Comments (0) I found this link mentioned on Alex Birch’s Flaming Cheeks forum and just had to share. It doesn’t really have anything to do with spanking, but there’s something very toppy about telling an anonymous cyber-model to “come closer” and “turn around”.
Not to mention the fact that I happen to enjoy looking at cute female backsides encased in flimsy lingerie.
http://www.knickerpicker.com/dressing-room.asp
Enjoy!
For those who read Sparkle’s blog, you’ve already know that about the bad news we recently got about her aunt. This, unfortunately, has put something of a damper on some otherwise good news in our lives.
My sister gave birth to a little boy earlier this week, which is, of course great news. We’re already planning a trip (coinciding with a business trip for Sparkle) to meet him. The Princess, of course, it totally excited by the prospect of a baby cousin.
And today, our key rings got a little bit heavier. We took possession of our new house, and after a short period of necessary work on it and all the normal chaos of moving, plan to be living there before Easter.
As I said, these are good things, things we’ve been waiting for and anticipating, but it’s hard to be too excited knowing the sadness and fear being felt by other parts of our family, as well as by ourselves.
In any event, we’ll probably not be around online too much over the next few weeks, at least until we get settled into the new place. Thankfully, it’s not like our last house where we spent nearly six months working and renovating before we were truly settled, and we take some relief in the fact that the majority of our “stuff” is still packed from the move over the summer, but the next couple of weeks will still be busy for us.
We’ll keep you posted.
Found this gem on Yahoo! tonight:
An accidental push of a button Friday had students at Palm Bay High questioning what they’d done wrong and parents plotting punishments.
Parents of all 2,550 students in the school received an automated call Friday reminding them that their student had to report for Saturday morning detention. Problem was, the message only should have gone to 16 homes.
Now if that isn’t fodder for a kinky story or two, I’m not sure what is.
I was going through Blogger tonight, cleaning out some old drafts in there. Mostly, these were posts that got started and somehow duplicated in the posting process, so I was deleting out the chaff.
Then I saw this one, and started reading through it. After the first sentence or so, I remembered that I’d started writing this a little over a year ago (January 5th, to be specific) after Sparkle and I returned from an adults-only trip to Las Vegas. I’m not exactly sure how or why I ended up not finishing it, but here it sat in Blogger, sadly unfinished.
So, here’s the original post, completed to the best of my memory a year later…though as you’ll see, the events were certainly memorable.
To preserve the original draft, I’ve added any new text in this color. Hope that’s not too distracting.
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So, I realized today that its been over a week [or a year...who's counting?] and I still haven’t posted anything about our Vegas trip. Shame on me.
A bit of history first.
A month or so ago, amidst the early planning for Christmas, I discovered that I had a few more vacation days remaining than I thought I had. W traditionally travel to Sparkle’s hometown in Indiana for Christmas, so I usually have to save up 4 to 5 vacation days to make that happen. This year, we decided the princess was at the age that we’d rather have Christmas here, so we convinced her parents to come out here. Since I didn’t need to save so many vacation days, I was a bit more loose with them this year, and planned to take a couple of days off for a fire department class back in October. Fortunately, however, my boss let me take those days off as “professional development” and I didn’t have to burn vacation for it, hence the extra days.
So, Sparkle and I decided to combine the unexpected days off with having live-in babysitters, and take a couple of days for ourselves. Her parents were thrilled to have our daughter all to themselves, the little girl was thrilled to have two doting grandparents spoiling her to death, and we were thrilled to get to go be adults without a child in tow. Win-win-win situation.
Now, realistically, and as Sparkle jokingly suggested, we could have gone and gotten a room in a hotel a mile or two from here and still been perfectly happy and able to engage in unfettered kinkiness. But somehow, that just didn’t seem right, so we decided to hit the road for Sin City. We’ve always enjoyed going to Vegas, and generally do so at least once a year (and yes, we’ve done it with our daughter in tow…mostly for conferences). It’s an easy drive from here, and there’s something liberating about being in a city where a certain degree of misbehavior is expected.
Prior to Sparkle’s parents arriving here, we decided to “secure” our toys from prying eyes. The toys have been residing in two Rubbermaid stackable storage drawers in our closet, which are obviously a bit too accessible. We’ve been trying to come up with a more secure solution (we’re thinking some sort of locking trunk), but in the meantime, we just packed them into one of the suitcases we keep in our closet. This, of course, had the added advantage of making them easy to bring along on the trip when we left (and nobody said anything about us taking a rolling suitcase AND a duffel bag on an overnight trip.)
