label for me :P). I think that I pulled it off pretty well. At one point, Danny asked me a question to which I really didn't have an answer. I tried to come up with some sort of clever line, but kept drawing blanks so instead of waisting time I simply let out the most pathetic whining noise I've ever made while giving the best scowl I could muster. This lead to me getting put rather firmly back into positon and spanked quite a bit more, so I suppose it worked out properly. ^_^

After the first two scenes, I went to change and snuck a few phone photos in the bathroom because that's what I do and who I am: I'm a girl who takes pictures of her ass in bathrooms across the country.

The second two scenes that we filmed were "School Strokes" and "School Swats." If you don't already know, these are series that Real Spankings does where they interview girls about their experiences and thoughts regarding both canes and paddles and then give them "traditional" chastisement with the implement in question. I always get a little nervous when being interviewed on camera (I actually opted not to watch my Punishment Profile after the last shoot, because I feel like I always look and sound a bit silly when speaking candidly) but I do think that my blushing while talking about the subject matter at hand was probably cute. Danny interviewed me regarding caning, first, and then showed me three thicknesses of canes. I then got 4 strokes with each. The last cane was a thicker rattan cane than we have at home, and it hit with a level of density and firmness behind each stroke like nothing I'd ever felt from a natural material cane. I will probably need to buy one.

When we were discussing these last two sets, it was up to me whether I wanted to do them with my jeans on or not. For the first one, I decided to do it on the bare because cane lines always look great, and because at this point in my life, it feels kind of unnatural to get spanked over clothing since baring is nearly always a part of my spanking ritual, unless it's something extremely impromptu or it's part of a mind-game. Shortly after we finished filming the caning sequence, I went to get changed to do the paddling one. I had originally said that I would take the paddle swats over my jeans, but I changed my mind at the last minute. My butt was sore, sure, but I wasn't dying. I was really enjoying getting spanked, and I really wanted to feel the spanking I'd be getting that day.

After the interview, when it came time to actually take my jeans down, I felt a little apprehensive about my decision. It's funny how the closer a spanking gets, the scarier it becomes. But I reminded myself that this was all my choice and I wanted it to be hard and got them down.

It was hard.

I got ten swats with the paddle, and each of them made me rise up on my toes, cry out, and contort my face in pain. After the seventh, I asked for a moment to catch my breath. I took a second to just breathe as Danny gently rubbed my bottom. I felt safe and secure, and relaxed myself again, stuck my bottom back out and took the final three swats. When it was done, I had quite a mix of adrenaline and endorphins and a very sore bottom. That, my friends, is the ideal way to end a work day. :)

Sore!

After we took care of paperwork, I hugged everyone and said my goodbyes, I got picked up and headed back to Amoni's where we hung out more. My bottom hurt for the rest of the day, and around bedtime I still had some bruising (which is rare and kind of exciting for me ^_^). I went to bed with a sore bottom and woke up with one still in the morning. In fact, as I'm preparing this at bedtime on the second night, I can still sort of feel it. That's a win in my books.

See my bruise?! See it?!

I can't wait until these scenes come out so I can be excited about them all over the internet. You probably should be, too!

♥

New Work

Hi, everyone!
Today, I shot for Real Spankings again and had an amazing time. There's a longer post about that coming tomorrow (I know it actually is, because I wrote it tonight and scheduled it. Ha!)

Before I share that, though, I wanted to let you all know that my first set of images was released on Northern Spanking. I had a wonderful time working with them at Shadowlane, and I'm looking forward to doing so again when I visit the UK in March.

I'm really fond of the way that this set turned out. It's a photo-story between me and Stephen Lewis, and I think that images really capture a lot of the feelings that I often have associated with spankings.

Here are my favorites from the set:

Please head over to Northern Spanking to check out the rest of the set, and for more forthcoming scenes.
I hope everyone is having a great week. :)

Curious About: Revisted

Over a year ago, I made a post detailing my spanking related bucket list. I've had an incredible variety of experiences since then, and I think it's a good time to look back on the things that I was previously curious about. I haven't done everything on this list yet, but I've been able to cross of a large number of the items. :D

Getting spanked with a bath brush
Check.

Not the best photo in terms of capturing the color, but still nice, right?

