XOXO, Beth

I love waking up in the mornings next to YS. Something that doesn’t happen nearly enough which makes it all the more special when it does. The moment he starts to stir he reaches out to pull me close to him and give me kisses — spooning until we’re both less encumbered by our sleepiness.

That’s how our morning began one unremarkable Saturday. Neither of us had set an alarm and so we slowly began to wake a little past eleven. He felt so warm and comfortable beside me that I could have lain there forever in utter contentment. We stayed that way for hours as we unhurriedly passed the time snuggling and talking with a little bit of teasing thrown in for good measure. When he finally sat up, I thought he was ready to go downstairs but he merely scooted to the edge of the bed and retrieved a strap from his bag of implements kept below it.

He sat crossed-legged on the bed and patted his lap. “I want to spank you,” he said.

I smiled at him as I crawled over his lap, my crotch settled on his knee. He warmed me up nicely with his hand until my bottom felt warm and just a tad sore. Then he had me lie flat on the bed so he could switch to a favored strap — one that was stingy enough to hurt without being overwhelming. He strapped me slowly, letting me me absorb the pain and sensations from each stroke. Every so often he’d stop to rub my bottom while telling me how much he loved me and how I was his good girl. For the finale, he gave me several hard strokes in quick succession.

I was a relaxed puddle of goo especially when he returned to rubbing my hurting bottom. When he tossed the strap aside, I rolled away from him giggling and flopped my head back on to my pillow. I reached between my legs before holding up my hand. “I’m wet,” I announced, showing him the evidence on my fingers.

“Yeah?” he asked, grinning widely.

“Yeah,” I replied.

He was on me in a second — kissing me all over my body and touching me everywhere. Later, after I had been thoroughly fucked and then cuddled some more, we finally decided to abandon our bed in search of food. A peek at my phone informed me of the time: 3:30p.

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So, here I am drinking lemonade and trying to write about an interesting thing that happened over the weekend when I receive a text from Mike Tanner telling me that my email's been hacked and sending out spam! Arrgghhh!!!

Some of the spam bounced back to my account, and I can see that it not only sent out spam to all of my contacts but to every single fucking person I've ever exchanged a single email with.

I've been guilty of re-using passwords on different sites so another site probably got hacked and it took my gmail password. If you receive an email from me, especially one with my name and some sort of timestamp/date in the subject line, please delete it. I'm sorry for the inconvenience!

:(

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It’s not often that I’m punished. I mean really punished. Mostly, YS will make me stand in a corner for a couple minutes or write him an apology letter or sometimes he might give me a serious spanking. Scary/horrible/I’m-going-to-die-if-he-doesn’t-stop spankings are few and far between.

But I knew that was exactly what he was going to give me when he had me come upstairs with him. My feet felt glued to the floor as I nervously stared at him sitting atop of the bed. When he beckoned me over to him, I shook my head in refusal until he threatened to frown at me. Always sensitive to his unhappy expressions, I reluctantly shuffled over slowly and lay over his lap.

He rested his arm against my bottom and kept it there as he proceeded to scold me for my behavior saying things such as, “You know I hate it when you do that,” and “You embarrassed me.” I’d already been feeling guilty for what I’d done, and hearing his lecture just made me feel even worse.

The spanking started with his hand but it was anything other than a warm-up. He smacked me so hard and fast that I didn’t know what to do with myself. Thirty seconds in and I was ready for the spanking to be done. My stomach flip-flopped when I heard the sound of my most hated paddle being drawn out of his implement bag. Despite my pleading, begging, and shrieking, he swatted me over and over and over again with that dreaded paddle. When I partially flipped to my side one to many times, YS struck the backs of my thighs instead.

Eventually, he switched to the short acrylic cane and caned both my bottom and thighs. I struggled to stay still to avoid the strokes to my thighs but failed. I wanted to call the scene — say that it was done — but this was a punishment and beyond my control. All I could do was miserably wail, “I don’t want to do this anymore!”

“You don’t get a choice,” he replied, unsympathetically.

When he finally tossed the cane aside, I thought we were done. To my dismay, he picked up the paddle again.

“I want you to apologize properly. If you don’t, I’m going to start all of this over again,” he threatened.

