<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571</id><updated>2011-12-04T13:38:02.998Z</updated><category term='maintenance'/><category term='`'/><category term='cheeky'/><category term='alternative punishment'/><category term='dd'/><title type='text'>lil miss trouble</title><subtitle type='html'>SPANKING SNIPPETS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7943018142061574649</id><published>2011-12-04T08:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:58:55.854Z</updated><title type='text'>OT: cashback for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Now I am one who usually tries to tries to keep my blog purely about TTWD but I'm making an exception for this post to share my recent love for Quidco. What's quidco you ask? Well it's a cashback website- basically it boils down to a site that if you shop through it for your online purchases (and even some in-store) you get a percentage of you spend back. You can still use whatever means you choose to pay and all the website takes is the first £5 for a yearly fee and then the rest can either be paid into your account by BACS or paypal. You can get cashback for shopping at Ann summers and bondara! Money is tight for everyone these days and since there is no great coupon schemes in the UK like there is in the States this is a pretty good way to try and save on those things you'd already planned to buy. If you're curious to see how it works- click the quidco banner and sign up (for free!) and give it a go! :)Ok I'm finished and the next post will be back on topic, I promise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7943018142061574649?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7943018142061574649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7943018142061574649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7943018142061574649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7943018142061574649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/12/ot-cashback-for-christmas.html' title='OT: cashback for Christmas'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4925915477695195181</id><published>2011-11-25T16:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:07:08.305Z</updated><title type='text'>New friends, new experiences, new fun...</title><content type='html'>In the past month a lot has happened for hubby and me. We recently met a lovely (local) couple off fetlife whom we have a great friendship that has evolved. We have had all gotten together at least once a week for a night of fun vanilla and kink wise. It's great to have friends local who we can be ourselves around without worrying about judgement. :)Of course new friendships bring new experiences with them. I've been lucky enough to try some new things that I've wanted to for a while. First I tried wax play and ouch! It was not what I was expecting to say the least! I thought it would be a bit less, well, keen. It was quickly decided that my bad back wasn't the best place for the wax but tried on my feet and it was much more tolerable. Also got to try being flogged and let me just say it was love at first stroke. Yum! I find it really relaxing and look forward to the chance to be flogged. The last thing that the (evil) doms tried was clothes pegs and let's just say I feel the complete opposite of them than I do flogging. In fact is it possible to more than hate something? If so that's how i feel about clothes pegs! This past Sunday all four of us ventured to the BBB (Birmingham bizarre buzaar. It was my first time to attend and to say it was interesting is a bit of an understatement. Hubby and I came away with some new purchases including a flogger, leather strap, a leather/ suede paddle, and a few other bits and bobs. All in all there's been a lot of great things going on and the best part is of course the blessing of new friends :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4925915477695195181?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4925915477695195181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4925915477695195181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4925915477695195181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4925915477695195181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-friends-new-experiences-new-fun.html' title='New friends, new experiences, new fun...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4135765571054845555</id><published>2011-09-06T15:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:01:06.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative options</title><content type='html'>There are many options for punishment. Do you use anything beyond spanking like corner time, essays or lines? Do you find them effective, embarrassing, or just a waste of time and energy? I personally find alternative punishments embarassing yet effectivefor me personally for that reason. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4135765571054845555?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4135765571054845555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4135765571054845555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4135765571054845555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4135765571054845555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/09/alternative-options.html' title='Alternative options'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7412388371484957984</id><published>2011-09-05T15:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:43:09.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name...</title><content type='html'>So just read a post on fetlife of someone asking what the difference between a daddy and a mentor. What do you all think? What's the difference between someone who considers themselves a daddy, mentor, master, dom or just a spanker? Just curious to see if there is a general consensus or if it varies widely between people. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7412388371484957984?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7412388371484957984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7412388371484957984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7412388371484957984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7412388371484957984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8508415222199969941</id><published>2011-09-03T23:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:03:36.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Partner</title><content type='html'>I have recently become a bit of a fetlife fetishist. I really enjoy the site for various reasons and even though I don't have many friends(ok I have one - I don't like to think of myself a pathetic just picky) the site offers me a feeling of camaraderie. I enjoy reading various forums and seeing that there are other people, subs particularly, who deal with some of the same battles I find myself often dealing with. (for example - wanting a discipline relationship but also hating it at the same time cuz- yup you guessed it- discipline spankings hurt! But they also make me closer to the person I truly want to be) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I have noticed alot on various profiles is submissives or slaves requesting,if not demanding, that people speak to their Dominant and attaining their permission before speaking to them. Now I personally don't understand that. Maybe some of you will disagree but let me explain why I feel this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the real purpose? Is it so the dominant can keep tabs on who his/her submissive is chatting to? To be honest that's what comes to my mind. And if that is why cant they just trust their submissive to make sound judgements on who to chat to or to at least ask them if they are unsure? I feel as relationship should be built on trust whether it's vanilla, between a Master and slave, a Dominant and submissive, or any of the many others. It just seems to me that making someone attain permission from another person to speak to you seems like there is a breakdown in the trust somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband would never ask such a thing of me but then again he trusts me to use my mind (I didn't lose the ability to think when I became 'his') and to make sound, adult decisions on who I chat to and what I choose to share with that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me but submissives that have to have their potential 'friends' approves by their Dom seem like a silent partner in the relationship...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8508415222199969941?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8508415222199969941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8508415222199969941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8508415222199969941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8508415222199969941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/09/silent-partner.html' title='Silent Partner'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4977667190068106105</id><published>2011-09-02T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:14:48.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little or big?</title><content type='html'>So I know I have disappeared into the blogosphere again and I'm sorry I just struggle to keep up to date with everything these days: laundry, cleaning around the house, blogging and so much more. I just lack the energy and motivation. Yes I know I probably need a spanking to kick my butt into gear but I'm sure there has to be a less painful way of doing it. If anyone has the answer feel free to share it with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that's what my post is about. Over the past few days I have been comtemplating the age old spanko question: does size matter? Now for anyone whose mind just fell in the gutter please climb right back out- I'm talking about a spankee's bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a skinny person and have always had issues with self confidence. I have often wondered if the person spanking me wishes I had a smaller bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do the spankers in the crowd think and do any spankees wonder the same thing I do? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4977667190068106105?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4977667190068106105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4977667190068106105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4977667190068106105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4977667190068106105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-or-big.html' title='Little or big?'