Sasha smirked at the shrieks that filtered down to her from her husband’s study. Even two floors away, she could usually hear Tammy’s distress as Hector meted out her punishment; while none of the girls were exactly stoic during their visits, Tammy had a tendency to carry on more than most. Lily was so quiet … Continue reading The Disciplinarian’s Wife
Month: October 2015
Writer’s Tears
(This is not a story about the whiskey of the same name. I have a story about that, too, but it’s hardly appropriate here). A while back, I joined a local writing group. A good friend who is aware of my writing here, but who does not share these interests, recommended me to them, … Continue reading Writer’s Tears
Tears
When discussing things theoretically (i.e.- when my bottom is in no immediate danger), I want to cry during a spanking. I want that kind of emotional release, want to be comfortable enough to experience that sort of vulnerability. It sounds, again in theory, like a wonderful experience. The reality has been quite different. I’ve … Continue reading Tears
Book of the Month: The Reluctant Bride by Susan Thomas
This month's book is Susan Thomas's The Reluctant Bride, the first western romance I've featured, I believe. Susan has mastered the depiction of a strong, empowered heroine struggling to embrace her need for discipline. What I found particularly poignant were the other women Ellen meets on her journey who quietly acknowledge and support her as … Continue reading Book of the Month: The Reluctant Bride by Susan Thomas
Debriefing
A follow-up to The Experiment “Are you comfortable?” Jess gaped at the absurdity of the question. Professor Croyle was under no illusions about the experience to which she had recently been subjected. Thirty spankings in about as many days. . .and had the audacity to invite her to sit on a hard plastic … Continue reading Debriefing
Dancing with Angels
I’d have thought it a dream if not for the bruises. *** She was the first to befriend me, and I still know not why. She was striking, beautiful and perfect in both appearance and demeanour. I was merely nervous and shy, though less so when talking with her, calmed by her welcoming smile, bewitched … Continue reading Dancing with Angels
Acknowledging Imperfection 