tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276589432024-03-07T09:14:15.842-05:00Fantastic SpankingA TOTALLY UNREAL recounting of my life and my spankings. Everything you are about to read is NOT TRUE. The names haven't been changed because they were totally made up in the first place.Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.comBlogger260125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-45224614901059383072010-04-16T21:20:00.003-05:002010-04-16T21:30:57.705-05:00Spankings Solve Everything<span style="font-size:85%;">When you get to be my age, there is a problem to being handsome... all of your fellow male co-workers feel the need to come to you for advice with their intimate relationship problems.<br /><br />Fortunately, with my looks, I don't often have that problem.<br /><br />However, the other day I was having lunch with a younger former co-worker. He confided to me that he was afraid his wife might be think of asking for a divorce. When I asked why, he told me that his better half had become rather uninteresting in bed. I believe the phrase he used was "cold fish." He went on to say that he thought his spouse had lost interest in him and was thus not anxious to engage in sexual relations.<br /><br />Since I really did not give the proverbial rat's ass about his marital problems or his sex life, I tried several different approaches to change the subject to one more insubstantial, but this gentleman seemed to think that I was a font of advice and was desirous of sharing it. So, after listening to him whine for several more minutes, I told him that perhaps their sex life had become rather boring.<br /><br />"But we've had sex the same way for years and she always enjoyed it!" was his response.<br /><br />"Did your wife's disinterest seem to happen suddenly or has her libido gradually waned?" I asked.<br /><br />"Well ... I'm not sure...".<br /><br />So not only was this person boring, but he was clueless. So I suggested the one thing that all Spankos offer to spice up lovemaking.<br /><br />"Why don't you try spanking her," I said.<br /><br />My lunch partner was aghast. "Won't that hurt her?" her asked.<br /><br />"Probably," I responded, "but maybe she'll like it."<br /><br />After a period of refreshing, if awkward, silence, during which he mulled over my advice, he hesitantly said that he might give spanking a try. Truthfully, I thought this guy was more likely to be spanked than to give a spanking, but I wanted to move the conversation past his problems, so I let it go. We finished our lunch and went our own ways.<br /><br />Later that day, I related our conversation to Angela. "Good answer," was her response. I thought she was being sarcastic.<br /><br />"No, seriously, Frank, that was a good answer. If this guy's wife is bored in bed, anything he does to take charge and change things up will probably turn her on."<br /><br />A few days later, my friend called me to relate what had happened, even though I had forgotten about our earlier discussion and didn't really care anyway.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQjT2EK6qQo0eFRXNldtk0l5jcWwKNcfA8zWJNnh4nv_WZH072Ecwp1vmgG0YOxg62xZZ4Uev40mGX5Wrbikl_IFrLfoKLNurJGDj_gV-kKMJdRj1zCFvYslW7bv3WW2AgTZj_A/s1600/co-otk.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQjT2EK6qQo0eFRXNldtk0l5jcWwKNcfA8zWJNnh4nv_WZH072Ecwp1vmgG0YOxg62xZZ4Uev40mGX5Wrbikl_IFrLfoKLNurJGDj_gV-kKMJdRj1zCFvYslW7bv3WW2AgTZj_A/s320/co-otk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460927509713822498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Apparently, when my he went home that night, he asked his wife to come to the bedroom where he wanted to talk to her. He nervously told her that she had been bad and he was going to spank her. He took hold of her arm and pulled her over his lap, then tentatively patted her bottom a couple of times. He then proceeded to confess that he was afraid that she wanted to leave him and that he'd do anything so that she'd remain his wife. This little whiny disclosure somewhat irritated his wife, who responded be telling him:<br /><br />"Will you just stop your complaining and spank me already!!"<br /><br />My friend reacted by whacking her butt, rather hard, several times. He said that he was shocked at his actions, and started to apologize when his wife said, "I dare you to try that again!" He took the dare.<br /><br />To make a long story less long, they proceeded to engage in an exuberant, naked romp. Afterwards, he told her how much he admired his wife's red butt, and she admitted that she liked the warm feeling that remained on her cheeks. After some cuddling, they romped again. Now, he said, if either of them even hints at spanking, they both get so aroused that they practically run right to the bedroom.<br /><br />I was going to tell him that it might be fun if they didn't bother with the bedroom, but I figured that I'd save that one for the next person who needed advice about their sex life.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-12077705701053655182010-04-06T20:26:00.001-05:002010-04-06T20:27:32.415-05:00How A Spanko Enjoys The Final Four<span style="font-size:85%;">I was sitting around early Saturday evening waiting for the Final Four of the college basketball tournament to begin when I heard my eldest daughter, Maribel, say those words to my other daughter, Colette, and her boyfriend, Luke, that always put a smile on a healthy spanko's face:<br /><br />"Hey, guys, how about we go out and get some pizza and maybe see a movie? My treat!"<br /><br />Translation: Mom and Dad need some time alone so that they can have some nice, noisy sex, so let's get out of their way for a few hours. <br /><br />Maribel, who's twenty-four and is a spanko in her own right (although we don't talk about that), plays professional basketball in Europe. Her season is over, so she is back home. She usually is just as attached to the television during the NCAA tournament as I am. However, recently her interest has been more on the women's side of the game, and since the ladies were not in action Saturday, she was looking to spend the evening out. Colette had played a softball game earlier in the day (in the drizzle and mud, as per tradition at this time of year in this part of the country), and she didn't seem interested in sitting around the house, so she was more than happy to accompany her sister. Luke was content to go anywhere Colette went.<br /><br />While Colette and Luke were getting ready, I approached Maribel and slipped her twenty bucks. "Please keep them busy," I told her, "and do NOT get home before eleven PM!" With a big grin, Maribel told me that she would be happy to stay out late, and would call me if by some chance they were going to be back early.<br /><br />As we watched the three of them drive off (they were meeting Maribel's boyfriend at the pizza restaurant), Angela said to me, "I'll meet you back in the living room. I need to to grab a few things." By "things" I knew she meant "spanking implements."<br /><br />"And make sure that your pants are off when I get back!" she called over her shoulder as she disappeared.<br /><br />While Angela was making her preparations, I made us some Nilgiri tea. When she returned, she had removed her pants, and, in fact, had changed into a cute little t-shirt that loosely hung about half-way down her cute little tush. She was carrying a blanket and several paddles of varying sizes and weights. We snuggled down under the blanket on the sofa in front of the fireplace and sipped on our tea and watched a little more hoops. Then Angela slid over my lap and said, "I'm a little cold. Could you warm me up?"<br /><br />I reached for a hairbrush paddle and gave Angela's bare bottom a series of slow, sharp whacks while we continued to enjoy the game. I gradually increased the intensity until her cheeks were a nice, pale shade of red. I set down the paddle and rubbed her rump, allowing my hands to share the warmth on her tush. I then took up the paddle again and added some warmth.<br /><br />After a while, we switched positions and Angela used my warmed butt to warm her hands, that is after she properly warmed my butt. When her legs became tired because I was laying across them, I knelt, backwards, on the sofa and bent over the sofa back. I didn't like this because I could not see the game while I was being spanked. So I settled into a convenient position over an ottoman where I could see the television and Angela could comfortably whip my butt with a strap.<br /><br />After both of us were well-warmed, we watched the dramatic conclusion of game one (gotta love those Bulldogs!), and then decided to get serious, spanking-wise. I laid Angela over the sofa and work her over with the strap, then piled the sofa cushions up underneath her so that I could lay into her with a leather paddle. I even pulled her cute little bottom-cheeks apart and used the hairbrush paddle to spank the tender flesh there. When I was finished, her rear end was a nice, uniform shade of deep crimson, top to bottom and side to side.<br /><br />We switched positions, with me laying over the cushions and Angela wielding the weapons of mass-butt destruction (yes, that was a bad turn of phrase ... sue me). She used the leather paddle with vigor, then took up the strap to work on the more sensitive areas where the thighs meet the buttocks. Angela knows just where to strike to generate the most pain, which was intense and wonderful. Finally, she took the hairbrush paddle and had me stand up and bend over the cushions. She had me rise up on my toes to give her a more generous target, and then proceeded to pummel my poor fanny until her arm tired out. At spankings end, my backside was hot enough to barbecue hot dogs.<br /><br />Angela set down the paddle and, while I was still over the cushions, continued to work on my butt, only this time instead of whacks and slaps it was with squeezes and rubs. Her hands proceeded to explore beyond my cheeks, then her tongue replaced her hands, then ... well, you get the picture.<br /><br />Suddenly, Angela remarked, "Looks like the second game is starting."<br /><br />"That's okay," I breathlessly replied.<br /><br />"Don't you want to watch?"<br /><br />"If I miss the first few minutes, I won't mind."<br /><br />"Nonsense," replied Angela. She had me get up and she replaced the cushions to where they belonged. Then she sat me down in front of the TV.<br /><br />"Can you see the screen?" she asked.<br /><br />"Well... yeah," I answered, somewhat disgruntled.<br /><br />"Good," said she. She then proceeded to kneel in front of me, gently part my legs with her hands, and resumed her "exploring." It quickly became difficult to pay attention to the basketball action, but I didn't mind. I was having some action of my own.<br /><br />For this next part, you might want to send the children out of the room.<br /><br />Angela rose up and climbed onto the sofa, straddling my hips. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me. As per what usually happens when she does this, my eyes rolled up into my head, my head lolled back, and the noises I began to make cannot be described and can only be imagined by someone who has been there. Eventually, I felt Angela's heart begin to beat faster, and she wrapped her arms tightly around me as she continued her ride to ecstasy. Her own breathing became faster and noisier, and her arms held me tighter. We climaxed together in a sweaty, noisy embrace.<br /><br />We sat there just holding each other for several moments, catching our collective breath. When my eyes refocused, I glanced over and saw the dog, Flash, staring at the two of us like we were completely crazy.<br /><br />Well, I suppose that, for at least a while, we were.<br /><br />We disenganled, and Angela dismounted and sat next to me on the sofa. We cuddled for a bit, and then Angela turned to me, stretched, and said, "Shall I go and get the paddle?"<br /><br />At this point, two things need clarification.