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-9217308566016410619</id><published>2011-07-24T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:03:05.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Three words...</title><content type='html'>Freaking owwwwwwwwwwwwww... Ughhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-9217308566016410619?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/9217308566016410619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=9217308566016410619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/9217308566016410619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/9217308566016410619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/07/three-words.html' title='Three words...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7171930380485320234</id><published>2011-07-23T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:45:48.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>So hubby has informed me that tonight I'm getting a caning. (yes any and all sympathy is gladly accepted) It's actually for an incident that happened a few weeks ago and we haven't had the privacy til now to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened exactly? Well we were shopping and I found a dress that I liked but felt was more expensive than I wanted to pay. Hubby didn't agree and took it off me and headed to the cashier to purchase it. I grabbed the dress and started pulling in the opposite direction and when he told me to let go I looked him right in the eyes and 'no' and proceeded to fight him all the way the cashier. Probably not the wisest move but I HATE spending money on myself. I guess he was trying to be nice and buy me something he knew I really wanted and it has the added advantage that he prefers it when I wear dresses compared to pants/jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't have argued with him and definitely shouldn't have told him no (especially in the tone I did) and now I have to wait and sometimes waiting is worse than the actual punishment. (well atleast til the punishment begins cuz at that point nothing can be worse!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I guess I'll go sit and wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7171930380485320234?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7171930380485320234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7171930380485320234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7171930380485320234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7171930380485320234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-387696164378677066</id><published>2011-06-21T00:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T01:02:15.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The spanking equation</title><content type='html'>Now I never was good at math; it jut didn't come naturally to me. In fact I spent many mornings in high school arriving early in hopes my algebra, geometry, trigonometry (or whatever other math I decided to torture myself with)teacher would be able to magically make the whole math world make sense to me. Sadly it never worked but just in case your wondering I usually managed an 'A'- I think the teacher took pity on my lack of comprehension and figured if nothing else figured I earned the 'A' for all the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now recently a very good Dom/Top (or whatever title you prefer) came to visit. As I haven't asked his permission to use his username on here let's just refer to him as C. C and I have been friends for about 4 years now and bless the man he should be nominated for sainthood for having the patience to put up with me chat after chat for that long! He comes to visit ad often as possible and we chat almost everyday. Anyways he came to visit this last week and of course being the good sub I am ;) I laid out the groundrules to him and hubby ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;1. No encouraging the other to spank me&lt;br /&gt;2. No ganging up on me &lt;br /&gt;3. No (and I clearly stressed the 'no')sharing evil ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would you believe they broke all three rules rather quickly?! I guess I should be shocked they always do! ;) but next time either gets on to me about not listening and following te rules- I think I will remind them how they can't even set the example :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am sure most of you have figured out by now I was spanked and spanked quite thoroughly. I had it coming from C - I had been a brat since his last visit and then tested him a bit while he was spanking. By the time he left I was quite sore. Now I rarely stay sore long but this time I did and it didn't help that when hubby got home from work I had a punishment spanking coming which added to the tenderness and rainbow colours I was sporting. So I spent the night sleeping on my tummy which is something I haven't had to do in over 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bruises are now fading an sitting isn't such a horrid thought anymore. I count myself extremely lucky to have two great guys willing to keep their eyes on me. I am looking forward to C's next visit as it's always a blessing to catch up with him though I think from now on I will make sure he comes on days hubby is working the whole time because I figured out some of that math that has eluded me for years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bratting + a few broken rules + hubby + C + a plethora of implements + plenty of time = a sore, bruised bottom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-387696164378677066?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/387696164378677066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=387696164378677066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/387696164378677066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/387696164378677066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/06/spanking-equation.html' title='The spanking equation'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3701232310620962784</id><published>2011-05-31T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:34:58.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Others</title><content type='html'>Do any of you sit and wonder if any of your friends are into TTWD? Or maybe I'm just an oddball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two couples that I often wonder about- one I have known for years and the other are more of acquaintances. The couple I have known for years are somewhat kinky but I'm just not sure where the kink lies. The man in the relationship is oozing with domliness and if he isn't one I'm pretty sure he missed his calling in life. The second couple give off a subtle D/s feel and once again the husband just comes across domly. Though I'm not sure if this is due to their cultural background and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings up a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have friends you wonder about?&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you ever ask said friends if they were into such activities? &lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think some people are more prone to submissive and Dom roles due to their culture or religion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal answers are: I have seriously considered asking the wife in couple 1. She's laud back, fun and open-minded about stuff. So I feel pretty confident that if they arent into it she won't judge me. Now I'd never approach couple 2 but think I'll still watch them from a distance and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;As for culture and religion I'm not sure what, if any, role they play. ( I'm talking consensual and not men just beating their wives because they are considered second class) I think I'll wait and see what y'all think on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilmisstrouble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3701232310620962784?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3701232310620962784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3701232310620962784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3701232310620962784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3701232310620962784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/05/others.html' title='Others'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1463127387656001684</id><published>2011-05-29T01:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:45:56.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self...</title><content type='html'>Don't call yourself fat when you are bare bottomed over your husbands lap. It's just not wise and no matter how true it is- your bottom will not thank you for your honesty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1463127387656001684?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1463127387656001684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1463127387656001684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1463127387656001684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1463127387656001684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2949136534858984876</id><published>2011-04-27T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:24:35.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my solemate</title><content type='html'>Lately life has been quite stressful and things, such as punishments, keep getting postponed. Poststponed until last night, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Hubby and I had one of those arguements that in hind sight makes me cringe. We rarely ever fight but when we do- watch out! When I get upset I usually bite my tongue and keep my feelings to myself or wait til I can talk to my friend who I can confide or complain to about most things. Saturday I didn't bite my tongue...I let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Saturday night I totally thought and expected my butt to be toast- I mean cussing, slamming doors, pouting and flat out ignoring him for a few hours probably aren't gonna earn me a hug! But nothing happened Saturday, Sunday or Monday so I totally thought I was in the clear. Until last night, until I was told to go fetch the bag of implements, til he pulled me over his knee...until that point I ha held out hope that all was forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well forgotten it wasn't! My poor bottom endured the bathbrush and the solemate, one of the evilest spanking implements around. I was in one of my stubborn, cAnt break me kinda moods and didn't submit very well and I knew it and felt bad for letting my stubborness get the best of me. Hubby knew my mood the moment he started spanking so he gave me only what he had planned and sent me off to have a relaxing bath ( which at that point I was more than happy to so-anything to get off his lap!) happy to do until he informed me we would be having a second session after my bath. I seriously considered living in the tub for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back downstairs I was given another 15 or so with the wooden paddle and ugh! It was horrible. The solemate always bruises me(I have 2 very distinct purple circles this morning) so it was not the most comfortable thing to be spanked on top of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I always feel better afterwards but I guess one of these days I will learn to keep my big mouth shut and be the loving, respectful wife I truly want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2949136534858984876?