We decided to spend one night at Luxor, our favorite casino, so to make the most of it, we actually left the house before sunrise, both to get us into Vegas early and to avoid the morning rush-hour traffic here. After stopping for gas and cash, we were on the road.
I feel compelled at this point to mention that the trip was planned to be very kinky and adult in nature. To set the mood for this, some time before the trip, I informed Sparkle that she was not allowed to pack any panties, and that she was to only wear skirts. These type of rules always seem to turn on my dear wife, so she was definitely in a playful mood even before we left the house.
Traditionally, when we drive to Vegas, we don’t stop until we hit Barstow. There’s a particular gas station with a large mini-mart that I like to stop at. Even though the traffic was fairly light, the station was packed when we got there, and we had to go park behind it. As nobody else was parked in the back, I took the opportunity to give Sparkle’s bottom several firm smacks as we walked to the mini-mart. When we returned to the truck and found the back lot still vacant, I bent her over her seat and gave her a brief spanking on the back of her skirt.
This, of course, made her even more playful.
Outside of Barstow, I-15 becomes 2 lanes in each direction almost the entire way to Vegas (with occasional truck lanes on the steeper grades). Again, traffic was light, and as we drove and talked, Sparkle leaned over onto the center console a bit, so I stroked her neck, shoulders and…elsewhere. Not anything enough to distract me from my driving, mind you, but I rarely ever have both hands on the wheel on open highway.
Sparkle was getting more turned on by this point, and jokingly (or so I thought) said “I should take my shirt off.” I like to tease her about making her be an exhibitionist, so I thought she was just teasing and said something like “Sure, go ahead.”
She did.
She rode there next to me for about 2 minutes totally topless (no other cars nearby, and she’d removed her bra as we left Barstow), then leaned her seat back and laid her shirt on top of herself, and proceeded to play with her nipples. Her very sensitive nipples. I frequently bring her to orgasm just by playing with them, though she rarely can herself, so I knew she was just teasing herself, which can be a very good thing.
I spied an exit up ahead, and Sparkle giggled nervously as I took it. I think she knew what was about to happen.
At the end of the exit was a road. Turning left took you into a small town/settlement, and turning right took you up to a large turnout with a dirt road heading out the back. I turned right and pulled into the turnout, turning so the truck was facing the highway.
I pulled her over towards me, so that her naked torso was laying across the center console, face up. She chuckled naughtily as I proceeded to play with her nipples. A moment later, she’d somehow managed to climb onto my lap, straddling me in the driver’s seat as I brought her to an orgasm with my tongue on those very sensitive nipples.
Then, she climbed back into her seat and we continued on our way. And so did her teasing.
About halfway between Barstow and Baker is a solitary road with a strange name. If you’ve ever driven the route, you know it. Zzyzx is, after all, a rather eye-catching name.
As we approached the exit, I informed Sparkle that we’d be stopping again to address her naughtiness.
The road curves off from the highway and parallels it at a distance of about 500 yards. We pulled off and drove down a bit, finding a nice wide turnout. I pulled in and turned the truck so I was facing the road and able to see about a 1/4 mile in each direction.
I then told Sparkle to roll over onto her tummy in the seat and bare her bottom. She, of course, complied. What followed was a rather thorough, quick and sharp spanking of her naughty little bottom with my hand. She yelped, she squealed, she rolled around on the seat, and she thoroughly enjoyed herself. So did I, I must say. When I was done, she had a bright red bottom and was hornier than ever. I told her she’d not get another orgasm until I’d had at least one. And then, we hit the road again.
Upon arriving in Vegas, we had some time to kill before we could check in at our hotel, so we stopped at an outlet mall. Sparkle’s teasing tempered to the variety she’s comfortable with in public. I, however, took great delight in frequently smacking her bottom, covered only with her skirt.
Once we finally checked in to the hotel and got to our room, Sparkle found herself naked on the bed getting her bottom spanked a bright red again, before we moved on to fulfilling the conditions for her next orgasm.
The rest of the weekend was spent much the same way. Lots of teasing, lots of spanking, lots of other fun things. Fun with the new schoolgirl uniform. Fun with the myriad of toys we brought. Fun being ourselves, being adults who love each other.