<br /><br />Point number one is that, in the Spanko vernacular, the phrase "the paddle" has only one meaning: The big, long, rather heavy wooden spanking paddle, in the fashion of a school or fraternity paddle. <br /><br />Point number two is that I am a person who greatly adores a good, post-coital paddling. Feeling the clout of the sturdy wood against my already well-spanked derriere while I am relaxed and calm is, to me, a most pleasant sensation. <br /><br />Angela scurried off and fetched the paddle. With her cute behind all nice and red, Angela looks simply adorable when she scurries and fetches. As she was returning, she tried to put on her "business" face. "You're really gonna get it now, mister!" she said. She tried to sound stern, but quickly dissolved into giggles. I stood up and moved behind the sofa, which sits in the middle of the room, piled up a couple of cushions so that I didn't have to stretch my hamstrings too much (it sucks getting old), and bent over, presenting a waiting bottom my darling wife.<br /><br />"How would you like it, sir?" she sarcastically asked.<br /><br />"How about medium rare," I responded.<br /><br />"Sorry, sir, but we prepare everything here well done!" And with that, Angela proceeded to deliver twenty-five nice, hard swats to my butt. When she finished, I was wonderfully warm and sore. I knew that sitting would remind me of tonight's activities for several days.<br /><br />"How was that, sir?" said my wife.<br /><br />"That was very nice, thank-you."<br /><br />"Well," Angela said, "I settle for nothing less than perfection, and your butt is not quite perfectly done yet!" So Angela laid on twenty-five more swats. <br /><br />I do so appreciate being married to a spanking perfectionist.<br /><br />When Angela finished paddling me, I thanked her by making ice cream sundaes for both of us, complete, naturally, with a cherry on the top. Then we settled down to watch the rest of the basketball game.<br /><br />Just as the game was ending, Maribel called. "Are you guys finished, or should I take everyone out for ice cream?" she asked. I chuckled at my daughter's insolence. I told her that we had enjoyed peacefully watching the games, which was essentially true except that we did other things besides just watching. I also told her that, should they wish ice cream, that I had some genuine Saunders' fudge sauce that they could use for topping if they wanted to head back to the house. Colette simply loves Saunders' fudge sauce.<br /><br />The offspring and their respective beaus arrived home in due course. Angela and I sincerely thanked Maribel for taking our other charges out for the evening. "No problem," responded Maribel. "Oh, and we're using in the guest house tonight." Apparently, Maribel and the boyfriend were planning on making some noise of their own.<br /><br />I was more than happy to leave them to their young libidos. After all, since Angela and I had enjoyed a fantastic spanking, they deserved to enjoy some, too.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-90533763958378543322010-03-21T20:58:00.003-05:002010-03-21T21:01:35.598-05:00Be Warned<span style="font-size:85%;">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.</span> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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?</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Wrong.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The cereal taste<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dzZViw0dGRGHqJgL7C7gLqmMzHWhgMNVhK3j9gGhd9ptcdeQsR-0yGQScw26AleQK4P96jz5hpEeUMEJp7ohVk5_JRK-3PlSGx7IXQpW4nR_hlwG13iJ5u2PYSSgTWzD2wmZJA/s1600-h/nochoccheerios.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dzZViw0dGRGHqJgL7C7gLqmMzHWhgMNVhK3j9gGhd9ptcdeQsR-0yGQScw26AleQK4P96jz5hpEeUMEJp7ohVk5_JRK-3PlSGx7IXQpW4nR_hlwG13iJ5u2PYSSgTWzD2wmZJA/s320/nochoccheerios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451271865572211986" border="0" /></a>d 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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">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.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">But that, my friends, is a story for another day. One that I might even relate to you in the coming days.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">In conclusion, if you are one who often goes for cold cereal for breakfast, I cannot recommend Chocolate Cheerios.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Unless you like runny chocolate pudding.</span></p>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-9378986757080936652010-03-10T18:22:00.002-05:002010-03-10T18:27:48.192-05:00More Meme Of A Theme<span style="font-size:85%;">Today, I will address two of the last questions from the long spanking meme that I began sometime in the Clinton administration.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">48. Would you rather be spanked exclusively on your bottom or other places could be interesting too? </span><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">49.Would you rather a spanking be a surprise or be something you have to look</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6fLMNOqa_zdEZVxNWf_XBux13riRitAC4FfEt709e8LbYgqX4NvkgRkmFGr-Aga1Qmssl1-S1mrhDRnez7mGnFVjehRIT-BA_sV_ty1hbVZGXGXJsB7pgTAYEnI9s8luUEa0Vg/s1600-h/surprise-spank.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6fLMNOqa_zdEZVxNWf_XBux13riRitAC4FfEt709e8LbYgqX4NvkgRkmFGr-Aga1Qmssl1-S1mrhDRnez7mGnFVjehRIT-BA_sV_ty1hbVZGXGXJsB7pgTAYEnI9s8luUEa0Vg/s320/surprise-spank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447150809420870034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> forward to? </span><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Therefore, indeed, I like spankings to be something that I can look forward to, and I look forward to all spankings.<br /><br />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.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-12287938475103029642010-03-02T16:51:00.002-05:002010-03-02T16:58:16.045-05:00Frank Muses About Sex<span style="font-size:85%;">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.<br /><br />When you get to be my age, the years whiz by like cars on the expressway.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvPno88s0cfZGRDjjOKRsEjkmaEoI1jO0F2Goi2JFf9Une2tA41fVOjKjeBWQ5xP3qzQ2Q5b6pQL82xJgX32QmUSwkQm12CYbuBpOkM07YBZFRPoGLx1U5EsrzRfiPzmeNvIM8w/s1600-h/two-lovers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvPno88s0cfZGRDjjOKRsEjkmaEoI1jO0F2Goi2JFf9Une2tA41fVOjKjeBWQ5xP3qzQ2Q5b6pQL82xJgX32QmUSwkQm12CYbuBpOkM07YBZFRPoGLx1U5EsrzRfiPzmeNvIM8w/s320/two-lovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444159017500123938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">was in order. I remarked to Angela that I was most pleased with how often we engaged in our marital relations.<br /><br />My dear wife chuckled. "How often do you think we have sex?" she asked with a smile.<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />When we finished</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> 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.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">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:<br /><br />Nine.<br /><br />Or ... about once a week.<br /><br />And it seemed like we had our last roll in the day just a day or two before.<br /><br />I guess that two days just isn't like it used to be when we were younger.<br /><br />After concluding our analysis, I had a question for my darling wife.<br /><br />"My dear, shall we go for number ten?"<br /><br />Her smile was answer enough for me.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-84647411706262680942010-02-26T09:04:00.004-05:002010-02-26T09:22:31.097-05:00Frank Discusses Statistics<span style="font-size:85%;">Last week, Bonnie Burns, the Earnest Hemingway of the spanko world and author of <a href="http://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/">My Bottom Smarts</a>, published a poll asking her readers to describe their spanko orientation. The answers were basically broken down into male/female, straight/gay/bisexual, and spanker/spankee/switch. The results thus far of the poll can be found <a href="http://vote.sparklit.com/poll.spark/1113343">here </a>.<br /><br />I have always been something of a numbers person. I enjoy breaking down polls and statistics. This might seem strange to some, since one might expect an imaginary spanko to prefer imaginary numbers. But no matter. I have analyzed some of the results to Bonnie's poll and found some interesting items.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7ctjsg0j22myYNP6mdqA8KwvP57aYh8VRN5VlgyLu0e9zznyWdkeka6t3eJy87M6VEUiPTLJcUXo38fmf-WjaZIGa8mr8kma3iNSM9rESmNfVrOXnvOS8_TSa1kpKxK2ug1wyg/s1600-h/generic-graph.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7ctjsg0j22myYNP6mdqA8KwvP57aYh8VRN5VlgyLu0e9zznyWdkeka6t3eJy87M6VEUiPTLJcUXo38fmf-WjaZIGa8mr8kma3iNSM9rESmNfVrOXnvOS8_TSa1kpKxK2ug1wyg/s320/generic-graph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442556862844572626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">First, of the 366 respondents, 232 or about 65% identified themselves as male, 133 as female, and one as a platypus. For the sake of accuracy, I have disqualified the response of the platypus. Of the males, 50% identified said that they get spanked, either a s</span><span style="font-size:85%;">pankee or a switch. For the ladies, just 22 of 132, or 17%, categorized themselves as women who spank, i.e. spanker or switch. 83% of women said that they ONLY receive spankings, they never dish them out.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">While this poll was certainly not scientific, these results were, nonetheless, fascinating, although not quite fantastic. If half of all male spankos get spanked, but only one sixth of women spank them, that can only lead to one conclusion:<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Women who like to spank men do not like to respond to Bonnie's polls.</span><br /><br />I thought that perhaps there were a fair number of men who, due to situations beyond their control, only received their spankings from themse</span><span style="font-size:85%;">lves, i.e. they were self-spankers. However, I could not determine if such a person would answer that they were spanker, spankee, or a switch, so I discounted that notion all together.<br /><br />I'm sure that some may try to develop other theories as to where the discrepancy between male spankees and female spankers lie. You might think that women who spank men aren't as likely to spend their spare time reading about spanking on the internet. Perhaps these women aren't as dedicated to the general spanking lifestyle as men, but rather spank their men because their men ask them to. Perhaps many men wish to be spanked but currently do not have a partner who can spank them.<br /><br />It is also possible that those 22 women who spank are spanking all 116 men who wish to be spanked. Those would certainly be very busy women, indeed.<br /><br />I could attempt to post my own poll to try to obtain more information that might explain the difference. However, since I am an imaginary spanko, it seems much more logical that I should simply invent my own reasons.<br /><br />For me, fortunately, I have one woman whom I spanks, and that same woman is more than happy to spank me. I don't need any analysis to interpret that statistic. I just categorize it as fantastic.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-53288075409045248902010-02-17T09:27:00.002-05:002010-02-17T09:31:08.294-05:00Unfinished Business<span style="font-size:85%;">In Fantastic Spanking, BH (before hiatus), I had been elucidating on a "meme" that had been published in a number of blogs that contained 50 questions relating to one's spanking questions. The questions mostly involved a choice between two related spanking options. The challenge that I gave to myself was that I had to choose one of the options, I could not fall back on choosing "both" or "neither." Since I am prone to wordiness, I also took this opportunity to provide the reasoning behind my choices. This way I could take one subject and write multiple posts on it, thus not having to think of other things to write about.