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2949136534858984876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2949136534858984876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2949136534858984876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2949136534858984876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-my-solemate.html' title='Not my solemate'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1325314396763871958</id><published>2011-04-07T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:41:29.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Non verbal communication</title><content type='html'>So last night my husband decided to give me a few swats with his trusty little friend- the switch. Not for a particular reason other than 'good measure'. After the second hard stroke I jumped up and backed away from where I had been bending over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Get back over unless you want more'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* and here I was under the impression that me jumping up and moving out of his reach would be a big enough hint that I DIDNT want anymore! Maybe I should explain to Hubby what non-verbal communication is...though he seems to have a pretty firm grasp of how it works from his end (err...hand my be a more accurate word)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1325314396763871958?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1325314396763871958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1325314396763871958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1325314396763871958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1325314396763871958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/04/non-verbal-communication.html' title='Non verbal communication'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2243758248365369266</id><published>2011-04-04T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:45:40.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a spankers garden</title><content type='html'>Saturday night was maintenance once again. I swear Saturday nights come around far too quick for my tastes!!&lt;br /&gt; This weekend my husband spent quite a bit of time working in the back garden since it was the first semi-decent day we've had. Now somehow a rather large branch had made it's way back there- how I'm not sure since we don't have any trees. I guess it was from the neighbours therefore I think I will blame them for my maintenance spanking this week.&lt;br /&gt;My dear husband decided to take full advantage of the random branch (well more like a limb with lots of small branches) and cut a few switches off. I was convinced he was just kidding about actually using them but I was wrong- way wrong!&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night after a quick warm up he gave me 10 strokes with the switch. That may not seem alot to some people but it hurt and let's not forget it was maintenance and not punishment. I had never really felt a switch and wouldn't mind if I never felt it again! It reminded me of the junior cane but unlike the cane it only left me with a few lil marks and not the lines I expected. &lt;br /&gt;After I had recovered and we were cuddled up on the sofa a little while later, my husband stated in a wicked tone that 'it's amazing what God provided in the garden for spankers to use'. All I could do at that point was pray for a drought. :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2243758248365369266?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2243758248365369266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2243758248365369266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2243758248365369266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2243758248365369266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/04/spankers-garden.html' title='a spankers garden'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-602600399760492152</id><published>2011-03-30T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:17:57.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>prince charming and his not so wanted slipper</title><content type='html'>So for quite a while now my husband has been threatening to get a slipper and this past week he followed through and bought not just one pair but two cuz he couldn't decide which would be 'most effective'. That evening he decided to 'test' both out during my maintenance. Well both were pretty dreadful in their own way- one thuddy and one stingy. It can be said that I didn't enjoy either and was hoping to never meet their acquaintance again. &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm obviously not that lucky (or well behaved if you ask my husband) and after being cheeky for most of a 2 hr car ride ( the only safe place to be cheeky since he couldn't pull over on the motorway!) I was quickly reunited with the evil slipper. It only took about 10 swats for me to be yelping and squirming and begging him to reconsider, especially as the cheekiness was in good humour! ( I mean he was sleepy and I had to do something to keep him awake while he drove- in fact he should probably thank me for being so considerate!) luckily after 12 he stopped and left me with a bright red bottom. (the only good side effect of that stupid thing!) &lt;br /&gt;So anyways after my 2 encounters I have come to the conclusion that cinderella's prince charming obviously didn't spank her with her slipper or she probably wouldn't have gone looking for him or the missing slipper! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-602600399760492152?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/602600399760492152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=602600399760492152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/602600399760492152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/602600399760492152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/03/prince-charming-and-his-not-so-wanted.html' title='prince charming and his not so wanted slipper'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1828334466477459649</id><published>2011-03-06T13:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:23:22.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Sitting sore</title><content type='html'>Well last night was my first maintenance spanking in almost a year and have I mentioned I HATE them?! Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we discussed my rules and got rid of a few that are no longer applicable and added a few. All in all I have 10 rules and a chore list (because I struggle with the domestic side of being a stay at home wife). The rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bedtime no later than 12:30&lt;br /&gt;2. Take all my medications as precribed&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat 2 meals a day&lt;br /&gt;4. No cussing&lt;br /&gt;5. No nail biting (it's a lifelong habit)&lt;br /&gt;6. Keep my bathroom clean (I have a horrid habit of leaving clothes behind the door)&lt;br /&gt;7. Attempt to wear 2 skirts a week (obviously depends on our icky weather) or atleast when we go out.&lt;br /&gt;8. Maintenance preparation- bringing the bag of implements to him and be wearing a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;9. Keep up with the chore list &lt;br /&gt;10. Consider my actions before reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in there is too far out there and I honestly think will help me develop into a better person. Well that was the easy part done... Next came the spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was instructed to pick 4 implements and as I dug around in the bag it occurred to me that we don't have enough 'nice' implements (if any implement can be considered nice). I quickly pulled out the 2 leather paddles and then spent the next 5 minutes trying to decide which of the wooden implements would hurt less. After being threatened with the entire bag if I didn't hurry I decided on a medium sized wooden paddle and the wooden bathbrush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was otk I got a brief warmup before being spanked with each implement as I read out the rules and answered questions about them. When he started using the paddle I quickly realised I had picked the wrong implement and I started to find it hard to read the rules. By the time he picked bathbrush i was silently cussing at myself for such a stupid choice as I kicked and squealed and squirmed doing anything and everything to avoid that dang brush. then I startedp begging, which is something I've asked Hubby to help me to stop doing as I feel really bad emotionally after a spanking where I've begged. I just feel like thats emotional blackmail on my part, especially as it's my husband spanking me and even though we both know this is for the best he still doesn't like seeing me in pain. so that cost me 10 extra swats w the bathbrush on the tops of my thighs. :( but it worked and i remained silent for the rest of the spanking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much sums it up. Today I am sitting carefully on a bruised bottom. I'm not looking forward to next Saturday night but I know it won't be near as bar if I can just make myself behave... Here's hoping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps sorry if i rambled a bit lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1828334466477459649?