I've been quite negligent lately when it comes to this blog, but there are so many things going on that I just haven't been able to find the time to eat a sleep, let alone fill you all in on the goings on in my life. Due to my busy schedule, lack of sleep, and poor eating habits as of late, my attitude has become increasingly poor. I've been irritable. I've been sassy. I've been short with Josh.
Last night, he decided that he needed to put an end to that nonsense, and without much flourish or fanfare, he drug me into the guest room and paddled me until I was crying, begging him to stop, apologizing, and promising him everything I could think of.
I'm in a much better headspace now. I plopped, rather hard, into my office chair earlier in frustration, and was quickly reminded that I need to handle things calmly and without throwing tantrums.
Damn that man and his persuasive ways.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
*waves*
I'm still alive, I promise, and I apologize for my lack of writing (and reading of other people's blogs) lately. Life has been crazy around here.
A week ago, I landed myself in the emergency room of our local hospital due to my own stupidity. I decided to spend my relaxing Saturday laying out by a pool with a good friend of mine. The only problem was that I forgot to put on sunscreen and so three and a half hours later, I was extremely sunburned. To the point where Josh decided that a trip to the ER was in order. I was given some pain killers and some lotion/ointment stuff to put on my skin, and it made me feel a little bit better, but basically now I'm just waiting for my skin to completely heal. Pretty much every inch of my body is red right now with the exception of my ass, which is still as white as the rest of me used to be. I know that that won't be the case for long, because as soon as the rest of my skin has healed for the most part, I'll be enduring a long, hard punishment for my irresponsibility. Apparently the burning, itching, blistering, and peeling isn't punishment enough.
A week ago, I landed myself in the emergency room of our local hospital due to my own stupidity. I decided to spend my relaxing Saturday laying out by a pool with a good friend of mine. The only problem was that I forgot to put on sunscreen and so three and a half hours later, I was extremely sunburned. To the point where Josh decided that a trip to the ER was in order. I was given some pain killers and some lotion/ointment stuff to put on my skin, and it made me feel a little bit better, but basically now I'm just waiting for my skin to completely heal. Pretty much every inch of my body is red right now with the exception of my ass, which is still as white as the rest of me used to be. I know that that won't be the case for long, because as soon as the rest of my skin has healed for the most part, I'll be enduring a long, hard punishment for my irresponsibility. Apparently the burning, itching, blistering, and peeling isn't punishment enough.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
My Goodness
It has been awhile since I have filled you all in on the goings on in my life, and I apologize, but I have been quite the busy girl since my last post.
My trip to visit my family was wonderful and relaxing, though entirely too short, and as soon as I arrived home, a new opportunity that I couldn't pass up was offered to me.
So now, in addition to being a student, a mother, a doting fiance, and a busy employee, I am also doing an internship. It's a lot of extra work, but will hopefully, eventually, lead to a job in my field of study, and I am enjoying it very much.
However, the added stress, and work, and lack of sleep that it has created (I have to be there quite early in the morning) has created a bad attitude on my part. Not to worry, though, Josh has adequately addressed the issue, and I am now making a valiant effort at keeping my attitude (and my tongue) in check thanks to his "encouragement". I am quickly learning why so many people dislike the cane. It's definately not my favorite, I can tell you that much.
My trip to visit my family was wonderful and relaxing, though entirely too short, and as soon as I arrived home, a new opportunity that I couldn't pass up was offered to me.
So now, in addition to being a student, a mother, a doting fiance, and a busy employee, I am also doing an internship. It's a lot of extra work, but will hopefully, eventually, lead to a job in my field of study, and I am enjoying it very much.
However, the added stress, and work, and lack of sleep that it has created (I have to be there quite early in the morning) has created a bad attitude on my part. Not to worry, though, Josh has adequately addressed the issue, and I am now making a valiant effort at keeping my attitude (and my tongue) in check thanks to his "encouragement". I am quickly learning why so many people dislike the cane. It's definately not my favorite, I can tell you that much.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Zzzzzzzzzz....
Haven't been sleeping well lately, and it's starting to get on my last nerve. Other than that, there hasn't been a lot going on around here to report on. I'll be out of town for the long weekend, spending some time with my family, but I'll be back on Tuesday. Hopefully, I'll have something more interesting to tell you all about. Until then, be safe!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Medicine, Mother's Day Dinner and Just Desserts
Well, I finally broke down and went to the doctor on Saturday morning when I woke up and couldn't breath out of my nose and realized that I was wheezing considerably. Turns out I caught myself a great little case of bronchitis. Woohoo. So, the doctor gave me a prescription, which I promptly filled, and began to feel better after only a couple of doses. He also suggested that I quit smoking, and I gave a counter-suggestion about where he could stick his clipboard. I know, smoking's bad. I know, it not only harms me, but also harms those around me... I get it. I'll quit. Eventually, and on my own terms. Smoking has been a recurring issue with Josh and I, as he is a nonsmoker. But, he would never require me to quit, as I smoked when he met me, and he still fell for me anyway. I have cut down considerably, so that's a step in the right direction, I suppose.