Words streamed out of my mouth in a jumble. Terrified that he would somehow my apology inadequate I babbled on and on in a panic. After accepting my apology, he announced that I would receive a final eight strokes with the paddle. I didn’t have the energy to argue and resignedly buried my face into the pillow I’d grabbed partway through the spanking for comfort.

I didn’t bother keeping count in my head because it took every ounce of will power to endure the final strokes without flipping away, kicking my legs, or putting my hands back. Once he’d given me all eight, he gathered me up in his arms and cradled me in his lap as I cried into his shirt.

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I did something that I used to swear I'd never ever do: I told a vanilla about my spanking kink.

"Taylor" and I first met each other briefly when she accompanied her cousin (we all went to the same college) to save me from the most awkward party hosted by my ex-boyfriend where his best friend was trying to get in my pants. A year later, we found ourselves in the same graduate school program together where we discovered kindred spirits in one another. She’s been my closest vanilla friend ever since.

For the last year or so I've half-heartedly mulled over the possibility of telling her about my "other" life. You might roll your eyes but she's super into 50 Shades and has seemed more adventurous after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend. Minus all the spanking details, she's known about my semi-open relationship with YS since he and I began dating, and she's been nothing but supportive and non-judgmental about our non-traditional arrangement.

Still, I hadn't been planning on telling her about my spanking interests when we met up for dinner. But as the night progressed and we moved on to an adorable outdoor wine bar, I thought, "Why not?" I started hinting at being "kinky" which then turned into a more emphatic, "No, I'm kinky." Slowly, I began to disclose more details but I couldn't come out and directly say it so I led with the less embarrassing (for me anyway), "Well, I'm sorta into BDSM." It was hours later when the "S" word finally made an appearance.

She looked at me completely unperturbed and said, "Oh? That's it? That doesn't seem like a big deal."

Even though her response was perfect, her lack of horror -- the worst case scenario I'd been bracing for -- at my most hidden secret made me even more nervous. And then we ended up in a comically weird role reversal where I told her I'm strange and she assured me that I'm perfectly normal and that a spanking kink isn't something to be ashamed about. When I told her about my blog, the first thing she said was, "Please tell me you have ads on that thing." :P

Now that she knows that I go to spanking parties she's fascinated with the idea of them. Although she's completely flummoxed by the fact that spanking alone is sufficient for us and doesn't always accompany sex. That's the difference between spankos and vanillas, I guess. If I weren't completely self-conscious about her seeing me play I think I would take her for a looksee. I can't foresee that happening anytime soon because it's overwhelming enough just having her know my secret.

I’m not coming completely out of the spanko closet. I love my Narnia-esque fantasy land inside the wardrobe that our spanking community provides. Rather, I’ve just let her have a peek inside of it.

So, a vanilla knows... And the world spins on.

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Have you ever been to the Smithsonian's National Zoo in Washington D.C.? I went for the first time years ago with some grad school mates who were interning in the Capitol for the summer. I've been wanting to go back, so YS and I took a field trip there for a birthday outing (More about that day coming soon.)

(If the animals are well cared for) I love the zoo. In addition to a wide variety of happy animals, this zoo even has beer, Dip 'n Dots ice cream, a $3 carousel ride, and a petting zoo. Although it was overrun with large groups of children when we first walked through the gates around 1:30p it drastically cleared out a few hours later. As YS and I continued our trek through the grounds we came across an isolated walk way. To my surprise, he grabbed my arm and gave me a a couple spanks.

YS let me go, and as I stood there embarrassed for a seconds, a mother with her kids rounded the corner. He grinned at me and I giggled nervously while we waited for them pass. When they were no longer in sight, he perched me on the fencing and spanked me again.

Once more, we narrowly missed being observed because a few seconds after I'd hopped back down a police car drove by on adjacent road. Then we merrily continued on our way to see more animals.

Stealthy spankings for the win? I think so!

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Sometimes it's hard to forget the camera. The last thing I want is for this blog to turn into a manufactured performance rather than a real reflection of my kinky life, so I've been wondering whether or not making videos with YS is such a good thing. But if we stopped filming, then YS and I wouldn't have videos like this one.

