Friday, October 30, 2015

PIcture Friday ~ Halloween Edition

Its that time of the year again! Halloween. A very American holiday for sure, and one I was very excited about when I first came to America. And I still enjoy it, plus I get to take our kids out this year while DH hands out the candy. So rain or shine or cold, Happy Halloween!

Monday, October 26, 2015

Cold Bottom Spanking

Hi, DH here!  I’ve been off work since last Thursday and we have really had a nice weekend.  We’ve been extremely diligent in the baby making department, if you know what I’m talkin’ about.    We finished out our long weekend today in a very satisfying way, and I’m back to work tomorrow.

Last night was cold.  It’s been finally cooler here in the Pacific Northwest, and two nights ago I almost froze to death with the window open.  Brr!  We are definitely to the time in the year when Julia and I can cuddle all night without her bursting into flames.  I love the fact that our sleeping lives change with the seasons.  If we had AC, we’d never know how it is to be TOO close sometimes, to generate too much heat for two people to handle.

Back to last night.  I came to bed and Julia turned away from me and offered me her backside.  “Wow!  Your butt is cold!” I yelled on contact, surly sounding like a screeching little girl.

“Don’t you mean bottom, Daddy?” she purred.  I could almost hear her batting her eyelashes.  I pulled her hips into mine and we shivered together, until we were finally warm enough to turn on the TV.  We gave up almost immediately (what is it about Sunday night?), and I made up my mind to take her in hand.

“I want to warm up your bottom with a spanking,” I said.

“Ooo, on my bare bottom?” she cooed.

“Yes, on your bare bottom.”  I sat up in bed, and pulled our covers off of her.  My cock had sprung to full size as I had thought about spanking, so I pulled it up as she lay across my lap.  Her cheeks were cold!  I let my left hand rest on her back as I drew my right hand back and let it fall.  Slap!  I drew back again immediately, raising my arm high to spank her harder.  SLAP!  

“Mmm!” Julia said.  I kept the pace steady, and let my hand fall all over her bottom, until her skin was beginning to turn red, and my hand stung with the effort.  I stopped, and caressed her buttocks.

“I think your bottom is warming up nicely,” I said.

“Oooh, ow,” she moaned.  I resumed, but this time I swung even harder, and aimed low for her sit spot.  

SLAP!  SWAT!  SWAT! THWOK!  I spanked her hard over the diamond-shaped opening at her sit spot, and she jumped, her head bobbing forward.

“Oh!  AH!” she cried.  I spanked her repeatedly in the same spot, and then finally relented with one last final SWAT! across the tops of her thighs.  She moaned and jumped as I caressed her skin.

“Yep, your bottom is nice and warm,” I said.  We had sex, which ended in a huge creampie for her.  Lately, we've been trying for two of those a day.

“Thank you for my spanking, Daddy,” she whispered later as she lay on my chest.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Guest Post! Renee Rose introduces The Hand of Vengeance

Hi everybody,

Today, we are lucky enough to have our own Renee Rose posting on our blog. She is introducing her new book, and from what I have read so far, I totally want to read it! I think its the Star Trek loving girl in me.   :)


Hi DH and Julia!

Thank you so much for having me today to talk about my first sci-fi, The Hand of Vengeance.  The book gets its name from the hero, Blade Vengeance.  The rebels use code phrases when using their communications units and his identifier is: The hand of vengeance strikes. Obviously, I love the double entendre of having that in a spanking romance! :)  

In The Hand of Vengeance, Dr. Lara Simmons, a humanitarian doctor from Earth, is working on the war-torn planet Jesel. When rebel forces capture her to perform surgery on their leader, she finds herself under the protection of the dominant and rather terrifying warrior Blade Vengeance. On Blade's planet, gender roles are antiquated and physical discipline is the norm for correcting disobedient women!  


