Creative Spanko Wench Blog

I woke up this morning (Sunday) with my pelvis squirming. I woke from a spanky wet dream, and not only was my bum tingling, my pussy was contracting rhythmically. My dream placed me laying across my spanker’s lap being spanked and intimately caressed at the same time. “Oh not yet,” was my first thought once I realized I was awake and the blissful torment was over. “Well I could take things over now that I’m awake” next came to mind. It’s been a long time since I’ve indulged service after all… So, with no real internal discussion, I rolled over, reached in my drawer for my trust wooden spoon, propped all my pillows, pulled down my pj bottoms and assumed the position. Bottom up high, left hand under my tummy, fingers burrowed perfectly so they straddled my swollen very slick still pulsing bud. I began to ride my fingers a little, and then held back so I could use the urgency and strength of my arousal to administer a proper spanking, and I did. Ten minutes, a very nicely sore and rosy bottom later, and my extended dream inspired waking interlude climaxed with a less misty sense of the intensity of the substance of the dream.

Tuesday: I wrote that a few days ago hoping to have another drawing ready. I have several new drawings ready now actually, but Sunday evening my good laser printer scanner (which has been trouble prone for a while) keeled over - (it will print when commanded to by the computer, but can’t see the scanner through the same usb cable it gets its print messages from) and my back up which is an ink jet ‘all in one’ decided that it won’t scan until I get it a new ink cartridge. So … I’ll be posted drawingless for a while again. grrrrrr.

I wish I had more time to update Spitfire or Winter Wonders properly while I wait to afford fixes or replacements for my scanners. I might get some writing time tomorrow evening, but no promises …

I’m working on two fairly complex work assignments right now, and not only do I have to concentrate on thorough information gathering, I’ve got to write, write and write some more, and make sure that I write well enough, covering every possible angle that what I write flies… At the end of the day after so much pressure to write fast and do it right because what I write affects lives & livelihoods, it’s a bit harder than it used to be to perk up ambition for fun writing…. not impossible … just, you know, maybe tomorrow kind of tiredness sets in….

On the diabetes front, I thought I was doing really well with a 7 day average sugar within normal and a couple of days with just one mildly elevated sugar, then Sunday morning my sugar was 191…. I’d done every thing perfect Saturday, and by supper my sugar was normal again, my mornings have been high every day since even though my days and afternoons are OK. Since Sunday at supper I haven’t been able to get back to normal again. Nothing higher than 135, but nothing below 120 either. I’ve lost close to 12 lbs in three weeks too. It’s demoralizing to be doing everything right and have my body backtrack for no reason…. aaaahhh p~~~~~~~~~~ it all started out too easy in the 1st weeks I think and now I’m encountering at least the beginnings of the hurdles that make living with this disease as hard as I’ve seen it be for sooooo many others…..

:) y’all be well (especially you Ts… ) all the best..

Her heart was there no doubt
His needs, her goal so stout
Sweet pleasure they shared
Between them was bared
A pact from neither could out….

:)

edit: 3/27/09 fixed the scan…. I pressed so hard doing the shading that the dark areas reflected the scan light and reflected it with rippley light distortion. this is a bit better…

Another drawing.

Ta da! I’ve finished a drawing to a point where I felt it was postable for the 1st time in a year. LOL. Now to me that’s some thing. It’s based on an internet photo I found that was uncredited, so if anyone knows who took the photo, please let me know. TY!

Her bottom needed to burn
His member demanded its turn
Her bare backside propped
He reveled then popped
Then spanked ’till their fire re-churned