Back in June I wrote a about a fun caning that involved me being tied up with silk scarves (Tied Up and Caned). It truly was a pleasant moment for us. It wasn't crazy intense or even all that hrd, but I loved every minute of it because it just felt so natural and genuine. This is a video that I'm glad to share.

Note: This video received so many views that the server won't play it. I've uploaded a second copy that should be working soon.

I couldn't sleep tonight so I started going through all the videos YS and I have made together. Some of them we've shared online and some we haven't. Videos of my punishments fall into the latter category. While I usually write about my punishments in detail, the thought of having someone else be able to watch them makes me feel weird. Punishments are such private and intimate moments between YS and I that I don't feel comfortable sharing them. (The only exception to this general rule is Stacy because she's my Stacykins.)

But watching the punishments got me thinking about how they end. More often than not, YS usually ends a punishment with a certain number of announced swats and with an implement that I absolutely detest. Usually my first emotion is relief that there's an end in sight to my misery, but on the other hand, I have to brace myself for swats that will make me panic and sound like a dying moose. I don't even try to keep count as they happen because knowing whether I have 8, 5, or even 2 more swats makes it seem worse for me. I'd rather just mindlessly endure it. And that's exactly what I do. >.<

I won't show you the entire punishment but I'll show you the last ten with a horrible paddle so you know what I'm talking about.

Be warned: I sound like a dying moose.

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Other people celebrate birthdays but since I happen to be exceptionally awesome I celebrate Princess Day instead. :D

What is Princess Day? It’s a step above a regular birthday because not only is it an entire day where YS will spend it with me doing whatever I want but I can also do not so great things without consequences or punishment. YS isn’t even allowed to frown at me! For example, when I woke up on the morning of my Princess Day and felt like “stomping” in bed (meaning = crankily kicking my feet against the bed), YS cooed at me, “That’s a good stomp! What a good stomper you are!” >:D

Princess Day began in the best possible way. I came downstairs to find that Ellee and YS had stealthily decorated the living room with a banner that read, “Welcome Princesses!” along with some princess and Disney themed balloons. They even had a birthday princess sash waiting for me to put on. (And by "they," I mean ellee because I'm sure it was her idea to get all the wonderful decorations.) I had brought along the beautiful tiara Maria had given me the year before, and I wore it the whole day to complete my look.

Since YS had taken the day off of work to spend it with me, we lazily lounged, picked up lunch from a food truck, went to the zoo, and had dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. I was so worn out from my day that I fell asleep on the car ride home from dinner. However, I woke up long enough to open presents, eat some cake (a non-butter cream one that YS had to search for), and lastly, get my Princess Day spanking and sex.

While I wore nothing but a princess organza tutu that I sewed myself for this occasion, YS warmed me up with a nice hand spanking before using his belt and then a lightweight strap. Unlike YS’ birthday, where I took 31 swats for each year of his life, my spanking didn’t have a set number of strokes because I just wanted to feel the connection YS and I share whenever we have good play. I was a puddle of goo and very, very ready for some sex before he even finished.

I couldn’t have asked for a better day with my love. Now I just need to pass the time until next year’s Princess ~~Day~~ WEEKEND.

(Oh, and for the record, even the carousel operator at the zoo recognized Princess Day because as YS and I took our turn on the ride, he spontaneously announced over the loud speaker, “Happy Birthday, to the birthday princess, Beth!”)

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No, I don't mean the figurative desire for another spanking, I'm talking about the literal, seemingly interminable itching that follows a hard spanking, or in my case, a weekend full of spankings.

It's one of those unsexy realities that authors never mention in spanking romances. The poor spanked heroine always has a sore bottom for days but you never hear about the itching that can last equally as long! Once my bruises start to heal (usually within a day or two - darn my fast healing body!), my bottom turns to sandpaper that can't be ameliorated despite rubbing on copious amounts of lotions and cocoa butter. Scratching it isn't even satisfying because the skin is still so tender that fingernails against it are shockingly painful. :( I can sometimes stand a day or two of the itching before I suck it up and try to exfoliate by dry brushing with a stiff bristled body brush... and experiencing that is about as fun as it sounds in your head. Oy.

Is this going to stop me from wanting spankings in the future? Nope. Then what's my point? I have no idea. I forgot it while thinking about how much my bum itches.

