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The Coach’s Discipline is on Audio!

One year ago, today, I published a very special book. It made me laugh, it made me cry; and most of all, it helped me use fiction to work through some past issues and current desires.

I fell in love with the characters, and still consider it my favorite book.

Okay, I’m biased. But this one will always be special to me. 🙂

Today, I’m celebrating  not only the one year anniversary of publication of The Coach’s Discipline, but also the brand new release of its audio version. (Follow this link to listen to an audio sample)

I have two free copies of the audio version. Just reply below, and I’ll enter you in the drawing.

And here is one of my favorite scenes from the book.

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Self spanking

She giggled. She couldn’t help it. This was kind of unnerving and exciting. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Naughty young ladies who don’t pay attention, get punished, Claire.” He paused and in a silken voice, emphasizing each word, he said, “Bend. Over. The. Bed.”

She swallowed hard and complied quickly.

“Arms straight, hands reaching for the other end.”

She stretched her arms out, and placed her palms on the top of her pink paisley coverlet. Her breathing felt fast. She wondered if he could hear her.

“Close your eyes, and listen.” He directed and she obeyed.

Crack!

Her eyes flew open, and she choked on a breath. She flinched again, when the loud thud repeated over her phone, right next to her head.

“That is a wooden hairbrush,” he explained casually. “I’m striking my palm, but we are going to pretend this is your naughty bottom.”

Claire mewled and felt her heart rate increase.

“Are your eyes closed?”

“Y-y-yes sir,” she stuttered and clenched her eyelids closed.

Crack! “Are you paying attention now?”

“Yes, sir,” she said in between rapid breaths.

“Pull your pants and panties down right below your cheeks, Claire.”

“Okay.” She yanked her panties down, and got stuck before remembering to grab the waistband of her pants. She finally got them both pulled down, and the cool air rushed to her cheeks and between her legs. Good Lord! The moisture dripping down her thighs gave her a feeling of coolness and heat at the same time.

“Push your butt out – away from the bed. Way out.”

She pressed her bottom out, and arched her back, and licked her lips. She felt so vulnerable. If he was there, he would be able to see everything, every bit of her aching, wet, throbbing, lower body. She trembled with excitement, and told him she was in position.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Stroke your bottom, pat it gently just like I would if I was there right now rewarding you for your obedience.”

Her legs shook as she reached back and patted herself. That word, obedience. It shouldn’t have such an effect on her, but she would worry about that later.

 

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Blurb:

Marathon runner Claire Jacobs has always dreamed of making it to the Olympics, but she has a habit of getting in her own way. With the help of Nick Fox, a legendary coach known for his unconventional techniques, she prepares for one last shot at her dream. Traumatic memories of her experience with her last coach still haunt Claire, though, and in spite of his reputation she finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority.

The more time he spends with Claire, the more Nick finds himself enchanted by her drive and deep commitment to her fellow runners. But when her self-destructive behavior crosses the line, Nick realizes he has only one option to help the woman he has come to care about so much—he will need to give her the first spanking of her life and make sure it is one she will not forget.

Despite his firm discipline, Claire quickly comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction, and soon he has grown to be much more than just her coach. But when jealousy and misunderstandings threaten to tear the team apart, will she run away as she always has in the past, or can she trust in her newfound love and race toward her goals with an open heart?

Publisher’s Note: The Coach’s Discipline is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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Age Play vs Age BE

I stopped everything (I have the half ironed short on the bed to prove it) to write out this post quickly, because it hit me with such resounding clarity and confusion (hehe, in other words, I fully understand that I am confused, but know why)

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There has been a really awesome conversation on spanking and age play in an online spanking group I am part of. It has opened up so many daggone questions for me.

And so many thoughts and so many realizations.

And once again- sooooooooo much confusion.

Anyway, the conversation was about the preferences in Age play (both for readers and real lifer’s), and there were a lot of different viewpoints.

Some like Age play, but only if sex is kept completely separate. (They called it clean or non-sexual AP)

Some like it, the darker and sexier the better. (I think I remember them calling it Dark AP)

There were people in the middle, who could take or leave certain aspects, as long as big things were present – like nurturing, caring, boundaries, guidance, love…

And then there were the people who wouldn’t touch AP with a ten foot pole.

