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By Fireman Chris, August 24, 2009 10:22 PM

So, as I said on my last post, I have a few pics to share.

Mendocino Headlands

Sparkle and I took a drive up the coast on our last weekend before the princess’ return from her summer vacation. One of the things we said we’d do when we moved up here was explore California north of San Francisco. Despite living in the state all my life, I’ve never been much north of I-80 (which, if you don’t know California geography, runs NE from San Francisco through Sacramento to Reno, NV). And, despite always being referred to as “Northern California”, at least by us SoCal natives, San Francisco is really about the middle of the state and there’s a lot between there and the Oregon border.

So, bright and early Sunday morning, Sparkle and I hopped in her car and headed north. An hour and a half later, we were crossing the Golden Gate bridge and heading into more-or-less uncharted territory for us.

After stopping for lunch in the town of Willits (130-some miles north) where we saw a group of young adults who appeared to be modeling their lifestyle (and hygiene) on the Gogans from Pete’s Dragon, we turned out to the coast. After driving through some beautiful redwood forest (the Jackson Demonstration Forest, to be exact), we emerged at the Pacific in Fort Bragg and turned south.

Sparkle's sexy wiggle on the coast.

About 15 minutes later, we reached Mendocino and decided to exit the highway and explore a bit. We stopped in the lot for the Mendocino Headlands State Park and got out to walk.

Sparkle was in a playful mood, and was happily wiggling her denim-clad bottom while she walked in front of me. I’d been itching to find a spot to pull over and spank her on the drive through the redwoods, and had the feeling she’d sensed that and was taking full advantage. Unfortunately, the Headlands had several other visitors and wasn’t really conducive to that.

I did, however, have my camera with me, and snapped quite a few photos of Sparkle from the rear as she walked ahead.

As we walked along the coast, we found a spot where we could climb down onto a lower area below the main path. We walked and explored, and finally came to a spot that was fairly sheltered from the path above.

Mooning on the Mendocino coast.

I grinned at Sparkle and told her this seemed to be a fairly private spot as I looked through my camera meaningfully.

Sparkle grinned as well and turned her back to me as she unbuttoned her jeans. Down they slid, followed by her panties.

I snapped several photos, smiling all the time. One of my favorite things in the world is to see my wife’s bare bum in the open air, especially if I have a camera with me. Knowing there were other people not more than 20-30 feet away was even more fun.

Hearing a few voices above, Sparkle pulled her pants back up, and we headed back up to the path. Good thing too: as we came up over an edge, we saw a sheriff’s car pulling into the parking lot (though truth be told, they only checked the lot and headed on). We spent a few more minutes walking around, then got back into our car and continued our drive.

As we drove and chatted, I couldn’t get my mind off of spanking the sassy bottom that had just been shown to me. Sparkle knew it too as my eyes kept darting off the road at every possible turnoff and pullout. Sadly, however, none offered the degree of privacy we’d both want.

A closeup of Sparkle's sexy buns.

100 or so miles later, however, as we neared San Francisco, my eyes widened with anticipation. A turnoff, which wrapped around a small hillock between it and the road. I signaled and pulled in, and Sparkle’s eyes widened as well, but for different reasons.

I shifted to park and set the brake, turning the engine off. “But, I can see the road,” she whimpered. I agreed, but said that no one would be able to see her.

“Turn over,” I ordered.

She made some noises of protest, but folded her seat back and flipped over onto her stomach.

“Take them down.”

Seconds later, her bottom was bare again and awaiting something more than a camera.

Spanked on the roadside.

I spanked her as traffic whizzed by on the road. Spanked her crisply, enjoying her squirms as I warmed her sassy backside. Her cheeks blushed under my hand, and I knew her other cheeks were blushing too at the thought of the passing cars.

After a few moments and a few pictures, I told her she could get dressed again and started the car.

The rest of the drive was rather uneventful. Traffic as we neared the Golden Gate Bridge, and hunger pangs as we passed through San Jose. A late dinner, and exhaustion as we collapsed into bed at home.

But it was a very good day.

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By Fireman Chris, March 26, 2009 10:35 PM

So, I was sitting in the occupational clinic office yesterday morning waiting for my biannual department physical. I picked up a recent Rolling Stone, and started thumbing through it. A couple pages in, I was pleasantly surprised to find the following photo of singer Lily Allen performing at a nightclub in the UK.

I either need to start going to nightclubs more…or I need to get a subscription to Rolling Stone.

