Sunday, March 21, 2010


Be Warned

This is one of my favorite times of the year. The NCAA college basketball tournament is underway. Thursday and Friday, I planted myself in front of my television at 11 am each day, and I did not get up until the all of the games of the day were over. With my main television, a smaller portable, a desktop PC, and a laptop, I could watch as many as four games at one time. It was bliss.

Unfortunately, Saturday did not begin quite so well. We had received one of those promotional giveaway boxes of Chocolate Cheerios in the mail the other day, so I opted for those as my morning repast. I figured that I like chocolate, and I like Cheerios, so Chocolate Cheerios should be pretty good, right?


The cereal tasted neither like chocolate nor like Cheerios. Furthermore, cereal is supposed to be crunchy. However, I had no sooner poured milk on said Chocolate Cheerios than they turned into a substance more similar dark brown mush. Rather than cereal, my breakfast more closely resembled really runny pudding. They were so bad that not even Flash, Luke's dalmatian puppy, wouldn't eat them, and Flash once ate a truck tire.

Thankfully, the day improved from that point forward. It progressed to basketball, then to spanking, then to a naked wife and more spanking, etc., etc.

But that, my friends, is a story for another day. One that I might even relate to you in the coming days.

In conclusion, if you are one who often goes for cold cereal for breakfast, I cannot recommend Chocolate Cheerios.

Unless you like runny chocolate pudding.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


More Meme Of A Theme

Today, I will address two of the last questions from the long spanking meme that I began sometime in the Clinton administration.

48. Would you rather be spanked exclusively on your bottom or other places could be interesting too?
Bottoms were made for spanking. They are the correct size, shape, and location. The human tush is also one of the major erogenous zones. So, for those of us where spanking is part of our sexuality, the multiple sensations to the gluteous maximus that come from a spanking is most welcome.

Angela and I almost exclusively restrict the locations on each other that we spank to the buttocks. If we are having a particularly intense spanking session, we might work our way down to the top of the thighs. If one is in a place where they are looking for a more vividly painful experience after one's bottom has been well punished, spanking the thighs can provide a quite exquisite sensation.

I have never tried being spanked on the hands, feet, nipples, genitals, or other spots that some might considered spankable, nor do I wish to.

49.Would you rather a spanking be a surprise or be something you have to look
forward to?
For the most part, in a spanking relationship, I'm not sure that any spanking is truly a surprise. For the spankee, you know that you're going to be spanked eventually. You just may not know when. In my case, I look forward to all spankings, whether or not I know when I am going to get them. That being said, it is always pleasant when Angela expresses a desire to spank me, then sets the time for that spanking somewhere in the future. The anticipation is always delicious. Indeed, in the past, I may not have been in a spanking mood, but then Angela will mention that she'd like to redden my rump later that day. I always have to choice to turn down the spanking when the time comes. Usually, however, as I consider what is to occur and the pleasure that it usually brings, my mood changes and, by the time the appointed hour has arrived, my bottom is plenty ready for whatever she has planned.

In addition, jointly planning a spanking is also something that Angela and I enjoy doing. We have been known to sit down in the morning and discuss when the spankings will take place, what implements will be used, what positions will be employed, etc. We will frequently allow some part of the spanking to be decided by random choice. For example, we might choose four implements, then using a standard deck of cards, assign each implement to one suits in the deck. Then we will draw cards. We might also let the cards determine how many spankings someone will get, such as one must keep drawing and being spanked until they have drawn at least one card in each suit. We might also set up a scenario for spanking, and then use the results of the roleplaying to determine the type and severity of the spankings. In this fashion we have had times where we've maybe there were only one or two spankings given, and others where the spanking session lasted multiple hours or even days.

Finally, since we have had children for the past 24 years, it has not really been feasible for one of us to say to the other, "I'm going to spank you right now!" Instead we have needed to have some foresight as to an opportunity when would have some time to ourselves, perhaps when the children were at school, or had gone to play with friends. As I'm sure many of you will attest, this can be frustrating at times, but when opportunity is then found to engage in some spanking activity, the fun seems extra satisfying.

Therefore, indeed, I like spankings to be something that I can look forward to, and I look forward to all spankings.

The final question sums up ones approach to their whole spanking existance, and, as such, will require a post of its own for me to address.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010


Frank Muses About Sex

Age has a funny way of messing with elapsed time. When you're a kid in school, those last two hours before the end of the day seem to take forever. When you start to work for a living, the time between now and Friday seems to go at a glacial pace. When Angela was pregnant, the last three months before our children were born felt more like three years.

When you get to be my age, the years whiz by like cars on the expressway.

Angela and I still have a happy, regular sex life. When we first met, we would rut like bunnies. At every opportunity, we would fool around with considerable gusto. If more than two days passed without us having intercourse, it felt like we hadn't touched each other in ages. I've always felt like that hasn't changed. I never was the kind of person who was satisfied with the obligatory once-a-week boink. Despite children, work, volunteering, sickness, and injury, we are never hesitant to get naked with each other and do so as often as possible.

So, the other day, whilst laying in bed watching the last part of the Olympic closing ceremonies, Angela and I thought that a little kanoodle
was in order. I remarked to Angela that I was most pleased with how often we engaged in our marital relations.

My dear wife chuckled. "How often do you think we have sex?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh," replied I, "two, maybe three times a week." Angela chuckled again, at least until I did something that elicited something more carnal than a chuckle.

When we finished
our little romp, Angela posed the question again, and suggested that, to get a clearer picture, we try to remember how many times we had copulated in 2010. I don't wish to brag, but our lovemaking tends to be fairly memorable, so the chore was not that difficult. I had procured a pen and paper to keep track of the count.

When we felt like we had included each time, I tallied up the total and determined that the number of times that Angela and I have had sex in 2010 was:


Or ... about once a week.

And it seemed like we had our last roll in the day just a day or two before.

I guess that two days just isn't like it used to be when we were younger.

After concluding our analysis, I had a question for my darling wife.

"My dear, shall we go for number ten?"

Her smile was answer enough for me.

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