 

 

My husband, the very vanilla (yet awesome, and I love him!) Head of our Household, can now, after two years, spank me, for pretty much any reason- YET

He still can’t say the word “Spank”. LOL, it is still called a discussion. And even when we are using a little hand on booty action for a sexual encounter, he can’t talk dirty or say anything that resembles the word “spank” or anything sounding like body parts.

He is in the “not with a ten foot pole” camp when it comes to Age play.

There are several factors to that:

He is still not comfortable playing sexually. And probably the biggest reason; we have young children. And we are both pretty tired from being “Mommy and Daddy”. The last thing we want to do is PLAY parental units.

At least, he feels that way, anyway.

 

I love the idea of being stroked on his lap, while he tells me I was such a good girl for ironing all his shirts, and cleaning up the kitchen. (If you know anything about me; just doing one of those tasks daily would put me in the VERY good girl category. 😉 )

Sometimes, I like the ideas of boundaries. More than just the HOH boundaries he instills. But maybe something like:

“You have been really grumpy the past few days, and have not been getting your chores done. You are going to go to bed at 9:30 pm for the rest of the week until you get caught up on some much needed rest.”

Or

“Did you accomplish your goal of writing 1000 words, and clean up the kitchen, good girl?”

“Oh, you didn’t. Then I am going to give you some incentive. First, you will finish the kitchen clean up like you promised. Then you will write for one hour. No reading for you tonight, young lady. Not until you finish those tasks.”

“And one more thing, you will be doing it all with a very sore little bottom. Come here.”

 

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So I can honestly say, the above is something I wouldn’t mind playing with every once in a while.

But here’s the biggest problem (besides hubby).

 

I don’t PLAY young.

I don’t ACT young.

I just am.

I be.

(hehe, I bet all the grammarists are having a field day with this one J )

Seriously, it is not in my makeup to act. I have never been a very good actress. (ask my parents and every teacher I ever had. I was the worst liar. I could not do it)

I can’t just ACT like a little girl (or probably, for me- a teenager) on a whim, because I want to play around a little with my pretend hubby/ daddy.

I can’t act – because I AM young and playful.

I like to skip and sing and act crazy. It’s who I am naturally. I like to climb trees and poles and ropes. And before my big head injury, ten years ago, I loved to do flips off from every single one of the above.

I love being energetic and silly and having no inner monologue (most of the time).

I love giggling and making indecent bodily function remarks.

I AM younger than my 40 something body shows.

It just comes naturally to me, much to the chagrin of my husband during dinner parties or when we eat out. (LOL, my character in my next book, paints a chocolate mustache on her face. I sent this picture to a few friends this past year. I think they thought it was funny. The wait staff at my favorite buffet still gives me weird looks, though. :))

 

Anyway, my biggest issue seems to be with the labeling, and the word “Play”. I don’t like being labeled. And I can’t play something that I already do naturally. So there’s issue number one.

 

Issue number two deals with sex.

I fall into the non sex for AP camp. For me, since all of this comes naturally and is NOT play:

I can’t have sex with someone I am looking up to for paternal love and guidance.

Because my mind would not be able to separate that.

 

So back to paternal love and guidance.

I have had crushes on so many older boys and men throughout my life. I would latch on to them as quickly as I could. I would flirt and brat a little, and maybe, make out a little.

But sex?

I did not really want things ever to go that far.

Now that I have really started thinking about it, I think there is a possibility I was looking for older males to guide me and take care of me. I was looking for a father or brother figure. (That’s why – no sex).

So I must have been looking for a father figure to fill that void that my own father didn’t.

And now that I am married to a wonderful man, who leads me and spanks me, and has sex with me (when little people aren’t piled in our bed, or we aren’t both passed out from exhaustionJ ); I find that I am still yearning for a bit more.

 

But I am confused about this desire:

Am I actually looking for a father?

Or a big brother?

If my husband did ever agree to try it, would it be called Age Play?

How can I play something I already do naturally?

And more importantly, how do I fill that void if neither of us can take that step?

