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Monday, July 2nd, 2007

I had a pretty good week last week.  Wednesday was one of those days when it seems like nothing I touched could go wrong.  The other night wasn’t quite so good.  I encountered some things that really push my disgust bottons, and I came home feeling overwhelmed again.  Me being me… well…

Two little e-mail spam offering sort of sum up where my mind is now & where it was the other night….

 What I wish I could learn  Or at least kept on my mind…. (now)

What I wasn’t smart enough just to hum , but didn’t just hum quietly. (then)

Take all my insecurities about how well I do my job out of the picture, re-word some of the song in link two.  S’what John should sing not every time I behave badly, but everytime I stress about not being good enough…   Ya think?

Hi y’all, it’s me patty

Monday, June 25th, 2007

Just wanted to take a few minutes in the middle of the muddle and rollercoaster that is my life right now and say thank you to those of you who’ve sent such sweet e-mails, made encouraging comments and loyally visited everyday trusting me to eventually keep my promises.  I wish I could deliver more on the promise that I will write and draw for you.  I will.

It’s been a very challenging and at the same time encouraging period for me. 

I’m sorry I’ve been a bit of a cruddy friend & blogger these last weeks. 

Yes, John’s still here with me, though to be honest with you, I kinda wonder why he would be…. He’s put up with patty at her very worst.  Not only that, he’s done it and stuck it out during a period when we’re just supposed to be making and evolving our partnership.  He deserves your prayers.  He’s got mine & so does God for being behind him when I needed both of them.

I sometimes feel like Maxwell Smart in the credits of Get Smart, where the heavy iron doors open an close behind him after he drops through the phone booth.  Each time a door opens up front, there’s light, but there’s this snotty challenge chamber between every door.

Dat ta da da CLANG!  Dat ta da da whomp! Dat ta da da DAT! Dat ta da da da, Dat ta da da Clang!  (sung to the tune of the Get Smart opening tune).

The compression/implosions of quality deadlines (though personally challenging as far as workload goes) that I face are tremendously good for healthcare over all.  This quality and patient safety first focus is what I’ve wished for as a nurse for all of my career.  For me to back away now because it’s too hard and too much work would betray everything about what I’ve been here as a professional for, for two decades plus.  I can’t let go now.  I feel there’s a cusp I deserve to crest with my perseverent peers - we’ve paid for it, worked for it and really earned the chance to live it’s realization.  I’ve been a staunch leader (hence the position I’m in now).  I have to stick it out, make sure the written rules are pragmatic and possible, and mentor those I’ve let “just wait” so their transition doesn’t feel like a betrayal.

Patient’s, nurses, doctor & all the ancillary professionals need the recent political quality and patient safety focus equally.  I’ve seen nursing and other professional lives lost over the prospect of serious patient injury that was averted and never happened, I’ve seen patient and professional lives lost over no discernable mistakes at all, and I’ve seen completely unanticipated mistakes devastate both the profesionals (caregivers), as well as patient and family with no intentional harm or even policy violations enter into the equation.  Why?  Why do mistakes happen?  Well, that’s one unique understanding and special thing I bring to the table.  NO not because I’ve made the mistakes mysdelf (though I have made some), but because I’ve studied them & understand the human factors that made mistakes possible….

Hmmmmm  …   Hi y’all it’s me patty… 

Been feeling caught - happy, helpless and just plain distracted…. maybe this song might help you grasp me right now…. lolololol

Just over 20 days & I’ll be soundly spanked again  -  John Willing…  ;)

Gee…. *g*

Monday, June 4th, 2007

Nope no more stories have come in or been posted that I know about.

It was fun though wasn’t it?  My next interactive offering will be an invitation to illustrate a multiple drawing June wedding scenario.  I will post three drawings, you’ll be invited to write your version of how that wedding played out.    I’ll post a poll inviting votes, but as always every entrant will get to chose one of my drawings which I will personalize, sign & number, print on acid free parchment and mail out or e-mail with permission to reprint the personalized copy.

I’ve enjoyed this last week.

Thank ya’ll & much love.

 

A Quiet Day

Sunday, May 20th, 2007

She spent a very quiet day after a long stressful and busy week.  Her man mailed her some lyrics that inspired her to consider what was to come for them in only 60 days.  Her bottom tingled, and other parts of her began to throb and become deliciously warm and wet.  Subtly she pressed her thighs together, slowly and gently rocking her pelvis with sensual anticipation.  The day was fast approaching when they would be together, when they would touch, embrace and kiss one and other.  Her mind lingered over the other things they would share together that day and the five days that would follow.

The possibility that she would again know the experience of being spanked every day for five days ignited other thoughts.  Would they feel it right for their growing, psychic, spiritual and emotional intimacy to become physical beyond spanking?  After restoring to her and sharing with her the intimacy and gift of love and spanking, would he allow her to thank him, to stroke his virility and take him inside her mouth, kiss him, lick and take his come into her mouth?  Would it feel right for them to lay together at some point during those five days, after her bottom has been thoroughly warmed and make love to each other?  Would she know the man she was growing to love inside her?  Would she once again experience that first thrust of the man she loved claiming her completely, the bliss of climax during the act of being taken and giving herself wholly to him?   Was it possible she might again know the intense treasure of climax during a long spanking administered by the man she loved and then open her thighs so that he may have his within her?   She knew in her heart that only what felt right to both of them in the moment would transpire when they spent those five days together, though it was very pleasing indeed to ponder the possibilities they’d talked about.  One thing she knew for certain was that during those five days, she would go to church with the man she loved and sit beside him on a well spanked bottom and share the intimacy of giving thanks to God for bringing him into her life.  For the moment she allowed herself the naughty pleasures of thoughts and possibilities and the luxury of a quiet prayer that no matter when it became right, that all of those possibilities and more would come to be between them in time. She spent the day working the Secret and invoking the Law of Attraction.