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In the last four years, I've been to Atlantic City four times and to Las Vegas six times. All for spanking-related travel. However, it wasn't until my third sojourn to Vegas that Stacy (so maybe this is her fault) introduced me to the wonders of slot machines. More Hearts! The Wizard of Oz! Willy Wonka! I find those games with the colorful screens, catchy tunes, and delightful bonus games utterly entertaining.

While I did manage to turn $10 into $70 in AC in April, most of the time the slot machine ends up eating my money rather quickly. What is doubly unfortunate is that YS (because he's mean and unfair) will only let me gamble a grand total of $20 the entire weekend.

YS is not a huge fan of my gambling. Mostly, he thinks it's a waste of money. Then I get mad at him if he tells me how to bet because I feel like he's disrupting my lucky flow. Also, when we were in Vegas earlier this month, each attempt at gambling ended up with him dragging me off the casino floor to our room upstairs for a spanking or scolding because I would whine about my $20 limit. :( In fact, he says my gambling time occurs in the following predictable cycle:

Stage 1: Excitement.This is where I'm giddy and excited at the prospect of pushing those slot machine buttons. In fact, you can often find me (I kid you not) skipping down the hallways with YS in tow merrily singing:

I'm goin' gamblin'. To win some money.

I'm goin' gamblin'. To win some money.

Stage 2: Joy. I'm so happy to be gambling. I've perched myself on YS' lap and am enjoying the game. Sometimes I even bounce. (According to YS, this stage lasts for 5 minutes.)

Stage 3: Growing grumpiness. As my money quickly disappears from my available credits with each bet, I start to pout. This is where I start to complain to YS that $20 isn't enough.

Stage 4: Forced exit. Tired of my complaining, whining, and overall grumpiness, YS marches me upstairs to our suite. Not so pleasant things will happen there, and I will inevitably end up in tears.

Spank and repeat.

This cycle repeated itself more times than I'd like to admit. >.<

The stars must be aligning for me because I'm on a business trip to Vegas in October. It'll be my first non-spanking trip to Vegas since I last went with girlfriends in college. I need my second bite of the apple. Slot machines, wait for me!

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I didn’t mean to go this long without writing. There was a lot going on in my life, and I didn’t have much energy to devote to this blog. I’ll be playing “catch up” for the next few posts.

Early this year, YS told me that his work would be sending him out to “Lemon Grove” for a nerd conference. Taking advantage of the rare opportunity for alone time, he decided to extend the trip by arriving the Friday before the conference’s start on Tuesday. Since we could enjoy the city during the work week we decided to make a vacation out of the weekend.

Everything for our first real vacation together really started to fall into place at the beginning of September. We found a perfect cottage for us by the beach in Santa Cruz that not only had a hot tub but was also pet-friendly, meaning MissMoo could tag along. To make things even better, a clarification of a scheduling mix-up with his work even gave us one more day, making our planned time together total almost a full week.

Our first day passed pretty perfectly from the moment Moo and I collected YS from the airport. We stuffed ourselves at an all-you-can-eat BBQ buffet, enjoyed a pleasant mountain drive to Santa Cruz, and spent hours lazing about and settling into our cottage. After drinks in the hot tub, we also savored the best tamales I’d ever eaten (purchased from an amazing little hole-in-the-wall in the Mexican neighborhood). We went to bed happily looking forward to the rest of our days.

But sometimes life throws curveballs.

At 9 a.m. we were woken by YS’ step-mother calling. He ignored it, wanting us to get more sleep, but when she immediately rang again, he answered. From hearing only his side of the conversation I could tell something was wrong.

He hung up the phone, and I asked what had happened.

“My dad died.”

He looked stunned but spoke those awful words so calmly that it took a moment for them to sink in. While I knew his father wasn’t in the best of health, his death was still unexpected. He was only in his early 60s.

For a few seconds he looked so distressed. I felt helpless and tried to hide the internal panic that was setting in. I didn’t know what to do for him. I didn’t even know what to say other than horribly generic apologies so I stupidly kissed him all over his face and chest. In retrospect, there wasn’t much I could do. After all, I couldn’t bring his father back from the dead. But even now I wish I could have donesomething. It’s one of the times in my life where I have felt the most helpless.