 

Okay, there’s my deep thoughts for the day. J I still have to finish that shirt. And little people will be calling for snacks soon!

Happy Monday ❤

Spanking A-Z Blog Challenge, J : Jokes

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Welcome to the next installment of the Spanking A-Z Blog Challenge. Today’s letter is J.

I spent hours on the internet searching for spanking and sexy jokes. It was quite a bit of fun! Unfortunately, I was not able to find anything spanking related that was appropriate. So this will just include funny / sexy jokes 🙂

Here are some of my favorites from my search:

 

 

Patrick O’Malley hoisted his beer and said: “Here’s to spending the rest of me life between the legs of me wife!” – and he took home the top prize for the best toast of the night. In bed later that night, he told his wife: “Mary, I won the prize for the best toast of the night.” She said, “Aye, Paddy, what was your toast?” So he told her: “Here’s to spending the rest of me life sitting in church beside me wife.” “Oh,” she said, “that is very nice, dear.” The next day, Mary ran into one of Paddy’s drinking partners in the street. Mischievously, the man said: “Did you hear about your husband winning a prize in the pub the other night for a toast about you, Mary?” She replied: “Aye – and I was a bit surprised. Till now, he’s only been down there twice. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come”.

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Two elderly ladies were outside their nursing home, having a smoke, when it started to rain. One of the ladies pulled out a condom, cut off the end, put it over her cigarette, and continued smoking. The lady asked, “What’s that?” “A condom,” the other lady responded. “This way my cigarette doesn’t get wet.” “Where did you get it?” the other lady asked. “You can get them at any drugstore.” The next day, the first lady hobbled herself down to the local drugstore and announced to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The guy looked at her kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years of age), but politely asks what brand she prefers. “It doesn’t matter as long as it fits a Camel.” The pharmacist fainted.

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Flaslight A man and a woman started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest. After about 15 minutes of it, the man finally gets up and says, “Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!”. The woman says, “Me too, you’ve been eating grass for the past ten minutes!”

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An older man walked into a crowded doctor’s office. As he approached the desk, the receptionist said, “Yes sir, what are you seeing the doctor for today?” “There’s something wrong with my dick,” he replied. The receptionist became irritated and said, “You shouldn’t come into a crowded office and say things like that.” “Why not? You asked me what was wrong and I told you,” he said. The receptionist replied, “You’ve obviously caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. You should have said there is something wrong with your ear or something and discussed the problem further with the doctor in private.” The man replied, “You shouldn’t ask people things in a room full of others, if the answer could embarrass anyone.” The man walked out, waited several minutes and then re-entered. The receptionist smiled smugly and asked, “Yes?” “There’s something wrong with my ear,” he stated. The receptionist nodded approvingly and smiled, knowing he had taken her advice. “And what is wrong with your ear, sir?” “I can’t piss out of it,” the man replied. The doctor’s office erupted in laughter.

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A husband and wife are trying to set up a new password for their computer. The husband puts, “Mypenis,” and the wife falls on the ground laughing because on the screen it says, “Error. Not long enough.”

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My penis was in the Guiness Book of Records… until the librarian kicked me out.

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A young newlywed couple wanted to join a church.

The pastor told them, “We have special requirements for new parishioners. You must abstain from having sex for two weeks.”

The couple agreed and came back at the end of two weeks.

The pastor asked them, “Well, were you able to get through the two weeks without being intimate?”

“Pastor, I’m afraid we were not able to go without sex for the two weeks,” the young man replied.

“What happened?” inquired the pastor. “My wife was reaching for a can of corn on the top shelf and dropped it. When she bent over to pick it up, I was overcome with lust and took advantage of her right there.”

“You understand, of course, that this means you will not be welcome in our church,” stated the pastor.

“That’s okay,” said the young man. “We’re not welcome at the grocery store anymore either.”

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Q: How do mermaids reproduce? A: Seamen.