:)

p.s. I cannot believe how much better I’ve been feeling in only the last few weeks! My blood sugars have come down from the high 200’s to mostly below 120 (I’ve had a few readings at or above 130 on at least one test a day)in only a few weeks. My 7 day average has gone from 28o a few weeks ago to 114 as of my pre supper check tonight). I’ve had only one low so far (40) and was desperate enough with the symptoms to take in some sugar even before measuring my blood. What bugs me most is the days when I’m diligent and do everything by the book and find my morning sugar is over 120). Of course when that happens I wake up desperate to pee, which I used to take for granted as the norm, but now I find it a pain! It’s not normal to pee 3 times a night even if you drink water at bed time… lololololololol! Even so, it’s also not normal to be constantly tired, constantly hungry but have no interest in food to the point where you throw up after eating even just a few bites. It’s not normal to be constantly thirsty and have that thirst get worse if you drink healthy stuff like orange juice or cranberry juice. It’s not normal to have constant unremitting joint and body pain, and for all you spankees out there, it’s not normal for your spanking tolerance to drop and stay low for extended periods of time! So y’all, be advised and hey don’t let one or two normal blood sugars on finger checks at the doc’s office shut off your questions. My blood sugar was normal at the random times it was checked for way more than a year. When I had no choice but to schedule a visit at an odd time in my usual schedule, pow it was more than triple normal, and then other tests triggered by this red flag indicated it had without question been going that high regularly and for a long time. The diet’s not easy, and for now I miss some foods. I’ll get some back in gradual increments once I get sustained control, but unless I want to deal with insulin and the awful weight gain type 2 diabetics almost always experience when they start to try to control with insulin, some high carb foods like ‘better than sex triple chocolate cakes’ are history except for micro taste snippets. Arrrggh… but please can I have another fresh mango or pineapple? yes you can grasshopper, but first you must master the basics of counting and the rationing carbs… lolololololol

ah well, bed time for me and hope you like this drawing..

Her heart lurched, anxiety pulsed through her tissues. The cotton dry urge to say ‘NO please!’ almost choked her just as the secret, delicious throb and moist anticipation from further down brought her hands to the waist of her jeans. Trembling from maddening ambivalence, her fingers worked open her fly and then her thumbs, aided by an involuntary wiggle of hips pushed both jeans and panties down to her knees.

He watched. His firm jaw masked how much he liked the image she was for him, how much her timid submission fueled his lust.

She stood, bottom bare, eyes downcast. Silence became a sensuous needy fluid coursing through her veins, accelerating her heart, massaging her pussy as it was pulsed faster and faster through her. The sound of determined hands pulling thick leather through chinking belt buckle metal caused that silence to morph to a roar of blood flow in her ears. It was too late to go back now!

He pushed her forward over the plush upholstery of the sofa arm. “Bend over!” was a command that she was powerless to resist, yet its effect to ignite momentary terror was palpable for both of them. He would wield the belt with a fury that would try to sate the shared lusts this ritual woke between them. The meaning and awe galvanized both of them for the thrill and test to come.

She whimpered in anticipation of pain and lifted her bare white bottom to invite the now folded hungry extension of his arm.

“You are going to get a spanking you will not forget for a long time!” His firm, determined tone escalated the power the moment gave them. She whimpered again. Her pussy throbbed and clenched with an intensity that forced her hips to press down and then lift her wanton bare bottom back up.

And then, almost too soon the belt seared across her saucy white ass.

The red hot sting flashed instantly through her being just as the fleshy impact, and the recoil of heavy leather coursed through his. Her flesh withheld the scalding color of that first welt until after he’d lain in hard with four more strokes and paused to wait for the stripes to tease his desires and for the anticipation of more to keep hers awake.

This ritual was well tested, well tried and truly effective. This time, this cycle would repeat until they both lost count and let raw need set the clock.

Her cries of pain belied the exquisite pleasure and calm being born of heat and release that annealed tensions that had become brittle over weeks of responsible living, hard work and the unrelenting stress of being in charge and in public. He swung the belt harder with each set, the gradual increase in the intensity of the spanking he administered fed on and worked to devour the large and minor frustrations that became wedges in the sense of peace he desired in his world.

They were uniquely matched, and they knew and reveled in it.

Some time later, thoroughly spanked out, he let her stand and then required her to take her pants and panties all the way off and curl up with him on the sofa. She sobbed, he soothed, peace chased coarse demons away and the too easily masked but ever so comfortable strength of their bond took over the rest of their evening.