YS called it a “human moment.” He’s right. I don’t know how else one would describe sharing in someone’s raw grief. At his insistence, we proceeded with a planned day trip to nearby Carmel. On the way down we started to sing along to a song on his playlist — something we always do when that particular song comes on. He abruptly stopped singing mid-line and when I looked over, YS — one of the most solid and steadiest men I’ve never known and who had been holding it together 1000x better than I ever could — was in tears. Instantly, my own tears started, and neither of us said anything for a while as we drove along the coast holding hands.

Although YS canceled his conference and changed his flight to leave two days early, we still had a few days to spend together in between his calls to relatives to make funeral arrangements. As much as I needed and had been looking forward to our carefree vacation, I’m ever so thankful that I was able to be there for him for this life event, especially since I couldn’t be at the funeral. After all, it would have been much too difficult to explain my sudden presence to his family who, with the exception YS’ sibling, aren’t privy to our poly arrangement.

So, things didn’t really go the way we’d planned. However, we still managed to enjoy each others’ company and made many sad/funny/lovely memories together. As I titled this post: Life. It happens.

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Harry the Prairie Dog came into my life on my Princess Day. YS picked him out for me at the zoo’s gift shop because he refers to us as a bonded pair of prairie dogs ever since he found a picture of a prairie dog sleeping on top of another the same way I sleep on him.

But alas, YS selected the prairie dog with an adventurer’s spirit. When we were visiting Jules, Harry decided that he would rather explore Pennsylvania than return to California with me. Julesy then took him to Chicago where YS collected him and brought him to back to D.C. for the few months until he could get Harry on a plane to reunite with me in Las Vegas.

I thought he was almost home for good, but I guess Harry had other plans. We lost each other at the Southwest ticket counter. I made my way back to Lemon Grove, and Harry continued on to satisfy his wanderlust.

These are the last known photographs of Harry the Prairie dog. YS Grumpypants spanked me for being a slow poke and not getting ready when he asked me to get moving, and Harry was there to comfort me in my time of need because I was sad and sore. :(

Once he’s tired of adventuring, maybe one day the real Harry the Prairie Dog will return to me?

Harry, I love you. Please come home!

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It’s extremely rare that I go to a local event but a few weeks ago I ventured out to the Citadel for a new party called SPANK! Although I don’t really know anyone in the local scene, I had my fingers crossed that I might find a pretty girl for me to play with because I’ve been dying for a spanking lately. (Didn’t happen, but hey, a girl can dream.) However, when the day of the party rolled around, I was hesitant to go, so it took a pep talk from YS to get me to try it out without him. ♥

I hate to say this… but… I didn’t like it at all. To be clear, I’m not knocking the event itself and wouldn’t discourage someone else from trying it; it just wasn’t for me. Or perhaps I went in expecting it to be like the parties I’ve grown accustomed to over the years by going to events such as the SSNY Christmas Party or BBW.

SPANK! had the feel of a dungeon party with a spanking theme but it wasn’t per se a “spanking party.” Yes, there were many friendly people there, but it seemed that most folks who were like, “Spanking? Yeah, I like spanking,” as opposed to genuine spankos who innately crave and need it. I’m not trying to fan a BDSMers vs. Spankos argument, especially because I love general dungeon parties too, but I’m of the opinion that a party environment is largely contingent on the interests of the attendees because a BDSM party and a Spanko spanking party are, or at least in my experience have been, vastly different.

I felt incredibly out of my element there, and it made me miss “my” kind of parties. At SPANK! the socializing was limited to the lounge areas so not as to interrupt the scenes in the play space. At the parties I’m used to attending, people are chatting and being silly whether or not there is playing going on. That’s one of the reasons why I love spanking parties so much: that I can have a perfectly normal conversation with a friend while someone else is getting whacked three feet away — and no one bats an eye! Honestly, I think that’s a big draw for those who attend spanking parties because these events are one of the only places where we can comfortably indulge in our kink without feeling like a deranged freak show. When it comes to spanking and parties, I think I prefer a casual environment, and I think that’s what I missed the most.

NOTE: I was hesitant to write this post because the last thing I want to do is appear to be disparaging about a respectable party. Just because the SPANK! party didn’t work for me doesn’t mean that someone else won’t have a fantastic time there.

