Creative Spanko Wench Blog

Hi y’all.

I’m back from traveling and winding down from the energies expended from almost non-stop going (work, then fun, then more work with longer hours). I started writing about sailing, a nude recreation experiment and a couple of spankings while I was in the middle of experiencing them all. I’ll get back to the account and post it after I recover a bit. I’m exhausted, and yet mentally wound up. I will say that the sailing (LOL no, there was no bare bum & I stayed fully clothed) was amazing, the spankings were terrific and the nude recreation experience was brief, non-threatening and surprising - more on that later.

It’s possible that I may have just experienced the last spankings of my life and that I’m now entering a phone and e-mail only relationship with my buddy though. Life throws curves, and the circumstances that made the past 18 - 20 months of getting together possible are changing for both of us as this year evolves. I’ve been feeling sad and have shed some tears thinking about it, but ultimately I must say that I’m incredibly blessed for having what I’ve had. At this point neither of us know if getting together again will be possible. If we can, we’ll make it happen together again, but both of our life situations may have already trumped our hands.

I’ve just entered my 49th year on earth this month, this week actually. My gemini personality has my mind flipping back and forth. Life’s good, life’s sometimes hard - I’m blessed, I’m going to experience another loss… All in all I think my heart will choose blessed and that will be where everything settles out. - please excuse me if it takes me a while to get there all the way….

Stay tuned…

Spent a few hours on the phone with my spanking buddy this evening, and helped him navigate to some blogs with visual content. He was hard to distract tonight. Maybe because things are shaping up for some together time later this week. For some odd reason he brought up the marks he made in some tender crevices last time. Then he reminded me about my somewhat more vigorous reactions to his experiments with his leather creation and the cane-iac birch cane. “I’m not hitting the brown parts,” he reminded me of his commentary at the time. He was referring to some ‘cheek’ spreading and stinging activity that involved getting at the tenderest areas between butt cheeks without actually hitting the most private delicate zones.

He kept reminding me of how much fun he had making me struggle, whimper and of course giggle. I know his diabolical mind is planning our next encounter together even as I recline here with my lap top. He’s got this idea that he wants to see how I do with my hands tied behind my back and my waist held down so I have a limited ability to buck. I think he wants to see the exquisite wriggling that a bit of pain and restricted movement will cause.

I won’t lie and say that the idea isn’t working to instill a pleasant anticipation … then again ooooohhh, ouch, owie!

We shall see what evolves. He like reading my accounts too, so yes I will most likely share here.

On another tack, this trip I’ll be away long enough that my kitties will travel with me. I’ve got their food litter and disposable litter pans in the car already. I still have to pack myself. I was a slug all this weekend and got no laundry done, and I know when I get home late next Monday that I will have no desire to do any then either, so I’m going to take two weeks worth of outfits and have the hotel’s (quite reasonable) concierge service take care of it for me. Considering that I start another long assignment with fifty mile (one way) commutes each day once I get back from this far away out of town work trip capped off by a holiday weekend extended stay, I think getting two weeks of laundry done for me is a good idea.

Last time I travelled far out of town for work, I forgot the charger cable for my iPhone. This time I’ve gotta try not do do anything that spacy again.

So tomorrow morning I get up early pack, shower and take my kitties with me. It’ll be nice. My oldest kittie is almost 15 & she likes to cuddle with my spanking buddy. She could care less that he whacks her mother’s ass with little mercy. She’s a lovey dovey purr motor who will find any willing lap or tummy to curl up on and get her bean scratched and her body stroked. Scrapscallion on the other hand has been a little less friendly. He checks out the situation, but then scampers away to hide. He’s just hit the one year mark and has had to adapt to being a travel kitty meeting all kinds of new people. I think he’ll warm up to safe company eventually. All my other shy kitty’s did. Cinnamin is unique in her sociability she never hides from strangers like most cats do. She climbs on them and insists on attention. Scrapscallion shows similar if less ’stroke me slut’ potential. Recently I’ve had both cable & Air conditioner guys come in to fix things, he sniffed them both out and found a spot nearby to watch without needing to hide. We’ll see.

I gotta go find the Christmas birch cane from cane-iac. The light colored one has begun to splinter and there must be a birch cane in my suitcase for this trip. Oh my oh my oh my! Where the heck did I put it?????

G’night y’all. Sleep tight. I hope I do. Long trips stress me out .. I always miss some critical detail.

:) patty… (gonna get a spankin’)

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I am once again grinning at the odd lubricants prudeizm encounters. The ‘bad girl’ stuff that never even came to mind in my life that life brings up. Would you, could you, should you?

My spanking buddy/partner has a very good friend who knows about us and is interested in our kink, but he has his own particular and unrelated interest and that is nudism. In the not too distant future my partner and I will be together for several days on a couple of different visits and his friend is going to join us for parts of each. We’ll do some sailing first visit for sure, which is the primary interest that brought all of us together as friends, and we’ll maybe try something totally new for my partner and I.