<br /><br />Having not thought of anything else to write about, I shall endeavor to complete the task, answering the remaining six questions over the next couple of posts. After concluding the survey, I will provide a list of all of the posts that I have written on this subject, because I know that you will all want to go back and read my answers again.<br /><br /><b>45. Would you rather your spanking be gentle and gradual or painful and abrupt? </b><br />In the Spanko domicile, there is no such thing as a "gentle" spanking. If it's gentle, it's not a spanking, it is lightly patting. A spanking is sharply striking a person with an open hand or an implement upon the buttocks. The key word there is "striking." If the contact with the buttocks is not "sharp," but "gentle," then it is just a pat. Spankings are meant to be painful. It is part of the experience. <br /><br /><b>46. Would you rather be defiant or fearful going into a spanking? </b><br />This is not an easy question for me to answer because spankings for Angela and I are a pleasing experience, something that we wish for and look forward to. The two choices presented in the question, defiant and fearful, are usually associated with something that one is anticipating with dread, or at the very least, trepidation. I really don't experience either when I ready myself to be spanked by my darling wife. So, to supply an answer, I need to rely somewhat on my imagination and picture myself in some different scenarios.<br /><br />One scenario would be where Angela and I are role-playing. This is something that we do rather frequently. As I've mentioned before, Angela will often dream up rather outrageous reasons to paddle me. For example, I was once spanked because I was contributing to a canine take-over of humanity because I was displaying too much affection towards our pet dog. In these situation, I typically adopt a playfully defiant attitude. <br /><br />In a different vein, were I truly being "punished" for some inappropriate action that I had taken, I'm sure that I would also put on a defiant face, to let the person punishing me think that they would not be able to affect my dignity.<br /><br />So, in either case, my choice would be to be defiant rather than fearful when preparing to be spanked.<br /><br /><b>47. Would you rather be spanked exclusively in your own bedroom or anyplace else other than your own bedroom? </b><br />My interpretation of this question is that it is a choice between ALWAYS being spanked in one's bedroom or NEVER being spanked in one's bedroom. The nice thing about bedroom spankings is that they can easily transition into other pleasant adult activities that one generally participates in when not wearing pants. It is also a convenient place to store ones spanking accoutrement, keeping away from all but the nosiest eyes.<br /><br />However, in a lasting relationship, one would think that being restricted to only one small place in which to be spanked could become rather tedious. In the past year alone, Angela and I have exchanged spankings in our living room, den, kitchen, in the hallway, in the guest house, in one or two hotel rooms, and on the runway of a small airport (the details of which would require more space than I have currently allotted for my online diary). Further, vacations and romantic weekends often include spankings, so if I was to only be spanked in my boudoir, these would have to be forgone. I cannot imagine not being able to take advantage of new and clever spanking locales. <br /><br />To summarize, if I had to give up being spanked in my bedroom so that I could be spanked in the infinite other places that the world has to offer, I would do so.<br /><br /></span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-37450448130699227872010-02-13T18:05:00.001-05:002010-02-13T18:08:14.943-05:00Five Rings Reappear<span style="font-size:85%;">We were blessed with about a foot of snow earlier this week. So it must be the perfect time for the Winter Olympics to begin.<br /><br />Except that there seems to be no snow in Vancouver.<br /><br />I heard somewhere that Vancouver officials were having snow flown in from other parts of North America. I tried to contact them and let them know that they were welcome to all of our snow. I'd even help load it up for them. Give me a really big snow plow and I'll push the white stuff all the way to the airport, right up to the cargo plane. I'll be happy to work until all of our snow is on its way to Canada for all of the fine skiers gathering there.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I could not get through to the proper Olympic snow authorities. Sometimes there are disadvantages to being imaginary.<br /><br />Instead, for the next tw</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIwTbJKpBi0pNHhH57RFkg8MNMIMr-UUAw28EE8aomSQuf6vEbrx5q1pWuNwVHQy00PmOjfHKPsAXcOA2ZJkw9EKRtfVjJ6Lyc1nn-zv-bd3MkdTmVtrt_tFVEPrzpIDpm9SkxQ/s1600-h/OlympicRings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIwTbJKpBi0pNHhH57RFkg8MNMIMr-UUAw28EE8aomSQuf6vEbrx5q1pWuNwVHQy00PmOjfHKPsAXcOA2ZJkw9EKRtfVjJ6Lyc1nn-zv-bd3MkdTmVtrt_tFVEPrzpIDpm9SkxQ/s320/OlympicRings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437868626544120482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">o weeks, I shall plant my tushie in front of the television and absorb as much of the competition as possible. Last night, the plan was simple. At precisely 8 pm, I would have a fresh batch of warm chocolate cookies ready, along with a big bowl of </span><span style="font-size:85%;">popcorn and a nice hot pot of tea. I would seat myself on my comfy chair in the living room in front of our 32-inch flat screen (but not flat panel ... I think mine still has a better picture) television, fire the TV up, and enjoy the Opening Cere</span><span style="font-size:85%;">monies, complete with the Parade of Nations and the lighting of the Olympic Torch.<br /><br />All was in readiness. I had my favorite blanket and I was all set to ensconce myself for a night of viewing. Suddenly there appeared my daughter Colette, and her boyfriend and current house resident, Luke. Colette was wearing her patented puppy-dog sad face, which she used when ever she really, reeeee-ally wanted something.<br /><br />"Daddy," she said in a small, little girl voice, "can Luke and I pleeeease watch Survivor?" She stuck out her lower lip on her best "I am the cutest girl in the world" pout.<br /><br />I almost always fall for Colette's puppy-dog face. In truth, most of the things that she really, reeeeeeally wants are perfectly reasonable. Once she asked for a rather expensive set of reference books. How can one turn down books? Another time she asked for a new dress for a wedding that the family was attending. She looked adorable in that dress.<br /><br />This time, however, I thought I smelled a rat.<br /><br />I stared at Colette for a few seconds whilst she held that perfect little pout. Then I saw the corner of her mouth twitch just a bit. I glanced at Luke, who was looking distinctly uncomfortable. Then I got it.<br /><br />"Young lady," I calmly said, "you know that I have never spanked you.. But you're not too old for your first one."<br /><br />At that point, everyone broke out in uproarious laughter. It was a fine act, and they had me fooled for a moment, but I quickly realized that the family was just pulling my proverbial chain. Indeed, it was Angela who had put Colette up to the gag.<br /><br />Angela will definitely be spanked for that later.<br /><br />The ceremonies ran until well after midnight. The youngsters faded early, so it was just Angela and I snuggled up under a blanket at the end. Angela had earlier donned her favorite warm, soft flannel nightgown, however as we lay under the blanket, she said that she had become too hot and decided to take the nightgown off.<br /><br />The Olympics and a naked wife. It made for a fantastic night.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-83383900097035237252010-02-09T13:46:00.001-05:002010-02-09T13:48:02.051-05:00The Storm Before The Calm<span style="font-size:85%;">It is snowing today. This is one of those storms that will last for two days and make leaving the house a quite unpleasant experience. Fortunately, I do not have to leave the house.<br /><br />Last fall, we acquired a new dog. Being the Spakowiak household, we couldn't get a new pet in the usual way, where the family discusses whether or not add a new pet, makes an affirmative decision, then goes to the local shelter and chooses one that looks friendly and suitable for their tastes. There has to be a more complicated story behind it.<br /><br />Actually, the dog is Luke's dog. One of his friends from NAMI (a mental-illness support group) had an 18-month-old dalmatian This fellow was planning on being away for a week and asked Luke if he would look after the animal for him. After discussing it with us, we agreed to let Luke bring the dog here so he could tend to it.<br /><br />Now, for those of you who are familiar with the dalmatian breed, you know that they are very good looking and very playful dogs. They are full of energy. The problems is that the energy never seems to run out. This dog will run for hours, and then wants to run some more. It wants to run in the day. It wants to run at night. If it can't find someplace to run, it will start chewing on whatever is at hand. I once had a friend who's dalmatian chewed up his mattress AND box springs all in the space of one day.<br /><br />We discussed this all with Luke</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ft-iBmZMtCvewl7cMsE6TOOHjyhMnV1RLvY2dE50uc_oHMk949fTFO5YP9ucorAR5_QhO50Qsn3YGjSDoiSqdcsmd_s9eSJAWJsVrFMwFVEvVUajTGYxlMJdOjzVDjP7loAa3w/s1600-h/dalmation-pup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ft-iBmZMtCvewl7cMsE6TOOHjyhMnV1RLvY2dE50uc_oHMk949fTFO5YP9ucorAR5_QhO50Qsn3YGjSDoiSqdcsmd_s9eSJAWJsVrFMwFVEvVUajTGYxlMJdOjzVDjP7loAa3w/s320/dalmation-pup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436317262673147394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">, and Luke agreed to keep a keen eye on the dog, and he did indeed live up to his word. He made sure that the animal was well fed, walked it several times a day, and played with it while it was indoors. Truly, the dog spent most of his time with Luke, even sleeping next to the boy at night.<br /><br />When the week was over, we waited for the dog's owner to return. However, we didn't hear from him that day. Nor the next. After three days, Luke and I took the dog over to his owner's place. It was empty. We called this fellow's cell phone. No answer. Luke asked around at his support group. No one had heard from him. The fellow was from out of town, and we had no way of reaching his family. We came to the realization that this person had permanently left town and abandoned his pet.<br /><br />I did not particularly wish to have a still-maturing dalmatian living in my house, afraid that the furniture would become this dog's next chew toy. Naturally, the rest of the family just assumed that we would adopt the animal. Even Angela was becoming attached to it. I was outvoted.<br /><br />Therefore, we now have a new addition to the family. His name is Flash. He came by this name because of his ability to seemingly appear out of nowhere, especially when you least expect it. Flash can go from the third floor of the barn to his supper dish in ... well ... in a flash. The dog will be no where in sight, but if you touch his leash, he will instantly be at your feet, ready to go for a walk. Indeed, one does not really take Flash for a walk, but rather he takes you for a drag.