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1828334466477459649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1828334466477459649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1828334466477459649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1828334466477459649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/03/sitting-sore.html' title='Sitting sore'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8113412555179970483</id><published>2011-03-05T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:57:49.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Rules review and maintenance</title><content type='html'>After my latest encounter with the bathbrush my husband has decided it's about time we get back into all aspects of our DD lifestyle - ie rules, maintenance and discipline spankings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are starting back with the maintenance spankings after we review my rules. I personally hate maintenance spankings but I do see a remarkable difference in my attitude when they are occurring. It's a great motivation follow my rules and do chores around the house when I know the intensity of my Saturday night spanking depends on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope is we will be back in the swing of things before I start back to Uni. Of course I have been informed that there wil be a whole set of rules for school and inreally hope he holds me to them because I really need to ace my degree if I have any chance of doing a postgrad. We both realise getting back into things may not be easy considering the longgg break we were forced tontake due to my health, but hopefully it won't take too many spankings for me to forget all the horrible habits I have aquired over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I will let ya know what tonight brings as soon as I can sit comfortably enough to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8113412555179970483?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8113412555179970483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8113412555179970483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8113412555179970483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8113412555179970483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/03/rules-review-and-maintenance.html' title='Rules review and maintenance'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2314771187854912345</id><published>2011-03-03T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:26:12.088Z</updated><title type='text'>Putting a sailor to shame</title><content type='html'>I know pigs are flying. It's a miracle that I'm posting 2 days in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's easy to post when you have something to post about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again my mouth has walked me right into the direct path of the bathbrush. Yup earlier today I threw a tantrum; not just any ole tantrum but a cussing, slamming doors, mad at the world tantrum. Granted I am very sleep deprived this week and as I stated in my last post no sleep and my mouth don't exactly equal a great combination. So anyways what I threw a fit over wasn't that important but I let it get under my skin and just exploded and when I exploded it seemed to open the flood gates for 4 letter words to come flowing out. *sigh* Hubby let me throw my fit and didn't mention it all night so i of course assumed I had gotten away with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope! He just waited Til after I had a nice, long soak in a lovely hot bath. He then met me outside the bathroom door with that face all Doms seems to master and instructed me to get dressed (not sure what the point of that was) and to meet him downstairs. He then added as he was half way down the stairs to bring a bathbrush-ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Of course obeyed and met him downstairs to meet my fate. Now a little side note a spanking after a hot bath Bloody hurts! So nedless to say I didn't take my spanking graciously and spent all of my time ( in between counting the swats) begging him to stop and informing him that he was hurting me ( like he wasn't already aware of that lil fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been all that great at taking a spanking graciously and hate that about myself but as a friend of mine put it the other day ' you don't have to take it graciously it's discipline. It doesn't matter you are getting it whether you cry, scream, or beg.' but if anyone out there has any suggestions on being a better behaved spankee - I'm all ears! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been informed by a good friend that I need to go to bed and rest- so I better go see if I can find a comfy position to sleep in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2314771187854912345?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2314771187854912345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2314771187854912345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2314771187854912345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2314771187854912345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/03/putting-sailor-to-shame.html' title='Putting a sailor to shame'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2328747444882868257</id><published>2011-03-02T16:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:34:10.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Still alive- just busy</title><content type='html'>AND once again I have let time escape me and have neglected my blog. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life always seems to take over and by the time I have a chance to blog I'd rather be lazy and read some of the great blogs out there or just sleep.  Yup call me lazy but life is rather exhausting at the moment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been quiet in the DD realm but not silent. Why just yesterday I was reminded that "ya and what you gonna do about it" is not an appropriate response to my husband when he informs me I've been naughty. One would think that after all this time I would learn when to keep my shut but what can I say I let my inner brat speak for me far too often. And yea I got a pretty good idea what exactly he planned on "doing about it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time recently where I was cranky and tired and well my mouth ran away from me with a plethora of 4 letter words. Can you blame a girl- my brain only censors when I have enough energy to do so and at that point my poor brain was too busy keeping me awake to waste it's time helping my mouth out. Well let's just say theres nothing a bit of soap and a bath brush cant fix- or atleast that's obviously what husband seems to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a trend here?! Maybe I should just have my jaw wired shuts that I can save myself or my bottom atleast alot of discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am starting back to university soon and I already know I will be fighting my arch nemesis - procrastination. But I do plan to take full advantage of being a 'schoolgirl' again *swoon*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2328747444882868257?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2328747444882868257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2328747444882868257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2328747444882868257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2328747444882868257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2011/03/still-alive-just-busy.html' title='Still alive- just busy'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4082208886548067421</id><published>2010-09-14T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:11:10.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer safe</title><content type='html'>After months of not being able to be spanked I am afraid I have picked up some not so great habits and figured it was ok because I was 'safe' from any spankings. Well that time has come to an end and I really need to remember that I am no longer safe. This is a lesson my bottom has already learned, yet, my brain is being a bit slow on picking up on. &lt;br /&gt;For example, the other night I was irritated with my husband and instead of voicing that in a calm, mature fashion I decided cheeky and defiant was a better option. Well let me promise you - they weren't the better option and my poor bottom is still showing the effects of that spanking. &lt;br /&gt;In my last post I talked about being a wimp etc. Something has happened now and I can't seem to cry. It's odd I have always been a crier (a loud one at that) and all of a sudden I am finding it impossible! It kinda took my husband by surprise and I ended up getting a much harder spanking than normal because he was finding it hard to gauge my reaction to the spanking because...well because I had no reaction, not even a peep. Is this normal after a period of spanko-free activity?? &lt;br /&gt;Anyways we have some very good friends coming to visit this week and I am looking forward to letting my inner brat out for some much needed fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4082208886548067421?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4082208886548067421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4082208886548067421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4082208886548067421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4082208886548067421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-longer-safe.html' title='No longer safe'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1969369719433613223</id><published>2010-09-10T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:51:09.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to normal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well it seems life is finally getting back to some form of normal. After months of not being able to be spanked I can confirm I have been spanked and I can also confirm that those few months sans spanking have made me a major wimp! My husband has (thankfully) decided to slowly ease me back into the realm of spanking and so far I have only received hand spankings but I swear I must be losing my memory at a very early age because I sure don't remember them hurting this bad! I guess it will take a while to get back to the level of pain tolerance I had before. I do hope so because I do feel quite stupid for clawing at the sheets like a madwoman on the verge of tears over a simple hand spanking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I guess for a while I will just have to consider myself a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/TIpFUH5TQHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8GTc67g7gSQ/s1600/work_in_progress.