Yesterday was Mother's Day! So, happy belated Mother's Day to all of the moms out there. Josh's parents came over and we grilled out and basically just hung out all day, just Josh, the narc, Josh's parents, and I. It was nice. But, me being sick, and me having people at my house, don't mix well. I was stressing out, running around and cleaning the house before they got here, and then cooking and serving food when they got here. And THEN, cleaning up after everybody ate. I MAY have snapped at Josh one too many times, because when I was finished cleaning up, and returned to sit next to him on the couch he leaned over and whispered "we'll talk about your attitude later."
Granted, maybe I was slightly attitudinal with him, but I'm sick, I was stressed out, and damnit, it was mother's day and somehow I ended up being the one doing all the work.
After everyone left, and we had tucked the little prince into bed, we went into the guest bedroom to have a talk. I started crying immediately, as I wasn't feeling well, and was worried that he was quite upset with me. I sobbed out something about being sorry, and that I was just stressed out and not feeling well, and I didn't mean to snap at him or cop an attitude.
In the end, Josh understood that I wasn't trying to be nasty with him, and that in all reality it probably wasn't my fault. So, he let me off the hook on this one, but with a warning that no matter what's going on, I need to always show him respect. I agreed, and apologized again and that was the end of the conversation (rather anti-climactic for those of you who thought you were going to hear about me getting my just desserts, huh?). The fact of the matter is this... I know that spankings are something that I need. That they help to keep me in line, and keep me focused, and they aid in making me a better person. But sometimes, and very rarely, I think that lessons can be learned without them. That often times circumstances have to be taken into consideration. I know that if I had recieved a spanking last night, it would have been justified. I would have deserved it. But, I think that it was obvious to Josh that I was, in fact, sorry, and that perhaps the lesson had already been learned. I think that part of being a good disciplinarian is knowing when the discipline is needed, or is going to be effective. I think he may have that figured out already. So, YAY him!
Don't worry, though. He has informed me that I'm not going to be able to cry my way out of getting a spanking every time. To be honest, I wouldn't want to, and I wouldn't try. I'll try and talk my way out of one all day long, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't. I'm sure you'll be hearing about another spanking soon enough. It IS only Monday, after all.
Yesterday was Mother's Day! So, happy belated Mother's Day to all of the moms out there. Josh's parents came over and we grilled out and basically just hung out all day, just Josh, the narc, Josh's parents, and I. It was nice. But, me being sick, and me having people at my house, don't mix well. I was stressing out, running around and cleaning the house before they got here, and then cooking and serving food when they got here. And THEN, cleaning up after everybody ate. I MAY have snapped at Josh one too many times, because when I was finished cleaning up, and returned to sit next to him on the couch he leaned over and whispered "we'll talk about your attitude later."
Granted, maybe I was slightly attitudinal with him, but I'm sick, I was stressed out, and damnit, it was mother's day and somehow I ended up being the one doing all the work.
After everyone left, and we had tucked the little prince into bed, we went into the guest bedroom to have a talk. I started crying immediately, as I wasn't feeling well, and was worried that he was quite upset with me. I sobbed out something about being sorry, and that I was just stressed out and not feeling well, and I didn't mean to snap at him or cop an attitude.
In the end, Josh understood that I wasn't trying to be nasty with him, and that in all reality it probably wasn't my fault. So, he let me off the hook on this one, but with a warning that no matter what's going on, I need to always show him respect. I agreed, and apologized again and that was the end of the conversation (rather anti-climactic for those of you who thought you were going to hear about me getting my just desserts, huh?). The fact of the matter is this... I know that spankings are something that I need. That they help to keep me in line, and keep me focused, and they aid in making me a better person. But sometimes, and very rarely, I think that lessons can be learned without them. That often times circumstances have to be taken into consideration. I know that if I had recieved a spanking last night, it would have been justified. I would have deserved it. But, I think that it was obvious to Josh that I was, in fact, sorry, and that perhaps the lesson had already been learned. I think that part of being a good disciplinarian is knowing when the discipline is needed, or is going to be effective. I think he may have that figured out already. So, YAY him!
Don't worry, though. He has informed me that I'm not going to be able to cry my way out of getting a spanking every time. To be honest, I wouldn't want to, and I wouldn't try. I'll try and talk my way out of one all day long, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't. I'm sure you'll be hearing about another spanking soon enough. It IS only Monday, after all.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
How was I to know?
How was I to know that the proper response to, "I don't care if you're sick, if you keep it up, you're going to get a spanking." wasn't "I don't care if you think I need a spanking, I don't want one. Hmph!"