<br /><br />We live on a fairly busy road, and our yard does not have a fence. Our last dog, Wacky, was also rather exuberant, however, he was also pudgy and hairy. He did not like to be more than fifty feet from his food dish, and so we never had to worry about him getting into the street and being smushed by a passing vehicle. Flash, however, will run until he gets tired, and he never seems to get tired. I was afraid that he'd be killed by a car. So far, however, when he does wander near the street, if an automobile is coming he is back by the house in ... well ... you get the idea.<br /><br />So since it is snowing today, Flash, Luke, and Colette are outside frolicking. Indeed, the snow does not seem to slow Flash down at all. He charges through it like a four-legged plow. One can see numerous furrows in the snow where Flash has been, and periodically you'll see his black spots come bouncing up only to bury himself into more snow.<br /><br />I'd best get this tale completed as it appears that I'll be spending much of the next day or two running the snow blower. Hopefully, Flash will tire out before then. Perhaps I'll enlist Luke's help in training the dog to pull the snow blower, thus saving myself some work. But, for now, I'll finish my tea and wait for the snow to stop.<br /><br />Or perhaps I'll sneak off to the guest house for a nap. And perhaps Angela will come and join me. And perhaps we can pass the time with some pleasant spanking activities while the others are enjoying the wintry weather. It will be a nice way to warm up on a cold day.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-13257323247301931112010-02-07T18:07:00.003-05:002010-02-07T18:32:23.532-05:00Do Not Be Alarmed<span style="font-size:85%;">As the first order of business here at Fantastic Spanking, I have begun tinkering with the layout. You'll notice that some of the colors and fonts are different. I'm trying to spiff the site up a tad. I'm not expecting a wholesale overhaul, just some cosmetic changes. Feel free to offer your opinion of said changes.<br /><br />Also, I have updated by list of recommended blogs. I have removed several that either were no longer being maintained, had disappeared altogether, or were being restricted only to s</span><span style="font-size:85%;">elect invited individuals. I have also added perhaps half a dozen new selections to the bottom of the list, sites that are updated regularly and have content that I think my esteemed readers will enjoy.<br /><br />There is one place t</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxtA438eMB0pfFXcQvomxdG84hqiRrDgp8Vyoy0JbwgcobpVLWI21-GHef_rMT4I2XnlrbSz_X_xHLxUYRGIBCtbK-IF8PSqoFUNyeocbceLW98k6dyPIM7RIK9TtVnPSzcyoP5Q/s1600-h/junepixie2s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxtA438eMB0pfFXcQvomxdG84hqiRrDgp8Vyoy0JbwgcobpVLWI21-GHef_rMT4I2XnlrbSz_X_xHLxUYRGIBCtbK-IF8PSqoFUNyeocbceLW98k6dyPIM7RIK9TtVnPSzcyoP5Q/s320/junepixie2s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435642661874619794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">hat I would like to particularly recommend. Amber "Pixie" Wells, a well-known model and entertainer in the spanko uni</span><span style="font-size:85%;">verse, has a site entitled Spanking Pixie. I have found Ms. Wells' writings to be interesting, insightful, and articulate. In additi</span><span style="font-size:85%;">on, she is as cute as the proverbial bug in a rug. As well as her fine writing, Spanking Pixie also has several very tasteful photographs of Ms. Wells proudly displaying her delightful derriere, in both a spanked and unspanked condition. Should Ms. Wells ever find herself in the imaginary world that I currently occupy, she has an open invitation to pay a visit to the Spankowiak household to meet Angela and I and perhaps stay for a nice cup of hot tea and some brownies.<br /><br />For being so wonderfully adorable, I am awarding Ms. Wel</span>ls the Fantastic Spanking Seal Of Approval.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLiaRxBsAvS3DkZehE9mBfUG8vcIAGpVJ6CzEkR_pPORkjk-04wVhftb1tNfn1lWQ2FKo-i3y8H2tkIU_ZHDtKX04ca2Y17O6jeKGsCFwcztXPbo7Dt84vzEOwK1qmjCF8kwuZw/s1600-h/seal-kid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLiaRxBsAvS3DkZehE9mBfUG8vcIAGpVJ6CzEkR_pPORkjk-04wVhftb1tNfn1lWQ2FKo-i3y8H2tkIU_ZHDtKX04ca2Y17O6jeKGsCFwcztXPbo7Dt84vzEOwK1qmjCF8kwuZw/s200/seal-kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435647998244973826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />It makes a great pet, but please do not take it with you when you go dancing. It has an aversion to clubs.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-50841931143203230462010-02-05T18:47:00.003-05:002010-02-05T19:00:25.964-05:00Frank's (Imaginary) Reasons<span style="font-size:85%;">Once again, Fantastic Spanking has taken a long, unscheduled break in its publication schedule. And, as usual, I have a perfectly good reason for the extended absence.<br /><br />You see, I lost my job.<br /><br />And then I lost my house.<br /><br />And then Angela left me.<br /><br />Now, my dear readers, let me first assure you that, in these difficult times, since I am an imaginary spanko and have complete control of my own destiny, this is not a tale of woe. Indeed, it is somewhat more literal than that.<br /><br />The events occurred thusly: As you know, last spring I suffered a spinal cord injury playing basketball with my daughter, and missed several months of work recovering. I had been back at work for about six weeks. It was my day to drive to the office (I usually work from home), so I headed there one morning. Now, the building that houses my office is at 8100 Fulbert Road, which is at an intersection. When I arrived at the intersection, there was no building. There was also no Fulbert Road. There was even no intersection. I'm not making this up.<br /><br />Okay, I am making this up. But everything here is made up. After all, I am an imaginary spanko.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKvLzo13IZhCwWVS6kmLstDfgLaTWkEGcRpIMaujB7K7oautdjSoya1dNY5bQID3-hucbMKEQ2_pZdZK5IQY0DIKXxy3mqKdHnylDLRSNEKgmuW5-tRKghTW2OEZkbmMOeuQPfg/s1600-h/loster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKvLzo13IZhCwWVS6kmLstDfgLaTWkEGcRpIMaujB7K7oautdjSoya1dNY5bQID3-hucbMKEQ2_pZdZK5IQY0DIKXxy3mqKdHnylDLRSNEKgmuW5-tRKghTW2OEZkbmMOeuQPfg/s320/loster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434912969115873346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I drove around for what seemed like hours, looking for my workplace, but it was not to be found. I stopped at a gas station and asked for directions. The attendant said that he remembered such a road, but couldn't recall where it was. I looked at a map and there was no longer any Fulbert Road. Finally, I was so frustrated that I went home.<br /><br />Only when I arrived, there was no home. I was sure that it was there when I left. I called Angela, who was volunteering at a local school, and she came home ... or at least to where home used to be. But the big barn house was gone. The guest house was gone. The garage was gone, the shed was gone, everything was gone.<br /><br />Angela and I stared at what we thought was where our home used to be. Finally, out of desperation, we called Bernie. She was really busy, but said that she'd meet us at a local diner for lunch. There, we explained the situation to Bernie. When she finished laughing, she said that she'd take us home herself, but first she wanted us to take a blood test because she thought we were seriously stoned on something.<br /><br />Bernie drove in the direction of our house, but she just seemed to keep driving down our street. At last she turned around, figuring that she became distracted and just passed. We drove the other way for a while, until Bernie realized that she didn't know where we were. I was sure that we were on the road on which we lived since we had passed several landmarks that I recognized, but I was not familiar with our current surroundings. Being a member of the state Police Department, Bernie's car was equipped with a GPS which she activated and entered our address. "No such address," the blasted machine responded. Bernie instructed it to take us to the general vicinity.<br /><br />We followed the directions of the GPS for about a half-hour, going down streets that were close to our house. We've lived at the same address for more than twenty years, and I though I knew all of the streets nearby. However, I did not recognize any of the streets that we took.<br /><br />After another hour of following the GPS directions, we became completely bewildered. This was when Angela's cell phone rang. It was Collete. "Mom," she said, "where's our house?"<br /><br />"I don't know, honey," responded Angela. "Your father and I can't find it either and we've been looking for hours."<br /><br />Bernie pulled the car over, turned to me and said, "It's time to face facts, Frank. You've lost your house."<br /><br />"How does one lose a fucking house?" I asked heatedly. "Especially one as big as ours?"<br /><br />"I don't know, Frank," Bernie replied. "And it seems that you've lost your job, also."<br /><br />So we spent the next several weeks staying at a motel and looking for our house. We did eventually find it. If I recall, it was right where I left it.<br /><br />But that is a story for another day.<br /><br />Once we were back in the old homestead, the weather was miserable and snow was coming every day. Finally, Angela decided that she'd couldn't stand it any more and that she'd had enough. So she bought a plane ticket and left me to stay with her parents in Florida.<br /><br />Oh, yes, she returned in a week or so. One can only stand so much time with Angela's parents before one must bid them farewell, else one will be very tempted to injure them severely in order to get them to stop being so darned annoying. But that story, also, will have to wait for a different occasion.<br /><br />So, you see, all of my opening statements were true, just not in the sense that we typically think of them.<br /><br />In the meantime, I have returned to chronicling my life on my own little corner of the internet. I feel as if this time the entries will be more regular. I've even given myself some incentive. If I stop writing, I will ask my darling wife to give my a good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking.<br /><br />Except that I like spankings. Perhaps that will not be a proper incentive after all.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-45118027817752909892009-11-04T22:18:00.002-05:002009-11-04T22:22:14.608-05:00Memeing Into The Forties<span style="font-weight: bold;">41.</span><b style="font-weight: bold;">Would you rather be humiliated or respected during your spanking?</b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I initially thought that this was another question where the two options were too far apart to make a clear choice. Then I looked up the term respect in the dictionary. When used as a verb, as in this case, the word "respect" has several meanings. It can mean to hold in esteem or honor, or it can mean to show regard or consideration for. I don't think these definitions really apply to one that you are spanking. <br /><br />However, respect can also mean to relate or have reference to. Let's see ... I like to be spanked and Angela respects that. Okay, that works for me. <br /><br />Besides, we're just not into humiliation. I don't want to be humiliated or belittled when I am spanked. I just want to get spanked, and then I want to get laid. Angela is happy to indulge both of those desires.<br /><br />That is something I can respect.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">42.Would you rather spanking become part of a bigger BDSM alternative lifestyle or spanking just be spanking for spanking sake? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Angela and I am entirely too old, too suburban, too boring, and too old for any kind of alternative lifestyle. I'm so set in my ways, I don't even like staying up past my bedtime. We're spankos, and that is enough for us.