I’m OK I promise

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007

Thank you all for your comments & e-mails.  I admit this whole thing blind sided me.  Why one person’s activity bleeds into and becomes synonymous with others even though substantively they have nothing whatsoever to do with each other I think bewilders us all.

I don’t have any opinion or feelings about the ‘princess,’ beyond that she produced a saleable product, EVERYone who payed for it got what they paid for.   So she claimed in a ‘beerguy.com’ interview that she’s not a spanko.  LMAO.  A beerguy podcast?  If ever there was a tongue in cheek, enjoy a good joke and poke fun at diversity site, that’s it.  That the princess said things she probably wishes she hadn’t is a given.  Were there real cruelties wafted her way by other spanking models and readers of her blog & forum that she couldn’t suppress when asked questions that probed and woke them up?  Of course there were and I can assure you having been and remaining on the receiving end of a lot of it, that far to much of this crap is not just hurtful, it’s impossible to ignore.  I think she’s not in the most stable place, and probably never has been, but then I wasn’t either when I came to you.  You know, as one of the pioneers of a solo  spanking couple content site, I don’t care if her motives were economic or conceited or a combination of both.  She never once scamed a video.  Every one delivered spanking.  Not to your taste?  well hey don’t order another… she had it set up so one at a time was possible unlike MOST sites that require you to join only to find out they have no content you’re interested in.  Her presence and the popularity of this community brought other spanking models out.  This time last year there were fewer than 5, now there are more than 20 spanking model blogs.   OK so her appeal waned fast & she resorted to other possibly illegal tactics to get back & sustain income….  that’s for examination by the feds.  I’ve read her my space post.  Her partner isn’t an asset and should keep his marginally literate mouth shut, but her post resonated.  The kid IS a spanko who is in a very chaotic place.  Chaoic because she’s been under attack, and made worse by the probability that she’s marginal emotionally to begin with and using medicine/drugs to deal with chronic hurt.

Leave her alone!  Please!  Not a one of you in this community is threatened by her.  Not a ONE!  Sure it’s titillating, but what we don’t and can’t know so far exceeds the assumtions and speculation it’s cruel. 

Assume…. make and ASS of U and ME!  We don’t know, we can’t know, and filling in the blanks with our assumtions and judgements is among the most toxic things a human being can do.

Yes, I’m hurt having my admissions and disclosures belittled, held out as examples of an agenda and realities they just aren’t, and yeah finding myself attacked again.  Mostly I’m mad as hell that the twerps are still feeding like pirrhana on their own ASSumptions of my reality. 

No I’m not telling the internet at large about things I shouldn’t.  Todd (no that’s not his name and no I will never disclose his name) does attend a prestiguos college.  He earned his way in and that’s ALL you need to know.  Yes that school could be MIT, maybe it is, maybe it’s another equally prestigous school.  No comment.  I was too trusting at one point.  People used the snippets I gave to hunt me down and try to hurt me both personally and professionally.   They got a lot of things wrong.  Did that stop them?  Hell no.  So many assumptions about my reality have been published as essays and indictments of me now, that I’ve lost count.

It’s the supposition & expoundations of conjecture and opinion based on no consultation with the subject that really hurts me.

I’m a real person.  I gave very deeply intimate and personal pieces of myself and my life.  Why?  because people asked me to.  I could give them and others something tangible to reach out to.  I never had that.  I felt my way in the dark.

I know that there are literally thousands of people in my life online who have thanked me for that & some of you post here and e-mail me regularly.  I know you are much more important and valuable to me than the clusters of nasty shit disturbers. 

I’m sorry I’m not all the way to a place where positive thoughs drown out the doubts, fears and guilt.  As jJeff suggests, I’m much less paralyzed now than I was a year ago…. Actually I’m pissed and fixin to fight when the lies about me get resurected now….  That’s a good thing when you consider the whole process of letting go…   Dispair is much less productive than anger, and acceptance & resolution follows anger.  *g*  

Piss off bear of little brain.  I cared enough about you to give you contact info so you could have real insights into my truth.  You preferred to pass ASSumptions and your own cruel and just plain wrong judgements.  As Jim says f’ you.

I’m whipped tonight folks… work’s been really draining and I had to stay late after a draining day.  Tomorrow begins very early with an even more draining responsibilty & then the afternoon from 1PM on will be even worse.  If I get home before 9PM tomorrow night I’ll be lucky.  Good thing?  I just can’t devote my all my ire and hurt to internet shit.  Bad thing?  I’ve got a really neat set of pencils I really want to play with….  

Tentative comitments:  New drawing by Saturday…. the story I’ve got going from two weeks ago posted with it.  Me over being sad and pissed already in progress.

