T is for my Treadmill Desk

Posted on June 20, 2014 by Holladean

Day 20 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

I love my treadmill desk. It allows me to get some exercise in and write at the same time. I first heard about such a thing on the Kboard’s writer’s cafe. They were talking about treadmill desks that cost $1600! Holy Cow! There’s no way I could spend that kind of money. Especially since I already owned a treadmill. My treadmill is a pretty decent one, though a bit old. I bought it somewhere around 2001 I think. But it was still working great and there was no need to spend such an exorbitant amount of money for a new treadmill.

One of the posters on the writer’s cafe mentioned they had modified their treadmill with a shelf to hold their laptop and Voila! Treadmill Desk for super cheap bucks. I drove myself to my favorite big box do-it-yourself home store and purchased a 48″ shelf that was 10 inches wide, 4 u-shaped clamps, and a little bag of 10 screws. I only needed 8 screws but the bag had 10. The entire cost of these items was under $14!

I placed the shelf on the the arms of my treadmill – luckily mine stick straight out – and put my laptop on it. It was almost a perfect fit. I could have used a 12 inch wide shelf, but what the heck, it was fine like it was. Then I took those clamps screwed them into the the bottom of the shelf and I had my own Voila! moment. Here’s the result.

I didn’t do well with walking and typing at the same time. I could do all right at just over 2mph but anything faster and I had all kinds of typos. So I installed Dragon Naturally Speaking and little by little I worked my way up in speed to 2.7mph. So far anything faster than that makes Dragon mess up because I’m gasping for breath after 20 minutes or so. I can walk for 1 hour and 9 minutes and during that time I get between 1200 and 1700 words written. Not bad for what I always considered a total waste of time. There’s so much I can do in that time I’m on the treadmill. But now that I can write, I actually look forward to it.

Of course, it’s summer now and I live in the desert so I must swim. I swim a half mile every day, 64 lengths of my pool. If only I could devise a way to type while I swim. Maybe a waterproof covering for my laptop that could balance on a kickboard as I kick my way back and forth in the pool. Hmmm…I wonder if that’s an idea for a viable invention..

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S is for the Spank Her Series

Posted on June 19, 2014 by Holladean

Day 19 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

Today will be 6 short excerpts from my Spank Her Series.

Spank Her Now

“Okay. The first one was a question. It asked, does your wife need a spanking.”

“Oh my god! How crazy is that?” Eve tried to sound surprised.

“Well, there’s more. Some of the titles are repeated but I’ll just read them all to you one at a time.”

Stephen went through the entire list. When he was done, Eve didn’t say anything.

“Honey? Are you still there?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m here. Can you read them to me one more time?”

After he read the second one, which was, ‘well does she,’ Eve asked him, “Does she?”

“Does she what?” Stephen asked.

“Does your wife need a spanking?”

“Uh…honey, I’m not sure how to answer that.” Oh,shit! Now she’s gonna think that I think she does need a spanking!

“Oh, so you do think I need a spanking. Goodbye, Stephen.” Eve hung up and smiled to herself.

Spank Her Again

“Ms. Mallory, you will change back into your gown and get into bed or I will do it for you.”

Maggie had enough. “Doctor, you might be able to order the people of this town around, but I am a nurse practitioner and I know what I’m doing. I am leaving this clinic and returning to my cottage.”

This time, Spence had enough. “Ms. Mallory, I don’t care if you’re a world famous brain surgeon. Now I suggest you get back in that bed or I’ll turn you over my knee. Now, Ms. Mallory.”

What?? Did he just threaten to spank me?

Spank Her Hard

“I don’t want to shock you, Francine. I have a small kink that I enjoy.”

Francine was nervous now. Did he want to tie her up? Did he want unprotected sex? Or did he want to fuck her in the ass? She wasn’t agreeing to any of those things.

Joe sighed, “I see I’ve already made you nervous again.”

She nodded and said, “Yeah, a little. I guess you should just tell me and then we’ll know if it’s something I’m willing to do.”

“Okay, I have a spanking kink.”

Relief washed over her. If all he wanted was for her to spank his ass, she could do that. No problem at all.

She smiled at him and said, “Why, Joe, I’d be happy to give your ass a spanking if that’s what you need. Have you been a naughty boy?”