He checked the door handle. Unbelievably, it was unlocked. Slipping inside, he stripped off his clothes. The room was steamy and warm. Lara hummed softly. He slid the shower curtain open.
Lara stood in the spray, her head tilted back, eyes closed. Her peach-tipped breasts were lifted and separated with the graceful arch of her upper-back. His gaze traveled down her flat belly to ogle her trim little mons and, below it, the slender shapely legs. He drank in the sight of her as if it, alone, might nourish him.
Her lids opened then flew wide.
He clapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t scream,” he murmured. It would damage his ego if Alyx thought she didn’t want him in here. Of course, there was a good chance she didn’t.
He eased his hand away. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She blinked, still looking confused.
He stepped all the way in, trusting the cast on his foot was as waterproof as she’d promised. He gave her the full view of his rather eager manhood. “May I help?”
Her blush charmed him and, when she stepped back, as if to make room for him, he claimed the victory.
He picked up her wrists and pinned her back against the shower wall, the spray of water catching him across the shoulders. He twirled his tongue over her nipple, licking it into a stiff point before sucking, hard then lifted his head to look at her face. Her flush wasn’t of the innocent kind this time—she had pure passion written on her face.
He smiled. Bending to her neglected nipple, he nipped it with his teeth. She jerked in surprise. He laved it with his tongue, then flicked it with the tip.
He spun her around. “Hands against the wall; stick your ass out.” His voice sounded rough and growly.
Amazingly, she obeyed. He wondered how he’d missed the exact point at which he’d won her submission. Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe she simply wanted him as much as he wanted her. He tested it. Drawing back his hand, he landed a sharp smack on her left cheek, watching as it flattened and sprang back under his hand.
“Ow!” She sounded indignant and frowned over her shoulder, but he noticed she stayed in position. “What was that for?”
“My pleasure.” He smacked the other cheek.
She gasped.
When he slid his fingers between her legs, he found her folds slick and swollen. “And yours.”
She made an indistinct sound. He thought it might be of confusion. She still hadn’t reconciled her own attraction to domination and pain.
“Spread your legs.”
She widened her stance. He brought his hand up, between her legs, spanking her pussy.
“Oh,” she squealed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m spanking your beautiful little pussy. Do you know why, Doctor?”
She shook her head.
He slapped her again. “Answer me with words.”
“No, sir.” Her voice sounded choked like the words had raced each other out her mouth.
Damn, there was that sir thing again. It seemed less strange to him this time. He hadn’t wanted or deserved her respect before; he’d only required her compliance so he could keep her safe. Now, he reveled in her deference, as if he’d earned it.
He leaned forward and put his lips near her ear. “Because you love it.” He rubbed two fingers over her slick entrance again. “Don’t you?”
She whimpered.
He spanked her little pussy again then slid his fingers into her moist heat and pumped twice. “Don’t you?” He withdrew his fingers completely.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
“However you want to give it to me.”
His knees nearly buckled. Dear UG, he really had won her submission. The growl in his throat was all animal. All his plans for a long, drawn-out seduction fled as his blood traveled south of his brain.

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The Hand of Vengeance

On a humanitarian mission to the war-torn planet Jesel, Dr. Lara Simmons is used to dealing with lack of supplies, power outages and the constant earthquakes that afflict the planet. But when she's captured by the rebels who need her to perform a life-saving surgery, she finds herself in a situation her medical training didn't prepare her for.

When the airship is blown out of the sky, she ends up in the Jeselian wilderness with no one to rely on but Blade Vengeance, an enormous tattooed rebel warrior. Dominant and unyielding, he doesn't hesitate to take her in hand when she disobeys the rules he lays out for her. Yet she soon learns he also knows how to deliver pleasure--with a passion she's never before experienced.

Blade finds the doctor from Earth sexy as hell, especially when she's giving him attitude, but once he delivers her to headquarters, he tries to pull back from her allure. Known for single-handedly starting the revolution and freeing many of his people, his life is one of hardship, slavery and war. Going soft on a woman isn't part of his plan, especially with the final strike of the revolution so close. But when he sends Lara back to Earth to keep her safe during the upcoming battle, he inadvertently delivers her into enemy hands. Can he find and save her from the revolution he caused?

Publishers Note: This story contains spanking and explicit sex scenes, including anal penetration. If such subject matter offends, do not buy this book.