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Two elderly ladies are strolling along the beach, one of them so rickety she is using a cane. They walk right up to where a man is buried with just his member sticking out of the sand. One of them turns to the other and says, “There really is no justice in the world.” “What do you mean?” The cane-wielding lady says, “When I was 20 I was curious about it, when I was 30 I enjoyed it, when I was 40 I asked for it, when I was 50 I paid for it, when I was 60 I prayed for it, and when I was 70 I forgot about it. Now that I’m 80 the damned things are growing wild and I’m too old to SQUAT!”

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That’s all I have for today. 🙂

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Spanking A-Z Challenge- A: Anatomy of a Spanking

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Welcome to the A-Z spanking blog challenge! 26 days of “letter themed” posts using each letter of the alphabet.

When I thought of the first letter of the alphabet, there was one thing that popped into my mind.

Spankings of course! But how to make it work as an “A”. Hmmmm. I think I got it worked out nicely. 🙂

i wish he would spank me

I love being spanked by my husband. I daydream of new ways to get spanked by him, and new implements for him to try. I love the feel of his hand on my bare bottom. It is intimacy at its most pure form. (I also need to be spanked sometimes. But that is for a different post. )

Today, it’s all about the sexy spanking side of things:

 (Some are used in my spanking relationship with my daring hubby. And some are from my imagination. But both are very much a part of me. So here goes.

 

The Anatomy of a Spanking.

 

 

Favorite actions taken by dominant partner:

Thrash, paddle, spank, swat, punish, switch, dominate, warm up, smack, caress, squeeze, knead, rub, chastise, “discuss”, “teach a lesson”, apply a firm hand, stroke.

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These words certainly evoke a reaction from me. Just the words. Wow, I can go from chastised to extremely “happy” in seconds, depending on which “word” he is using on me.

 

Favorite descriptions:

Strong, firm, paddle like, hard, fast, swift, stinging, painful, long, drawn out, carefully spaced, gentle

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There is a huge difference in the feeling of fast, hard strokes, versus the slower, timed out ones. It almost seems like a mental thing; the anticipation of the next stroke. My husband usually prefers hard and fast with his strokes, but has (pleasantly) surprised me with a few modifications at times :).

 

 

Favorite physical implements used by dominant partner:

Hand, palm, fingers, paddle, hairbrush, belt, riding crop, wooden spoon, tawse, birching bundle, flogger, slipper, rug beater, loopy, cane, cable ties, switch, lexan paddle, home-made implement out of bunch of tent rope wrapped together (my husband has an engineering mind 🙂 )

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I have tried most of these.

My favorite is his hand. There is nothing like a hard, firm swat, given at any time, followed by a gentle stroke or a squeeze. Mmmm.

My least favorite is the belt. The leather stings right away. I can feel the burning and welting with each strike. I probably would not mind it so much, if it just stayed on my bottom. But, a lot of times, it wraps around my hip, or into the inner part of my bottom. God forbid, the few times it struck me, there! (my other very intimate place. The place I do not want to be spanked. Yeowch! That hurts!)

My favorite for a fun sensual night is the home made tent rope implement hubby made. It swishes across my bottom, and gives little stings of heat, but doesn’t actually hurt. The narrow ropes extend around my hips, and sometimes between my bottom, creating a deep heat in another area of my body.

My favorite / least favorite is the lexan. LOL, I have a different mind- set about this one, depending on the spanking. For a warm up, or fun spanking, this implement is awesome! It warms me up so quickly, building this wonderful heat. But then it starts hurting. This is not a fun implement when used for longer than a few minutes. Holy heck! That thing gets me shimmying all over the place, and (almost, but not quite 😉 ) begging him to stop.

 

Favorite terms for parts of the body being spanked:

Bottom, booty, rear end, back side, ass, butt, arse, globes, sit spot, cheeks, upper thighs

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Ok, I can’t think of any more. We usually use booty or bottom in my household. Butt and ass sound a bit too crass coming from my husband. And he usually does not do “spanky” talk. He won’t actually specify in words, what he is going to “do to my bare bottom”; choosing instead, cryptic words like “discussion” or “your hair looks like it needs brushing” (LOL, that means I am in need of some time with the hairbrush. By the way, I should have put them one up there with my fave / least faves. Ouch!)