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">43.Would you rather be filmed during a spanking to share your exhibitionist naughtiness or are you too modest to show your bum to the world?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I find this question confusing for several reasons. First, I highly doubt that there are very many people who "film" their spankings these days. Some possibly video tape themselves, but I'm sure that most spanking videographers these days use digital cameras. Second, it seems to me that this is in fact two separate questions. I have no objections to "show(ing) my bum to the world." It is, after all, just a bum. There is nothing especially indecent about a bum. However, I would not wish to record any spankings for posterior ... er ... posterity.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-87034923184410600902009-10-31T21:15:00.001-05:002009-10-31T21:19:27.485-05:00Not Scary, Just Meme38.<b>Would you rather your spanker be the person you wish to live the rest of your life with (i.e. marriage) or the person you can call on when your tushy tickles? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I appreciate that the writer of these questions was trying to do what his/her english teacher taught them in high school by using a variety of words to describe the same things, but "tushy tickles?" <br />Obviously, one of the reasons that Angela and I were joined in holy matrimony was that we both desired to live the rest of our lives with a person of like mind when it came to the subject of spanking. That desire hasn't changed. <br />When my "tushy tickles," I put some baby powder on it and it usually goes away.</span><br /><br />39.<b>Would you rather spanking be a part of love making or not a part of love making? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Is it truly possible that spanking could <i>not</i> be a part of making love? I can't even imagine that scenario, which is pretty difficult for an imaginary person, indeed. <br /></span><br />40.<b>Would you rather your spanker have total control over you when you are being spanked or do you still want to have some control while you are being spanked? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For me, this question is really a discussion on the matter of trust. Whilst I can see why someone who is new to the spanking, or may be newly acquainted with his or her spanker, may feel the need to retain a measure of control over the situation, when you have lived with someone who spanks you for 25 years, it is easy to turn control over to them. Even in my younger days, before I met Angela, when another lady was applying the wood to my rear, I wanted her to tell me what to do, to determine how I was to be punished, how hard, and for how long. I want my limits pushed. I want my spanker to feel free to be creative without having to be concerned that I might veto her choices. <br /><br />Looking at the same question from a different angle, there is nothing like being able to turn your brain off and allow another entertain you. Just look at the popularily of television. Television is perhaps the least interactive activity in the history of mankind. This is true sexually, too (not the least interactive part, but the relaxing part). It's sometimes quite pleasant to be able to lay there and allow Angela to have her way with me, to do all of the work, if you will. So I'll let her decide on how I should be spanked, and I'll totally turn myself over to her.<br /><br />Just ten more questions to go........<br /></span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-1740985663777105932009-10-20T18:39:00.003-05:002009-10-20T18:54:15.116-05:00Back To The Business of Bottoms<span style="font-size:85%;">Once again, I have been dragging my feet in continuing the spanking preferences meme, lurkers or no lurkers. For that, I should be spanked. However, since receiving a spanking will get me no closer to concluding this line of thought, I shall instead entertain and amaze you with more thoughtful responses to more interesting questions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">33. Would you rather be spanked by multiple people at one time or just by one person at one time? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">From the standpoint of being a spankee, I'd really rather not be spanked by more than one person in a session. I may have felt differently in my younger days, but now I think that just one is fine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Now, if the question were directed a</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSRwrb18t8dtmT-sKElzJm09idvyzxxPvrgWFlWkpM5-gEwYFE35wJbABgSPlFN73Mawipi8sq64bsBWP05NcjslnpAFLk2pU6zhchLg4764-i5L5vWrdJTsYMTB7jc5ktljlgIA/s1600-h/FENCE.BMP"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSRwrb18t8dtmT-sKElzJm09idvyzxxPvrgWFlWkpM5-gEwYFE35wJbABgSPlFN73Mawipi8sq64bsBWP05NcjslnpAFLk2pU6zhchLg4764-i5L5vWrdJTsYMTB7jc5ktljlgIA/s320/FENCE.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394834204397657970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">t the person on the other end of the paddle, as it were, my answer would probably be different. While almost nothing is finer than bending over my darling Angela, paddling her fleshy globes to an excellent shade of crimson, and then boinking her silly, I believe that having several lovely bare bottoms lined up, awaiting their punishment, would have to be the ultimate situation for any devotee of the spanking arts. Indeed, when it comes to pink posteriors, the phrase "the more, the merrier" would indeed apply.<br /></span><br /><b>34. Would you rather</b><b> be spanked once a day or once every few months? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm a spanko. This one is a no-brainer. Spank me once a day and I'll always be a happy man.</span><br /><br /><b>35. Would you rather your spanker be deeply in tune or be totally unaffected to your experience as a spankee? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I found this question to be rather contrary to all reasonable expectations. To be frank (and I am), it does not seem possible to me that the person by whom I am being spanked could be completely unaffected by the affair. There must be some reason to be whaling away upon someone's poor buttocks. Be it release of stress, sexual pleasure, curiosity, an expression of one's anger or displeasure, or purely for sadistic purposes, the spanker is there for the reaction of the one being spanked. It is no more likely that the spanker can be totally unaffected by the experience of the spankee than it would be for the person being spanked to just lay there, completely unmoving, feeling no sensations at all. Perhaps the question would have been more plausible if it would have read "to appear to be unaffected by your experience as a spankee."<br /><br />So, clearly, I would prefer that my spanker be in tune with my experience.<br /></span><br /><b>36. Would you rather a closer physical relationship or a closer emotional relationship with your spanker? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">As I have repeatedly stated, Angela and I use spanking as foreplay. While having a close physical relationship may lead to a close emotional relationship, it takes more than sex, or spankings, for the emotional sides of two people to mesh. As a husband, as a lover, as a friend, as a long-time companion, I'm striving for a closer emotional relationship with Angela. As my spanker, though, my aim is for a closer physical relationship.<br /></span><br /><b>37. Would you rather your spanker ice your bottom down after a spanking or send you to the corner to display his/her accomplishment? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The thought of having my bottom iced down after a spanking makes me shiver, pun intended. A spanking is designed to make one's butt HOT. I like the HOT feeling. Ice would just make my butt feel less HOT. So, no ice, please. I'll gladly stand in the corner and proudly display by HOT bottom.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-19151127596676196472009-10-13T20:50:00.004-05:002009-10-13T21:01:50.652-05:00To The Finest Blog Readers On The Internet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_xlBMnTdlWC2a0YKHu0GGK1VnCuFOvV4KJ4M0YrFRrJpjLyDOC6TShsLggDqWpanh5kjmKmIIvL6FlRbmq4Whdg7g29PyEvgjD-_DQnIJYoATkrG40tLyQ9HgsLcxlJJSzSu2A/s1600-h/lovelurk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_xlBMnTdlWC2a0YKHu0GGK1VnCuFOvV4KJ4M0YrFRrJpjLyDOC6TShsLggDqWpanh5kjmKmIIvL6FlRbmq4Whdg7g29PyEvgjD-_DQnIJYoATkrG40tLyQ9HgsLcxlJJSzSu2A/s200/lovelurk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392267428508891650" border="0" /></a>Today has once again been christened "Love Our Lurkers" day by perhaps the greatest and most famous spanking blogger in the long and colorful (but mostly red) history of spanking blogging, the lovely and talented Bonnie Burns of My Bottom Smarts.<br /><br />So, for those of you who may have never left a word or two of comment here in my little corner of the internet, or even for those of you who have, today is your chance to say "hello" to yours truly, a humble imaginary spanko and blogger.<br /><br />I look forward to hearing from you, and I shall endeavor to leave each of you a personal response, although it may take a day or two.<br /><br />In the meantime, please allow me to offer to everyone who is participating in Love Our Lurkers day, both as bloggers and bloggees (if there is such a word), the Frank Spanko Seal of Approval.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64KEJFWQgfEEI8K-m4dXqxZG1bu6Czi6fGgL8mkBiqHNRX7jWS3qevOsXSFI9jOZqYK5iL_4iI6Rfa3ohjS33v6_JbSBo54nm97xVpRVY62OEv-UN9duou18PCmbfDTu2FJ4hNw/s1600-h/seal-kid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64KEJFWQgfEEI8K-m4dXqxZG1bu6Czi6fGgL8mkBiqHNRX7jWS3qevOsXSFI9jOZqYK5iL_4iI6Rfa3ohjS33v6_JbSBo54nm97xVpRVY62OEv-UN9duou18PCmbfDTu2FJ4hNw/s320/seal-kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392269535445525666" border="0" /></a>His favorite is meal is cold, raw fish, but he'll eat hot dogs, too.Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-24747920724958132892009-10-11T18:57:00.002-05:002009-10-11T19:07:54.946-05:00How Much Is Too Much?32.<b>Would you rather your spanker know your spanking history or is ignorance bliss? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I admit that I am an old guy. Some may prefer to use the term "experienced." However, "experienced" is entirely too vague. I am 50-ish, I've been married for 25 years, and I have two offspring, one of whom has graduated from university. I no longer can run, jump, or throw like I could when I was younger, and I'm usually in bed well before 11 pm, even on weekends. By my definition, I'm old.<br /><br />Not that there is anything wrong with that.<br /><br />That being said, for me to detail my entire spanking history with someone would take rather a long time. By the time I was finished, neither of us would still be in the mood for spanking. <br /><br />Further complicating the matter, my spanker is my treasured spouse, Angela. I really have no desire to be spanked by someone else. Angela is quite aware of my spanking history, especially since she comprises most of it.<br /><br />Therefore, in order for me to properly answer this question, I must do it hypothetically, and I must make a couple of assumptions. Assumption one is that my spanker is not Angela. Assumption two is that, by "know your spanking history," I'm going to submit that the spanker has a general idea that I enjoy being spanked, but that I have not necessarily given them blow-by-blow (or spank-by-spank as the case may be) details.