Thank you guys.  You’re the greatest!

love

patty

Sensual morning

Sunday, May 6th, 2007

I woke up to a thunderstorm this morning.  I’d slept with the sliding glass doors to the balcony open so I could sleep to the sounds of the surf and the sea breeze.  Somewhere in the wee hours it got warmer than I like.  Normally I’d get up close the balcony door and turn up the A/C, but the thunder in the distance made me reluctant to shut out the sounds.  I love the stillness and sound of a coming storm.  I know with all the really wild weather this spring, that’s probably an odd thing to say, but it’s true.  So I kicked off the covers, slipped out of my sleep shorts and T, and stretched out languidly turning my bottom to face the barely emerging dawn.  I thought about yesterday and all its hedonistic pleasures capped off by a long phone call I’d enjoyed with John.   I thought about the future, and got into the now.  The air became like silk on my nude flesh.  The sheets, cooled by the slightly moist breezes gave my limbs new places to cool each time I shifted.  I snoozed some more, eventually waking fully when the thunder became more regular and insistent, which was a little more than an hour and full dawn later.  My dream had been very sensual.  I had the female equivalent of a wet dream.  A little manual reinforcement renewed and prolonged what the dream began.  Cold now, I got up and pulled the balcony doors almost closed the cuddled under covers after putting the coffee maker on.The storm ended up being one puffed up by the sea breeze and the periodic low pressure set up by convection off the warm surf, not something produced by major clashes in air masses that make severe weather.  While there was a kick up in the breeze, lots of lightning and thunder, it mostly puffed up right over the island and stayed there.  In fact there were still occasional rumbles and drizzle going on when I packed up to get to an obligation around noon.  Within 10 miles of home the sun was out, and the ground bone dry.  The sea breeze storm, even though it lasted hours, affected a small 30 mile circle of the world.  I’m sure others popped up further inland later today, but not here.

I didn’t get to post again last night, because wireless internet is not what it’s advertised to be on islands two miles off shore.  Shortly after supper it tanked, and stayed tanked.  I tried accessing my accounts again after coffee this morning, but no luck.  So, I packed and wandered into the rest of my day being the designated collecting driver for two cyclists who by 2PM had completed an annual pedal to XXXXX event and all the subsequent festivities.

Can you believe I left my sketch book with 6 half started drawings in it behind in the hotel room!  I always take it with me when I travel in case I get quiet time and ambition.  Now I’m faced with whether or not I go back and ask for it back now that no doubt the pages have been perused.   

Tonight’s drawing is completely new… not the revealing photos of me in skimpies I was tempted to share… I’ll keep those private I think….  There’s a fellow who should see the in person version before the world sees photos.

A me day

Saturday, May 5th, 2007

I took a me day today and booked a room at a resort nearby that offers the full spa treatment.  While I would prefer that my partners was here with me in more than just spirit today, part of why I decided to come out here was to get in the mood to try on some of the sexy intimate wear I just invested in, and test out my brand new fuji digital camera.

First order of the morning was a nice walk on the beach, then a brisk shower and sauna. My first appointment was for a mineral jacuzzi soak and then a shiatsu massage.  Leg and bikini wax was next, then a facial and a pedicure.  So now that I’m situated in my room, I’ve tried on all my new skimpies. They sure are pretty, but the model needs an overhaul.  Eeep!  47 years, patty, that’s what I had to keep telling myself.  I just hope they please John. 

This is the view from my room..

It’s a zoom in from my bacony and today’s a bit overcast and windy, but 89 degrees F even so…..

another angle….

There are a few other pictures that I’ve taken, and I think I may post a teaser later tonight with a little creative fantasy.  Right now my room service has arrived so I will share these photos, say hiya and enjoy my house specialty red snapper.

Hope you’re all having good weekends…

ttfn

p.s. lololololol

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

You should see my brattiest kitty ‘Mini-toes’ officially named Cinamon.  While I wrote my post this evening I tossed my sofa throw into a bunch by my left hip and sat up to type with the lap top on the cedar chest I use for a cofee table.  At some point she climbed up into it and has made herself a nest in the throw, even pulled and tucked herself under the edges where she could.  I managed to accidentally touch an exposed foot,just now and got an annoyed “Mya.”  Then I touched another exposed part & got the same annoyed respnse.  So, I tugged all the edges around her tucking her in like she’s in a cuccoon, and scratched her bossy little bean, and now she’s purring away like the queen of the world.

OK now that I’ve written this her contented little chin is tucked snuggly on the quilt.  If I had a recorder I’s add the purr.  you imagine it OK.

 

So now ya’ll know who the real diva is in my house… LOLOLOL

Hope ya’ll have a great day tomorrow…. ;)

Yes MaggieD today was a better day *g*

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

Now, I don’t have permission to post this, but then neither has anything been said to prohibit me from sharing it either.  Ever since I accepted the invitation to go with John to the Police reunion concert in July, he’s been serenading me with a musical countdown of songs with the # of days remaining written into the lyrics, and I’ve been going to iTunes and buying each song so I can burn a CD of the countdown to our first official conventional dateThis morning’s song and some interesting highlighting of certain exerpts by John made me laugh one of the really good belly laughs… so I thought I’d share it with you before meandering on with the rest of my post.  We are at day 78 in the countdown, and this song contains the # 78.  But pay particular attention to the other content John has marked…. in red… LOLOLOL!