 

Favorite possible reaction from the spankee (oh yeah, that’s me!):

Howl, flail, yowl, squirm, shimmy, shake, cry, sob, beg, moan, flinch, reach hands back, clench, bury face into…, make promises, submit, become aroused, grind against…, press bottom out

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I have gone through all of these reactions, with the exception of sobbing. I actually don’t cry during punishments. The few times I do cry are afterwards, during the aftercare.

 

 

Phrases I love:

“You won’t sit for a week!”

“You won’t sit for a month of Sundays!”

“Little girl…”

“I’m gonna spank you so hard…”

“Bend over.”

“Drop your pants.”

“And your panties.”

“do we need to have a discussion?”

“Bring me the hairbrush.”

“That’s strike three.”

“I should have done this a long time ago…”

“Young lady…”

“Do you remember what happens to brats who…”

“Come. Here.”

“I warned you.”

“That was just the warm up.”

“Stop yer’ fussing.”

“Take your punishment.”

“Good girl.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Of course you’re forgiven.”

“I love you.”

I warned you

I adore these phrases, and wish my husband would partake in the usage of some of these. Mostly he just uses “discussion” and some affirming words afterwards. He is more of a “show vs tell” person. “Spanky talk” is not a part of him.

But, heavens, the things those phrases do to me. When I read these phrases, or daydream about him using them, wow! I run a whole marathon of conflicting emotions over those words and phrases.

 

Ok, that’s my take on the anatomy of a spanking.

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I was going to mention positioning, but I think that merits its own post.

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Round Table Discussion – week 1- Intro

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I am so excited to be participating in a new feature over on the Spanking Romance Review Blog! An ongoing Round Table Discussion pertaining to hot button issues of the spanking community! Every two weeks we will discuss a new topic that is near and dear to the spanking community’s heart. After you read this blog head on over to SRR’s blog to see our debut post and find the links to the other participant’s responses!

And don’t forget to check out the other fantastic submissions by Renee Rose, Casey McKay, Natasha Knight, and Corinne Alexander.

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This week’s set of questions is about the origin of our spanking desires, and the transition from fantasy to reality.

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For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Katherine Deane.

I’m in a Domestic Discipline relationship with my husband of 15 years.

And I’m a Spanko.

I brought up DD to my husband, about a year and a half ago, because it felt like my last resort to save my marriage. I desired the communication and support. I needed the discipline. I wanted to be spanked.

It took us a while to really get comfortable with this new dynamic. It’s a bit of a long story, so I’ll leave it for another time.  But I am happy to say, we have finally hit a groove.

His taking over as HOH has helped us tremendously.  We don’t argue over stupid stuff anymore, because it’s impossible to argue with someone who is going to paddle your backside when you roll your eyes at him. (I have not improved much in the skillset of respectful communication. But I’m diligently working on it.  😉 )

The biggest issue in my new life, is my confliction over my spanking desires.

I love being spanked! (Well, not all the time. Punishments actually do hurt my feelings as well as my bottom.)

But I still yearn for it.

A good, hard, bare bottom spanking, turns me on.

It arouses me to just think about it.

Sometimes, I watch videos of women getting spanked, and I become so aroused I take my desires to my sleeping husband. (He wakes up kind of grumpy. I get a few swats out of it occasionally, and get both itches scratched. Mmmm, it’s wonderful.)

But it confuses me.

Spankings are supposed to be used for disciplinary purposes in DD.  And I have spent a lot of time over his knee, over the bed, leaning up against the wall, you name it… NOT being disciplined… enjoying every stinging, burning swat.

It’s taken me a while, to get over the fact that there is no black and white. There is no line.

I was actually more embarrassed to come out as a Spanko (online only J ), then it was for me to admit to being in a DD relationship.

But after reading some really great authors, meeting some awesome new spanking friends (especially, the women in this circle), and learning to be open about my desires, I came to the following conclusion:

It’s ok to not fit into the round hole.

I am happier now that I have embraced my true self, instead of fighting and shunning it.

I am a submissive in a husband – led, DD relationship.

I am a strong, sensual woman who loves my HOH.

And, I am a Spanko.

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Sometimes, a gal just wants to be spanked!

Bad, naughty Zoot! You must spank her well. And then, spank me.