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/TIpFUH5TQHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8GTc67g7gSQ/s320/work_in_progress.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for more updates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1969369719433613223?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1969369719433613223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1969369719433613223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1969369719433613223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1969369719433613223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-back-to-normal.html' title='Getting back to normal...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/TIpFUH5TQHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8GTc67g7gSQ/s72-c/work_in_progress.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6010459851363090928</id><published>2010-05-28T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:42:48.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>So the spanking ban (due to the bump in my health) continues. I had no idea how much I would miss a simple spanking. I miss knowing it's there as a deterrent for my behaviour. I miss the catharsis you have during and after. I miss the warm, stingy feeling.&amp;nbsp;I need to know&amp;nbsp;I'm not in control, I'm not the boss.&amp;nbsp;UGH! I just miss everything about it! I swear I never thought those words would come out of my mouth, considering most of my spankings are for punishment and not for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/TABFt1EzjzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZEH9X2l94LI/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/TABFt1EzjzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZEH9X2l94LI/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband and friend who spank me have resorted to other forms of punishment to try and keep me on the straight and narrow but it's just not the same. I have had to write lines and essays and have been threatened with being grounded from the computer (which I'm pretty sure is a punishment worse than death). Those punishments work don't get me wrong. I fretted over my last essay for days, afraid that I either sounded stupid in what I was writing or that it only made sense to me. In the end I think I made sense and it really did cause me to think about the issue at hand and how to avoid such a problem in the future...but I need spanked!!! &lt;br /&gt;It will be a while before I can be spanked again and I have already earned a few that are being postponed until then. One for example...I highly recommend you not call yourself fat and ugly in front of your husband if its against the rules just because you know your backside is currently safe. I have been told to expect a reminder from the cane and hairbrush whenever possible. In fact, when that happens I might wish I was still on the spanking ban but I highly doubt it...we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-6010459851363090928?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/6010459851363090928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=6010459851363090928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6010459851363090928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6010459851363090928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2010/05/withdrawal.html' title='Withdrawal'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/TABFt1EzjzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZEH9X2l94LI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7078433942533791963</id><published>2010-04-18T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:50:12.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma is my downfall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S8t7BILVsOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/S8TJjLJ9LgM/s1600/inhaler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S8t7BILVsOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/S8TJjLJ9LgM/s320/inhaler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So if anyone has read my blog you will know that I really stink at remembering to take my medications, especially my steroid inhaler. Now lately I have improved on making sure to have my rescue inhaler with me at all times mainly for two reasons- 1. I recently found myself in quite a bit of trouble with a very good friend for not doing so 2. I'm currently averaging about 4 attacks a day.&lt;br /&gt;The problem lies in me consistently forgetting to take my steroid inhaler, which if I did the number of times I need to use my rescue inhaler would probably decrease. It is something I struggle to remember and have even put it on my nightstand to remind me before bed but yet I still forget. I have recently kept this forgetfulness to myself because I was sure I could improve on my own and&amp;nbsp; didn't want to disappoint my husband or my friend. But as I am sure you have guessed...I have been found out.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was curled up with hubby enjoying a nice day when I had an attack and well this prompted questions about why I have been having so many lately and about my medications. *sighs* I came clean and let's just say he wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;(Now on a quick side note- due to a bump in my health I currently am not able to be spanked )&lt;br /&gt;Since spanking isn't an option I now have to write lines for my husband and was instructed I had to confess to my friend, since its a issue he and I have 'discussed' on more than one occasion. Well needless to say he wasn't thrilled with me and, again, since spanking isn't an option I now have to write him a 1000 word essay over 'the importance of taking my medications' by the end of the month. &lt;br /&gt;I know I totally deserve to be in trouble and deserve to be punished but to be honest knowing I let them both down is worse than any punishment they could think of.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* One of these days I will learn....btw I made sure to take my inhaler while writing this to make sure I wouldn't forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7078433942533791963?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7078433942533791963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7078433942533791963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7078433942533791963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7078433942533791963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2010/04/asthma-is-my-downfall.html' title='Asthma is my downfall...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S8t7BILVsOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/S8TJjLJ9LgM/s72-c/inhaler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8024054669661141902</id><published>2010-03-31T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:42:44.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S7PNgIZvnZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LD_TZya38A0/s1600/belt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S7PNgIZvnZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LD_TZya38A0/s320/belt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I know I have gone without posting for about 2 months...sorry! Sometimes I just lack the words to say. There hasn't been a great lot of spanking in the house lately...mainly due to health matters. But tonight I thought I would leave you with a little message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENS BELTS FROM TESCO HURT LIKE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those of you from the UK will recognise the name of the store and have probably all been in it atleast once. Well hubby and I made a trip tonight and he picked up a new belt for a suit...just a cheap lil £5 innocent looking belt. Well let me promise you looks can be deceiving...very deceiving! He decided that I needed a reminder to behave, since according to him I have had an attitude lately...those of you who know me will find this hard to believe I am sure! Well he decided he should test out his new belt for the spanking...OMG- maybe it's cause I haven't been spanked in a while but that belt bloody hurt! AND to make matters worse he got out his braided&amp;nbsp; belt (ya know the kind that were popular in the early 90's). Needless to say I didn't take the spanking with much grace, which in turn earned me 6 of the cane. It wasn't the harshest of spankings I have had by any means but enough that I am sitting still feeling the sting as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the lesson I learned today?&lt;br /&gt;----------&amp;gt; Never let your husband buy a belt...even if it looks harmless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8024054669661141902?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8024054669661141902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8024054669661141902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8024054669661141902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8024054669661141902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-of-day.html' title='lesson of the day'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S7PNgIZvnZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LD_TZya38A0/s72-c/belt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6119987901865584097</id><published>2010-01-04T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:43:23.147Z</updated><title type='text'>daily spankings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S0J5VtHyaOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BII5lpR1xMI/s1600-h/bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S0J5VtHyaOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BII5lpR1xMI/s320/bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today hubby informed me that he thinks daily spankings would be beneficial. Not discipline spankings but just enough to remind me who is in&amp;nbsp; charge. I have to admit the idea of a bedtime spanking appeals to me. I love going to bed with a warm, pink (not red) bottom. It makes me feel loved and cared for and who can really ask for more?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-6119987901865584097?