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By Fireman Chris, October 2, 2008 5:59 PM

I was going to say that I don’t usually do politics on this blog, but this isn’t really about politics…its about a lot more than that. And you can thank my wife for giving me the motivation to write this (if you haven’t looked at her blog, go check out her most recent post and be sure to watch the video).

Just a little over a month from today, we in the U.S. have the chance…no, the responsibility, to vote for the next President of this country.

Voting is always important, and voting in this coming election is especially so given the number of issues that are facing our country right now. I don’t think I need to go into that further…unless you’ve been hiding in a box for the past decade, you know what those issues are.

It’s a historic election aside from all of that. Come November 4, we elect either the first African-American President or the first female Vice-President. Yes, it shouldn’t matter what race, ethnicity, gender you are, but it doesn’t change the fact that since 1789, when George Washington took the oath of office, every
U.S. President has been a white male.

I know how I’m voting, and you can probably guess how. I can’t say I don’t care who you vote for because I really do, but the fact of the matter is, it’s your choice and regardless of who you favor, you need to go make that choice heard. And if you haven’t registered to vote yet, go to Declare Yourself and do it now!

So save your arguments about the electoral college, “hanging chads” or any of that and get out there and vote.

And in case you’re wondering, that’s Jessica Alba in the picture above.

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By Fireman Chris, September 25, 2008 8:02 PM

I’d planned to write this a few weeks ago, shortly after the Shadow Lane party, but life got in the way.

As Bridget shared on her blog, she caned me at the party.

She not only caned me, but she did so very well, and then proceeded to beat me with pretty much anything else she could get her hands on. And I liked it very much.

Let me take a step back here.

I really and truly identify myself as a Top, or when it comes to Sparkle’s and my relationship, even a Dom. That is the predominant part of my personality: its what I fantasize about doing, its the role I take on nine times out of ten and its really what I consider myself to be. I love being the one in control, be it spanking or other fun, and I find myself feeding off of that energy.

But even though I don’t identify myself as a switch, there are times when I enjoy switching, and certain people I enjoy doing so with.

My friend Wednesday wrote something similar on her blog recently, in the vein of what she calls her Multiple Scene Identity Disorder, specifically in the part where why she identifies masochistic side, yet continues to label herself as a Top.

“I list myself as a top on this blog and at spanking parties at this point because I have run into people with terminal Dom’s disease once too many times. Give me a decent sadist or better yet a switch any day. They will have fun with me and not treat me like a submissive later. I *loathe* being treated like a submissive out of scene. It is the quickest way for someone to tick me off. So I tend to guard that part of my identity for a select few Tops who are clueful enough to give me what I need without reading more into it than what is there. I do it for fun, to get high on my own endorphins, and occasionally I do it as a rite of passage or for a catharsis.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself. For me, switching is more about the physical side of things than the mental. I can be submissive in the scene, but, like Wednesday, I don’t want that role to creep outside of it. Or rather, I don’t want others making assumptions and trying to put me into that role, because its likely to have the very opposite effect.

After Bridget had caned me, I was talking with her, and I told her that I didn’t think I could ever really enjoy being spanked by a true Top or Domme. Strange as this may sound, I best like being spanked most by those who identify themselves as bottoms/subs, or true switches. I think part of that is my sense of justice: if I spank you, I can’t really object if you want to spank me sometime. Plus, its kinda fun at a fantasy level to think about having the tables turned like that unwillingly.

I think more so, however, its something of a defense mechanism for me. I feel comfortable in that a bottom or sub, who in a similar fashion to me may like switching occasionally, is less likely to try to exert dominance over me outside of a scene. And, if they do, I can always put them over my knee and show them the error of their ways.

So back to my scene with Bridget.

For those who know her (and those who don’t can get an idea from the picture below or her FetLife profile), she’s a fairly little thing. If you read her blog, you know that she’s not only a submissive, but a collared slave.

I spanked her for the first time at last year’s party, which was great fun. Before that same party, knowing my occasional switching interests, she also told me that she’d enjoy seeing me get spanked sometime. I did get spanked last year (by my dear friend Mija) and we had planned for Bridget to watch this scene, but unfortunately, it didn’t work out.

At this year’s party, Bridget expressed an interest in learning how to cane, and my same dear friend Mija became the willing subject for the lesson, taught by her husband Pablo.

Shortly after said lesson, the three of them ended up in the suite Sparkle and I shared with Iris and M. Mija informed us that Bridget was quite a gifted student when it came to using the cane…and an accurate one at that.