About Renee Rose
Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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Sunday, October 18, 2015

And then Rambo fell asleep

Hi, DH here!  It's been a beautiful weekend here, although not everything has gone according to plan. A couple of days ago, I stayed up all night to complete my work on a demo for work.  I had offered to show my boss a way for us to get a really big task done, so he called a meeting with some managers across our company, and on Friday morning I gave the demo.

It worked!

So, now I get to give a second demo next Friday, and work on this thing more in my spare time.  Back in my youth, I used to pull "all-nighters" as a lifestyle.  Now that I'm pushing 51, it's not nearly as easy as it used to be.  Friday night I fell asleep at 8 pm, and slept twelve hours.  I felt pretty good yesterday, and started to get some ideas about our evening.  While Julia was in the shower, I got our play box down and picked out my favorite implements: the hard dildo, the glass anal plug, and two paddles: my favorite small wooden one, and the black leather paddle with the long, flexible blade.  I stuffed all of these under my pillow so I would be ready when went to bed.

"Give me your bottom," I'd say.  She would turn around on all fours, and then carefully straddle me so that her rear was raised high, right in front of my face.  I would start her spanking this way, slapping her cheeks with my hand, and playing with her rear entrance.  Perhaps I would put some lube on my thumb, and then slowly press it into her as she moaned out loud.  Then I would take her across my lap, or let her lie on her tummy over our big pillow, and spank her with the light wooden paddle, leaving sharp, stingy swats all over her bottom and upper thighs.  When I was sure her whole bottom was covered and red, I'd switch paddles and bring out the leather blade.  I'd let it rest on her, watching her jump as the cold leather touched her flaming hot skin.  Then I would pull it back, and let it fall high up the curve of her ass, at the top of the groove between her buttocks, so that each subsequent strike would fall lower, in an inexorable march down to her sit spot.

"So what happened?" she asked this morning, as we were cooking bacon.
"I don't know!  I had everything!  I was equipped like frickin' Rambo!"
"And then Rambo fell asleep," she said.

Sigh, yep.  Once in bed, we lay down together.  The last thing I remember is her head on my chest.  I slept for another 11 and a half hours last night, so hopefully I'm all caught up.  Passing out wasn't the plan for last night, but it sure felt good.  ;)

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

Friday, October 16, 2015

Woodshed spanking

Hi, DH here!  I worked from home yesterday so I could finish a project.  I'm actually still working on it into the wee hours of the night, but I thought I should relate what happened today.  Julia and I found ourselves out in the woodshed in the morning after the kids got off to school.  It turned into a beautiful day, and we'd already sat outside for coffee before I had started my day.  Now we were puttering around the yard and decided to visit the shed.

"I might as well give you a spanking, since I've got you in here," I teased.

"Oh, really," she said.  She turned to face the wall and wiggled her bottom at me. I pulled down her sweats.  She'd chosen to wear my favorite white thong when she'd gotten dressed, and now it bared her cheeks really nicely.  She bent over the desk by the wall, and I spanked her with my hand.  I got the angle right on the first swat, and kept moving the target of where I would land the next, keeping her guessing.

Swat, smack!  "Oh!" she cried, shifting her feet.   It didn't seem like we'd been at it very long, but her ass was definitely showing signs of redness.  I rearranged my stance, lining up my hand with her sit spot.  I pulled back and let my hand completely cover the tops of her thighs.  I slowed the pace, working all over her butt until it was glowing.

WHACK!  I paused, letting her register the effect of the swat across the lower part of her bottom and then WHACK! I swatted her hard again and then she was standing, facing me, with her hand on my shoulder.  "I'm done," she said and we both laughed.  Nothing funner than an impromptu spanking!  We went back outside and worked in the yard a little more.  "My butt is on FIRE," she said after a few minutes.

We're having a beautiful Fall here in Seattle, and I hope your weather is nice too, wherever that is.  ;)  This weekend we'll probably visit the pumpkin patch to get our annual jack-o-lanterns ready for Halloween, which may be my favorite holiday of the year.


Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Red Bottoms Espresso: Hannah's Training Chapter 8

Shit!  Oh shit!  She was late!  She had spent the night at her mother’s after all, and her predictions had come true one after the other.  Exhausted, she had made a bed for herself on the lumpy couch in the living room, where she had fallen into a fitful sleep.  She had opened her eyes to the digital readout of the clock above the mantle of the small fireplace: 5:45 AM.  There was no way she was going to make it.

She threw off the old blanket she’d found and sat up on the couch.  Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized he would punish her for being late.  He had listed “tardiness” as one of the rules she had to obey, which meant she would probably get a spanking.  She had laid down fully dressed, so getting dressed amounted to reaching  down and pulling on her shoes.  Last night she’d matched her mother drink for drink, only hers had been soda while her Mom had slugged down vodka, and now Hannah really had to pee.  Daddy would let her go before he spanked her, wouldn’t he?  She bit her lip and moaned quietly, as she realized she didn’t know what to expect.   Then she sighed in exasperation and headed for her mother’s bathroom.

She drove carefully on her way to work, not wanting to add a traffic ticket to her list of transgressions.  The pit in her stomach deepened.  As she pulled through the parking lot, she saw blond curly hair at the window, and realized that Daisy was in the stand.  Trucks were lined up on both sides of the building.  The clock in her dashboard displayed 6:30 AM - she was a full half-hour late.  She stopped in the space she’d been parking in, and sat there with the engine running.  She could bail out right now, she thought.  He would still have to pay her for the week, and she could start looking for a new job today.  Her hands were still on the wheel, and she was looking out the windshield, wavering on the edge of her choice.  Then, as if it was moving by itself, her hand found the ignition, and turned off the key.  She sighed, and got out of her car, fished her uniform out of the backseat, and trudged into the office.

“Come in,” his voice called through the door.  Hannah turned the doorknob, swung the heavy door open, and stepped into the office.  Daddy was sitting behind his desk typing on the keyboard on his desk.  He was wearing a white dress shirt, which was open at his throat, revealing a white t-shirt underneath.  He looked up and leveled his gaze at Hannah.  Hannah had stopped walking when she crossed the threshold, and now she stood there as uncomfortable as the first time she’d met him.

“You’re late,” he said finally.  “Tardiness deserves a spanking.”  He returned his eyes to his monitor and starting typing again.  “I have some work to finish up.  Please stand in the corner with your nose to the wall, and wait for me.”  Hannah turned and walked quickly to the corner of the office, and stood with her hands on her head.  The flush of shame that had almost burned her face off when he glared at her was gradually fading.  She took solace in the coolness of the wall as she stood stock-still and waited for him to finish his work.  She could hear the keys clicking as he typed, and the sound of machinery humming in the warehouse on the other side of the wall.

“Pull down your pants,” Daddy said.  Hannah jumped at the sudden command, and then hurriedly pulled down her blue sweats and panties to mid-thigh.  She straightened and put her hands back on top of her head.  “No, all the way,” 
Daddy said.  Hannah froze where she was standing.  All the way?  He had never asked her to take everything off.  She wanted to turn her head and ask what he meant, but she felt like she should already know.

“Pull down your sweats and your panties all the way and take them off, and put them on the floor,” Daddy said, with exaggerated patience.  Hannah’s hands dropped to the waistband of her sweats at her thighs.  She paused for an additional second, and then pushed them down her legs.  She bent over and lifted first one leg and then the second out of the legs of her sweatpants - her black panties followed her sweats as she took them completely off and dropped them in a puddle on the floor.  From Dan’s seat behind his desk, her bare vulva was completely exposed between her legs as she bent to complete his request.  She stood back up again, and resumed to her position and clasped her hands on top of her head.  Hannah shivered, trying hard not to show it.  She felt absurdly naked, even though he had seen her naked butt every time he had given her a spanking.  

Hannah heard Daddy’s footsteps in the plush carpet, moving away from her.  His steps returned, and then stopped.  She held her breath, not daring to breathe, as she waited for his next command.