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/6119987901865584097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=6119987901865584097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6119987901865584097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6119987901865584097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2010/01/daily-spankings.html' title='daily spankings'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/S0J5VtHyaOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BII5lpR1xMI/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8766460888057902091</id><published>2010-01-03T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:47:40.367Z</updated><title type='text'>first spanking of 2010</title><content type='html'>So my goal to be perfectly angelic didn't last long. Today I recieved my first spanking of the new year. According to hubby I was being sassy- I still plead innocent. It has been a while since my last spanking due to me being sick lately and that lack of spanking made for one very stingy spanking. I guess being good for 2 whole days isn't too bad! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8766460888057902091?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8766460888057902091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8766460888057902091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8766460888057902091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8766460888057902091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-spanking-of-2010.html' title='first spanking of 2010'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-5000392921677545378</id><published>2010-01-01T16:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:49:57.844Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sz4mXOzvzbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ol1FZimtv_k/s1600-h/nyres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sz4mXOzvzbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ol1FZimtv_k/s320/nyres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well its 2010. I hope everyone had a great time ringing in the new year. I had a quiet night in with family and rang in the new year watching the london fireworks. Hope this new year finds everyone happier and healthier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-5000392921677545378?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/5000392921677545378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=5000392921677545378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5000392921677545378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5000392921677545378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sz4mXOzvzbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ol1FZimtv_k/s72-c/nyres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2471573797393410508</id><published>2009-12-21T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:54:44.471Z</updated><title type='text'>under the weather..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sy-l6bHcxdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3Not8R6pkwQ/s1600-h/sick.htm" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sy-l6bHcxdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3Not8R6pkwQ/s320/sick.htm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I know I promised an update this week but I have been sick since late last week. I haven't accomplished much of anything these past few days, though I did manage to wrap some presents, finish the last of the christmas cards and today ordered my husband's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been sick there hasn't been any spanko activity going on- don't think my husband wants to risk me throwing up on him! Though I am sure once I am feeling a bit better it will resume as normal. Good thing I have been beyond angelic lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone and that you are having a great holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2471573797393410508?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2471573797393410508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2471573797393410508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2471573797393410508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2471573797393410508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/12/under-weather.html' title='under the weather..'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sy-l6bHcxdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3Not8R6pkwQ/s72-c/sick.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6275383752686465621</id><published>2009-12-14T02:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:18:44.726Z</updated><title type='text'>frazzled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SyWe9ja2CfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/H1RrhjnTP4M/s1600-h/frazzled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SyWe9ja2CfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/H1RrhjnTP4M/s320/frazzled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates lately! Things have been beyond hectic around here and I am feeling a bit frazzled!! Hopefully things will slow down soon or might have to pull my hair out! I am hoping to do a decent post later this week :) Hope all is well with everyone and that you are all getting to enjoy the holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-6275383752686465621?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/6275383752686465621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=6275383752686465621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6275383752686465621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6275383752686465621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/12/frazzled.html' title='frazzled'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SyWe9ja2CfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/H1RrhjnTP4M/s72-c/frazzled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2750400246713736630</id><published>2009-12-09T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:04:01.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sx_mKzCJo7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RNci2z1EKwE/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sx_mKzCJo7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RNci2z1EKwE/s320/DSC00607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmm I swear my bottom felt redder than it looks in the picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2750400246713736630?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2750400246713736630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2750400246713736630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2750400246713736630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2750400246713736630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/12/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sx_mKzCJo7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RNci2z1EKwE/s72-c/DSC00607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6768435085801910714</id><published>2009-12-07T15:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:58:25.727Z</updated><title type='text'>Bakers Dozen</title><content type='html'>So Saturday I received my weekly maintenance and all I have to say is ouch! I had been told to expect 12 of the cane and I was not looking foward to it. Well when the time came hubby and I looked over my rules and discussed what I had improved on and what rules I needed to work harder at. Turns out I had had a bad week and there wasn't anything we&amp;nbsp; could see that I have improved on and that didn't help my case at all and with the senior cane already laid out&amp;nbsp; I was suddenly truly regretting my decision to not clean my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a hard hand spanking to start and then the cane and was made to count and thank hubby for each one, which I hate doing! He caught me off guard though by adding a 13th stroke of the cane to which hubby received a bit argument over since he had told me 12. Some more hand spanking followed and whoever said that hand spankings don't hurt obviously has never experienced one at the hands of my husband! As if all of that wasn't enough I was then made to stand in the corner for what seemed like forever but was probably only 10 minutes.THEN the horrible bit came...remember that tantrum I had earlier this week?? Well I was hoping hubby had forgotten but luck was not on my side and he decided that washing my mouth out with soap was a good way of keeping me from cussing anytime in the near future...YUCK!! So ya it was not exactly anything I want to happen again any time soon, in fact never works for me! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a couple days later I have completely recovered from my maintenance though I am pretty sure I am going to be on my best behavoiur this week and somehow I will make myself clean that dang wardrobe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-6768435085801910714?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/6768435085801910714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=6768435085801910714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6768435085801910714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6768435085801910714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/12/bakers-dozen.html' title='Bakers Dozen'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7021949293420150093</id><published>2009-12-05T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:08:15.393Z</updated><title type='text'>Homerun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxnAXgn6HII/AAAAAAAAAHM/H8EqLGGzLXc/s1600-h/homerun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxnAXgn6HII/AAAAAAAAAHM/H8EqLGGzLXc/s320/homerun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So tonight I was supposed to get 12 of the cane (which one he hasn't told me) from hubby. This was for not cleaning my wardrobe...yes I know what you are thinking and yes it's still messy! But since hubby has fallen asleep I am guessing I will get a reprieve til tomorrow. Whether or&amp;nbsp; not that's a&amp;nbsp; good thing I'm not sure cuz now I have to spend all day tomorrow dreading it. I hate the cane and hubby spanks ever so hard, so its a given that I will be bawling after 2-3 strokes. It's like a teacher of mine once threatened when it came to her paddling students- she would always tell us that when she swings she goes for homeruns not whimpy singles. So I guess thats what hubby does. He really should have taken up a profession in baseball...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7021949293420150093?