"Bath brushes are a nice thing to get spanked with," said no one, ever. 
Still, I'm glad to have added them to my repertoire of things that I get hit with. There's a certain comfort that comes from being hit with something you really don't like by someone that you trust. It's also a great implement for the times when I want to feel overwhelmed by a spanking. It certainly gets that job done. Scale is important to me: it's good to have implements in our collection that are somewhat comfortable on either an emotional level or which just aren't that physically awful and to have things on the other end of that spectrum. Still, it's not something I'm going to let just anyone hit me with. :)

Being co-topped
Semi-check

I've certainly had a few experiences with cotopping, but it's still something I'd like to explore more. One method of this which I've done quite a few times is a round-robin style spanking, where I moved from one Top to another getting spanked by each one. Another that I tried a few times, especially at the Cabin Party is the method where I was positioned across both Tops' laps and shifted forward so that the second one could spank me after the first finished (see photo above). Cotopping is something that I'd like to do more with, though. I'd ideally like to have two Tops, particularly people who I already felt close to, take turns between strokes, especially with one Top standing on either side of me. I've seen people do scenes like this at parties, and it's something I remain curious about. 

Getting spanked on a wet bottom
Check!

Swimsuit spanking!

This is another thing which I'm glad I've tried, but which certainly isn't high on my list of preferences. I experienced this for the first time during a video with Lily Starr where she dragged me out of the shower in order to put me over the bed and spank me with a bathbrush. Later, at TASSP, Malignus spanked me directly after we'd gotten out of the pool. I was a bit more dry then, but it still was extra stingy. At the Cabin Party, YS spanked me while we were in the hot tub outdoors, which was an assortment of interesting sensations: cold air, warm body, wet bottom. Later at that same party, the Tops all assembled to gang up on girls who were coming in from the hot tub and I got spanked by about six people in a row on my wet bottom. Lots and lots of adventures in wet bottom spanking!

Attending spanking parties
Huge check. 
In the past year, I went from having never been to any kind of spanking party to having attended two cabin parties, one local party in Denver, TASSP, two Crimson Moons and Shadowlane. I'm now basically addicted to them, and plan to go to all the parties, ever. :D

Sitting down in the snow after a hard spanking
Still curious.
There was no snow when we were in Colorado and that was the only time when I really got spanked outside very much. I did a little bit of it during my first Cabin Party, but there was very limited snow available at the time. I still think it's a good idea. :)

Getting spanked on the beach
Still curious.
I don't know where exactly I'd find a beach where I felt comfortable enough to do this, but the idea continues to tickle me. I think it could either be lots of fun or extremely relaxing, depending on how it was done. 

Getting spanked in my car
Semi-check.

Taken after Amoni spanked me in her car.

I've actually never been spanked in my personal car, although Amoni spanked me in the back of her car once. It was actually fairly comfortable, although obviously not the ideal set up. This scene was pretty light hearded, considering the fact that she's my friend and we were in the backseat of her car in front of her house in the middle of the woods at night. She handed me a hairbrush and said "think about what a naughty person you are." 
I've also been hit on my thigh while Malignus was driving basically every day that we've ever ridden in the same car, although that's not exactly the same thing. I plan on buying an actually new car (instead of just a "new to me" car) in the next year or so, and I'm sure that I'd be able to convince Malignus to spank me in it to celebrate its procurement. :D

Getting an extremely long spanking
Check!

Danny Creighton spanking me for a really long time at a Scarlet Moons party.

I've had two experiences which I think fall into this category, although there's certainly a lot more to explore here. I'll start by saying that I had received a couple of fairly long spankings before I made this post. One of these was probably my favorite spanking ever, where I fell into subspace for the first time and I really have no idea how long it lasted. Because of the spacing out, it never seemed extremely long, but in retrospect (and after talking to Malignus about it) I realize that it was somewhat epic. Another very long spanking was a hand spanking which YS gave me during the Cabin Party (a lot of noteworthy things happened during that party). That was really lovely indeed: he spanked me with his hand for at least 45 minutes, varying speed and intensity so that it was never "easy" but never overwhelming either. I just snuggled against him and felt very safe and cozy.