Bridget informed us that she wanted to cane someone else…and looked at me.

I’d been drinking a bit of excellent Scotch at that point, and feeling rather brave and willing to experiment, I grinned and said “Sure!”.

A few moments later, I found myself over the end of a bed, and discovered just how quickly Bridget had learned to wield a cane.

As Mija had said, she was very accurate too. I’ve not played with canes (on either side) much myself, but I’ve watched others enough to know its hard to lay straight strokes, to not wrap the tip and to just generally not give a bad stroke every so often.

I don’t recall feeling a single bad stroke from Bridget, and as you can see, the welts she left were practically all parallel to each other.

A bit later, after we’d all been talking for awhile, I was teasing Iris about something…counting up infractions for some misbehavior. I happened to be laying cuddled up against Bridget during this (enjoying the afterglow of both the cane and the Scotch) and she informed me that perhaps I should receive the number of strokes I was counting for her.

I grinned and said something along the lines of “Bring it on.”

Good thing I’d been warmed up with the cane.

I found myself over the end of the couch, and Bridget began wielding things other than a cane. Such as a heavy leather strap. And a paddle or two. I honestly lost track, but M was gleefully handing her things from his toybag for her to try on me while the rest of our friends watched and cheered her on.

By the end, I was in that endorphin-fogged blissful state that serious players know well. It was a strange feeling for me…I rarely ever play with that intensity, and while I’ve seen “the bliss” in others (and even brought it about with partners a few times), I think it may be the first time I’d really experienced it.

Sparkle basically had to lead me off to the bedroom and tuck me into bed before rejoining our friends in the other room. And I think I was asleep before she closed the door.

Of course, then next morning I was back to my toppy self and ended up with Bridget across my lap making sure she was suitably warm for her plane flight home.

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By Fireman Chris, September 18, 2008 9:49 PM

As some of you know, I finally got home from Texas last night. And it is good to be home.

Without going into too many details, the trip was somewhat frustrating because my team really didn’t get to do a lot. All in all, that’s a good thing, because the level of injury was much lower than expected and we weren’t needed to provide as much medical care. We also went out originally when it looked like Ike was going to hit Florida, and since it changed track, there was a lot of waiting to see where it was going to finally hit.

We did go out on a couple of assignments, helped with some evacuations; but mostly, we sat around waiting to be called and finally got sent home. Hence the frustration. It’s not that we wanted people to be hurt just so we could help them, but sitting around a hotel just waiting when you’re away from family is hard.

Still, we were there if needed and ready to help. And that feels good in and of itself.

I did have one startle on the trip. During our travels around Texas, I saw this sign on the building next to one of our hotels.

Sadly, they sold farming equipment, not anything more interesting.

There were a lot of bullwhips around the gift shops we visited though.

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By Fireman Chris, July 25, 2008 11:56 PM

Sometimes, things get lost in translation.

Other times, they just get kinkified. (found at Engrish.com).

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By Fireman Chris, June 28, 2008 6:16 PM

As Sparkle’s already explained on her blog, she and I and the princess have been apart due to her work and a family visit. Currently, she and the princess are visiting her family in Indiana and I’m at home.

That hasn’t stopped her from being naughty from a distance. I opened up my e-mail this morning to find an message from ******@vzwpix.com, indicating a picture message sent from a Verizon cell phone.

This is what I found when I opened it.

I immediately texted her back to tell her how naughty she was. She feigned ignorance until I explained why, and then I could almost hear the giggling. I told her I ought to post the picture here, and she did not seem too upset about that prospect, thus this post.

I suspect this won’t be the last photo of Sparkle you see on here. As part of the reconnecting she mentioned in the post above, I told her to prepare for more photos of her to be posted.

Including bare ones.

After all, if she’s going to be naughty and show off her bum, I think it should be a properly spanked bum she shows off.

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By Fireman Chris, June 8, 2008 10:57 AM

Safety tip for the day: oral sex and frying pans filled with hot oil do not mix.Publish Post

from Kontraband.com

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By Fireman Chris, April 4, 2008 10:29 PM

Sparkle and I made a trip to one of the semi-local Ikea stores today to pick up a new desk and bookcase for the princess and a few other items.

While browsing through the showroom, we came across this lovely red cloth-bound journal and had to wonder if someone from the scene is working for Ikea’s product development department.

If you’re looking for a new punishment book, you can find it here.