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7021949293420150093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7021949293420150093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7021949293420150093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7021949293420150093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/12/homerun.html' title='Homerun'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxnAXgn6HII/AAAAAAAAAHM/H8EqLGGzLXc/s72-c/homerun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1386662522987072648</id><published>2009-12-03T02:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:42:53.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Tantrum</title><content type='html'>Oh dear...oh dear yes in case my title of this post didn't give it away I had a bit of a temper tantrum tonight. Here is what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sxch7GpzepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nv4zXshWSjU/s1600-h/37-tantrum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sxch7GpzepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nv4zXshWSjU/s320/37-tantrum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight I was helping hubby do some work for his buisness and it must be said I hate doing the office work. I was typing some certificates for him and after I had finished all the paperwork and printed everything he noticed an error. I had made an honest mistake and messed up on all of the certificates which meant they all had to be redone along with all the paperwork. He wasn't a happy camper about my mistake and was getting on to me for making such a costly mistake...when I just lost it! I just couldn't stop myself and before I knew what I was doing I was screaming at hubby. I proceeded to pick up all the paperwork up and throw it on the floor and then started cussing like a sailor. I just was incapable of keeping my mouth shut and the words just kept spilling out. I could see how&amp;nbsp; furious he was&amp;nbsp; with me and yet I continued. *sighs* Things have settled down, of couse, as they always do and no I wasn't spanked or disciplined in any fashion for my behaviour. I'm sure hubby is waiting for me to calm down completely because he knows from past experience that spanking me while I&amp;nbsp; am angry does neither of us any good and just causes more grief. I am sure I will pay for my actions at some point this week and I know I deserve it but that doesn't make me feel any better about knowing it's probably coming. I have issues with letting all my frustrations build up and then just flipping out and completely overreacting to issues. I really should learn to let my frustrations out as they come and not let them stockpile up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note- I redid all the work for him and have apologised to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1386662522987072648?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1386662522987072648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1386662522987072648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1386662522987072648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1386662522987072648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/12/tantrum.html' title='Tantrum'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sxch7GpzepI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nv4zXshWSjU/s72-c/37-tantrum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4460470378906394552</id><published>2009-12-01T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:54:49.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Naughty or Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxU7vB8kCNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0k4yoN1K0Kk/s1600/SANTAS_LIST_BIG_DADA_white.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxU7vB8kCNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0k4yoN1K0Kk/s320/SANTAS_LIST_BIG_DADA_white.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depending on your answer there is still time to avoid that lump of coal or even naughty list spanking ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4460470378906394552?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4460470378906394552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4460470378906394552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4460470378906394552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4460470378906394552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/12/naughty-or-nice.html' title='Naughty or Nice'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxU7vB8kCNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0k4yoN1K0Kk/s72-c/SANTAS_LIST_BIG_DADA_white.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4621968065021097549</id><published>2009-11-28T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:46:13.215Z</updated><title type='text'>speak up saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxFvx2Rw8VI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VUyQT4zcvlg/s1600/speak_up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxFvx2Rw8VI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VUyQT4zcvlg/s320/speak_up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So todays post requires a bit of participation on your part. I am thinking of posting a question once a week to try and get some conversation going here. So i'll start with a common question among the spanko world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spankees- What implement do you dread the most and why do you dread it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spankers- What is your choice of implement when you know you need to make a serious point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone takes the opportunity to answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4621968065021097549?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4621968065021097549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4621968065021097549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4621968065021097549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4621968065021097549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak-up-saturday.html' title='speak up saturday'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxFvx2Rw8VI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VUyQT4zcvlg/s72-c/speak_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-923176475144150666</id><published>2009-11-27T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:02:46.079Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxAR82fIMOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/g68bFnd5qA0/s1600/lazy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxAR82fIMOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/g68bFnd5qA0/s320/lazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its friday and my wardrobe is still a disaster zone. I have no desire to clean it *sighs*. I keep trying to tell hubby that I should get a pass this week&amp;nbsp; because I stayed up til 4 helping him finish work last night. He doesn't seem to agree...obviously the 'i scratch your back- you scratch mine' idea doesn't work in our&amp;nbsp; family. :-( So I guess later tonight I will have to face the music *pouts* Maybe it won't be as bad as he said it was gonna be. He was threatening the cane and dressage whip/crop. I&amp;nbsp; have put a picture of the dressage whip below in case you have never seen one. It bloody stings and the tassel bit wraps around the thigh ...OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to feel sympathy for me, in fact, any ideas on how to convince my husband to skip the maintainance will be gladly taken! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxATmlwBUFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/o8lZcd-kpjg/s1600/dressage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxATmlwBUFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/o8lZcd-kpjg/s200/dressage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-923176475144150666?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/923176475144150666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=923176475144150666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/923176475144150666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/923176475144150666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-its-friday-and-my-wardrobe-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SxAR82fIMOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/g68bFnd5qA0/s72-c/lazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1469092855721263865</id><published>2009-11-26T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:41:52.119Z</updated><title type='text'>im  not talking about ice cream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sw8D__5lKiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/x7kI154444A/s1600/ice_cream_8_scoops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sw8D__5lKiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/x7kI154444A/s320/ice_cream_8_scoops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;32 flavours and not one is vanilla... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1469092855721263865?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1469092855721263865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1469092855721263865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1469092855721263865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1469092855721263865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-talking-about-ice-cream.html' title='im  not talking about ice cream...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sw8D__5lKiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/x7kI154444A/s72-c/ice_cream_8_scoops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3556847517073678551</id><published>2009-11-25T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:52:41.199Z</updated><title type='text'>Knot me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sw2mTe3e-3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9MEIAYzQq6w/s1600/rope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sw2mTe3e-3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9MEIAYzQq6w/s320/rope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Who needs cable? Rope is strong enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3556847517073678551?