The most recent of my spankings of epic proportions took place at the Scarlet Moons party which I attended with Amoni in Denver. This was the first time I actually got to meet Danny Creighton (who, by the way, I am seeing and getting spanked by in less than 12 hours) and after Amoni and I hung out with him and Sophie for a while, we decided that the only right thing in the world would be for him to spank me. :) He did so quite thoroughly and for quite an extended period of time, making me positively blissed out despite the constant group of people coming and going. He mostly used his hand, but occasionally threw in swats with a wooden paddle, which really confused my brain because I was not paying very careful attention to what, exactly was going on behind me, just the fact that I felt lovely and relaxed. He finished the whole thing up quite a bit later with some belting, which was much more energizing than relaxing, but was done with a presence and tone that made me turn to putty inside. (Oh hey, I can't wait for tomorrow! This is like, Christmas Eve or something!)

Purchasing leather implements
Still curious.

Leather remains an area which I need to keep exploring. I've had scenes with leather implements which I've really enjoyed, and I know that if I had more leather choices in the implement bag I'd probably do more of it at home which would make me even more accustomed to the sensation. 

Cutting a switch
Mostly check.

I've been switched a couple of times, most notably in a treehouse with ellee by Robert Wolf. Switches are stingy and kind of mean, but there continues to be something interesting about them to me. I've never done the sort of scene where a girl is sent out to select and cut her own switch and bring it back to be spanked with, though, and I think that's something that I'd like to do. I like the idea of the ritualized experience there, and there's something sort of intriguingly uncomfortable about selecting it on my own.

That covers my original list. I've been thinking about adding some new items to this, although those would mostly be focused around people I'd like to be spanked by or particular fantasy scenes that I have kicking around in my head and the idea of sharing those is always a little embarrassing. 
Now goodnight, I need my beauty sleep so that I can get spanked tomorrow. :D

2012, Continued

I left off from my year-in-review after describing June and the excitement it contained. I shall now pick back up with:

July

While I didn't blog about it, I had an amazing 25th birthday on July 6th, during which I visited with friends, got to go to Bear Country (my favorite of places!) got lovely birthday spankings and received my most beloved pets, Telsa and Newton the guinea piggies, from Malignus. It was seriously great.

Later that month, I started out on a series of adventures which would keep me away from home for most of the rest of the summer. This began with Chicago Crimson Moon. I had lots of fun and met many cool people for the first time, and I got to spend more quality time with some people I really care for. From Chicago, I flew to LA for another visit, which was fun and exciting.

August

August started out in Los Angeles, where I got to visit with friends and eat lots of delicious ethnic treats. Especially noteworthy was the time that I spent visiting with Erica Scott and the adventures that Lily Starr and I shared. While there, I celebrated my seventh "Spankoversary" which I discovered takes place on Consensual Spanking Day.  From Los Angeles, I traveled to Texas to do more shooting and have more adventures. I stayed with WYO and LLB and got to get really close with them. They've become some of my favorite people, and I'm really thankful to have them in my life! Near the end of my visit with them, Heather joined us there for a night and then the next morning, the two of us took off on a road trip of epic proportions which would eventually land us at the Mother of All Spanking Parties: Shadow Lane. It was an epic party where I got to meet and hang out with lots of awesome people, and, because of the company I got to keep, was probably the best party I've been to at present.

My regret for the month of August is that Richard Windsor didn't spank me when we met, but I've set things in motion to make my future spanking from him inevitable. :)

September

September started out as a recovery month for me. I landed back in Sioux Falls after having been gone for six weeks straight and was very glad to see Malignus again. I celebrated the completion of my first year as a spanking model and my 100th blog post.  I did lots and lots of sleeping to make up for time lost while on the road. After I was caught up, I had a big event. I had organized my first spanking get together, a private cabin party in Colorado. It was amazing. Things came together extremely well, and everyone had a great time. I got to see a ton of people I care about and spent lots of quality time with them. There were lots of outdoor spankings, including outdoor switchings:

We traveled on and came across a series of small, young birch trees. The area that I chose to get a cabin in happened to, entirely by chance, be largely without deciduous trees, so this was a bit of a rarity. As we viewed them, the Tops pointed out that they were very supple and swishy looking and would make excellent switches.

"Oh darn!" I exclaimed. "No one has a knife with them. What a shame. I guess we can't have any switches."

Robert pulled a knife out of his pocket. If life was a comic book, there would have been a "SNIKT" sound effect. My face looked like this: -_-.

Shortly after a large number of switches had been cut, we climbed up to a small tree house. We got inside and ellee and I received treehouse switchings. The joy of being in a treehouse and being spanked while viewing an incredible landscape almost took away the sting. Key word: almost.


