Quickie with a Poll Dance

How good is this picture, it always gives me a good chuckle, but you will have to wait till tomorrow to see what happens to this young lady.

I will be updating tomorrow night on where I am at and what is going on.   Some things in my life have gone, never to return, and other things will be starting anew.

Also there will be some down time as I get myself organised at my new place and then I can get back to checking out the regular blogs I visit.  Sorry for not getting around to them tonight but still packing and I have to get up in six hours.  I look forward to reading what is happening in everyone else’s lives.

So in the meantime what do you think should happen to a brat who gives Headmaster the fingers?

Uncertain

In case you were wondering why some aspects of this blog have gone private, it is due to a possible leak into the vanilla world.  If my suspicion is confirmed then I will remove all personal content and have a story blog only.  I doubt if anything as drastic as deleting the whole blog will be necessary.

All the best

Mina

Imagine II

Image Chef

Look what I found over at Spanked Hortic!

This man has great taste in blogs and since he’s sporting my tattoo he must love being spanked also.  Almost goes without saying really.

See! I told you. What’s a girl to do with such a request; such clear communication is not to be ignored.  I have a paddle just waiting for such a deserving bottom and there will be little mercy.

Whilst messing about on Image Chef, I noticed an advert for a personals dating site called Tattoo Lovers.  This might be a great place for ink enthusiasts to meet, especially for those with more extensive ink than is usual.  Now if they have a Spanking and Tattoo Lovers site, I might be interested.

Happy Easter

Easter Island

Wishing everyone a safe and happy Easter.  Here in Australia and New Zealand we get to have Good Friday and Easter Monday off work so our Easter really is a holiday or holy day depending on what you believe.

So, that means I have four days off work to eat chocolate.  Actually, as good as that sounds, I have packing to do.

Yes, that is right friends I am, finally, preparing for the big move into my own place.  I can’t begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to this.

My new home is a two bedroom delight about 100 metres or so from the beach and less than ten minutes walk to restaurants and shops.  Half an hour drive to work and closer to my friends; it has it all.

The spare room will be my gym so I can get back to more intense exercise and weight training…looking forward to that.  Walking a plenty with beach and walking tracks nearby.

It feels as though it has taken an eternity to get to this point, lots of heartache, tears, doubt, but I still believe this is for the best and what I must do.  Separation is not an easy thing, no matter how you go about it, and I don’t recommend living together during that process unless absolutely necessary.

All that aside the big day is looming and then shortly thereafter a trip to my homeland to see family, for what will be by then a well needed break.

So, as I said, a safe and happy Easter to you all.

Friends and thoughts…

Thanks to those who named me on the recent Friends Awards meme that went around.  I wasn’t ignoring anyone, just haven’t had a lot of time or energy for blogging.

So Bethie, PK and Radha, your mentions were definitely appreciated and you would certainly have been on mine had I not been such a party pooper.  You all remind me that this community is full of such intelligent and lovely women and I am honoured to number myself among you.

I came across a fantastic saying over at Green Rootsdown that struck a chord with me especially for what I am going through at the moment.

Don’t be concerned about being disloyal to your pain by being joyous.

There are times when I feel almost guilty for being happy, certainly guilty for wanting to find freedom and a more fulfilling life.  It is in my own head this guilt and something only I can deal with.   I do what I can and certainly try to find the best in the situation but sometimes the pain gets the better of me.  I prefer to be joyous, prefer to find happiness and peace in my daily life.  It is good to be reminded that finding joy doesn’t mean I haven’t felt the pain over the last 8 months of my separation or that it meant nothing but that it doesn’t have to hold me in thrall forever.    That it is okay to hurt but also okay to work past that and live again.

Lastly, I wanted to say good luck to Paul who will soon be going in for surgery on cataracts.  Thanks PK for letting us know.  I wish you all the best Paul and hope to see you again before long but only when you are well enough.

100 Times

Today is my 100th post and I have been pondering what I would bring you on this auspicious occasion.

Shortly I shall bring you a tale of pain and woe…well at least it was for F, but first a quick Mina update.

It looks like I could possibly be looking for my own place within four weeks.  Yes, things are starting to move, finally, and the new adventure awaits.    There is a lot to do between now and then and after that time there will be a move and re-organisation.  I love that part setting up your home anew and this time I get to do it all my way,  which means I will probably end up with the sofa perched on the bed or something odd like that, but I am sure I will get by.