Swing Street
by Bruce Hornsby
I heard you say that tonight’s the night
You say there’s a party going on
I’m in the door like an old
78 side
And I hear ‘em out hitting on a Coleman song

My friend John with a mirror and spoon
Got a belt and a mainline scene
A couple getting off in the back room
Someone’s collecting money for the friend in need
Sounds like a good time, a ball to me
Sounds like a place I’d like to be
Theres a little crowd you’re gonna want to meet
Oh they got a thing going on swing streetNice old man in the corner booth
Making time with Jive-time Stu
S

he makes her sting ‘neath the table blue
Says she’s an actor but she’s hooking
as a sideline too
Oh sounds like a good time, a ball to me
Sounds like a place I’d like to be
Everybody rolls
when it’s time to meet
Oh they got a thing going on swing street
Got a good thing going down swing street
You say there’s nothing but bums around here
Listen to the sound of the cymbal so clear

Cutting contest on the stand
Somebody’s trying to blow you away
What makes him swing harder than you do
Oh better
hit the woodshed for ninety daysOh sounds like a good time, a ball to me
Sounds like a place I’d like to be
Theres a little crowd you’re gonna want to meet
Oh they got a thing going on swing street
Got a good thing going down swing street
Got a good thing going down swing street
Got a thing going on on swing street
Got a thing going on
Got a thing going on on swing street

I’ve still got a serious case of snotty wenchitis going on today, but I must say I feel a lot better than I did yesterday, and heaps better than the weepy wenchitis I experienced this weekend.  And you know, I can’t for the life of me figure out what precipitated either, though I can tell you I’ve had to deal with some snaffu’s at work that are so weird there’s nothing to do but laugh and ask ‘what the fuck was that about?’  Yesterday as I was wrapping up a huge last minute project at 6:55 PM I had the ER manager in my office helping me get it done and my phone rang.  My caller ID told me the call was coming from a patient room and she saw me wring my hands through my hands. “What’s wrong?” she said laughing.

“It’s a patient.  Patients’ only ever call me for one reason.  I don’t wanna tackle an irate familiy issue right now, I wanna go home!  I haven’t had lunch yet.  Should I let it go to voice mail?”

Naturally I picked up.  The ER manager doubled over laughing when I spoke to the caller with tremendous relief.  “Oh hi XXXX what are you doing calling me from a patient room?”  It was another Director who had a simple question for me who had ducked into an empty room on their way down the hall on their way out & expected to leave me a quick voice message while the thought occurred to them.  Then they wanted to know what the heck I was still doing at work and why on earth was there a hienna in my office.  We all laughed.  But really it was only funny from a punch drunk POV, ya know? 

New issues have come up today, one involving a software glitch that may have skewed our performance data for two entire quarters, and it’s really bugging me that I have simply been to inundated to have caught it before now.  Tomorrow I have to trouble shoot it further, and if my suspicionas are confirmed, I will have to communicate it to the whole division because I doubt we’re the only facility who has been affected.  Have you ever noticed on some pages in some software if you chose an item from a drop down and then scroll down using the roller on your mouse, that the choice you made in the drop down scrolls with the page & as soon as you click into the next field the scroll in the drop down stops, but now there’s a different answer there than the one you intended?  Well one of our data collection programs does this, and it has such huge query fields you have to scroll down to see the next query.  If you know to click any blank space outside the dropdown BEFORE you scroll the drop down may not scroll, but on some programs you can’t use the mouse to scroll at all you have to uses the side bar down arrow.  This is one of those programs!  So I have discovered, completely by accident that almost half (maybe more) of the numeric values entered using the drop down are higher than the real numbers intentionally entered by the abstractor.  Fortunately in this case the higher number in that particular field coupled with the appropriate NO we didn’t intervene in another field makes us look bad, (you’re supposed to intervene when patients score high on risk indicator… duh… ) so no one can accuse of of fudging to look good, (who would fudge to look bad after all?) but I just spent hours working on an action plan to correct our bad performance when it wasn’t really bad.  There were three other issues I just couldn’t explain either.  The charts said one thing, the data said another.   Why?  & I couldn’t make the leap to believe that there was any deliberate number fudging going on.  The soft ware has so many holes in it.  If I enter all the audit questions before I enter patient demographics, none of the skip logic works, yet the correct demographics get saved.  Skip logic should boot certain questions and enable others.  Since demographics is the most time consuming step, of course the abstractor clicks quickly up through the quick yes no N/A queries before manually entering cumbersome stuff like times dates, record numbers.  Well, even though he’s entering a brand new patient, and has selected a new file to do so, all the demographics times and dates from the previous patient autopopulate to the new file.  sooo… if skip logic for someone under 50 years of age is enabled but this new patient is over 50, all the over 50 queries are blanked out.  If your prior patient was admitted, but this patient was discharged you’re asked how long it took from arrival to final disposition (& assumes this was the ER admission holding time)… even after you enter the real birthday and the actual discharge disposition for this patient, none of the skip logic that should have disabled or enabled certain queries works once a single query has been populated before the demographics have been corrected. 

Now I ask you?  Why would any programer allow old data from totally different cases pre-populate & drive selections for new cases unless corrected first, expecially when there is a less than 0.01% chance the next case entry will be for the same patient?   Why wouldn’t demographically dependant skip logic not automatically enable as soon as the correct demographics was replaced even if data was entered into an unecessary field? and why wouldn’t missing data warnings be enabled if the correct demographics enable previously skipped fields before letting the abstractor file? 

Why does this bug me?  Because, hard working busy people develop intellegent strategies to make their work flow efficient.  If they aren’t even warned about which strategies may produce error, they are set up. Anytime you require a triple check to assure accuracy and it’s not possible to have a second person complete the verification you guarantee errors, because you know what -intelligent, hard working, busy people will read the same mistake as correct all three times.  They’re busy, they KNOW they did it right the first time their original thought process is still there alive and vivid in their minds….  

So, tomorrow’s gonna be another fun day.  Never in my wildest dreams when I went to nursing school did I ever dream that I was going to have to troubleshoot software glitches that call into question data integrity.  Of course I never thought I’d be writing and spearheading implementation of action plans to improve performance for whole departments and the facility I worked for either.