Joe gave a little laugh and said, “No, Francine. I want to be the spanker. I want to take you and turn you over my knee and spank your cute little ass until it’s a nice rosy red.”

Spank Her Very Much

“Please let me go,” she sobbed. “I promise I won’t ever do this again. I just needed some money so badly to help with my sick mother. It was stupid. I know that now. But please, please let me go.”

Oh, she was good, Brent thought. But he knew she was lying and he knew the tears were fake. There just wasn’t a lot of sincerity in her voice. He’d enjoyed patting her shapely body while looking for more loot in her pockets and now he had an idea.

“You’ll do anything? Anything at all?” He asked her.

“Yes! Just name it! Anything!”

What if he wants sex? I can’t do that. Oh God, what did I just promise? What if he wants me to do something even more illegal than burglary?

Gina waited while Brent pretended to think it over. He knew exactly what he was going to ask of her. She wasn’t going to like it; but he was sure she would agree if her other choice was going to jail.

“Here are your choices,” Brent began. “Either I call the police and press charges or you submit to a spanking.”

Spank Her More

A collection of five short stories, this is an excerpt of the first story, Flight Lessons.

“I ought to take my belt and wallop your ass until you can’t sit down for a week. That would teach you not to be careless.”

“I wasn’t careless,” Margie protested. “I was talking myself through the whole landing and was surprised by the bounce.”

“You were overconfident, and that’s careless.”

“I was not overconfident!”

“You were. You made three perfect landings with me in the plane and then you got careless, thinking you had landings down pat.”

“I was not overconfident and I was not careless. I was doing everything exactly as you taught me.”

“Quit arguing with me, Margie. Or I might still take my belt and tune up your ass.”

****

A brand new Spank Her ?. This is a work in progress and hasn’t been named yet. I also haven’t decided what color undies to put on the cover. I’m open to suggestions!

He kept his eyes focused on her face and it was obvious she was concerned about losing his listing. He knew exactly what he wanted from her to atone for this error.

“There has to be a consequence, Samantha. I can’t let this mistake slide. Without consequences, I’m concerned you might slip into more carelessness as we progress with the sale of my home. Since I’m out at the ranch most of the time, I need to make sure you’ll stay focused on what you need to do.”

“A consequence, Mac? What kind of consequence?” There was obvious suspicion in her voice.

“A spanking, Samantha. I want you to drop your pants and lean over the kitchen island. I intend to give you a sound spanking that should help keep you on your toes.”

“What?” Samantha wasn’t sure she heard him right. Actually, she knew she had heard him right, she just couldn’t believe it.

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R is for Reading

Posted on June 18, 2014 by Holladean

Day 18 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

I think all writers must love to read. I’ve been a voracious reader my entire life. If it hadn’t been for the public library my parents would have gone broke. I often received books for Christmas gifts. My parents would buy me Fall River Classic books. One year I received three of them and was so excited I had a hard time deciding which one to read first. Alice in Wonderland or Arabian Nights. Or should it be Tarzan of the Apes? If my memory serves, Tarzan won out.My bedroom was just off the dining room and my father would often sit at the dining room table and read under the light of the chandelier. I shared a room with my little sister who was afraid of the dark so the door had to always be left open an inch or two. This caused a beam of light to shine across one end of my bed. I would read in that few inches of light, sliding my book up and down the beam, hoping my father wouldn’t get tired too soon. Hoping I could finish at least the chapter I was on. Years later, I learned he knew of my late night reading by the thin beam because he could see the movement of my book if he glanced at the door and let his eyes follow the light. He had no problem with me staying awake if I was reading.

I wish I had time to read more. My Kindle is packed with ebooks waiting to be read. The top of the filing cabinet in my office has two stacks of books and the shelf behind those stacks has more books. All waiting to be read. See that empty space to the left? That’s where the 7 books that are on the corner of my desk used to be. They’ve made their way to the soon to be read pile.

Nearly every time I read an excerpt from one of you spanking authors, I want to buy that book. It’s a damn good thing I don’t like every sub-genre or I’d go broke. There are more books out there (and I’m talking about good books) than I’ll ever be able to read and that makes me sad. How many wonderful stories are there that will never make it to my Kindle or bookshelf?