‘NCIS’, followed by ‘Bones’, and then two episodes each of ‘Reba’ and ‘Two and a half men’, all chosen from TIVO collections, provided the background for the cuddle part of the quiet evening they shared. When the news came on he nudged her up. She winced ever so quietly when her punished bare bottom rolled onto and scuffed over the sofa, and then she smiled pulling in a deep relaxed breath. There was only one thing better than feeling his loving arms around her when her bottom was so raw, and she knew that was coming next.

True to form, he pulled off her T-shirt, tucked her in under the covers and then joined her. She rolled on her back after watching him strip. He was rock hard. She smiled, sighed and then opened her thighs and pulled his hands to grip her still scalded bottom.

The deep and evil chuckle he gave her in response to the winces his deliberately firm butt massage evoked made her giggle.

And then, he pressed into her. Their union, begun hours earlier with a simple command, climaxed with the promised intensity of the spanking’s fury, and then sleep took them both into the priceless peace they worked so hard to cultivate and share.

There once was a wench named patty
Who really was far beyond batty
She savored the strap
And a sturdy man’s lap
Her bare bottom just loved splitter-spatty

The best days that could be were when
Her man made her hold still for ten
Her panties pulled down
And her lifted nightgown
Brought both of them closer to Zen

;) *grins*

Life with diabetes update: I’m sure this could be an aberration, but I’m really enjoying the return of energy I’ve been feeling these last 4 days or so. And today I breached a barrier… after a morning sugar of over 130 a missed breakfast and late lunch caused an afternoon reading of 155, I ate a quick snack of cheese cubes and turkey slices and two hours later my sugar was 118! 1st time since I started this trek that my sugar has been inside the normal range (80 - 120). Then later tonight two hours after I ate a shrimp, asparagus and mushroom feed, (9 grams of carbs) I got the best ever reading of 108! Next week I see the diabetes educator and a dietitian, I’m hoping they’ll give me more food options and strategies. I understand the physiology of sugar dumping and starvation which caused my starving mid day blood sugar to go higher than my morning fasting blood sugar. I used to counsel patients that missing meals and starving themselves actually reset their metabolic levels so they made fat in times of limited deprivation to preserve reserves for longer periods of deprivation (short message, dieting by skipping meals causes fat deposition and weight gain and sets your body up to store fat and increase weight as an unhealthy survival strategy). I just got an object lesson i how true that is…. sigh… hope I lean faster than usual where this is concerned.

Night night…

Here I am logged in to another hotel internet service. This one’s wired, but still free. I do like Marriott Residence Inn’s, their internet is almost always free, though some are wireless and some are wired. The wired seem to be much faster. I’m sure folks who know about these things can explain why, all I really care about is that I can get on and I’m not restricted about the type of sites I visit. I’ve begun to figure out which hotels are better. Hampton Inn’s, Marriott Residence & Fairfield Inns, Drury Inn Suites, and Comfort Inn & suites so far at least, meet my needs best… pets allowed in most, free unrestricted internet, and a good breakfast every morning. Inn the past 40 days I’ve spent 32 in hotels, so I guess I can speak to what I like.

Ever think about the logistics of spanking in a hotel? Well I have to, though I must admit that it did come up years ago and a few lessons have stuck. Here are some basics in case some of you readers ever wondered.

For the most part hotel staff are trained to put customers first, and unless your activities intrude on other customers’ comfort, they will let your activities go undisturbed. If your budget is limited and it’s possible, find hotels like Marriott Residence Inn, Hampton Suites, Drury Suites or Comfort or Hawthorn Suites … these rooms have bedrooms separate from the living/kitchen area and usually have a door that closes the bedroom off from the room with the door and their walls seem to be better sound proofed. I don’t recommend older construction buildings (any brand), Sheraton Suites, or Embassy Suites, because the sound carries through the walls too well. If your budget isn’t limited obviously suites, even in high end places, are best, again because you can close doors between the hall and sounds coming from inside the suite.