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This week Miss Moo celebrates her Princess Day! My little love bug came into my life as a shy, 9 week old puppy and has grown into a very sweet but runty weirdo. She’s scared of most things, ignores other dogs, hogs the bed and steals my spot the minute I get up to pee, and most recently has gotten into the very bad habit of stealing the strangest foods (i.e., whole cabbages, bean paste, curry blocks). But she also has many endearing and lovable qualities. She always wants to be leaning up against me, tries to entice me to play with her by bringing to after toy until I respond, and for the most part, is really cuddly and obedient.

When YS and I took our vacation to Santa Cruz, I was apprehensive about bringing Miss Moo along but YS really wanted to spend some time with her (because he is her “step-daddy,” after all). When I picked him up at the airport, she got upset when he hugged me and started barking. That got me worried because if she didn’t like him hugging me, how was she going to tolerate him spanking me? Despite having been in my life for so long, Missy Moo has never been around spanking. I can’t play in my home (thin walls + neighbors = sadface), so all of my spanking activities have occurred away from her.

To gauge her reaction, YS gave me a few test spanks as I lay on the bed. She seemed to watch cautiously, at first, but didn’t get too agitated. When he spanked me another time, she seemed confused and kept intently sniffing the spot where his hand had smacked my bottom. Rather than the spanking itself, Miss Moo seemed most perturbed by my noises and would come over to check on me whenever I made any. I think she eventually got used it because by the end of the weekend, she lazily lay next to me on the bed while YS spanked me on it.

So much for a doggy protector…. :P

It’s ok. I still love her bunches, anyway.

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The author of one of my favorite baking blogs does a weekly post called “Friday Things” where she jots down random thoughts or things going on his her life that don’t relate to baking. Since I am a real girl with interests beyond getting her bottom smacked, I thought I try doing something similar… although I have a feeling a lot of my random thoughts are probably going to touch on the pervy variety.

♥ I hope everyone enjoyed their Halloween. I never get trick-or-treaters but I still buy candy just in case I might disappoint some poor child, so now I’m stuck with a basket of candy that I am slowly working my way through. This year I decided to not subject Miss Moo to a costume but I did toss a laundry basket over her for a few seconds. According to Stacy, “She’s going as Dirty Girl” and that “You should have not let her watch inappropriate television. Tsk, tsk.”

♥ I thought my days of having the batteries of a vibrator die on me in the middle fun times were over after I got a Hitachi that plugs into the wall. Well, apparently, the electric company had other plans for me because the power to my block cut out one morning when I was trying to have some “alone time” before work. I’m pretty sure the whole block heard me yelling, “Arrrghhhh!!!!!!!” And, because my life is governed my murphy’s law, the power came back just as I walked out the door for work. >.<

♥ When I told YS that I was getting an iPhone 6 Plus, he said, “Welcome to 2014,” meaning that I would have a decent sized screen. The first days with it felt so clumsy especially since I have rather tiny hands, but after having a 5.5 inch screen for a couple weeks, I have to say that I couldn’t go back to something smaller. I’m excited to try getting some pervy pictures and video on it with YS!

♥ Speaking of iPhones, it’s been well established that I have a Candy Crush addiction. I constantly miss (rather important) text messages because the date on my phone is always off because I forget to reset it after fiddling with the clock to get more lives. What’s even worse is that I have also developed a Candy Mania addiction. Who doesn’t like a game where you can defeat Evil Gummy Bears? Weird people, that’s who!

♥ One Direction is holding a concert not too far from Lemon Grove! And pre-sale tickets through Citibank go on sale tomorrow at 8 a.m.! You can bet that I'll be at my computer with my credit card ready to go at 7:45 a.m. YS has offered to chaperone my alter ego "Penny" to the concert! I'm hoping for good seats because I wanna be as close to the boys are possible.

How's that for random? Have a great weekend!

It's the start of Love Our Lurkers Days! Bonnie began this day 9 years ago to encourage all blog readers, especially those who are lurkers, to come out of the shadows and leave a comment. When Bonnie closed her epic blog, My Bottom Smarts, the wonderful Hermione of Hermione's Heart took over hosting Sunday blogger brunches and also LOL Day! This year Hermione has extended the event to two days to give bloggers all over the world a chance to participate without worrying about being too early or too late due to time zone differences.