So what does 100 times mean to you?

100 times I have posted an entry on this blog.  100 times (at least) I have responded to all the lovely folk who comment here.  But the most memorable 100 times was smacking F with my hardwood hairbrush for that very amount.

Only once have F and I dropped all hilarity and turned to the business of discipline.  This was something F requested, since we are not in each others lives to be able to truly monitor and dole out discipline should we want to take that path.

F confessed a little thing he wanted help with…of course since he so enjoys being spanked this was likely a ruse to get the hardest spanking he has had from me, to date.  A lengthy discussion was undertaken in which it was decided that 100 hard spanks would be delivered to F’s posterior without a warm up and with my hairbrush.  Further details were agreed and we were ready to meet.

On the day, we met and as usual enjoyed some chit chat before getting down to business.  Once F was in place over my knee and after a bit more discussion the first stinging swats were delivered.  The agreement was straight into hard smacks from the hairbrush.  I told F to keep count and some were delivered slow, some fast, but all hard.

This started over underwear since it was to be very hard but I soon wanted to keep a better eye on the target and make sure everything was progressing as it should.  At around 50, F had to re-arrange himself, though I think he was playing for a little breathing time.  I do try to keep an eye out for such and regulate the spanking to account for these things.  As soon as F was back in place the remaining 50 were delivered.

It is not easy to deliver that many smacks all at the same force so no doubt many, perhaps half, were not at full force but, trust me, many were.  I don’t know how he took it, he forever has my admiration for that alone.  I could not have taken that and probably would never want to in all honesty.  F asked me to do this, as a sort of atonement if you will, and I was more than happy to help out but as I said we had a lengthy discussion before hand.  I wanted to make sure we were both on the same page, so to speak,

It was an incredible experience and as the top a little scary, you see I had never dished out such a harsh spanking before.  Now F and I play quite hard anyway, due to our limited time we make the most of it.  But this, this was something quite beyond.  I had a time during where I felt quite mean and unsure but I forged ahead and am glad I did.  F appreciated it all more than I think I even realised, at least certainly at the time.

We have decided to play to that level again and this time it won’t be for discipline or anything else but simply because it is something we want to do.  I wouldn’t want to do it every session as it would lose the impact but F definitely craves a good hard smacking from time to time, that is harder than usual.  Luckily he has found in me someone who is only too happy to help him out.

F took his spanking with grace and not a few ‘ow’s’ and a good rub of arnica cream had him a happily spanked chappy.  Of course since we switch he managed a few swats on me, but this first part of our meeting was the highlight.

Happy spanking to all.

New Feature and a Mina Moment…

Before you get too excited it isn’t anything that is too much of a big deal.  I have simply enabled threaded or nested comments which means you can reply to a specific comment that can go up to 5 replies deep.  It does go to 10 but I thought 5 would be plenty.

This enables me to reply to each comment individually directly underneath their comment rather than all at the bottom and without having to use the edit button.  It also gives others the ability to comment on other comments as well.

See not a big deal really but I thought it was kind of neat and I wanted to let you know about it.  Only draw back is it counts each reply as a comment so it seems like I have more comments than I actually have.

Life is moving along though I am still sorting things through with my ex-husband.  It still feels kind of odd to call him that but it is all part of the process I guess.

Working on myself for once and trying to keep some sort of balance but not getting online as much as I would like, so apologies if I am not getting to blogs as much.

Going to New Zealand sometime soon, which is where I was born, and I will return there a stranger, a tourist, as Australia has been my home now longer than New Zealand was.  I remember the last time I went there I didn’t feel like I was home until the plane touched down in Australia when I returned.   One of those defining moments that spoke volumes.

Otherwise I am quite well, reconnecting with old friends which is lovely and learning to use my new whizz bang camera which has more tricks up it’s sleeve than David Copperfield.

Take care of each other and happy spanking.

Mina

Caning with Laughter…

The thing about switching is as a spanker you feel very little pity for the bottom being spanked since you know that in the next moment it might be your bottom on the receiving end.

F and I have fun when we spank, however, we do play quite hard.  F loves to be spanked hard and in all honesty I am not really satisfied unless I get a few ‘ows’ from him.   But amidst all this we still manage to have a great deal of fun liberally sprinkled with laughter.

Only once have we dropped all hilarity and turned to the serious business of discipline, but that is another story.

