THIS BLOG HAS MOVED

This blog has officially moved to it's new URL: www.alexinspankingland.com 

Please do not visit this blog looking for new posts: there shall not be anymore.

This is the final post here.

It's been real, blogger. You taught me how to be, well, a blogger. But now it's time for me to own my own website and live by my own rules. Mostly. When it comes to blogging, anyway.

Please head over to the new page instead of here.

Blog/Facebook Information

I just wanted to update everyone on the status of things!
This is the second to last post that I'll be making to Alex in Spankingland at this address, due to Blogger's new rules.

I'll be moving to the following address: http://www.alexinspankingland.com
Please move your links and bookmarks once I announce that the new blog has gone live, as I'm not quite there yet!

Right now, if you check it out, there really isn't anything there. I have a wonderful, cherished friend who is helping me with the transition from blogger, and she's just gotten Wordpress installed on my new site. We've run into a few kinks (heh heh) in the process of getting things transferred and getting everything set up, and we haven't been able to spend time fixing them since I've been in Las Vegas for the past five days, having an amazing time with lots of friends and getting tons of spankings. Now that I'm home, I'll be focusing on that again.

Additionally, I had started using kinky facebook, and had collected a couple thousand friends over there. Unfortunately, someone got angry because I wouldn't block someone he didn't like and reported my profile as being fake. The unfortunate part of that is, by the standards that facebook uses, my page WAS fake: Alex Reynolds is not my legal name. They offered me two possible ways to verify and unlock my account. The first was to identify my friends from a series of random pictures they were tagged in. This was made difficult since most of the ones that it showed me were memes and other photos where people had been tagged to get them to look at it, and others were people who I didn't really know by face. I failed that, and the only way to get them to unlock it was to send them two forms of photo ID with the name "Alex Reynolds" on it. I considered my options for over a month, but in the end, I made a new facebook profile.

Once I'd made it, I was immediately locked out of it. I thought that trying a different IP address might work, but it didn't. In the end, I was able to unlock that profile by linking it to a phone number that was not in use on facebook yet (privately, of course).

So, the official Alex Reynolds facebook page is located here. I don't know if there are fake ones or not, but this is the only real one, anyway!

I have so much to talk about since I've just had lots of adventures and done a ton of shoots, but I don't want to spend too much energy feeding this blog right before it moves. So, please stay tuned for the information about the new location!

Well, I guess this blog is moving...

I've literally just received the following message:

Dear Blogger User,

We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content  
Policy that may affect your account.

In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually  
explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity  
presented in artistic, educational, documentary or scientific contexts, or  
where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking  
action on the content.

The new policy will take effect on 23 March 2015. After this policy comes  
into force, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in  
violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog  
authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be  
able to see the content that we've made private.

Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy  
change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this  
policy. We would also ask you to make any necessary changes to your  
existing blog to comply as soon as possible so that you won't experience  
any interruptions in service. You may also choose to create an archive of  
your content via Google Takeout  
(https://www.google.com/settings/takeout/custom/blogger).

For more information, please look here  
(https://support.google.com/blogger?p=policy_update).

Yours sincerely,
The Blogger Team

In order to prevent losing my blog and all the work that I've put into it, I'll be migrating myself over to a new site before March 23rd, at which point I'll be leaving this blog in place to direct people over to the new address. I'll have to go through and remove all the photos involving nudity, though, to avoid it getting marked as private. I don't yet know what the new address will be, and I do intend to do a couple more posts here before I migrate (a process which will preserve all the original content, so have no fear in that department) so please continue to check out this page for updates.

I'll update you all when I have a new URL so you can change your bookmarks/links to me. 

I hope that this annoying censorship doesn't cause anyone to shut their doors permanently. If you're a blogger who has been using blogger and you don't know how to move your blog, feel free to contact me and we'll see what we can figure out together. 

Well, that's annoying. 

Happy February!

I hope everyone had a good Valentine's Day, and the week that followed it!

My holiday was relaxed, but lovely. For me, the bigger event happened the day before: it was the day that Paul came back from England. I had been counting down the days until this happened for ages. 

Three months is a very long time to be apart from the person you love. Fortunately, the miracle of technology allowed us to talk over skype and to text at least a little bit every day, and we used an App called Wunderlist to allow him to see which of my chores and work I was getting done every day and what I needed to focus on. 

I also focused on having fun and keeping myself from getting too sad. I spent lots of time with wonderful friends in Los Angeles, spent Thanksgiving with Christy Cutie and her family of origin, visited my friend James and Korey in Dallas for a week, spent three weeks in New York/New Jersey with family over the holidays and was visited here by Jon83, Thursday Night and Michael Valentine.  Lily Starr, Robert Wolf, Tattoo Fairy and I went to Disneyland together for two days. I spent another day there with my friend Dot. All of this helped to keep me both busy and distracted, and I remained pretty happy and in high spirits, although there are always going to be times where I struggle. 

During the time that Paul was away, the new ATVOD law came into effect, making the production of spanking videos in the UK illegal. I became the owner of Northern Spanking. My first spanking romance novel was published and was listed in the top 5 BDSM Romance books on Amazon shortly after it was released. I was voted Spankee of the Year for 2014. 

