Friday, April 06, 2007
Yet Another Seal Sighting
Things have been rather busy here at the Spanko household. Maribel is home for the Easter weekend. There have been a steady stream of her friends stopping by to have her relive her fine run through the basketball tournament. Colette’s school is off for a week, and she has decided that all of her friends have to visit her, which they seem to gladly do. In addition, Angela’s parents are spending the holiday with us. Even though they have the guest house all to themselves, they spend every waking moment in the main house, making sure that Angela does not over-stress herself and her bad back. Unfortunately, my stress level does not seem to concern them.
On top of all that, I haven’t been spanked in ages.
Well, life could be worse. I could be responsible for cooking Easter dinner for twenty people.
Actually, it will be more like fifteen.
Angela invited Bernie and her partner. Since her parental units are here, she also invited her sister, her husband, and their two rug rats. The weather in this part of the country has turned ridiculously cold, so the tots will have to be entertained indoors. Maribel’s boyfriend will be joining us. Finally, Angela wouldn’t feel proper (so she said) if she didn’t check with my dear mother to see if my parents had Easter plans (they didn’t). Naturally, since Angela’s back is still a little crotchety, she can’t spend a great deal of time on her feet. So while my darling wife gets to play gracious host, your’s truly gets prepare Easter dinner. And fetch drinks. And clean up. And provide computer advice for the entire family. And not kill anyone in the process.
I could really use that spanking right about now. Alas, it shall have to wait until after the holiday and her parents return to the warmer climes of Florida.
So, since there are no spankings on which to report, I shall instead report on a charitable event that should be of some interest for you, my loyal spanko readers.
It seems that a fair number of lovely, British ladies who make their living in the spanking entertainment trade, have decided to use a part of their anatomy somewhat lower than their bottoms to raise money for a worthy cause. For those of you with filthy minds, I am not referring to their naughty bits, but to their legs. These ladies have agreed to run the distance of five kilometers (or three miles for those who still have not stopped to learn the metric system) and to collect pledges in an effort to support cancer research. They are calling their effort Bums On The Run.
Please click on the banner or the link so that you may learn more about the ladies who are running, the cause they are running for, and how you may make a donation in their name.
I know far too many people who have died from cancer, including family members. Far too many more are living with it or have survived it, usually after a difficult recovery period. So for these beautiful spankos to give their time and their lungs to this cause it, to me at least, quite admirable. I wish them well and offer them my support.
In addition, I am so impressed with the lengths that these ladies are going to, that I wish to reward them by presenting to them the Frank Spanko Seal Of Approval.
He shall even be glad to accompany them on their run, provided they keep his skin damp.
I commend you ladies. What you are doing is truly fantastic.
On top of all that, I haven’t been spanked in ages.
Well, life could be worse. I could be responsible for cooking Easter dinner for twenty people.
Actually, it will be more like fifteen.
Angela invited Bernie and her partner. Since her parental units are here, she also invited her sister, her husband, and their two rug rats. The weather in this part of the country has turned ridiculously cold, so the tots will have to be entertained indoors. Maribel’s boyfriend will be joining us. Finally, Angela wouldn’t feel proper (so she said) if she didn’t check with my dear mother to see if my parents had Easter plans (they didn’t). Naturally, since Angela’s back is still a little crotchety, she can’t spend a great deal of time on her feet. So while my darling wife gets to play gracious host, your’s truly gets prepare Easter dinner. And fetch drinks. And clean up. And provide computer advice for the entire family. And not kill anyone in the process.
I could really use that spanking right about now. Alas, it shall have to wait until after the holiday and her parents return to the warmer climes of Florida.
So, since there are no spankings on which to report, I shall instead report on a charitable event that should be of some interest for you, my loyal spanko readers.
It seems that a fair number of lovely, British ladies who make their living in the spanking entertainment trade, have decided to use a part of their anatomy somewhat lower than their bottoms to raise money for a worthy cause. For those of you with filthy minds, I am not referring to their naughty bits, but to their legs. These ladies have agreed to run the distance of five kilometers (or three miles for those who still have not stopped to learn the metric system) and to collect pledges in an effort to support cancer research. They are calling their effort Bums On The Run.
Please click on the banner or the link so that you may learn more about the ladies who are running, the cause they are running for, and how you may make a donation in their name.I know far too many people who have died from cancer, including family members. Far too many more are living with it or have survived it, usually after a difficult recovery period. So for these beautiful spankos to give their time and their lungs to this cause it, to me at least, quite admirable. I wish them well and offer them my support.
In addition, I am so impressed with the lengths that these ladies are going to, that I wish to reward them by presenting to them the Frank Spanko Seal Of Approval.
He shall even be glad to accompany them on their run, provided they keep his skin damp.I commend you ladies. What you are doing is truly fantastic.