“Turn around,” Daddy commanded.  Hannah slowly turned to face him.  He had moved the large, old-fashioned chair to the center of the room.  It’s faded blue-green upholstery made Hannah think it belonged in a museum.  It’s thick padding was comfortable to sit on, though, and she liked the high arms.  Daddy was standing next to it, looking at her with a stern expression.  She was in for it, she thought miserably.  In addition to the crisp white dress shirt he was wearing, he had grey slacks on.  Her heart skipped a beat as she was temporarily overwhelmed by his masculine presence in the room.

“Come here, now.” 

Hannah walked forward, keeping her hands on her head, until she stood at the side of the chair.  She kept her eyes downcast, so that now she was looking at the blue-green padded arm.  Daddy took her chin in his hand, and forced her head up so that she was looking into his eyes.

“Hannah, it is never OK to be tardy,” Daddy said.  “When you are late, you make everyone around you late as well.”  Hannah’s eyes filled with tears.  

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said.  

“I know, Hannah.”  He released her chin and she returned her now-watery gaze to the arm of the chair.  She heard the clink of metal on metal, and realized he had unbuckled his belt.  She gasped silently at the sound of the leather sliding through the loops in his slacks as he pulled it out.  “To remind you not to be tardy again, I’m going to give you a spanking with my belt.”  She felt his huge hand on her back, strong and warm.  It steadied her, even as it applied gentle pressure.  “Bend over the arm of the chair,” he said.

Hannah complied.  The thick padding of the arm was now directly under her hips.  Her arms reached for the other side of the chair, where she could hold on during the impending punishment.  She stood like that for a moment with his hand still on her back, getting used to the position.  Then his hand left her back.

“Spread your legs,” Daddy said.  Again, Hannah froze, not fully understanding the command.  If she spread her legs in this position, she would be fully exposed during her spanking.  He couldn’t mean - 

“Now!” he barked.  

Hannah spread her legs until they were further apart then her shoulders, and then stood miserably waiting for the first lash from his belt.  Her backside was now totally exposed.  Her white cheeks jiggled slightly as she flinched, already anticipating the belt on her flesh.  The pink rosebud in the cleft of her bottom was visible, as were the closed, virginal lips of her pussy. She had no idea of what to expect.  His hand spankings were bad enough to make her not want to sit down for hours afterward.  

“Ready,” he said.  He said it as a warning, not a question.  And then, just before it landed on her skin, she heard the full length of the belt slice through the air.


“AAHH!”  It was fire.  She should have been expecting fire.  That was definitely the feeling the belt left behind on her ass - it was one thin strip of burning, roasted flesh.  He had laid the belt directly across the upper part of her cheeks, where a red stripe was already forming.  


“OHH AHH!”  This one was a little lower, and stung even worse.  He changed his swing so that he was able to hit one side with the tip of the leather belt, and swung again.


“AGH UHH AHH!”  Hannah was now crying in earnest, and trying to dance in place as he swung and connected twice more.  She had a death-grip on the other arm of the chair as she willed herself to hang on and not wildly throw an arm back to block the belt.

Dan was watching out for that very thing, of course.  His strokes were carefully measured, leaving plenty of time for him to catch an errant swing of either arm.

“I expect you to be on time from now on,” he said.  “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Daddy!”  Hannah cried as she bent over the arm of the chair.  Daddy pulled back and swung again.


“AYYYEE!”  Hannah shrieked as the belt landed on her exposed bottom hole.  The flat of his belt had striped across both buttocks from one side to the other, right across her opening.  With her legs spread wide, her cheeks offered scant protection against the supple leather as it seared her skin. She danced and wriggled her hips, desperate to stop the intense stinging that had been building up with each strike of the belt.  She cried, and flinched as she tried to prepare for the next blow.

“Last one, now,” he said.  “Stand still.”  Hannah steadied herself, and tried to hold still, as he drew his arm back and - 


This time the belt fell lower still, right across her tender sit spot.  As her cheeks were deformed by force of the swat, the belt made contact with her pussy, causing a stinging pain like no other she had ever felt in her young life.  It jolted and burned and combined with the firestorm that was already out of control where she used to sit down.