<br /><br />Given these assumptions, my initial reaction would be that I might prefer that my spanker know my spanking history. Then I began to consider. Since, for me, spanking is usually a prelude to sex, I would have to assume that a spanking partner would likely also be a sexual partner. I would really not want to have a sex partner know a blow-by-blow (in this case, an apt phrase) history of my sexual past, all of my previous sex partners, things we did whilst having sex, etc. The only things that I'd wish to communicate to them are that they are not my first sex partner, whether or not they are currently my only sex partner, and that they won't catch anything from me. Those are also the only things that I would want to know about them.<br /><br />I began to realize that I would feel similarly about a spanking partner. It's not really important that they know details about my spanking past. They only need to know that I fancy a spanking and that they are not the first person to spank me. Anything else only adds needless baggage.<br /><br />Every relationship is different. Rather than assuming that one partner will be just like the next, or one will be completely different, I think that one should approach each relationship as a new beginning, a fresh start. Let the relationship grow naturally, comfortably. Don't try to force it into a direction that is was not meant to go. Knowing too much about a person's past can lead to comparisons and assumptions that will not necessarily be helpful to happiness. Avoiding too many details may help the relationship get beyond pre-conceived notions and take on a life unto itself.<br /><br />Therefore, upon further review, my answer would be that ignorance is my preference over a spanker knowing my spanking history. Ignorance may not necessarily be bliss, but it may lead to a more blissful spanking. <br /><br />That is, as long as I don't catch anything.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-1275394974350736782009-10-05T08:21:00.003-05:002009-10-05T08:26:25.304-05:00On Power And Limits<span style="font-size:85%;">I apologize for the delay in the resumption of my answers to the spanking preferences meme. Angela and I took an impromptu driving trip and were away for several days. Henceforth, I shall endeavor to finish the meme with regular posts.</span><br /><br />30.<b>Would you rather be forced into a spanking or willingly submit into a spanking? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If by forced, the question means physically grabbed and held down, then my answer is that I would rather willingly submit. For adults in a spanko-sexual relationship, the submission if a significant part of the fun. Additionally, Angela and I are not into exerting physical power over each other.</span><br /><br />31.<b>Would you rather have a safe word or be pushed beyond your preconceived limits? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This is a very difficult question for me. Clearly, I like to have my limits pushed. Angela knows my limits quite well, and she knows how and to what extent to push them. I think for someone in a longer-term spanking relationship, this is probably the case. In fact, Angela and I have never employed a safe word. We have always known each other well enough to know when "Stop" means keep going and when "Stop" means STOP! I have written about this in the past.<br /><br />Furthermore, Angela is, for a lady, quite tall and quite strong, and I am certainly no milquetoast. If either of us felt that we were being spanked beyond our limits and the other did not agree, we would be able to free ourselves rather easily. Even when we employ some form of restraints, they are usually not so sturdy that they could not be broken out of should we wish to do so.<br /><br />However, for a more petite person, being spanked by someone much stronger, a safe word seems quite necessary, especially if the two people are not well acquainted. If some likes crying or loud screams, a spanker may not have a clear understanding of when someone has been pushed beyond their tolerance. Further, if the pain becomes too intense, the excitement or pleasure of the ordeal may be overtaken by something much more akin to panic or stark fear. These are the kinds of emotions that are not easily shaken off. Indeed, someone pushed beyond their limits can experience panic attacks, nightmares, may pull back when relationships begin to get close, or may suffer depression. So safe words need to be agreed upon and employed so that there is no misunderstanding between the spanker and spankee that could lead serious problems.<br /><br />For me, I want to push MYSELF beyond my limits. I don't want my spanker to do that. So, upon reflection, and even though Angela and I have never formally agreed upon one, I would want a safe word, or at least an understanding of when I am in true distress.<br /><br />Indeed, although we have never formally agreed to one, I have a very clear safe word, or in my case a safe phrase, and I have employed it on the rare occasion. It is not a phrase that I normally use when enjoying a spanking. When I issue forth this utterance, Angela knows to pause and check with me to see if I wish to continue and to stop if that is my wish.<br /><br />My phrase is,<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"HOLY FUCK!"</span></span></div>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-27930139979143477742009-09-26T20:48:00.001-05:002009-09-26T21:00:57.125-05:00Preferences Meme: Second Half Begins26.<b>Would you rather be spanked by a stranger or by someone who knew you well?</b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Perhaps at one time in my life, I might have found it exciting to receive a spanking from someone whom I did not know. What adolescent spanko has not thought about being caught by an attractive woman (or man if that is your cup of tea) in some improper or illegal activity, and then taken to someplace private where their trousers are lowered and their bottom punished? Alas, these tend to be the the stuff only of fantasies, even for an imaginary spanko. These days, I wish to be spanked by someone who knows my preferences, my limits, my desires. Angela and I have been spanking each other for about twenty-five years. We are comfortable with each other. She knows just how to spank me. If someone else were to spank me, they would have to be similarly familiar with what I like. So I would rather be spanked by someone who knows me.</span><br /><br />27.<b>Would you rather be spanked by despotic, mean person or by a compassionate, benevolent person?</b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I found this quite a difficult question to answer, as the two choices are at the extreme opposite ends of the spanker continuum, and neither sound to me like a preferable spanking partner. My ideal spanker would not be one of the above, but rather someone who is insistent without being oppressive, who would take charge of the situation, and would show my butt no mercy. However, the other option to me sounds way too soft and squishy. I would certainly not want to be spanked by the a "this will hurt me more than it will hurt you" kind of person. It would feel like I was being spanked by Mrs. Brady. Yuck!<br /><br />Using this logic, my ideal spanker would be closer to the mean end of the spectrum rather than the benevolent end. Therefore, given the above choices, I would prefer to be spanked by a mean, despotic person.</span><br /><br />28.<b>Would you rather be talked to while you are spanked or no talking at all? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In my relationship with Angela, I really do not have a choice here. I do not think that Angela could be quiet while she is spanking me if she had a mouthful of cotton. Her favorite lines are, "Does that hurt?" and "How does that feel?" She also likes to remind me just how red my butt is turning. Were she silent, I think it would feel like something was amiss, so I must say that I would prefer to be talked to whilst being spanked.<br /></span><br />29.<b>Would you rather get one swat at a time with pauses to let the sting set in or a continuous tanning to build up the fire? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This would be an easy questions to avoid by not specifying a preference, but, again, I made a commitment to choose an answer. This question will require a bit of consideration in order to do so. The cadence of a spanking really depends on the implement used as well as the the position. The reason for the spanking is also part of the equation. If being spanked with a larger implement, especially a paddle, I prefer a slower rhythm, waiting until the pain of the previous swat has begun to wane before getting another. With a smaller tool, I'd rather be spanked rapidly. If I am standing, I prefer the spanking to be slower. If laying down or draped over something, I like a speedier thrashing. If Angela and I reach a state of considerable arousal, the spanking will increase in tempo until we are both out of breath. After a long paddling, the last few swats might be very deliberate, with the usual questions between swats ("Have you learned your lesson yet?", "Are you sore enough?", "Are you going to do that again?") and the swats being especially hard.<br /><br />With all of those different scenarios, when swat comes to spank, I am what has been referred to as a "pain slut." I like my butt to be as hot as possible, and I like it to be hot as long as possible. I like the soreness to build up to an exquisite cresendo. So, while I may find it enjoyable for a spanking to start or end with deliberate whacks, the most painful part is when the swats come rapidly. So, now that all things have been considered, I prefer to a continuous tanning to slower swats.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-35045847420442580352009-09-23T20:35:00.002-05:002009-09-23T20:42:55.991-05:00First Half Meme Summary<span style="font-size:85%;">For those of you who wish to know my answers to the first half of the fifty question meme that I have been entertaining you with over the past dozen or so posts, but do not wish to actually read those posts, today, as a public service, I shall briefly summarize my answers thus far. This also allows me to have material for a new post without actually having to come up with something original.<br /><br />1.<b>Would you rather be spanked outside in a cold woodshed or inside by a cozy fire?</b> In a woodshed.<br /><br />2.<b>Would you rather be spanked in public or in private? </b>In Private<br /><br />3.<b>Would you rather fantasize about spanking or actually be spanked?</b>I'd rather actually be spanked.<br /><br />4.<b>Would you rather be spanked for your humiliation or for your spanker's pleasure?</b> For my spanker's pleasure.<br /><br />5.<b>Would you rather be spanked by hand or by hairbrush?</b> By a hairbrush.<br /><br />6.<b>Would you rather be spanked by belt or by cane?</b> By a belt.<br /><br />7.<b>Would you rather be spanked by paddle or riding crop?</b> By a paddle, my favorite implement.<br /><br />8.<b>Would you rather be restrained or unrestrained during your spanking? </b>Unrestrained<br /><br />9.<b>Would you rather be spanked until you cried or until you are aroused?</b> Until I am aroused. It is okay to keep spanking me once I am aroused as well.<br /><br />10.<b>Would you rather have just a red bottom or welts/bruises?</b> I prefer the bruises.<br /><br />11.<b>Would you rather be spanked for the naughty things you have done or just because you enjoy the experience?</b> Because I enjoy the experience<br /><br />12.<b>Would you rather be spanked with pants up or pants down?</b> Pants down<br /><br />13.<b>Would you rather be spanked with undies up or undties down?</b> Down<br /><br />14.<b>Would you rather be spanked somewhat clothed or entirely naked?</b> Somewhat clothed.<br /><br />15.<b>Would you rather your spanking be strictly disciplinarian or sexually attractive in nature? </b> Sexually attractive<br /><br />16.<b>Would you rather be spanked by a male or by a female?</b> Female.<br /><br />17.<b>Would you rather be cuddled or scolded after your spanking?