In other words, a lot of time had passed since November, and I'd spent countless hours dreaming of the moment that I would first see Paul again. I could hardly sleep on the night before he arrived, since I knew he was already on the plane flying to meet me. In the morning, I had some chores left to do, since I always aspire to make the house as close to perfect as I can when Paul is getting home. I want it to be nice for him, and the house needs to be deep cleaned every once in a while, anyway. Once everything was done, I took a long bath, complete with a rose petal bath bomb. I put a treatment in my hair and a mask on my face and tried to relax a little, although my heart was beating a mile a minute.

I felt cute!

Around six, I hopped into my car and headed for LAX. It usually takes me about an hour to get to the airport, and Paul was landing around 7:00, so I figured I would have time to find out exactly where he was going to come out of immigration. Unfortunately, I sat in traffic for two hours, and arrived around the time he was coming out of immigration. I met up with him a moment later than I would have wanted to, and after a lot of rushing, but it was alright. Everything was alright. The night was warm and I stood on my tiptoes as we kissed for a long while, troubles and cares literally melting away. I snuggled up to his chest and refused to let go. Finally, we carried his luggage back to my car as I chatted spastically. We drove to a diner for dinner before heading home. Paul was exhausted from the trip, so we snuggled up in bed pretty shortly after getting in.

The next morning was time for spanking, of course:

Just a little bit!

I recently became obsessed with my local Korean Spa. My girlfriend and one of our friends and I go once a week to soak in the big tubs, sit in the saunas, eat delicious Korean food and sometimes get rather violently massaged. One day I decided to get a full body scrub in order to make sure that I was truly soft and silky to the touch. The woman giving me the scrub commented that I had an awful lot of dead skin on my bottom, and she scrubbed it particularly vigorously. This was the strongest form of exfoliation I've ever experienced, and when she finished, it felt like my body had never been touched before. I quickly discovered that this also meant that my bottom was incredibly sensitive, and that every single smack stung with a strength and clarity that I hadn't felt in years. I can't decide if I recommend doing this or not: on the one hand, my butt feels wonderful to touch, but on the other, my tolerance was scrubbed off and washed down the drain along with my dead skin, it seems!

We spent most of Valentine's Day cuddling and Paul caught up on rest for a while. Then I got dressed up (and forgot to take a photo, fail!) and we went downtown for dinner, which was most excellent. When we finished eating, it was time to go home for more cuddling and eventually sleep. I can't really describe what the day was like. It was more of a long series of moments that we spent together, where every tiny thing was significant to me. Interlacing our fingers to hold hands. The sound of him singing quietly along to a song we both like in the car. Slipping into his jacket to cuddle against his chest. Being alone in my room but hearing the sound of him in the office and feeling my heart flutter with excitement at the fact that he was here. These little moments, loving the details of a person, are what romance is all about for me.

The next day I had sessions, but before that we snuck off for brunch with Spankcake at a diner that promised the world's greatest pancakes. They were certainly good: fluffy and delicious! As is usual when I'm with Spankcake and/or Erica, we stayed until the last possible moment. Sometimes this is when the restaurant closes, but this time it was when I had to go home to get ready for work. The next day was President's Day, though, and Spankcake had the day off so between bites of pancakes, we launched a plan for an adventure: we decided to go to Dave and Buster's.

I only discovered Dave and Buster's when James and Korey Johnson took me there when I was visiting them in Dallas in December but I fell in love with it instantly. An arcade which serves alcohol and snacks and has lots of fun games that "grown ups" like me can play? I was hooked. Korey and I had spent ages playing games last time, and had traded in our tickets for some candy. So, I was glad to find out that there was one close to me, at Hollywood and Highland.

The three of us carpooled in Spankcake's car, which was a good thing, because I had recently discovered that they served alcoholic snowcones there and I intended to indulge myself in this department. We had a quick lunch and I had a delicious drink, and then it was time to go play games (while Paul went to go check out the set up they were doing for the Oscars).

Spankcake is not actually a bunny. 

We started off doing pretty well, and playing a few different games. We were hoping to get enough tickets so that we could each get a small stuffed Hello Kitty, so we needed about a thousand total. We were making good progress when we discovered there was a Candy Crush machine. This is a game every single person who has a cell phone or facebook knows how to play! Spankcake and I were doing well and collecting lots of tickets, especially when we would complete a level and get to spin the bonus wheel. We were so excited about this that we were jumping up and down. We discovered that we were only a few levels away from winning the big bonus, though, and through dedicated effort and team work we were able to accomplish that goal: an addition 1000 tickets.

It took so long to give us all out tickets that we had to sit down on the floor while we waited

Then we went to show Paul, who had returned and was sitting in the bar, just how great we were at games. He was impressed! When we cashed in the tickets we found out that we had enough to each get a pretty big stuffed animal, bigger than we expected by far!

I let Spankcake get the bigger one because I wanted Pikachu, of course, and because I'm a nice friend! 

Then it was happy hour, and time for more mixtures of alcohol and pure sugar!

After that, we ended up exploring the mall and I bought a bunch more panties, because that's obviously the thing I need the most in my life!

I realize that this post doesn't have that much spanking in it. It's more "Alex in Happy Little Girl Land" but I'm okay with that. More spankings coming soon, trust me. ❤︎