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Get Out of Spanking Free?

Pixie — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 23:48:00 +0000

It’s a frosty evening and with a winter weather advisory in effect, it’s a perfect night for staying inside and keeping warm.

But I received a little extra unexpected help in warming up. I stepped out of the shower and was greeted with a series of sharp spanks. What had I done? Actually, nothing this time. O:-)

My boyfriend thought I’d forgotten to put the cover back on the grill again, but honestly, I didn’t! We had strong winds here the other day and I’m pretty sure that’s why the cover was on the ground covered in snow. He believed me, but my bottom was already pink. Hmph.

Ok, so it was only a few swats, and more playful than anything, but I was innocent! So the question is, does this entitle me to a get out of spanking free card next time I really am naughty?

Edited to add: See? There really is a Get Out Of Spanking Free card. Todd & Suzy sent me one. Actually, since Todd and Suzy sent this to me, I think that means I get to use it twice.

A Belated Spanking

Pixie — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 21:32:00 +0000

My boyfriend’s birthday was last week, but due to conflicting schedules (I had a shoot on Saturday *guilt* and he had to work on Sunday), we had to delay the celebration until this weekend. I’ve been teasing him since about the birthday spanking he was due, but I was told that as he only gives spankings and doesn’t receive them, I’d be taking it for him.

I tried to take a swat at him anyway, and perhaps that was my mistake or maybe he just didn’t want to wear out his hand on my butt on his birthday, but next thing I knew, he had grabbed the small London Tanners’ strap. Oops!

I had the protection of my jeans for only the first couple swats and then it was down to the bare for the rest of the “years”.

Happy belated birthday to my sweetie and thanks for being up for a few pictures of “your” birthday spanking (even if it did earn me a couple extra swats).

Another big happy birthday goes out to Suzy of American Spanking Society who is also celebrating this weekend! Please stop by A.S.S. and wish her the best for the coming year.

From Cranky To Spanky

Pixie — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 12:08:00 +0000

Here’s a little lesson I’ve learned recently. Being cranky in the kitchen is not a good idea. Way too many implements within easy reach.

I was not in the best of moods the other day. Stressed, snippy, the whole nine yards. Suddenly, the spoon I was about to use to make scrambled eggs was being used to smacking my butt instead. My boyfriend had decided it was time to spank the crank out of me.

But in the battle of Pixie vs. The Spoon, no contest. I won. The spoon ended up with a nice big crack in it. I suggested he not try to use any other cooking utensils lest my bottom break the entire collection.

Unfortunately after giving me a few swats with his hand, he remembered the two new paddles Poppa sent to us were out on the table and grabbed one to finish the job the spoon had started.

Score one for the paddle.

Lesson learned, if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. Or at least check your ‘tude at the door.

Hauled Off and Spanked

Pixie — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 00:02:00 +0000

When my boyfriend decides it’s time to spank me, my attempts at resistance are futile. Despite my countless hours at the gym, he has no trouble picking me up like a sack of potatoes and carrying me down the hallway to meet my fate.

Once in the bedroom (where there is less of a chance of getting yelled at by my cat Peanut), my boyfriend likes to toss me over his knee while in a standing position. He’s found that it not only positions my bottom nice and high for him, but I’m not able to crawl away as easily as when I’m otk on the bed. Foiled again.

Here’s the wind up ….

And the impact shot! Geez, no wonder it hurts so much.

I’m thankful bottoms bounce right back. The squished Silly Putty look isn’t so cute.

Post-Spank TLC???

Pixie — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 01:40:00 +0000

After yesterday’s shoot which included more than a few run-ins with Veronica Daniels’ hairbrush, my bottom was very sore today. There are no bruises or other marks, but trust me, I slept on my tummy last night and skipped the stationary bike in favor of the elliptical trainer at the gym this morning.

My sweet boyfriend kindly offered to assist in applying my Satsuma body cream which I swear by for keeping my skin soft and hydrated after intense spankings. He was being so nice and said he couldn’t spank me since I was so sore from yesterday …

… but I guess when presented with not only bratty behavior (hey, I thought I was in a no-spank zone and could push my luck), but a perfectly positioned bare bottom, he could no longer resist.

Talk about double ouch! Not only was I feeling the deep down soreness from my hairbrush spankings yesterday, but also the intense surface sting of a spanking on a freshly lotioned bottom.

It was only a hand spanking, but it hurt so much that I literally held my poor cheeks and did the spanky dance around the room when I stood up. My boyfriend said he didn’t know I could dance an Irish jig. I shot him a look, but stopped to consider my situation, and wisely chose not to make any smart remarks.

Not So Vanilla

Pixie — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 00:50:00 +0000

I’ve been very honest with my boyfriend about my spanko-ness from the start. In fact, it was on our second date ever that I told him that not only am I a spanko, but I’m also a spanking model. I forget exactly how exactly it came up in conversation – it was a bit more tactful than “I get my butt smacked on the internet. Pass the sugar.” – but all I can remember now is sitting there in the coffee shop holding onto my cup hoping to still my trembling hands. I avoided his gaze and held my breath as I waited for him to respond.