</b> Cuddled<br /><br />18.<b>Would you rather be spanked OTK or bent over a table/chair?</b> Bent over a chair or table<br /><br />19.<b>Would you rather your spanker have physical contact with you?</b> No<br /><br />20.<b>Would you prefer to be spanked in the woods with a tree branch, bent over the hood of a car, or in a school with a ruler bent over the desk of your teacher/principal?</b> Over the hood of a car<br /><br />21.<b>Would you rather be a brat to your spanker to deserve a spanking or simply ask your spanker for a spanking because you know you needed it?</b> I'd rather just ask.<br /><br />22.<b>Have you received a spanking in the past week?</b> The answer is still Yes<br /><br />23.<b>Would you rather be spanked for the physical pleasure or the emotional release?</b> For the physical pleasure<br /><br />24.<b>Would you rather tell your best friends you enjoy be spanked or keep it secret?</b> Kept a secret<br /><br />25.<b>Would you rather spanking be a lifestyle choice or just something you dabble in?</b> A lifestyle choice.</span><b> </b>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-38927216267816600132009-09-18T20:41:00.002-05:002009-09-18T20:45:51.917-05:00The Meme Hits Middle Age<span style="font-weight: bold;">22.Would you rather be spanked for the physical pleasure or the emotional release? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I would prefer to be spanked for the physical pleasure. I relish the pain and revel in the warmth that lingers after the spanking.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">23.Would you rather tell your best friends you enjoy be spanked or keep it secret?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Angela and I prefer to keep our spanking inclanations to ourselves. That being said, our very closest friends are quite aware that we are spankos. Angela has known her best friend, Bernie, since college, and they have no secrets. My best friend currently lives several states away, but we have been buds since we were 13. I've never actually told him of my spanking preferences, but he's a pretty perceptive guy. At my bachelor party, he gave me a beautiful, shiny oak paddle that he made himself. However, Angela and I do not generally volunteer details or our sex life with anyone. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">24.Would you rather spanking be a lifestyle choice or just something you dabble in? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Clearly, in my imaginary life, spanking is a lifestyle choice. It is something that Angela and I at least quietly mention virtually every day. We own dozens of spanking implements, several pieces of spanking furniture, and spanking is an important part of our sex life. <br /><br />This question is worded rather cleverly. If it would have asked if I prefered spanking as a "lifestyle," I would have had difficulty answering. What would constitute a spanking lifestyle? Would one's professsion have to be in spanking? Would one's house be decorated in a spanking motif? However, the question used the term, "lifestyle choice," which, at least to my imaginary mind, means an important part of one's habits, but not the main focus of it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">25.Would you rather your lover be a vanilla or a spankoholic too?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My lovely wife, Angela, is a through-and-through spanko, and I much prefer it that way. <br /><br />I have often wondered what it would be like if Angela were not a spanko. I was not originally attracted to her because of spanking because when we met, I did not know of her preferences. I thought she was beautiful, interesting, and funny. We shared many non-spanking interests, including computers, sports, and politics. She also liked me, which is always a plus. If Angela were not a spanko, would I still have married her? Yes, I probably would have. Indeed, I fell in love with her after our first couple of dates. We began our sexual relationship after a few weeks of dating, before we knew of each others love of spanking. I actually think that, were Angela not a spanko when we met, she would have accepted my spanking proclivities and attempted to satisfy them. <br /><br />Should Angela suddenly disappear (this can, after all, happen to imaginary people), at my current age, I do not think I could settle down with a different person who were not a spanko. I've become too set in my ways, too comfortable with my desires. It would be too difficult of an adjustment for me to have a lasting relationship with a woman who did not wish to spank me, and I do not wish to change that aspect of myself.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-51061339077861973932009-09-15T15:02:00.002-05:002009-09-15T15:13:00.807-05:00The Meme Returns From A Short Break<span style="font-weight: bold;">18.Would you rather your spanker have physical contact with you?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I had difficulty answering this question because I do not have a strong preference either way. My first impulse was to respond that I would, indeed, rather have physical contact with my spanker. However, upon further reflection, I realized that, given the way I usually prefer to be spanked (bent over, draped over furniture, or laying flat), physical contact might be awkward. Given that, I determined that my preference was that I would rather the spanker NOT be in physical contact with me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">19.Would you prefer to be spanked in the woods with a tree branch, bent over the hood of a car, or in a school with a ruler bent over the desk of your teacher/principal?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I had prepared a longer, more descriptive answer to this question earlier, but, as I mentioned in my last post, my computer crashed and took my response with it to the computer version of never-never land. I have become too frustrated to retype the entire thing, thus I shall summarize. Since the car hood scenario does not mention an implement, I shall assume that the spanker will use a belt.<br /><br /><u>In woods with tree branch</u><br /><b>Pros:</b> Nice outdoor setting; possibility of being caught adds to sexiness.<br /><b>Cons:</b> Difficult to find ideal location; Tree branch can break or a switch can cut; Risk of being seen can detract from scene; Dirt and leaves can adhere to crucial exposed body parts.<br /><br /><u>Bent over hood of car: </u><br /><b>Pros:</b> Can be done in an outdoor setting, or can be done in garage to insure privacy; Belt is good spanking instrument.<br /><b>Cons:</b> Possibility of being caught; car hood can be too hot; Might be difficult to find a good location; Oil slicks or exhaust fumes may be disagreeable.<br /><br /><u>Over Desk with Ruler by Teacher/Principal: </u><br /><b>Pros:</b> Preferred position; Can allow for more privacy; Scene can take many different turns; Can be creative with dress.<br /><b>Cons:</b> Ruler is not especially painful spanking implement; might have problem location a desk; We're not into a scene where the spanker has more "power" (not spanking power).<br /><br />If the teacher option were with a paddle rather than a ruler, then it would have been the clear-cut choice. However, since I do not care for a ruler as a spanking implement, my choice would be to be spanked over the hood of a car.<br /></span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">20.Would you rather be a brat to your spanker to deserve a spanking or simply ask your spanker for a spanking because you know you needed it?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I would much rather ask for a spanking. I am a man. Men don't "brat."<br /><br />If you were to ask my darling wife that question, she would probably take you over her knee and give you a good spanking in lieu of a response.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">21.Have you received a spanking in the past week?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Is his holiness, The Pope, Catholic? Do fish swim? Does a bear do his business in the woods? Was George W. Bush a terrible president? Okay, that last one might be somewhat subjective.<br /><br />Yes, I received a very nice spanking this past Sunday, thank-you very much.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-86968177877216031062009-09-07T20:22:00.006-05:002009-09-07T21:05:31.042-05:00On The Topic Of Positions<span style="font-size:85%;">I had answered three questions for this edition, however even imaginary computers crash, and it took with it two of my answers. So whilst I re-type those answers, I shall delight you with the one response that did not end up in the ether.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">17.Would you rather be spanked OTK or bent over a table/chair?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPKvFRoB6eAFuguqErW7UB-l-XcmTh1k6Us0G-ugOEsfuyXe3LquDvqEub8kftKV1iGhsESuZZvcsn0rIgd8mKinTGMb9rLikKEHvgqUN1ana7r4XC0aoqzfll3oiyfXYoCec_g/s1600-h/example-otk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPKvFRoB6eAFuguqErW7UB-l-XcmTh1k6Us0G-ugOEsfuyXe3LquDvqEub8kftKV1iGhsESuZZvcsn0rIgd8mKinTGMb9rLikKEHvgqUN1ana7r4XC0aoqzfll3oiyfXYoCec_g/s200/example-otk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909702424552258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">From my readings on the world wide interweb, it appears that perhaps the favorite position in which to be spanked is the traditional OTK, or over-the-knee, position. Although certainly not universal, the OTK position is often preferred because of the intimacy that it provides to both the spanker and the spankee.<br /><br />Which is, perhaps, why I do not like this position. I would prefer to be bent over a table or chair.<br /><br />You see, spanking is spanking, and intimacy is intimacy. While one may lead to the other, I'd rather they not intertwine. Stimulating other parts of me seems to distract me from the wonders of having my bottom warmed.<br /><br />Secondly, being spanked over another's knee is, to me, awkward. Unless the spanker is seated on a bed, bench, or sofa, where the spankee can actually just lay across the spanker's lap, the OTK position requires too much balancing, positioning, etc. Unless the spankee is considerably smaller than the spanker, I don't think that this position works.<br /><br />The last reason why I don't prefer over-the-knee spankings is that they remind me too much of parents spanking young children. I'm not generally opposed to spanking one's children, but I don't wish to get into a discussion of that nature at this time. However, whichever end of the hairbrush I am on, the OTK position makes me feel that the spanker is treating the spankee like a child, or that the spankee is being made to feel like a child. I feel like the spankee is being punished and that the spanking should be unpleasant, neither of which Angela and I practice. We like our spankings to be rewarding and fun.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QuCihfxwDhH8qh_5pVPsK2W4cn_muwcaGGzV4Ymxdp-BcX-U01NEzujodcTbfFKOD1IX5D4hyywv2Rf7RC3m6dAPpZMt7VXyO7TZDR87w_pGFrg83QI2alNFdQETX05YnpA0Rw/s1600-h/example-bent-over.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QuCihfxwDhH8qh_5pVPsK2W4cn_muwcaGGzV4Ymxdp-BcX-U01NEzujodcTbfFKOD1IX5D4hyywv2Rf7RC3m6dAPpZMt7VXyO7TZDR87w_pGFrg83QI2alNFdQETX05YnpA0Rw/s200/example-bent-over.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909695649530306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Further, as I discussed while answering the questions about implements, I enjoy the process of submitting to a spanking. I get more pleasure, more tingles, out of presenting my butt to Angela without the need for her to hold on to me. In addition, when I</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> bend over, it gives Angela a better opportunity to admire my butt (which she does every chance she gets), and to delight in the job she is doing spanking me. Having something to be bent over adds to the pleasure since the spankee has something upon which to lean, thus taking pressure off of the legs. There's nothing more disappointing than hav</span><span style="font-size:85%;">ing to cut short a good spanking because one's knees, rather than one's butt, hurt too much.