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that look


I kinda got the subby thing and the teasing but never saw what people saw in spanking, to me it was like a foot fetish. Out of the mouths of babes. Or rather, out of the mouths of ‘nillas. This was what Sir thought of spanking when we got together two and a half years […]

*dances* So after a year and a bit of dating, myself and the boy moved in together. It was something he mentioned to me about six months in, actually… and so while everyone else squeed and fluttered around us with glee, we took it all in our stride. We’d been planning on it for a […]

Taken to task


I have fallen off the blogging wagon spectacularly. If it were a real fall and not an analogy, I’d be featured on one of those hilarious home video shows. Soz. What brings me back is an assignment, from the Sir – or rather the assignment has made me wonder about some things. The nature of […]

A few days ago, we were walking through town. There was a distinct nip in the air, so I got out my gloves and put them on. They’re awfully cute – knitted green fingerless gloves with bows on them. I love bows! And they’re fingerless so that I can work my phone. As I slid […]



I really am a terrible brat. No patience, shocking temper, prone to stomping, flouncing, and most of all pouting. He’s learned to identify the pouts now. There are different varieties, you see. Real ones, play ones, accidental ones, ones that get me in trouble. From the very outset, the pouts have been part of our […]



“Unsatisfactory”, I huffed. My trademark pout crept across my face as I squirmed and ached for what I wanted. It’s not often I’m denied, but in this scenario – bad timing, in my childhood bed, in the early afternoon, with my family roaming the house – I was never going to get the good seeing-to […]



In six months, we haven’t had one fight. No drama, no stress, no arguments, no compromises. Just drifting along blissfully, and no doubt sickeningly, free to enjoy eachother without endless questioning of the relationship and ourselves. But one weekend, that calm sea of tranquility got a stone lobbed into it. Not a fight, per se, […]