Some people had advised me to wait and thought I was absolutely nuts for revealing this side of me to a vanilla so early on. But I didn’t want to start off a relationship with lies and be forced to make up stories about where I was going when out of town for a shoot. I have an honesty complex and would be caught in an instant anyway.

Thankfully I wasn’t rejected. He didn’t recoil in horror. And although this was a whole new world he didn’t know existed, he was pretty open minded once I assured him that spanking and only spanking takes place on the shoots I do. He was actually intrigued by the secret side of this otherwise shy, quiet girl he had met.

Over time I slowly let him into my world more and more. I showed him some of my pictures … my collection of schoolgirl uniforms … the Brats website. He was cool with it all and let me do my thing but didn’t seem to be really into it himself. I wasn’t going to push though. I counted my blessings for having found someone I cared for so much and connected with on many levels that was ok with me being spanked by others. He would sometimes spank me playfully upon request, but it just isn’t the same if the top’s heart isn’t in it.

But recently something changed. Without warning he’d land a good smack on my bottom as I tied my shoe or walked next to him. He’d sting my bottom with a little rope he carries his keys on as we walked to the car and chuckle at my surprise. Of course I had to test this new phenomenon a little more. I teased. I bratted. This weekend, he took the bait.

He bent me over his knee, flipped up my skirt, lowered my panties and spanked me. I mean really spanked me! I was surprised at how firmly he was landing the smacks. I kicked, squirmed, and yelped … I couldn’t help it. Between the sting and the shock, there was no way I could stay still.

Of course my cat Peanut heard the commotion and was very upset by the noise. I half jokingly suggested my boyfriend grab the cane from my closet because it was much quieter. I thought for sure he’d decline and that would be the end of it, but much to my surprise, he picked it up and gave me a few strokes (pretty decent, well placed ones at that for a novice). But he quickly decided that he much preferred the hand to butt contact and resumed spanking, promising to buy Peanut some Fancy Feast to make it up to her later.

Seems he’s not quite so vanilla after all. He told me that not only does he greatly enjoy spanking me, but that I’m deserving of every smack I get. Can you imagine that? Yes, I think I’m lucky. Well spanked and very lucky.

Movie Night

Pixie — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:47:00 +0000

I went to the movies tonight with my boyfriend to see Zodiac. While it was scary and at times suspenseful, it was very interesting and not the kind of scary that will make me afraid to turn the lights out or worried that something will grab me from under the bed. I never understood why it is that monsters would wait patiently under the bed to grab your ankle unless you jumped into bed and hid under the oh so protective sheets, but you know it’s true.

My boyfriend has already announced that we will be going to see Dead Silence when it comes out next week. Creepy dolls and gruesome murders?? Better get the nightlight out.

When is a nice romantic comedy going to hit theaters?

More fun than the movie was playing air hockey beforehand. Although the scores were close, I lost the first two games. My boyfriend was strutting around imitating a sports commentator – “And here we are in the loser’s locker room. Two out of two games lost. How do you feel? What do you think the problem is tonight?” My reply was something along the lines of my opponent being Gorilla Arms McGee being the problem.

We sunk in another 4 quarters and played our last game. The score was tied 5 to 5 when the timer signaled it was our last chance to score and declare a winner. I was not going down without a fight. The puck bounced side to side and came to a near stop right on the center line. As Gorilla Arms leaned over to hit the puck thereby giving me a clear shot, I jumped up and belly flopped (in a most ladylike fashion I assure you) onto the table, gave the puck a good hard knock, and scored the winning point. He declared it cheating. I declared it creative. He gave me a good smack on the behind as we headed into the theater. I’m sure the concession stand people saw it, but I’m just trying to tell myself it was no different than professional athletes giving eachother a pat to say “good game”.

Quiet Night In

Pixie — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 00:56:00 +0000

Even though I’ve watched The Devil Wears Prada three times in the past two weeks (it’s so funny and I was reminded to watch it again at the last PB shoot when Veronica mentioned it while professing her love for cheese), I’m watching it yet again with my boyfriend. He’s so good to humor me like this and for me, it’s a refreshing change from the slasher or man-eating monster films he usually chooses. And maybe later, with any luck, we’ll be able to practice spanking without upsetting poor Peanut too much.

Pets and spanking

Pixie — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 01:24:00 +0000

I know I’m not the only one that has to sometimes hide their spanking fun from others … friends, family, kids, roommates, whatever … but pets? Sure they’re not going to tell anyone, but they can still lay one heck of a guilt trip.

My cat Peanut absolutely hates when I get spanked. She runs around with her ears pinned back crying plaintively. At first I thought it was the noise that upset her, but that can’t be it because when I clap my hands in an attempt to deter her from scratching the furniture she just looks at me like “and your point is?” and keeps right on clawing away. Peanut must realize that it’s me that’s being struck but in her little kitty brain can’t possibly imagine that I’m actually ok with it. She’s acting as my little four-legged furry defender.

My boyfriend and I then feel incredibly guilty … and he gets a little afraid that Peanut will seek revenge on his man bits in the middle of the night so that will often put a damper on the spanking mood. What’s a girl to do?