It’s all good.  Wanna know why?

1.  Because mostly it’s never boring and often it’s fun, but

2.  Because when it becomes overwhelming and stressful, makes me bitchy, snotty or full of self doubt. the best cure is a sound spanking, and ya’ll know I’m gonna get some of those relatively soon. 

So?  How was your day/week/month? 

 

OK one more day…..

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

Goodness gracious but I’ve been a snotty shit tonight!  It’s a good thing I didn’t post what I thought to post.  *g*!

Twas a snotty bad girl thing I assure you…..

God willing, tomorrow will be a better day.  ;)

Affirmation & Laws of Attraction

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

OK so I told y’all that I’m working “The Secret.”  I’ve watched the DVD and I’m downloading the weekly lessons and I’m enjoying the palpable shift in energy that comes with just a few weeks of trying to redirect my thoughts.  It’s not likely that you’ll never again read a ‘patty rant’ here, though I do hope that when you do it will come from a place of humor again.  Some of you may remember those days?  When I used to simply observe the silly irritations of everyday life the way I experienced them from a place of funny retrospection.  The primary message of “The Secret” is that whatever your thoughts are focused on feeds the energy drawn to you.  Think negative thoughts & you will draw them, think positive thoughts & you will draw them….  example:  think ‘I don’t want to be poor.’ and being poor becomes the energy you draw; think ‘I will be rich’ and being rich is ithe energy you draw.  There’s a bit more to it, but essentially that’s the basic message.I’ve had a few of those draw negative energy days recently, but I’ve also had a raging kidney infection that made me practically catatonic for several days last week.  I’ve also been bruising deeply with barely a touch.  I had a ton of lab work done last week, and while nothing points in any serious direction, I’ve been taken off the once a month arthritis medicine I’ve been on so that when I go up to Houston for my bi-annual breast cancer check up, the high but non-functional platelet count, low H&H and elevated white count with slightly abnormal MCHC, will either be resolved, or if not be able to be interpreted without a drug effect.  I already know it’s the drug.  I have none of the sense of foreboding that came a few years ago when feeling that lump made my blood run cold.  Even so, I’ve been feeling like crap for the last 10 days.  I’m sorry that’s made me quiet.  Thank goodness for Levaquin.  Here’s a frightening though for y’all.   I’m BaaaaaacK.  LOLOLOLOLOLOL!

I enjoyed a full day at work today and even joked with the CEO.  We had to talk about some potential issues that some external scruitinizers who are coming down to see us soon will probably flag.  He laughed and said “what, you mean because X has no spine?”   I had to laugh too, because he was right, then I chuckled and told him I was working ‘The Secret” and had to think about that from the positive.  He wasn’t familiar with the secret, so I gave him a quickie synopsis.  I closed with this; “I want the respect of the medical staff, I can have the respect of the medical staff, I deserve the respect of the medical staff, and what’s more I am operating now as though I already have the respect of the medical staff, and if I keep that in the forefront of my though process and approach, within 30 days I’m going to begin to see rewards.”  He laughed, raised his eyebrows and said “30 days?”  I had to laugh & smile too.  Stranger things are possible right?

Then at lunch I had a neat one on one chat with one of the folks I usually enjoy lunch with, but almost always we dine with a huge crew.  I love her because she’s one of those cozy happy people who lives a whole life outside work.  She crafts, paints, slumps glass and she is totally involved in  her family.  Today no body joined us.  I mentioned “the secret,” and how I was really going to try and live it, and she laughed.  “Oh you mean Affirmation?”

I agreed with her they were probably related, and then she proceeded to share with me her ‘affirmation’ experience.  It involved colors and images.  Her daughter had just broken up with a boy friend (not something my friend was at all upset about by the way) and she sensed her daughter’s loss, so she found a photo of a married couple and mounted it on yellow paper so she could contemplate it with her daughter in mind every day.   She laughed when she shared that the only picture she could find was a bride & groom who were the same height.  She knew her daughter wanted a taller mate, but guess what?  In les than a year her daughter met a soul mate & is now married 21 years to a man the same height as she is.  The other ‘affirmation’ image she laughed and *warned*  me about was the house she pressed on red paper for herself.  She wanted a home with a pool.  The photo she found was of a home with a pool and the home owner was cleaning the pool.  Not even a year later they got such a home, and they could only afford to care for it themselves.  I had a huge belly laugh today when she described the work involved in pool self cleaning for two adults who work very long hours, and how their sadly neglected pool ended up losing them equity on the home.  She told it with such humor.  Her message?  ‘Be Careful what you ask for/wish for/envision for yourself, you just might get it as is.’

I’m not about to let myself be derailed from the “I ask for”  “I can have”  “I deserve to have”  “I’m already living it,”  approach, though.  It feels right and intelligent.

Honestly the only thing I want that is out of the ordinary is regular appropriately motivated spankings.  What an affirmation that would be huh?  Patty get’s her bare bottom spanked regularly, often and for every appropriate reason?

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Thanks y’all for being here with me.  I am grateful for all of you, grateful for your support, your loyalty, your friendship.

The Secret?

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

The Secret

This basic truth of life is recently being marketed as a “secret’ known only by a select few, and even being withheld from us by the powerful.  For most of us, it’s always been there, though it’s been communicated and imbued with differing degrees of power.  I admit fully that having my focus pointed to it with more force lately has helped me gather and even regain strength, but I must say that none of this is news.