<br /><br />All of that being said, when asked "What is your position on health care reform," I have been known to respond, "Over my knee with her pants down."<br /><br />But that is certainly a topic for another imaginary blog.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-20274237278782146812009-09-05T09:15:00.001-05:002009-09-05T09:18:18.376-05:00Spanking Preference Meme: Questions 14 to 16<span style="font-size:85%;">I'm traveling to The Big City this weekend, but I wanted to leave you with an answer or two rather than have one of my patented week-long pauses, so here are some shorter answers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">14.Would you rather your spanking be strictly disciplinarian or sexually attractive in nature?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I would rather spankings be sexually attractive in nature. The discipline can be used as an excuse for the spanking, but for Angela and me, spankings are part of our sexuality, and most often lead to sex. Quite frankly, I think that all spankings between consenting adults are sexual in nature. They may supposedly be strictly for discipline, and they may be unpleasant, but the human tush is a major erogenous zone for adults. An activity such as spanking, which involves baring, presenting, and physically stimulating an erogenous zone, in close contact with another adult, frequently one with whom you are in a relationship with, will have a major sexual component.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">15.Would you rather be spanked by a male or by a female?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Definitely female. I have only been spanked by a male once, in a situation where we were having an evening of spanking with another couple. <br /><br />At my advanced age, I now really wish to be spanked by only one person, my lovely wife Angela. To show my shameless sexist nature, I could see myself spanking women other than Angela. But if I never spank anyone other than Angela, I will not be disappointed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">16.Would you rather be cuddled or scolded after your spanking?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Since spankings for us are sexual in nature and in practice, my strong preference would be to be cuddled.<br /><br />That being said, in our case, after a spanking there is usually a great deal of moaning, grunting, and thrusting, with some occasional shouts or screams, depending on the proximity of other ears. Then we proceed to the cuddling.<br /><br />The next post will spend a little time discussing spanking positions.<br /><br />In case I don't address you before then, please have a safe, relaxing, and enjoyable Labor Day. Labor takes on a special importance this year, considering the large number of people at this time who are lacking in employment.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-33428389190863766712009-09-02T20:48:00.003-05:002009-09-02T20:56:42.923-05:00Dress Meme<span style="font-size:85%;">Today's questions deal with clothing, or lack thereof, during a spanking.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11.Would you rather be spanked with pants up or pants down?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With my pants down. I've always felt that being spanked with one's pants up was more like a massage. The spanking doesn't really begin until the spanker declares, "Take down your pants!"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12.Would you rather be spanked with undies up or undies down?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Undies down. When the pants come down, the underpants should, too. I am an adult, after all, and adults should always be spanked on the bare bottom.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13.Would you rather be spanked somewhat clothed or entirely naked?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm sure that you are now assuming that, since I prefer my pants to be down, or even off, when I am spanked, the logical progression would be that I would prefer to be spanked naked. You would be wrong. To me, a spanking is more erotic when one is partially clothed.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRfHToMz8msApzphDnNHHy2pGdTTs5KgjwKcAjomo_yFhPPoFLaiYe_SjNGVgUAjYeyKzGVupOFlcfKBs9ewntraW5yIR03VzagIKJCRpH-kFt5_Abk58Iyr4ATX30bJ2XAJSgg/s1600-h/bare-butt-man-a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRfHToMz8msApzphDnNHHy2pGdTTs5KgjwKcAjomo_yFhPPoFLaiYe_SjNGVgUAjYeyKzGVupOFlcfKBs9ewntraW5yIR03VzagIKJCRpH-kFt5_Abk58Iyr4ATX30bJ2XAJSgg/s200/bare-butt-man-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377053229476315074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">So what would I consider the ideal dress code for a spanking? For Angela and I, the answer is for the spankee to be wearing a shirt and slippers. I've always thought this was a sexy look. Wearing the shirt tends to draw attention to one's ass, which, in a spanking, is the primary area of focus. Wearing the slippers has a more practical purpose, to keep from getting schmutz on your feet. The footwear often called "flip-flops" will also work in this scenario. Shoes are okay in a pinch, but don't wear socks. Wearing socks with no pants just looks silly and is not sexy in any way.<br /><br />The "pants down" look is also </span><span style="font-size:85%;">interesting, especially when the spanker is the one who lowers the trousers. Naturally, the pants must come down to the ankles, not just the knees. And in most cases, at some point during or after the spanking, the pants will come off.<br /><br />A complementary question to this might be, <b>"Do you prefer the person spanking you to be fully clothed, partially clothed, or completely naked?"</b> While many spankos might be satisfied by answering "Yes" to that question, I, of course, wish to explore the issue further.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRc1eZ01C_7hIP4HhkIoWNL6pfRoBAFuyPGNJBxu81TZReRzAageXxm38osAQ88NOT3G9Ha7fcMHMc9S094GoS6nBoDGTrKMVuHAG6eBCJrwPXD07anu3R3uFrN6wP5iIepD2ow/s1600-h/bare-butt-girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRc1eZ01C_7hIP4HhkIoWNL6pfRoBAFuyPGNJBxu81TZReRzAageXxm38osAQ88NOT3G9Ha7fcMHMc9S094GoS6nBoDGTrKMVuHAG6eBCJrwPXD07anu3R3uFrN6wP5iIepD2ow/s200/bare-butt-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377053226267923298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I prefer Angela to be wearing no pants when she spanks me. She has such a cute butt that it would be cruel to hide it from me during</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> a spanking. Besides, when we are both not wearing pants, it makes it easier for us to switch roles, with the spanker becoming the spankee. It also makes it simpler to move from the spanking part of the session to the love making part.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In conclusion, I just think it would be a better world of everyone didn't wear pants. Since that currently is not socially acceptable, I'll take my pants off when I am spanked.<br /><br />And (he says with an innocent grin), you should, too.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27658943.post-28491165116851169902009-09-01T08:33:00.003-05:002009-09-01T08:49:45.323-05:00The Meme Continues<b>10. Would you rather have just a red bottom or welts/bruises? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In reality, I do not have a strong preference either way. I like a good, hard spanking, and it doesn't really matter what my butt looks like afterwards. However, since I am an imaginary spanko, I cannot accept reality. Additionally, I promised that I would choose one answer because to do otherwise would be cheating.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclFFomKX1tVAP0h8tH6QA4IC-jjoNj7kPaZr9gsFfqjKcgFm869e3GgOw8ccfjV5VqZeoq0DYeh1MfbCBI6jHvxeXjkXG87oCP6KkH1dzOIkh9RziSWIZ4L-OIYmVOTI8RfPXBA/s1600-h/bruised-butt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclFFomKX1tVAP0h8tH6QA4IC-jjoNj7kPaZr9gsFfqjKcgFm869e3GgOw8ccfjV5VqZeoq0DYeh1MfbCBI6jHvxeXjkXG87oCP6KkH1dzOIkh9RziSWIZ4L-OIYmVOTI8RfPXBA/s320/bruised-butt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376495173343480402" border="0" /></a>Therefore, I would rather have welts or bruises. The reason for this is that I like my spankings to be hard, and as stated before, I like to be spanked with a sturdy, wooden implement. With this combination, the harder I am spanked, the more likely it is that I will have marks on my behind after the spanking has concluded. Additionally, I do like to feel the soreness during the typical post-paddling sex, and also to linger into the next day. With a bruised butt, both of these scenarios are more likely. I will gladly take a nice, red butt on any day, but for a more satisfying spanking experience, I'd like to have some bruises.</span><br /><br /><b>11. Would you rather be spanked for the naughty things you have done or just because you enjoy the experience? </b><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">When you have been married as long as Angela and I have, "naughty" no longer seems relevant. Also, we do not use spankings for discipline. We spank because we enjoy the experience. Spanking is a big part of our sex life, and helps us feel emotionally close.<br /><br />Having said that, it is always nice to find an excuse for a spanking. But real life (or in our case, imaginary life) failings are either entirely too trivial to warrant a spanking, or are serious and require discussion and effort to resolve. I would not want to spank Angela for misplacing her keys, and I do not wish to be spanked if I am not following through in my physical therapy.<br /><br />Therefore, we have taken the path of making things up for which a spanking would be deserved. Angela is especially good at this. For instance, I was once given 100 swats with a bath brush for risking all of our savings. The reason I did this, sayeth Angela, was because I looked at a pretty girl with a nice bottom. As my darling wife's logic went, this girl was very good at reading facial expressions, so she would see me looking at her and know that I would imagine myself spanking her. She would then stalk me and secretly take my picture, use Photoshop to super-impose my face onto a picture of a man spanking a woman, post that picture on her Facebook page, and tell the entire world that I kidnap pretty girls and spank them. This would cause me to lose my job and be sued by the parents of my daughters' friends. I would have to use all of our savings to defend myself and clear my name, leaving us virtually homeless and penniless. So, for that, I was spanked.<br /><br />I have also been spanked for:<br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Exacerbating global warming by eating too many chili dogs</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Nearly "popping" the moon when lighting off fireworks</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Launching a tree to Mars</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Creating mutant mice that almost ate our children</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Teaching our children how to sabotage their teachers' computers (okay, I did that one, but it did not cause a complete collapse of this country's educational system)</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:85%;">So Angela and I spank each other because we enjoy the experience, but was also get spanked for the naughty things that we <i>haven't</i> done.</span>Frank Spankohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04052096609805896465noreply@blogger.com0