Maybe someday I'll learn.
Maybe someday I'll learn.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Sick, Sick, Sick
I've got a nasty chest cold that just doesn't want to go away. So, while I've been rather bratty and whiney these last few days, I haven't been spanked for it, in fact, I've been pampered. Josh does such a good job of taking care of me when I'm sick.
He was not, however, very nice to me before I got sick. As I mentioned in the previous post, I recieved my grades last week. As if in anticipation of me not living up to the (ridiculously) high standard he set for me last semester, Josh had ordered a cane, which arrived last Monday. When I saw it, I promptly said something along the lines of "You don't honestly think you're going to use that thing on me, do you?" He answered this question by bending me over the arm of the couch, flipping up my skirt, yanking down my panties, and delivering six of the best.
My assumptions about the cane were proven. The cane is a truly evil implement. That is why, the second I saw my grades, I cringed. I said earlier that I received a spanking with that stupid spatula-y thingy for my calculus grade, and that was bad enough. But when Josh saw the rest of my grades he just shook his head. He based my caning simply on the numbers. I received an 82% (18 points shot of 100) and a 78% (22 points short of 100).
"What's 18 and 22?" he asked me.
"40!" I said quickly, rather proud of my adding skills.
"Right," he said. "Fourty."
Little did I know that that was ultimately going to be the number of strokes of the cane I recieved.
Now, no worries. He didn't administer this punishment all in one session (we're both pretty sure that I wouldn't have been able to handle that on my second encounter with the cane). So, we went ten at a time. Once in the morning, once at night, for the remaining two nights we had before picking up the narc from his dad's house and leaving for our vacation.
Needless to say, the 8 hours spent sitting in the car on the way to our destination were rather uncomfortable. AND, as much as I begged and pleaded, Josh wouldn't allow me to sit on a pillow, so I had to suffer on the amazingly hard passenger seat of our rental car. At one point, I reclined the seat and rolled over on my side to try and take a nap. That didn't go over well, and I promptly recieved a hard smack on the seat of my pants. "Roll back over." "But, it hurts and I want to sleeeeeep!" "I know it hurts, and don't press the issue." was his only reply. Hmph. I rolled back over, wincing, and managed somehow to fall asleep in that position.
There were pictures taken of the aftermath of the canings, but I had to delete them before I was able to put them on the computer (we were visiting family and one of his family members asked to look through the pics on the camera, I had to do a hasty delete). But, I'm sure there will be more photo opportunities in the future.
It's good to be back! Now if I could only kick this cold...
He was not, however, very nice to me before I got sick. As I mentioned in the previous post, I recieved my grades last week. As if in anticipation of me not living up to the (ridiculously) high standard he set for me last semester, Josh had ordered a cane, which arrived last Monday. When I saw it, I promptly said something along the lines of "You don't honestly think you're going to use that thing on me, do you?" He answered this question by bending me over the arm of the couch, flipping up my skirt, yanking down my panties, and delivering six of the best.
My assumptions about the cane were proven. The cane is a truly evil implement. That is why, the second I saw my grades, I cringed. I said earlier that I received a spanking with that stupid spatula-y thingy for my calculus grade, and that was bad enough. But when Josh saw the rest of my grades he just shook his head. He based my caning simply on the numbers. I received an 82% (18 points shot of 100) and a 78% (22 points short of 100).
"What's 18 and 22?" he asked me.
"40!" I said quickly, rather proud of my adding skills.
"Right," he said. "Fourty."
Little did I know that that was ultimately going to be the number of strokes of the cane I recieved.
Now, no worries. He didn't administer this punishment all in one session (we're both pretty sure that I wouldn't have been able to handle that on my second encounter with the cane). So, we went ten at a time. Once in the morning, once at night, for the remaining two nights we had before picking up the narc from his dad's house and leaving for our vacation.
Needless to say, the 8 hours spent sitting in the car on the way to our destination were rather uncomfortable. AND, as much as I begged and pleaded, Josh wouldn't allow me to sit on a pillow, so I had to suffer on the amazingly hard passenger seat of our rental car. At one point, I reclined the seat and rolled over on my side to try and take a nap. That didn't go over well, and I promptly recieved a hard smack on the seat of my pants. "Roll back over." "But, it hurts and I want to sleeeeeep!" "I know it hurts, and don't press the issue." was his only reply. Hmph. I rolled back over, wincing, and managed somehow to fall asleep in that position.
There were pictures taken of the aftermath of the canings, but I had to delete them before I was able to put them on the computer (we were visiting family and one of his family members asked to look through the pics on the camera, I had to do a hasty delete). But, I'm sure there will be more photo opportunities in the future.
It's good to be back! Now if I could only kick this cold...
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