I like leaving the living area TV on, on a music channel that plays music with a simple and tolerable rhythm. No need to leave it on high, and no need to choose heavy metal, rap or any head banging stuff. Classic Rock, Jazz, Folk and Classic Country all work well. The music covers the snap - whap sounds of paddles, and yes, even giggling, ohhhs and ahhs even the occasional ouch blends easily into the melody. One rule of thumb … never ever cry out ‘help’ ’stop’ or ‘you’re hurting me.’ regardless of what type of room you get.

Maids are usually done on most hotel floors after check inn which is @ 3 PM in most places, so if you have the typical single room, waiting until then has so far never failed me & my buddy. Evenings between 6 & 8 PM are good too, because even in hotels with room service, most guests eat in the restaurants, so halls are typically close to empty then. Mornings after 7 and before 9 are also good, because meeting goers leave by 7 and check outs have planes to catch. If they don’t check out before 8, they sleep in and check out after 11. In hotels that serve breakfast, folks with no immediate place to be congregate from 7 - 9 where the food, newspapers and TV news are there all in one stop.

Using sound distractions and paying attention to hallway traffic patterns is the key to a private spanking interlude in a hotel. None of the tactics I’ve suggested are perfect by any means, but they’ve worked for me and my buddy.

It’s not that we’re sneaking around at all, but more that we want to spank without being intruded on and having our shared desires judged by others.

No matter what, remember you are the customer and unless you get wild and rowdy and intrude on the peace and comfort of other guests, the vast majority of hotel workers & owners are trained to live and let live when it comes to paying guests….

Have fun…

p.s…. my blood sugar after my steak, mushroom and broccoli diner tonight was 132. The lowest it’s been since I started measuring. Sheesh! It’s below the goal my doctor set for me, but not yet under 120 which would be normal, but lordy I’m still feeling hungry, and I could have made a pig of myself on the rolls that I wasn’t allowed to have. I’m getting there.

be well y’all.

I can see by the weather channel that some of us had March come in like a lion and others of us had it come in like a lamb. So, I guess that means the month will end just as variable on the weather front.

My February ended on a mixed note my March has come in growling. My spanking partner has had a rough time these last months too, but on a softer note, in the middle of one of the worst for him, we managed a brief few hours together. It was sweet and *g* tenderizing, though not as intense for either of us as it has been. We’ve both noticed that my tolerance has gone down the last two times we’ve been able to get down to spanking. I thought it was a combination of all the stuff that’s gone on over the last 12 - 18 months, and while that probably has been a factor why wasn’t it six months ago? Not to mention that the last two times we were able to set aside time to get down to spanking properly I was on a real up swing as far as adapting to life changes goes…. I felt strongly that something else was up. Well as it turns out there was..

On Wednesday this week I finally got a definitive explanation for why I have felt do crappy since last summer. I have type two diabetes. I asked about this as a possibility every time I’ve been to the Doc. for half a year now, but for whatever reason when I was in the office, my blood sugar was normal. Peeing 5 times a night, constant thirst, blurry vision, overwhelming fatigue, moodiness, headaches, chronic upper respiratory symptoms as well as chronic bladder infections with stomach and bowel troubles… I was given the pat on the back and reassured that there were other more likely reasons for the way I was feeling. Never once was I offered a fasting blood sugar or hemoglobin A1C (HgbA1C) test, and I didn’t really think to ask. It’s possible to have normal blood sugars and still have type 2 diabetes for quite a long time. it’s the fasting blood sugar repeated at least twice and the HgbA1C levels that really tell you and your doc where you fall on the spectrum. Well on Wednesday when I just had to go to the doc (my head hurt, my eyes were blurring and I was just sooooo tired) my blood sugar was 390 (normal is 80 - 120) and my HgbA1C was almost 11 (controlled diabetics should be <6.5; normal people shouldn’t have a positive Hgb A1C level at all). It was a bit shocking, but at the same time a huge relief. So many things going on and affecting how I feel day to day now have rational explanations. I’m not just hopelessly depressed and irreparably ruined by chemo.