One of my favourite moments of laughter was when I broke our ‘cane’ across F’s backside.  A word of warning; unless it is made to be a cane then it isn’t a cane.

As is usual for us, F and I were discussing spanking implements prior to a spanking meeting.  What would we bring, what do we have and if there is anything new on the agenda then a quick pic via email to umm, whet the appetite.

This particular time F mentioned a cane.  I was suitably impressed since I very much wanted to try one (as a spanker not a spankee you understand) and since I knew F wasn’t so interested was curious as to how he had come by it.  The photo sent did not reveal the cane’s true identity so I didn’t get to view it first hand until the following day.

The cane turned out to be a length of wooden dowling who’s usual occupation was to being the proud bearer of a flag.  As spankos you will be aware that just about anything that looks like it could remotely be used for spanking will at some time be employed for same.  Thus a short while after meeting, F is bent over a tall chair taking a few whacks from the aforementioned wooden object.

I allowed him to keep his jeans on for now since I had never wielded such a thing and I didn’t know it’s or my capability.  Needless to say it was very enjoyable and I was happily whacking away whilst getting the beginnings of a reaction from F.  Love those ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahhh’s’.

Being a slightly sadistic woman once I have the upper hand I decided to increase the intensity and was getting well into a great rhythmic swing when ‘CRACK’ and the ‘cane’ broke clean in two across F’s jean clad bum and flew off hitting a wall a few feet behind us.

My eyes were like saucers and I was caught between being mortified for having broke his property and laughing because it was just too funny.  F stood up and announced,”That’s my flagpole.  You just broke my flagpole.”

“Sorry,” I blurted out before we both broke into laughter.

Later F did use the remainder of the ‘cane’ on me and though I am sure it is nothing like the real thing it had a very definite sting all of it’s own.

The moral of this story is not all things that glisten are gold, or not all wooden items around the house should be used for spanking.

Switched On

I received a cheeky email today from my friend F, with whom I spank.  He has decided to comment here on my blog and it seems he got impatient since I haven’t yet blogged about our Monday spanking ‘date’.

Yes, F and I met for some spanking fun on Monday  As I have mentioned before we both switch, and though the plan is for me to spank more than be spanked it actually worked out pretty much 50/50.    It seems F is rather enjoying being the spanker as well and on the quiet he is awfully good at it.  So, by Monday evening both of us had tender hides on which to sit.

Many implements were used though predominantly were the ‘pervertibles’ such as slipper, sandal, hairbrush, wooden spoon, spatula and ping pong paddle.  Yes, we feel the more the merrier.   Our time together is usually limited so we make the most of what we have and usually find that many of our collective toys are available for use.

I did also bring along that lovely heart shaped paddle shown in the Happy Red Heart’s Day post, and yes, F did get warmed with it as did I.

Much fun was had by both but the crowning glory was what happened when we left and got into F’s car.  F related the story in this comment posted on that same post.   He did indeed laugh quite heartily at the unexpected development.

Enjoy!

Mina

F Says:  Dear Mina et al

So we are delurked as consensual adults who like spankings!

A little vignette for you all then – we met the other day in Australia. It was 30 plus degrees and we had a lovely time and two well spanked backsides I can certainly say from painful experience that this paddle works very well even with a very minimal amount of swing from Madam Mina – strategically placed mirror allows spankee full motion video of events. Judging by her squeals while over my knee, she appreciated the paddles quality too!

Anyhoo, back to the plot…it is as I say 30 odd and my car has leather seats, so as we are going to drop Mina off, she has to get into the car with bare legs and burning behind…the heat of the leather seat on her recently spanked seat and thighs caused her major discomfort for a couple of minutes as we drove off. How I laughed at this lovely and unexpected additional benefit as she squirmed.

Be well all

Love F x

Bushfire Tragedy Revisited

One and a half weeks on from the devastating bushfires in country Victoria and relief efforts are continuing and reaching those in need. There is still a lot to do and will be for months if not years to come.

The Australia public have been incredible in their support of the survivors who lost loved ones and homes, raising over one hundred million dollars. Not bad for a country with a population of twenty one and a half million people.

It is not only Australians supporting Australians since many other countries have sent their condolences and offered assistance. New Zealand, United States and Indonesia have sent people to help the volunteers, fire fighters and victim identification units already working in the areas.

People are resilient and life goes on, so many will rebuild where their house once was and start all over again.

Be safe.

Mina