The wonderful most satisfying possibilities of life have been the fodder for probably ever happy dream, and just maybe it’s been the wind beneath the wings of every worthy and lasting success.  I’ll even ask for the things I want;

  • A man who loves me, believes in and values the things I do; that must include spanking and DD.
  • A job that fully uses my skills and a leadership team that values them.
  • A secure home where all the little things that touch me and have value are visible to those closest to me, and where I can reciprocate – this includes all of my family, not just the man who shares my bed.
  • An outlet for my written and drawn art that brings emotional and significant economic prosperity.
  • To live to see sexual, erotic and artistic freedom become real.
  • To eiither earn (#1) or win enough money before I am 55,  so that absolute comfort with all of the above is possible before God calls me home.

That’s 1st  step of achieving “The Secret.”  Those are the things I want.  I’ve actually asked for them in kind of a round about ways all my life, so, even so, there they are.  I wrote them down; the 6 things that could make Patty whole.  6 things.

Next thing is to believe I can have them…

Goodness gracious!  Whether they are mine or not, I know there are literally 100’s of men who believe in DD, and who like me just because I speak their language.  I’ve been blessed to find someone new who loves me because God’s let me find my way under his skin….  Time will tell about #1, but truth is it’s beyond past a given….

Let’s leave my job out there.  My insecurities are too extreme at the moment for me to see any kind of plan at work… just life, unreasonable expectations and impossible achievement for one person….

  • I see it coming…. MMMM
  • Lots of readers, lots of art lovers, almost no payers, but then I’ve only bee able to find limited outlet, 99% restrict explicit content….  Do I have to create an explicit place myself, and when I do, will my friends welcome everyone?
  • See # 5
  • I would  like to earn enough through my internet spanking work that I could write & draw erotica and not have to do anything else to make ends meet.  I’d like to be comfortable enough that enjoying the internet and traveling to advance my work was easy/fun/tax deductible.  I certainly deserve it….  I really do!

I’ve asked, and I hope I can have and most especially deserve each of these things….

The next tenet of the secret that it’s supposed to absolutely ensure it’s success in our lives is that we live as if we have already received.  OK so here I go, I deserve and will have everything I’ve asked for and believed I deserve.  I’m going to rehearse then live my life of answered prayers.

Just so it’s clear I’ve already been blessed by so many answered prayers and blessed surprises.  That there could be more for me fills me with a wonderful sense of warmth and encouragement.  Money is the only elusive actually – enough so everything works right will do, OK????

To the man my secret may motivate…. Spank me please.  Love me and as you do expect me to be accountable. Understand my moods and give them just credence.\

I’ve got a bit more to say about the true relevance of this whole idea when it comes to 2 month olds & 2 year olds with incurable diseases… but that’s for another day.   For now I’ll go will the me factor, and hope it’s got power….  J

Love patty

Fly Home to Him

Tuesday, April 17th, 2007

With deep sadness and prayers for so many young lives taken so soon, families experiencing such incomprehensible loss and a young man so tormented he could make such a desperately terrifying choice.

 

To the Arms of the Angels

 

With love

A Couple of draft ideas…..

Sunday, April 15th, 2007

How does a women bring up needing to be spanked with her partner who seems very comfy in their current comfy wave?  I’m not just thinking of the 1st time, or necessarily because it’s time in an established but still growing “she asked him for this ” relationship…  It’s an open to everyone thought….

Musings about When…

copyright 2007 patty

 

 

 

Many Thoughts
Such errant thoughts
It’s been so calm
Far, far too calm
 Within her mind
Would calm unwind?
To broach her thoughts
Very errant thoughts
 

Collecting trust
Was her first must
Gathering courage
A critical stage
 How can he take
This for her sake
Her need for this thing
That makes her heart sing
 

In the midst the peace
Where stessors called cease
When every thing’s well
Just what makes her tell?
  Please spank me hard
No mercy, just hard
My heart needs to free
Get past calm to glee.
 Please spank till I cry
There’s no reason why
Just a need for release
Beyond calm into peace.
 

 

Thinkin’

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

MaggieDear tagged me as a blog that makes her think.   To use her words, I bounce around in her mind.  LOL! And awwwwww!  I must say, that I’ve been very blessed having been credited with being the inspiration for some incredibly talented folks taking on the challenge and enjoying the rewards of blogging.  I’ve been incredibly touched and honored to be told that I was a catalyst for so many women to open up to their partners about their needs, and it’s very special to me that more people than I can count found the world of spanko and related blogs through mine.  I’ll never live up to the credits, but I will keep trying.I read so many blogs quietly.  Some folks will never know I read them.

I think about literally every post I read on every blog, and I read a lot.  Most of the time I’m an outsider looking in; not because I’ve got nothing to offer, it’s mostly because I’m a little shy about intruding, though I’m getting past some of that these days.  I’ve tried to keep to myself & just be here where only folks who seek me out need to put up with me.  *g*   That may change before too long though.  bigger *G*

I’m thankful to the folks who’ve come with me because they understood my heart.

5 blogs?   Only 5?  Oh my goodness!  My favorites list is hundreds long!!!!!!!!!

Here goes…

MaggieDear, honestly this is not a thank you pat on the back… I’m incredibly fascinated by her journey & the way she’s chosen to explore it.  We’re all like her really.  Living the life we’ve been given.  Can we be so courageous and seek what we need?  When faced with his emotional and social reticence do we cower away from his fears or berate him to meet us?    I love Maggie’s approach, and I’m confident MrC’s going to understand soon.