I resisted going to hospital which is apparently the usual first step for new onset diabetics with blood sugars close to 400 and A1C’s greater than 10. I asked to start on Januvea which I’ve read helps your body work without the risk of severely low blood sugar. If it and controlling my carbohydrate intake doesn’t work within the next 10 - 14 days, then I’ll happily go the insulin route. I have two good friends who swear by insulin, one uses a pump, the other takes a baseline dose of a long acting insulin and then doses herself at each meal based on how many carbs she eats - both have consistent HgbA1C levels under 7 indicating they are well in control. Today my morning blood sugar was 167 (a huge drop from 390 on Wednesday) and tonight it’s 150. I have a ways to go to get under 120, but it’s been a slow steady decline over 3 days, which I know from years looking after diabetics in ICU is better than a too rapid decline. All I feel is hungry now (I’ve had 4 large meals but only 21 g of carbs), no more headache, no more blurred vision, and I’m interested in stuff again. sheesh. go figure…. I’m sure I’ll reach the poor me stage at some point, right now I’m just relieved to find out it’s not a cancer relapse or worse a psychosomatic problem for which there is no real management.

If you asked me two years ago - “what condition would be the most frightening for you to live with?” I would have told you diabetes. Well I’ve been given that reality to live with now too. Sticking my fingers hasn’t been as bad as I feared. Now, If I have to do the insulin thing, that may be different. I have always had a morbid fear of needles. In Nursing school I puked watching the “how to give a needle” instruction video in my 1st year. I actually made myself watch it 11 times to get over the ‘oogies’. Giving my 1st needle was terrifying, and then 10,000 or more needles and other worse invasive needle type treatments administered in 26 plus years of nursing and I’m still not able to get a needle without becoming nauseated and apprehensive. I could give myself insulin if I had to, but it will take some fortitude that’s for sure.

Any how, that’s some news… Now, how would you like some spanking news?

I’ve been fortunate enough to be spanked several times since I last wrote an official account for you. The most notable thing is how much fun we’ve both had each time (well every time ever so far actually). I can’t seem to hold position when he sets a particular goal, and when I break, I giggle. (OK so I giggle all the time but that’s not the same…) He laughs even harder. I’ve dared him that I could take 30 full swats with the tawse. He just laughs, since he’s only been able to give me 10 or so each makes me giggle, and then I fall flat and giggle more. He’s tried to be stern and assign X more and make me get in an embarrassing ‘knees wide, butt up” kneeling position, but even if I’m successful maintaining, we’re both laughing when he finishes.

He really likes the tawse (even the handle) and he likes the Cane-Iac birches. Cane-Iac’s double cane is fun for both of us too. We’ve got several toys we like, John’s Leatherthorn paddles and a Walmart wooden spoon - we broke Cane-Iac’s spoon the second time we used it. His favorites are the quieter ones, which has blessedly given me a break from the cracker barrel paddle and also thankfully I’ve lost my vermont country store bath brush somewhere in my bedroom.

This spring promises many more spankings and god willing more blogging about those escapades.

[i] [u]footnote:[/u] Hemoglobin A 1 C is a test that tells your doctor how much sugar is attached to you hemoglobin. Hemoglobin is the currier that move oxygen (the part of air you really need to make your body work well using and making energy). When sugar latches on to the hand holds that oxygen normally travels on it does two bad things. 1 it bumps off the oxygen (usually 2 of every 4 designated oxygen places are stolen by the excess sugar) and 2 the presence of the sugar on the oxygen’s places causes the left over oxygens to refuse to get off at their energy delivery spot. Our tissues are programed to ask for oxygen, not sugar (it gets sugar from a different train). Hemoglobin is programed not to give all of its oxygen away, so when it only has 2 oxygens, of the 4 it should have it says NO the tissues asking for more. So Diabetics with highly sugared (glycosylated) hemoglobin have two big problems. They have too much sugar that lack of working insulin won’t let them use, and then the extra unused sugar collects in places where it makes it harder for the body to be able to use other essential ingredients for health and life. [/i]

;) patty