I have to go now and read what I wrote today so I’ll have time tonight to read a bit before I go to bed.

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Q is for Queefing

Posted on June 17, 2014 by Holladean

Day 17 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

Promise you won’t laugh at my ignorance while I tell you this story. A few weeks ago my daughter and several of her friends were visiting from out of state and enjoying a girl’s only pool party. One of the the girls brought along a game I’d never heard of. It’s a card game called Cards Against Humanity and had a subtitle of something like ‘A card game for horrible people.’ I’ll briefly explain the game.

There are two types of cards – question cards and answer cards. All the players get 10 answer cards and you take turns asking questions and everyone puts in the answer card they think will win. The person asking the question is the one who decides the winning card. The answer cards range all over the place from the name of a famous person to something disgusting and can get pretty hilarious when used.

So one of the answer cards was the word queefing. I had never heard the word before and when it was played I asked, “What’s queefing?”

One of the young ladies very politely explained that it’s when too much air is pushed into your vagina while ‘doing it’ and then it escapes and make a noise like passing gas. To which I replied, “Oh, you mean pussy farts!”

Everyone laughed and claimed they never heard that term while my daughter loudly exclaimed, “Mom!”

I’m a little surprised – considering my age – that I’ve never heard of queefing. And even more surprised that these girls had never heard of it being called pussy farts. Live and learn. And laugh!

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P is for Paddles and The Rower’s Paddle

Posted on June 16, 2014 by Holladean

Day 16 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

Lexan Paddles – I hear they’re super ouchy!

Hairbrush Paddles – Don’t have one, not gonna buy one!

Leather Paddles – definitely has a certain appeal! Wooden spoon – another super ouchy spanking tool. Paint stirrers – would not want to try out those plastic ones! Rice Paddles – No idea how they’re used but can imagine one use.

What’s your favorite paddle?

Here’s a short excerpt from The Rower’s Paddle:

“Get undressed.” It came out sounding like an order.

Looking at his blue eyes she asked, “Is that like a command? Get undressed?”

“Take it any way you want, babe. Just get your clothes off. Now.”

A shiver ran down her spine and she thought how hot he sounded when he told her to get undressed. Like he knew he was in charge. Like he expected her to do exactly what he said.

She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Pushing the jeans to the floor, she stepped out of them. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor.

Glancing over at Mike, she saw he was nearly undressed as well. Only his boxer shorts were left on. Slipping them off, he went to sit on the bed.

Jenny slipped out of her bra and panties and walked over to the bed. He pulled her close so she was standing between his legs. Running his hands down her arms and then letting his fingers skim over her hips, he looked up into her eyes.

“Are you ready for this?”

She knew he was asking if she was ready to be spanked. Afraid her voice would come out in nothing more than a squeak, she nodded her head in agreement.

“Okay then. I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you.”

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O is for Orgasm

Posted on June 15, 2014 by Holladean

Day 15 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

Orgasms. Do you fake it to make your partner feel good about him/herself? How many can you have in succession?

Poor guys, it seems women have all the luck when it comes to orgasms.

That must have been a hell of a night!

I’m all for this one! Every day an ORGASM day!

And my question to you is this: Have you ever been spanked to orgasm??

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N is for Nipples

Posted on June 14, 2014 by Holladean

Day 14 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

Nipples come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They can stand out and be erect almost all of the time. Or they can be flat and smooth most of the time and then become hard due to stimulation by clothes, cold temperatures, or other attention. They come in varying shades of pink and brown. Like everything else about our bodies, women tend to worry about if their nipples are “normal” or different from other women’s nipples.

When I was unmarried I went to a bar with a girlfriend and a man approached me and offered to buy me a drink. He was good looking and I accepted. No sooner did our drinks arrive and he said, “Did you know you have thirteen bumps around your nipples?” What a lame pick-up line! I asked him what made him think he knew how many bumps I have and he claimed all women have thirteen bumps.

Guess what I did when I got home? Yep, I stood in front of the mirror and counted those bumps. He was wrong. Then I called my friend and she too had checked out her bump count. Neither one of us had thirteen bumps and the number of bumps wasn’t even the same on both breasts. I didn’t see that guy again and I wonder how successful his stupid pick-up line really was.

So how many of you are going straight to the mirror to count your bumps?