“AAAHHH HUH HAH!”  Hannah half-screamed, half-cried and danced again as Daddy let the belt fall to his side, and placed his left hand on her back.  Her bottom was beet-red, and some lines had formed where the edges of his belt had marked her skin.  Hannah slowly quieted under his touch, until she stopped crying.  Daddy kept his hand on her, gently massaging her back as she lay over the arm of the chair with her legs still spread wide.  She had tucked her arms under herself and now lay in the seat of the chair.  Daddy’s hand left her back and she heard the sound of his belt buckle rattling as he slid the strong leather through the loops in his slacks.

“Please stand up,” he said.  Hannah wiped the tears from her eyes, and slowly pushed herself up from the cushion of the chair.  She brought her legs together, and then carefully stood up, holding the arm of the chair for support with both hands.  Her right hand quickly found her bottom; she gasped and cooed in pain as she rubbed her cheeks.  Daddy’s hand fell on her shoulder, and she turned toward him as he pulled her into a hug.  He held her gently with her tear-stained cheek against his chest. 

“Shhhh,” he said.  “All is forgiven.”  Hannah instantly felt the swell of gratitude and relief at his words.  Her ass was killing her, but the pain was necessary to remind her of this lesson.  His forgiveness made it all worth it.  She sighed, and he released her.  She looked up into his eyes, and saw that he was smiling warmly at her, as if he were… proud?  “Good girl,” he said.  “I know that was a hard spanking, but I hope it will help you be on time from now on.”  Hannah felt her cheeks flush, and her eyes fell to the carpet, but she nodded.  She had learned her lesson, she thought fiercely.  She was never going to be late again.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.  Please go get your clothes and get dressed in your uniform.”  He bent and picked up the heavy chair effortlessly, and carried it to the wall next to the leather sectional couch.  Hannah stood transfixed as she watched him easily settle the chair exactly where it had been before.  She didn’t think she would even be able to pick it up off the floor.  She went and got her sweats and panties.  She didn’t bother putting them back on for the quick trip to the bathroom.  He held the bathroom door open for her as she approached, still naked from the waist down.

“Today we’ll work on running the till,” he said, winking at her.

“OK, Daddy,” she said.  She walked past him into the bathroom and he let the door close behind her.  She stripped off her sweatshirt and bra and stuffed her clothing into the space next to her bin in the closet.  Would he inspect her after she was dressed?  Most likely, she thought.  She carefully pulled on the white, translucent thong from her garment bag, and then stood and viewed her poor, beaten flesh in the large mirror over the sinks.  It looked impossibly red with the white thong separating her buns.  The outside of her anus and little pussy were sore too, and chafed against the thin material against her crotch.  She quickly finished dressing and then applied makeup, brushed out her hair, and put it up in a bun.  She had found a decorative pin for her hair, and she put it in now, examining herself in the mirror.  The pin sparkled as it caught the light - she thought he would like that.  Most guys liked shiny.

She gulped as she thought about the spanking she had just received.  Thrashing was more like it.  He had kept his word, though, and spanked her for being late.  Hannah was beginning to understand that she could trust him to do what he said.  He had given her a spanking because she had not done what she said she would do - be on time.  This trust thing was new to Hannah, and she wasn’t quite confident she could do it.

But she sure was going to try.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Busy Mornings

Good Morning blogland, and Happy Monday!

No, those usually don't go well together, lol. I never like mornings on a Monday. Kids are rushing, DH is leaving, and I am left all alone in the house. Often a good thing, but on Monday mornings often like a slap in the face because it happens to quickly.


This morning, a beautiful morning here in the Pacific Northwest, I figured I would write a blog post, enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee and look out over our backyard while letting inspiration take its course.


Neighbor is at the door, her car is dead, can I drive her kid to school. Of course. Love being a helpful neighbor.

My mug forgotten, I drove them to school, a short enough drive, only to come back home to see DH's car back in the driveway. He is working from home today afterall.