We returned home much refreshed, and very thankful for grandparents.
I’ve been thinking a bit about how I identify myself lately. Not an identity crisis exactly, but a bit of contemplation.
I recently created a profile on CollarMe. No, don’t bother looking, it’s gone now.
For those who aren’t familiar, CollarMe is a combination personals ad/social networking site for kinky folks. Sparkle created a profile there awhile ago, and I decided to follow suit.
As you’ve probably noticed, Sparkle and I are both hesitant to put out any pictures that show our faces or other identifying features, and I was initially unsure of what picture of myself to use for my profile there. I then remembered one Sparkle took of me in my firefighting gear, including my breathing apparatus mask, at my old fire department. A quick bit of editing and cropping removed the department name from the front of my helmet and from the back of the fire engine, leaving a fairly anonymous picture. I also found another one that showed me from the back, bending over (in full gear again) from a drill a couple years ago, so I decided to upload that too.
CollarMe requires your first picture to be approved by them and that the primary photo (the one visible on your profile page) cannot contain nudity or be “extreme”. OK, fair enough. Beyond that, nothing, and their terms of service includes the standard prohibitions against underage subjects, copyright material…yada yada yada.
So, a couple days after uploading the photos, imagine my surprise when I got the following e-mails (once for each photo):
“The attached photo you recently submitted on collarme.com as photo #1 was not approved. Reason: Out of respect for military and law enforcement codes of conduct and to prevent the possibility that photographs might be posted without consent, pictures of persons in uniform cannot be permitted. Note: This message was also sent to your inbox on the website. DO NOT REPLY TO THIS MESSAGE. THIS EMAIL ACCOUNT IS NOT MONITORED.”
I won’t get into the fact that the fire department is neither military nor law enforcement, or the fact that the first page on their “Browse Photos” gallery shows a gentleman in a full military uniform. Or the fact that there’s nothing about this particular prohibition in writing anywhere I can find, other than the e-mails I received. Or the rather blunt “don’t bother replying, we’ve made our decision” message.
My first reaction was anger. I immediately deleted my account there, and I won’t be back. I’m not writing this to spite them or suggest others avoid them. I personally will have nothing more to do with them, but that’s simply my personal feeling, probably fueled a bit by my Irish temper.
After I got over the initial anger, I got into a bit of a funk, wondering if I’m somehow wrong about bringing my profession into my kink. I went through a bit of this when it was suggested that I wear my dress uniform to the last Shadow Lane party, and I agonized over that decision for a long time before finally deciding to do so. Even at the party, however, there was a nagging worry in the back of my mind of “I really shouldn’t be doing this”. I’ll reiterate that the uniform in question is from my old department and has no identifying marks on it that would tie it to the department, and that it was worn with a generic badge that anyone could buy through eBay or various other retailers. In reality, in this context, it’s not truly a uniform, but rather an expensive, very realistic costume.
Still, for some in the fire service, wearing any fire department apparel at a kink event would probably be crossing a line. Some firefighters are very conservative and would take offense to the kink in general. Others would see it as an inappropriate thing to do “in uniform” and casting the fire service in a bad light, regardless of their personal thoughts one way or the other. Others would find it too similar to recently well-publicized events with on-duty (key word there) fire department personnel attending similar, adult events. I thought about all of this, and finally came to the conclusion that so long as I wasn’t representing any specific department, I was OK with it. Agree with me or not, I’m OK with it, and that’s all that really matters.
Being a firefighter is part of my identity, as much as being kinky is. This is something I’ve come to realize over the past 5 years so so since I’ve been in the fire service. Volunteer, paid, on the engine or behind my desk, I identify myself as a firefighter. It’s more than just a job to me, it’s part of who I am. I’ll admit it: I’m proud of it. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished over the past five years, proud of the limits I’ve pushed, proud of the experiences I’ve survived (both mentally and physically).
And I’m kinky too. I can’t separate those facts. I am a kinky firefighter. The kink part obviously gets left at home, at least publicly, when I go to work. Some might say the firefighter part should conversely be left at the station when I go into the kink world. I don’t see it that way, however. Part of the attraction of living a kinky life is being able to be open about who you are, and for me, that includes both my interest in spanking as well as being a firefighter.
And I’m OK with that.
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