Bad, naughty Zoot!
You must spank her well.
And then, spank me.

Sometimes a gal just needs to be spanked.

Ok, I’m in one of THOSE moods again. I can’t really explain it.

I’m flighty, hyper, my attention won’t hold for 15 minutes, let alone long enough to finish the blog post I need to finish. My head is spinning with a gazillion (bajillion any better?) thoughts that are just out of my reach.  All I can think about right now, is the one thing that got me here to begin with.

Spanking

I’m having another day where I just can’t get IT out of my head. The sounds, the glorious feeling, the warmth, the heat, the connection with my spanker, and dare I say, the arousal that almost always comes from this.

I love spankings!

I love being spanked (by my husband. Don’t get me wrong. I have fantasized about other men taking me in hand before, but I know this is fantasy, and that my hubby would be hurt by me accepting another man’s attentions.  So that stays in the realm of fantasy.)

I stare longingly, while watching a session on spankingtube, living vicariously through another woman’s delightful bottom warming.

Sometimes, I watch school girls get spanked by head mistresses. It is fun, and kind of silly.  Sometimes, I watch men take their women over their knees for play.

Sometimes, I see a man discipline his wife for something like overspending or texting while driving.  (I can empathize and realistically envision this scenario, since I am one to overspend when I get stressed.)

Some of the scenes seem real, some are acted out.

Usually I don’t care. If the spanking is good and hard, I will give some leeway on acting skills.

I prefer the scenes that are just about the spanking, instead of showing private sexual encounters. I like sharing their spanking scene, but don’t want to share their further intimacy. Which is ironic, because I love READING about sex after spankings, and often times find myself so aroused after my own spankings that I initiate the further actions with my hubby.

The point is I love thinking about IT,

Seeing IT,

Hearing IT,

And most of all, feeling IT.

Watching a spanking video gives me the opportunity to receive most of my spanking input.  I watch, mesmerized as the woman’s bare bottom bounces up and down, reddening with each firm smack. I like it when she wiggles around and tries to escape, creating in me the vision of non-consensual punishment, and a need to escape.  It is delicious.

I get very aroused watching these, and picture myself in these scenes.  I can easily picture myself squealing and wiggling over my HOH’s lap, as he attacks my poor bottom.  I shudder, shimmy, whimper, and moan, while he continues his show of dominance over me, on my bare bottom.  (Sometimes, I get so aroused by visualizing a glorious OTK session.  I wake up hubby, so we can finish the next sequence of delightful events. He has not complained yet. 🙂)

But I love most of all, to put it all together into one big scene that my HOH and I take part in – our own spanking scene.  Sometimes, it is for discipline, sometimes for maintenance and role affirmation, and sometimes for fun.  To be perfectly honest, I will almost happily accept any of it.

I like to be spanked.

Our first role play scene involved hubby forcing me over his knee and paddling me into submission. I tried to escape the onslaught of his hard, fast hand. I bucked and bounced, I cried out, and begged him to stop.  His lap was so hard, his hand even harder. Again and again, he spanked, leaving no portion of my bottom and thighs untouched, choosing to sometimes attack the same spot. I howled and begged some more, as he threw his leg over my legs, and shushed me.

(I wanted him to call me “naughty”, and tell me to “take what I had coming to me like a good girl”. But alas, he wasn’t quite ready for that much acting. )

After a very long, intense session, that included his hand, a few wooden implements, and a belt, I finally lay in a heap over his lap- worn out, my sore bottom aching and hot, feeling loved and content and peaceful. (And completely aroused)

This is what spanking does for me.  I can fantasize about it, read it, watch it, listen to it, or receive it.  They all fill a void in me, and ground me, and help me connect with myself and my HOH.

And when I don’t receive any of this stimulation, I feel agitated, easily angered, tired, unfocused, and sometimes, even a little bit unloved.

Spanking brings me back to life somehow.

It invigorates me, and gives me a chance to be still and focus.

Most of all, it gives me a chance to revel in who I am – the real me.

My name is Katherine Deane.

I am a Spanko.

And right now, I could really use a good, long, bare bottom spanking.