So I made myself another cup on top of the old one (going to have a huge caffeine buzz in a minute), and I can hear DH in his office, but he is already in a meeting, which also explains his presence here today.

To sum it all up, no inspiration hit me, lol, but I wanted to say hi. So hi everybody. How are you doing? I got my period this past weekend, and my back didn't kill me, so I am doing pretty well.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Top 10 Blog Posts

Hi, DH here!  I'll admit it: Every once in a while, I review our blog stats.  It is a little navel-gazey, but it's also a good way to see what interests our readers.  Our blog's total views is at 456,484.  Almost half a million!  Thank you so much to all our readers.  Our regulars know that our blog started out as Julia's personal thinking spot where she mused about ttwd, sex, and our relationship.  Since that time, I joined in and also started a writing career!  Now we share, but the topics tend to remain the same: ttwd, spanking, sex, and us.  And my books [shameless plug]!

So, without additional ado, here's our "Top 10" blog posts by all time page views.

10. Why She Wants a Spanking ~ 2162

This post was "for the guys" who questioned (like I did) WHY she wants a spanking.  When we started out, it just didn't make sense to me.  Why did she want me to do this?  But as we kept at it, I started to discover the reasons and the huge benefits for her and for me.
9. Picture Friday - Outdoor Sex Edition ~ 2214
Julia's picture posts are always big draws.  Her eye for picking out sexy pics is amazing, and I haven't been the only to think so.  :)
8. Worshipping ~ 2750
This one by Julia is about cock worshipping - she put a warning right at the top: very graphic post advisory.  You've been warned!  :-D 
7. Spanking Implement Review #6 ~ 3343
As it turns out, the BIG Home Depot paint stirrers (not the small flimsy ones mind you) are GREAT for giving spankings in my woodshed.  Which is now a TARDIS.

6. 42 ~ 4778
This was a spanking challenge post - I said I would give Julia a swat for every comment we got.  And I did.  
5. Upskirt Spanking ~ 6526
There's a real upskirt pic in this post, but more importantly, you get crazy traffic by combining the words "upskirt" and "spanking" in the same title.  #justsayin'
4. Why to Spank your Wife ~ 6927
This is my follow-up post to my post on HOW to spank your wife.  Again for the guys new to the lifestyle, this post explains the benefits for both her and you.
3. Picture Friday - Our Spanking Positions ~ 9148
Smoking hot pic post by Julia - and putting Spanking Positions in the title was pure gold.
2. Over the Knee Spanking ~ 12274
This post is an EXCERPT from my book, Red Bottoms Espresso - Hannah's Training.  It started out with relatively little traffic, but has steadily picked up views, and even accelerated over time. 

And our number 1 blog post IS: 

1. How to Spank your Wife ~ 89174 views
I really looked for a title like this when we started ttwd, and I found a lot of help on the hows and whys, but never something that covered it end to end (heh).  So, I wrote this one for the guys that are just starting out like I was.  I was so confused when Julia came to me and asked for a spanking!  And even MORE confused as to how to give her one.  This post is based entirely on our experience, and I hoped to capture the most sacred elements of our dynamic when I wrote it: care, trust, and love.

There it is!  I can't say I have a favorite in this list, as I love Julia's posts as much as or more than my own.  If you have a "favorite" blog post of ours, is it in this list?  :)

Monday, October 5, 2015


Hi, DH here!  Happy Rocktober!  Fall is always super eventful at our house.  We just celebrated my son’s 24th birthday, and had a very nice visit from him this weekend.  It doesn’t always go well, but he was on his best behavior (and so was I).  I am so happy to see him getting his feet under him!  He’s been living on his own for almost a whole year.  AND, our youngest just turned 8!  We had a party for her and her friends at the nearby indoor pool.  The pool is used for all kinds of swimming events.  They have two party rooms, and we rented one on the same floor as the “kids” pool.  Our plan was to get set up, go swimming, and then have the party.  My job was to go to the store next door where Julia had ordered both the cake and the pizza, buy them, and then deliver both for the party.