Nancy (Smart & Naughty) may not post a lot, but she’s so frank about the challenges she’s living as her LDD relationship evolves.  She’s a beacon for me, and always says things I’ve thought & never dared to say….Natty is one of my all time favorite spanking writers, from long before I was an internet entity or blogger.  Her blog is just so comfortable, so generative, so welcoming.  If you visit you’ll be drawn in to intellectual places you might never go to.

Myths & Metawhores… Lena’s blog.  Silent for several months, only the blogspot remnant of it remains.  I mourn her silence, though I understand it.  I go back often to check and the other day I was pleasantly surprised!  Lena has a note up promising that soon she’ll be back on line so I’m very pleased.  Soon, when she’s back to posting, those who didn’t visit before will understand why she is on my list.

Alex Birch always has new stories, and is just an all around nice guy….

And since I pulled a fast one and retagged MaggieD I’m gonna sneak in a bonus.  The ever active Tiggr. Who keeps her blog current and constantly interactive.  Don’t know where she gets her energy.Now how do I reconcile all the other blogs I read and who make me think daily?  Figleaf,  Theresa, Sue, Greenwoman, & sooooooo many more.OK, Nancy, Natty, Lena & Alex, Tiggr you’re tagged…  5 bloggers who make you think? 

To the folks I’ve chosen if you wish to continue the chain, here are the rules:1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to five blogs that make you think.

2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.

3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote

 

Disperate tastes…. and harmony any way

Monday, April 9th, 2007

Prelude - all of this is resolved, cleaned up and at peace… shared because we’re not alone or really unique … 

John and I had a minor disagree-ment about this drawing.  He didn’t care for the frozen in time deformation of the perfection of the spanking ready female bare bottom.  I completely grasp and understand the meaning of a clean & pristine before, or thoroughly punished after image.  From a feed the fantasy point of view, the unspanked and the well spanked certainly offer fuel.  But I identify with the being spanked and what they need to share too.

I was a bit surprised to find that my impact drawing held only limited appeal for John  Of course he didn’t know that I’d devoted most of Saturday to rendering it, hoping the strap was going to be something he liked.  He did like the pure technical ’execution’ of it, but he missed something vital & that was the impact & how it could play into more…..

The moment of impact makes us all equal - perfect, skinny, healthy, over weight and those of us much softer having lost significant weight.   The wobbling liquid deformation is universal. THANk YOU GOD!  No real bottom wobbles or implodes to a recognized image of the rounded heart shaped ideal., even the most toned (if healthy wobbles, jiggles and deforms). 

Then again, there’s the deeper meaning of that split second of impact.  Ashamed and self conscious though I fully admit I am related to it - the wobble and fleshy fatty jiggle especially, I’m a realist too.  That moment reaches so much deeper into self/self image and trust in her partner for the spankee.  The intense flame of meaning has had it’s wick lit with the deforming impact.  It reaches consciousness first - the intense burn of the strap and all that it’s being applied for, or the discomforting knowledge that there was a breif unattractive flattenning and wobble of flesh when the strap hit whether she was ready or not….

The burn, of course is key, and that may well be the end point for some, but not all of us.

For me, the impact coalesces all of my inhibitions, vanities, and ooggies about the truths of the mechanics of spanking with that irrevokably intense sensory moment that it’s happening and all tat the psychological dynamics mean it’s not going to stop until it’s right.

So the unspoken, the desired, the expected and the best mesh…

A fight?   LOLOLOLOLOL nope… just comfort evolving. 

Love you John!

 

hehehehe!

Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007

I’m invited to go to a rock concert, something I have never done before… OK so I sat on a lawn chair under the setting sun and enjoyed Alabama give a concert at Sea World San Antinio years ago, but I’ve never been to an actual rock concert before.  Sting & the Police no less.  I’m gonna listen to this   “Every breath you take” among may other Police classics on a warm bottom, or maybe on a cool bottom that is soon to be warmed….  neat huh?

This new wrinkle moves up the date when John and I will touch in physical terms from September to July.  Man o man!!!!!! 

;)

Got a back log of post ideas…. just no time to offer them up.  TY for your loyalty & patience.

Love

patty

edit, April 6, 2007  found a you tube link to the song….

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Thursday, March 29th, 2007

51/49, DD, balance of power, power exchange, respect, trust, etc…

I’ve given the whole idea of equality among people, men and women in particular, and the relative balance of power in relationships a lot of thought over the years.  I personally don’t believe that there really is a possibility for there to be true equality in a marriage, partnership or any relationship for that matter.  Each of us brings different strengths and weaknesses and different talents and abilities to the equation, and out of that, by pure pragmatic necessity, in each different situation, imbalance is forced and just plain simply natural.  I believe that our worth, value and mutual respect are more important concepts than equality is, especially as absolutes, and if equality must come into the equation, in my opinion, it really does so as a qualifier for those more pertinent ideas.

Those of us wired to prefer the bottom or submissive role, not just in the bedroom but also in the emotional, spiritual and psychological dynamics of our lives as a couple, possess unique strengths and weaknesses; as do those wired to prefer the Top or Dominant role.  When well matched, the strengths of each blend well to make a stronger whole.  My best example is when someone with the ability and strong need to lead and be decisive is partnered with someone with the opposite ability and need to support and nurture that is also strong, the result is a much more successful team than couples who compete for the lead, or conversely share the need to be lead.   That’s not all I believe in this regard either.  When couples are well matched, often their relative weaknesses also dovetail with each other’s strengths such that they are offset and lose some of their potential to undermine. The example I have from my own experiences is that when both have stubborn or selfish tendencies, their stronger lead and support bond can, with communication and insight mitigate the potential discord.  Every couple has to deal with the impact of their additive weaknesses though.  Respect, trust and the capacity to be understanding, communicate and of course keep their love in sight are the answer to that.