October

Photo copyright Amoni Jones

October was the month where I SUCKED at blogging. I did basically none of it, only banking two entires. I did, however, have lots of important things happen. For one, after returning home from the cabin party, I realized that not only did I feel naturally submissive towards YS, I really liked feeling submissive towards him. There were little moments during the party where I knew that things just felt right. After consulting with ellee to make sure she was alright with it (as she is my best friend, after all) I asked YS to take me under consideration and he agreed. I think that same day, or maybe the next, ellee asked Malignus to do the same thing for her. I really like the system that was created: ellee and I have always been sisterly and there's something that makes the world feel like it is in its proper order that we both answer to the same pair of people. It was also in October that I went to Los Angeles for more epic adventures in modeling, visited Disneyland with Lily Starr and Robert Wolf, shot Sternwood Academy, Volume 2, went to Denver and shot a billion amazing pictures with Amoni, filmed with Real Spankings AND went to Crimson Moon's Halloween party, where my Bad Counterpart (theBadAlex) and I discovered the horrors of eyebrow threading and were probably both traumatized for life. Busy. Month.


November

November was another resting month, and the beginning of some winter time off. There was a drastic increase in my posting frequency during this month, due to YS' new leadership: he implemented rules ensuring that I post frequently enough to keep everyone happy.
For Thanksgiving, Malignus and I traveled to Texas where we spent it with WYO, LLB and an assortment of other awesome spankos. It was a great time. I love being at their place: wonderful friendship, delicious food, nightly hot tubbing, hard spankings, cute puppy. What more could a girl ask for in life, really? I also spent lots of time working on plans for Malignus' (then) upcoming birthday surprises. Near the end of the month, I got grounded from using the light on the stove for leaving it on too often. I'm including this because it still seems rather ridiculous to me, both that I would get such a simple thing wrong and that I'd end up getting so much grief for it.

December

December was, by leaps and bounds, the highest traffic month that my blog ever saw. This is probably largely owed to YS' encouragement, an attempt that I started making to put more of my narrative writing skills into some of my posts and the fact that a couple of my posts ended up on Chross' list. Certainly not without effect on this is the fact that I was nominated for Creative Spanking Blog of the Year over at The Spanking Spot, an honor which made me extremely proud. Early in the month I had kind of a break through scene with Malignus, which was also noteworthy because I feel it was one of the only times I've actually been able to successfully write up a scene-story in a way that could be meaningful to anyone other than myself.

The holidays descended on us! At first, our festivities began slowly, but as friends got involved, things picked up pace. We started out with one Christmas ornament: a tiny ornament of a wooden spoon with a red handle (like some awful thing that a lot of girls are familiar with). By the time New Years rolled around, we had lights, a small but beautiful tree with a bunch of great decorations on it, Christmas cookies, Christmas stockings, wrapped presents, candy and I even got Christmas pajamas. Malignus got me a Kitchenaid mixer, something I'd always dreamed about. I was a really freaking happy girl, and I had a very Merry Christmas indeed.

The highlight of the month, and possibly of the year, was Malignus' birthday, though. I secretly planned a series of five surprises for him: first, ellee arrived at the house for a surprise visit. Then, I left the two of them alone to enjoy some time together while I snuck off and retrieved Heather Green. After their weekend ended, Malignus was pretty sure that was that was the end of his festivities. It was not. The next weekend, PTL ALSO arrived for ANOTHER secret visit! This also included his fourth surprise, a birthday cake with the words "It's your birthday again" on it.

Malignus' cakes from last year (left) and this year. 

Needless to say, he loved it. His final surprise arrived a few days after his actual birthday: it was a book that I'd made for him. I asked as many people as I could think of who I knew were close to Malignus in some capacity to make a page for this book, expressing whatever sentiment they wanted to share. Because of time constraints and other situations, not everyone was able to participate, but I still got 20+ awesome pages, all of which brought a huge smile to Malignus' face. Heather and I even designed a page from her dog, Lucy. Malignus likes Lucy so much he did not even think this was stupid.


Future

By the time that New Year's Eve rolled around, I was supposed to be finishing this post, but I instead got goofy on the one glass of champagne that I had and didn't get around to it, preferring NOT to write when tipsy and stupid. The first day of 2013 was great, the next two, not as much, but I know things will pick up. I'm looking forward to having a wonderful year!

Thanks to everyone who made 2012 one of the best years ever. Love you guys. ♥