No problem.

We had a little hiccup in our finances last week.  We paid off a credit card that’s been hanging over our heads since the Recession (yay!), but Julia forgot about a payment, which went through and totally cleaned us out.  No problem really - we didn’t go negative in our checking account as the bank transferred money from savings, and Julia even got the transfer fee reversed.  BUT - we had a balance of $0.00 in the account, and like 30 bucks in savings.  We were BROKE.  I get paid on the 6th so we literally had no money until I got paid.  Yikes.  So we decided to use the credit card to buy the pizza and the cake at the grocery store.

No problem.

I went to the store, picked up the cake, and took it to the register.  And THAT’S when I found out that this particular grocery store didn’t take credit cards - debit or cash only.  My debit card came back as insufficient funds.  “There’s a cash machine by the entrance,” the cashier said hopefully.  I asked if I could leave my Super Mario cake there at the register, and proceeded to perform the Walk of Shame to the cash machine.


Long story short, I managed to withdraw enough money to cover the cake, but didn’t have enough for the pizza.  Our good friend who had also come to the party offered to buy the pizza so the day was rescued.  Julia got money to pay her back, and now everything is resolved.  Yesterday I really wanted to give her a spanking.  Partly because I was so embarrassed to not have enough money to pay for what I was purchasing at the store, and mostly because our finances have become her responsibility.  Julia chooses when and how to pay the bills.  I keep tabs on everything (and make the big decisions), but day-to-day cash flow is her job.  She literally just forgot about the payment coming through, and even so, had enough money in the account to cover it.  We don’t have tons of money, just barely doing better than living paycheck to paycheck, but she manages to get all of our bills paid and make sure we have the things we want.  Her only “vice” is going to the thrift store to buy awesome stuff for all of us.

In addition to being potentially pregnant (we hope), she’s also been suffering some sore itchy skin on her butt, so spanking was out of the question.  Today, as I was getting ready to go, I came up with a suitable punishment.

“Your grounded,” I said.  Our girls stopped chattering in the kitchen, suddenly listening intently to a conversation they’d never heard before.  

“Grounded?” she asked.

“Yep.  No thrift store today.  You may not go.”

“OK,” she said, and I could see her struggle with my commandment.  She hadn’t been planning on going but just the thought of being restricted was uncomfortable.  I know she will respect my discipline though, and not go to the thrift store today and spend all of 6 bucks, and I know she will think about how we ran out of cash and do everything she can to prevent that from ever happening again.  This is the first time I’ve ever tried giving her a “punishment” that wasn’t a spanking, but it feels appropriate and like balance has been restored, even if it doesn’t seem like a huge disciplining.   Because I know she trusts me as much as I trust her because of this thing we do in our marriage.  And I know that we are BOTH grounded in our love and our mutual goals, even if she’s the one who’s had her wings clipped for the day.  :)

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Fire in the Hole!

Hi, DH here!  It’s been a beautiful week here in the Pacific Northwest.  I love walking to work from the train in Seattle on nice days.  It’s good exercise, and very enjoyable on a sunny day.   Plus, my building stands up in the skyline like a giant penis which is always good for morale.

I got a call from Oklahoma yesterday, and I really had to think for a minute to figure out why.  It was the doctor who performed my vasectomy reversal, checking in.  I had my surgery almost two months ago, and except for some small lumps in my ball sack that won’t disappear for a while, I have fully recovered.  Julia and I have been trying to get pregnant.  She’s been using an app on her phone to keep track of when she ovulates.  Every morning, she wakes up at 4:00 am and takes her temperature, and then the app charts her temp and tells her when she’s fertile. Before, after, and especially during, we’ve been at it like newlyweds.  Like bunnies.  Like newlywed bunnies.

And now we wait.  :)

I’m working on a big post for later this month.  I think the topic is controversial, and hopefully I’ll get feedback, as I’m really not sure what the “right” answer is.  In fact, I’m not sure if anyone knows, but it will be fun to find out:

Should I spank my wife if she’s pregnant?

Happy Thursday!