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M is for Maid for the Cowboy

Posted on June 13, 2014 by Holladean

Day 13 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

Today I’m repeating a post from the past when I first published Maid for the Cowboy.

Maid for the Cowboy

Callie has been caught standing on a stepladder, washing windows. A dangerous activity to Joe’s way of thinking. He gives her a good talking to and promises a trip to the woodshed if she does something like this again. The following day, after the bossy cowboy and his brothers leave for the day, Callie decides to finish the window washing job. Here’s what happens next:

Callie took the stepladder and her window washing supplies and went outside to finish up the job Joe had interrupted. What Joe didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Or her, for that matter. She giggled to herself as she thought about his threat of taking her on a personalized tour of the woodshed.

She made good progress, finishing the side she was working on the day before. The back of the house had the screened in porch so she moved along to the third side and continued her work. She was about halfway through with that side of the house when she heard Joe clearing his throat behind her.

At least he didn’t startle her this time. She kept working, pretending she hadn’t heard him. Butterflies were doing some kind of jig in her belly as she wondered what he was going to do.

“I thought you understood me when I said no stepladder when you’re here alone.”

“Well, it’s too beautiful a day to spend inside and the windows need cleaning. I’m almost done and I haven’t had an accident, so all your worrying was for nothing.”

“That’s not the point, Callie. The point is I said no stepladder. I also remember telling you what would happen and not to test me.”

“Yep, you did,” Callie pretended not to be concerned. “But I can’t wait till someone is around to do my work. All is well, so no need for you to get your underwear in a bundle.”

She could see his reflection in the window. It wasn’t crystal clear, but she could make out enough to tell he was fuming. What would he do?

Joe put his hands at her waist, picked her up and set her on the ground. Holding her arm with his right hand, he put his left foot on the second step of the short ladder and then pulled her quickly over his hard thigh and began spanking her bottom.

“What are you doing!? Let me up!” Callie yelled, kicked, and cursed.

“Unless you want me to carry you to the woodshed, I suggest you hold still and quit yelling.”

He spanked her denim clad bottom with his hand about fifteen times while Callie tried to hold still. She suddenly was pretty sure he’d follow through on his threat to take her to the woodshed. This spanking was painful enough that she had no desire to see what might await her in the woodshed.

He finally let her up, and gripped her arms with his hands, making her face him. “I hope you understand I mean business. We’re out here far from medical help and we all need to do things as safely as possible. You will listen to me and do what I tell you when it comes to your safety. Next time I have to spank you, it won’t be over your clothes. Do you understand?”

Callie was stunned into silence. She nodded her head in reply as she tried to figure out what had just happened. He had spanked her! Like she was a naughty, disobeying, little girl!

“I need to hear it out loud, Callie. Do you understand?”

“Y…ye…yes, sir.” She finally stammered.

Joe turned and walked away, leaving her standing there. Confused, not quite able to believe he’d actually bent her over his knee and spanked her, Callie slowly dumped her bucket of vinegar water onto the ground, picked up the stepladder, and went inside. Had anyone seen what had happened? Where were the other brothers? Jamie was still in school, but where the other three?

Most important of all, why were her panties wet and her thighs trembling?

Maid for the Cowboy:

Things heat up between Callie and Joe almost from the start when Callie is hired after answering an ad for a position as housekeeper/cook for five cowboy brothers on their ranch in Arizona. She learns the hard way that Joe means it when he says safety is the most important concern on the ranch. This lesson is given with Callie over Joe’s knee and his big hand delivering hard spanks to her bottom.

The attraction between Joe and Callie grows into much more. Soon Callie is in love and has to ask herself if she can reconcile herself to a life with a cowboy who delivers a spanking every time she does something he considers dangerous or unsafe.

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L is for Lips

Posted on June 12, 2014 by Holladean

Day 12 of the Spanking Blog Challenge

L is for Lips. Lovely, luscious lips.

Kissable lips.

Lips that make you think of sweet candy.

Soft and velvety lips.

Lips captured between the teeth in that sexy come hither look. Or maybe its the look you get right when you realize you’re in trouble.

There are of course other types of lips. But I didn’t think pictures of those lips would be appropriate on my blog. Just let your imagination run wild on those.

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