Well I’m sure that’s clear as mud.  To recap hopefully for clarity; I just don’t believe that men and women or any couple, of any gender are really equal in the literal sense of the word, I believe we are each different, unique individuals who bring different strengths, weaknesses, talents and potential to the table.

That said, I also believe that the laws of attraction are part of a divine design that tends to bring these unequal but complimentary sets of strengths, talents and potential together, especially when we as individuals listen to the hints and cues (insights) life constantly bounces our way about ourselves.

50/50 certainly defines the mutuality of choosing to embark on a DD partnership that include spanking, discipline and the dominance and submission required to do that in a manner that is healthy.

51/49 for me at least acknowledges the different relative strengths of a couple who’ve decided that the unforeseen disputes will be placed on the table, all sides and possibilities examined and when that’s done, one of them own the deciding vote.  The truth of this balance being that already very compatible beliefs, values, desires and goals will rarely ever force this card to need to be played.

The balance of power could shift significantly should discipline or punishment come up, but I believe again that reciprocal needs are being met when these acts are undertaken.  The power exchange again is mutual (and should be).  There may be moments when the dynamic approaches 100/0 or hovers to 70/30, especially when I’m not initially on the right page, but the mutuality of this lifestyle choice and my ethical commitment to it and us, out of necessity will eventually shift it back to where it is implement or hand to butt until the distressor is dealt with, catharsis accomplished and balance restored.

I would say 50/50 DD aptly describes those relationships where both partners spank and are spanked, and where this occurs to accomplish not just clearing the air for the person on the spanking end, but also for the person who determines that a spanking administered to the other will clear their lingering feelings.

For me, 51/49 acknowledges our mutuality, his role as the careful decider should there be conflict, my role understanding and owning my need to be honest when I need catharsis, and our shared desire to be Top and Bottom, such that, should he ever just need to spank, just as I am allowed to ask to be spanked, he can ask to spank.

Of course it’s probably obvious that I’m not a feminist, though I’m not anti feminism either.  I’m humanist I think.  I believe that our differences, male to female, Top to bottom, Dominant to submissive are a much more valuable study than arbitrary concepts like equality … expressing the possible balance of power in DD numerically is more a means to inspire introspection and discussion than define it for any one.

Thanks to all of you who have let it bounce around in your brain and examined it against your truth. 

51/49 DD/spanking relationship Just asking….

Tuesday, March 27th, 2007

A 51/49 split in power;  one sincere quantification of a DD partnership.

What a neat quantification of roles!  Any thoughts?

Does a 51/49 balance work for you? why?

Thank you for your thoughtful feedback

love y’all

patty

Whew, what a week!

Friday, March 23rd, 2007

Work has been busy, if a bit on the irritating side.  I just don’t have the mental RAM I once did, and I just hate it when I have to nag, pester and even embarrass peers when they don’t do what they were supposed to do.   & When I don’t, when I drop the ball as a nag and remind them late, they do what they should have been doing all along sooooo late and so rush jobbed that they dump the frazzled product on my lap to make heads or tails of at the very last minute.   grrrr… ok enough complaining…..

It has also been a whirlwind week in the building relationships department.  I erroneously assumed based on a series of weird and uniquely internet cues and assumptions that John already knew the whole sordid story about me.  I discovered that he’d skipped/missed most of it & didn’t really know.  Then came the natural questions and my paniced recoil.  How is it that I could face the anonymous spanking/DD world and let them have their say about me and my worth, yet I could not face questions from someone who’d only ever accepted & shared empathy with me? Why?

Fear of loss of someone whom my every instinct tells me is right & has always been out there for me is the only answer I can come up with.

I’m sending deep prayers of thanks to God, His son, and all of the cosmos for this chance and for the wisedom and understanding John has been able to give me.  I sent him to the old posts and waited.  If I say my wait was calm I’d be lying.  I spent every second of the day literally trembling in fear that my mistakes were coming back to haunt, punish & take me out. He’s read. He’s heard from outside observers.  He’s seen how helplessness an fear let me spiral into a place of panic.  He’s talked me out of panic where I might have needed/taken medication, but instead found calm just in his voice & sharing some of the artwork he sent in a tube and envelop to me.

I’m blessed, afraid and excited.

Blesssed because God has given me John, and challenged me with his very personal and human expectations.  I never though or dared hope for life beyond my past.  Now the future is so rich…

Afraid, because there’s still crap in the archives & my history he’s never seen.  Patty’s a real wench, very high maintenance, exhausting maintenance I think.  I couldn’t live with me….

I’m excited because the potential of John is so unexpected and so promising.  I’ve lived in a perpetual state of heat for weeks since he came into my life.  I’m not ashamed to admit that the day I posted my story ‘being punished’ & he added his, I was already VERY distracted.  I take myself (masturbate); literally, thinking of him, things he has said and the possiblity that it’ll culminate in intimacy almost every day, and last Sunday I was beyond a rabbit, coming 4 or 5 times.

I so need to be spanked hard, I so need to be allowed to give him resolution orally.

Dreams do come true.  They really do….

Life gives us gifts once in a while, I’m living one right now…