Whether you are new, a sometimes poster, or maybe a long term lurker, I'd love to hear from you. You don't need to be signed in to comment and can do so anonymously. I really want to know who you are even if you just say "hi" because I really, truly, most sincerely appreciate all of you!

For the past two years I've been whoring my bottom out for comments and taking a stroke of an implement for each comment I receive. In 2012, OlympiaSpanker gave me 30 strokes of the cane, and last year, YS whacked me 38 times with a leather strap. We'll be playing the same game of "Whack-A-Beth" this year -- but to make things a bit more fun (for you? me? YS?), you can leave with your comment your choice of implement -- cane, strap, paddle, or belt -- you would like YS to use on me. I'll upload the video of that spanking the next time I see YS.

Thank you for stopping by! Please take a bunny gift bag on your way out! ♥

I love spanking parties. You’re shocked, huh? ;) However, given that I was disappointed by a local BDSM-not-quite-spanko spanking party a few weeks ago, I wanted to tell you about two parties that I would recommend to newbies or veteran party goers alike.

Both parties are hosted by Strictly Spanking New York (SSNY). I generally hesitate to endorse anything because things rarely gets the Beth stamp of approval. However, I can recommend SSNY events without any reservations. The organizers are wonderful people: Jules is a very dear friend of mine and very much like a sister to me, MikeTanner is a fellow Directioner, and Miranda is all-around awesome. They put so many hours into creating a safe, comfortable, and fun environment.

Christmas/Anniversary Party

When: Dec. 5-7, 2014

Where: New York City

Cost: $40

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This is a great way for newbies to dip their toes into going to a spanking party without committing to a full weekend. There are several opportunities to meet other spankos without the pressure of play looming during the Pub Meet & Greet or the Walking Tour of the City. However, if you want to skip all of that, you can just come for the main play party that takes place on Saturday night from 8pm to 1 am at a charming venue where convenient private play spaces are curtained off. Last year the cutoff was at 80 attendees (due to space) and I believe there might be a few places left. Get in touch with Mike or Jules ASAP if you’re interested in going. You don't want to miss a special visit from KRAMPUS!

Also, that's ME up there from last year's party where I got a "good girl" spanking from Santa!

Boardwalk Badness Weekend

When: April 22-27, 2015

Where: Atlantic City, NJ (Location given to registered attendees)

Cost: $150

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This is my favorite, favorite, favorite weekend event. Most people go from Thursday to Monday, although nowadays people are even starting to arrive on Wednesday. This event sells out rather early so don’t be late in buying your tickets and booking your hotel room. Last year over 270+ came together on the Boardwalk for a non-stop weekend of fun which activities such as the Girls School, Uniform Top Event, and Little Parties. The whole suite level is reserved for “us,” so you can play with people until the wee hours of the morning without worrying about being disturbed by those pesky vanillas.

I really, really, really urge people to try out a party at least once even if it's just to socialize. I’m not a huge casual player, but even I have a great time because I get to meet so many great likeminded people who share my love of spanking.

If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at my gmail address: betheisley or on Fetlife.

It was just one of those days. The kind where I’m punchy for no reason. When he’d had enough of my attitude, he pushed me face down onto the bed and immediately began spanking me — just a short but fierce flurry of swats.

He let go of me, and I rolled onto my side. Looking up at him, I furrowed my chin, “That was mean.”

“You were being a little jerk, and I fixed it,” he replied nonchalantly as he stood over me.

I rubbed my sore bottom. Grumpily, I argued with a twinge of exasperation in my voice, “I’m not fixed! I have a hurty butt.”

He grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “That’s what fixed feels like.”

A Lazy Saturday

I've Been Hacked!

The Horrible Kind (A Punishment)

How I Told A Vanilla

A Day at the Zoo

Enjoying a Caning (Video)

The Final Ten (Video)

The Princess Day

The Post-Spanking Itch

The Cycle of Gambling

Life. It Happens.

A Work of Art

Playing in Vegas

A Stuffed Animal Friend

A Different Party Experience

Puppy Love

This & That

Love Our Lurker Days!

Upcoming Party Info

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