If you were sailing out in the open waters and you’d been recently spanked hard, and the next day you were sailing with a nudist (on his boat) and your partner, would you dare agree to be a deck hand who worked in only a 2XL T shirt that without a breeze kept you mostly covered? Not that this is being asked of me, it’s actually an intriguing idea that has just come up in conversation because of timing. I can either get spanked and sail, or sail and probably have to put off spanking… You now me right? I want BOTH even if a second spanking could still happen after we go sailing. Under no circumstances am I expected to sail nude or even be bare bottomed during the trip. I’m welcome covered head to toe, but, well ya know, I’m curious and wishy washy, and curious, and curious….?

Then there’s another twist. My spanking partner’s friend has invited us to join him at a nudist camp on another visit. The timing’s going to be such that if spanking can happen it will be before we visit the camp. I’m assured that most kinks (spanking & S and M) and body types are accepted, no questions asked - no judgements made, and that I can wear an over sized t shirt every where except the pool. Do I dare go to a nudist camp even wearing an oversized t shirt with a properly spanked bare bottom? And you know for me properly spanked is not a pinkish hue…. Having never even thought of visiting a nudist camp, I’m totally oblivious to thinking this one through all the way.

I’m so out with my own fantasies I’ve got nothing to hide really. I went so much further than my own fantasies with Fred when he was alive and we shared ours. Now it’s just me and my heart seeking answers to the same kinds of questions Fred once asked. But actually now seeking answers to the questions of a new partner I’m not alone anymore … there’s this huge spanking internet world. Not that I won’t make my own choice.

Could you? Would you? Either scenario.

;) waiting with baited breath …. patty

I’m on my feet again. I slept completely through the weekend of April 25 & 26. Had a disturbing day Sunday when my AM blood sugar was 204 for no reason, and at noon it was still high at 171. How could it be so high? I took my meds and ate right and just crawled back to bed. I woke up late Monday morning and raced to my assignment 50 miles away making it there by 7 a.m. (we were supposed to enter at 6:45). I was barely conscious, and felt like my whole body was lead and every bone and joint hurt. By 10 AM I was sweating and had a cough, by 1PM my nose had become a faucet and by 3 PM I had vomited and now had diarrhea. My blood sugar at supper time was 200. Again why???? I’d eaten only string cheese and tuna.

My boss called me while I was driving home and asked if I was sick. I said I felt like I was catching a cold. He said stay home tomorrow and go see the doctor, I would be replaced by another nurse on my assignment. My 1st thought? Hey wow! Boss’s orders to take a day off. No problem. Then I got home and turned on TV for the 1st time in more than a week.

Swine Flu. And while limited so far (as of April 27) had cases reported in every US city I’d been trapped in trying to get home the week before. Shit! Thursday through Monday - exactly the average incubation period, and the news was so dire! Not me though, not possible. It was just a stress and overtired related cold.

My temperature was 102.4 and I was coughing and leaking from every … well you get the idea. I got up Tuesday morning at 6:30 to get to my doc’s by 7 so I could be one of the 1st appointments. My AM sugar was 324 - I had eaten almost nothing in days. I hadn’t had the ambition to eat either supper the night before or breakfast that morning. The office was full, everyone with kleenex boxes and sniffles.

I got in at 11 AM. Lab work showed I had a low grade bacterial infection but the slight increase in my white cell count couldn’t account for my fever or the high sugar readings. Swabs were taken and sent off and I went home with a script for an antibiotic (too late for antivirals they should be taken within 48 hours of onset of symptoms which for me was apparently my totally lost to body aches, bone and joint pain and feverish weekend).

I don’t remember much about last week. I know my friends called me every day, some called me several times a day. I missed quite a few calls probably because my snoring drowned out my phone. Everyone has told me I sounded awful. I vaguely remember feeling worse than that. I also remember getting really scared when my blood sugar hit 404

I got cleared to go back to work this Wednesday, still a bit stuffy headed, but no more fever and feeling much better. I jumped right into a neat sounding assignment and walked into a can of worms. Definitely interesting but one of those things that will will take me some time to get it written up. Before I left yesterday, something came in, and since I was handy, today I started on a new assignment that is even more involved. I’m really appreciating the mind exercise and the chance to step out of my personal life - you know???? when you really like your job and it helps you keep perspective instead of tipping it out of kilter?

Mostly I’m amazed. Swabs results came back finally today, and I had Swine Flu and recovered in only 14 days. My last cold laid me flat for a month - cold to sinusitis - to bronchitis - to sinusitis - bronchitis. I’m on my feet excited about work again even though I’m still a bit tired.

I still have some stuffiness in my head, no sniffles or sneezes just that weird feeling like my ears are almost blocked but swallowing clears them.

Aaaaaand

my blood sugars have been normal consistently since this past Monday.

Aaaaaaand

yesterday my new printer/scanner/fax/copier arrived. With luck come Saturday I’ll find the time to get it set up and installed….. and some new artwork up for you.

Aaaaaaand

Chances are good that I have more spankings in my future within another few weeks….

I hope you’re all well. I hope you all escape the flu.

:) patty

p.s. I’ve learned that unexplained high blood sugar is a warning sign of serious illness….