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3556847517073678551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3556847517073678551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3556847517073678551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3556847517073678551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/knot-me.html' title='Knot me'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sw2mTe3e-3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9MEIAYzQq6w/s72-c/rope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3427510625336791261</id><published>2009-11-24T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:48:08.474Z</updated><title type='text'>wardrobe malfunction</title><content type='html'>So recently hubby added a new rule to my list...i must keep my wardrobe clean! ekk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwwLXCB2yKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LgjaMFsMXJM/s1600/messy_closet1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwwLXCB2yKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LgjaMFsMXJM/s320/messy_closet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now in my defence i have a very small space for all my clothes to fit in but hubby still seems to think that i could try and make it a bit neater. Now we don't have many tornados in england but I am willing to bet that one has hit my wardrobe- i don't remember making it that messy!I'm pretty sure it might be classed as a disaster area- to give you an idea...i have clothes stacked, not so neatly, up to where the hanging clothes end and on top stacked to the top. Yes its going to take me ages, possibly eons,&amp;nbsp; to clean. Any volunteers are welcome, in fact, maybe i should write to the red cross or something and explain my situation and consequences, a hard spanking, if it doesn't miraculously become clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3427510625336791261?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3427510625336791261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3427510625336791261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3427510625336791261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3427510625336791261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/wardrobe-malfunction.html' title='wardrobe malfunction'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwwLXCB2yKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LgjaMFsMXJM/s72-c/messy_closet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8940921967282042916</id><published>2009-11-23T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:57:37.244Z</updated><title type='text'>Cane</title><content type='html'>So last night I got my weekly maintenance spanking- six of the senior cane. I hate canes, they are just evil. Afterwards I, of course, took the opportunity to point out to my&amp;nbsp; husband how much it hurt. His reply 'it was only six it couldn't hurt &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;much.' That statement is proof that he obviously has never felt the cane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwqwKZm_P9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nc75leoM1_E/s1600/candycane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwqwKZm_P9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nc75leoM1_E/s320/candycane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You think next time my husband tells me to fetch the cane a candy cane would be suffiicient? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8940921967282042916?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8940921967282042916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8940921967282042916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8940921967282042916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8940921967282042916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/cane.html' title='Cane'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwqwKZm_P9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nc75leoM1_E/s72-c/candycane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-5250710332950644885</id><published>2009-11-22T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:54:01.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Restraint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwmIvCnQk3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/831gE9rSAcw/s1600/handcuffed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwmIvCnQk3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/831gE9rSAcw/s320/handcuffed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4d87e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4d87e8;"&gt;         "I tried self-restraint once, but I couldn't close the forth         handcuff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-5250710332950644885?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/5250710332950644885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=5250710332950644885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5250710332950644885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5250710332950644885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/restraint.html' title='Restraint'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwmIvCnQk3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/831gE9rSAcw/s72-c/handcuffed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6309704478763246039</id><published>2009-11-21T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:11:35.287Z</updated><title type='text'>rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwgPB4z4KfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yLCPQY4-s2E/s1600/Rainy_Days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwgPB4z4KfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yLCPQY4-s2E/s320/Rainy_Days.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately the weather here in england has been horrid! Its&amp;nbsp; been cold, rainy and really windy and today is no exception. I haven't ventured outside but from peeking out the window its obvious. Days like this make me wish we had a fireplace! I could curl up with some hot chocolate and watch movies. The other thing thats sounds good is curling up in bed under lots of blankets with a slightly pink bottom. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-6309704478763246039?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/6309704478763246039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=6309704478763246039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6309704478763246039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6309704478763246039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/rainy-day.html' title='rainy day'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwgPB4z4KfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yLCPQY4-s2E/s72-c/Rainy_Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-933888658670921715</id><published>2009-11-20T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:44:06.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Visit</title><content type='html'>Today my friend 'D' visited. As some may have gathered from yesterdays post I was in a bit of trouble with him but all my lines were approved so I only had a couple spankings coming. 'D' and I have been friends for what seems like forever but probably only for about 3 years.He is a great friend and has always been supportive. As I have said before I am blessed with great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwbgFm4yR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JHytXI28ApM/s1600/taking-medicine-300x219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwbgFm4yR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JHytXI28ApM/s320/taking-medicine-300x219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I was in trouble with him for was a lack of taking my medicine as I should. I tend to get busy doing other things and forget my painkillers or my steriod inhalers (for asthma) til its too late. This happened a couple weeks ago when I had a BAD asthma attack, which he pointed out probably wouldn't have been as bad if I hadn't stopped taking my prescribed inhalers about 2 months ago. So yes I was in pretty deep trouble and that trouble came in the form of the crop, tawse and senior cane (6 of each) followed by 2 HARD swats with the solemate.He definitely&amp;nbsp; made his point and I don't think I will be missing my medicines anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During the spanking break we were chatting and he asked if I had been keeping my pain chart like I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwbhRGTktmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y-PvcBRKp3c/s1600/pain-scale.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwbhRGTktmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y-PvcBRKp3c/s320/pain-scale.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;supposed to do. I didn't admit to it but he said by the look on my face it was obvious I hadn't been. He proceeded to as how many days I had missed thinking I had missed 3 or 4 days...ummm lets just say he wasn't overly thrilled when I looked at my calendar and counted 15 days in a row I had missed. Now I don't know why I haven't filled the stupid chart out, it doesn't require much effort on my part. So I was informed that I had just earned one swat for each day I missed-which is totally fair cuz as he pointed out he could've counted each entry I missed which is like 2-3 a day. So back over I went for 5 of the crop, tawse and cane. uh huh OUCH! This spanking was followed by a spanking with a leather paddle for all the other infractions I had stacked up over the past month.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great day...I love when good friends come to visit! I'm due my maintenance from hubby tonight...lets hope he decides I have had enough already! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-933888658670921715?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/933888658670921715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=933888658670921715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/933888658670921715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/933888658670921715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/visit.html' title='Visit'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwbgFm4yR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JHytXI28ApM/s72-c/taking-medicine-300x219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-300738380248083696</id><published>2009-11-19T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:42:01.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwWAFVdH0zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DTUtqfwB05Q/s1600/lines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwWAFVdH0zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DTUtqfwB05Q/s320/lines.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I know its hard to believe that lil perfect me got assigned lines. I actually got assigned them 2 months ago and procrastinated on finishing them so when my dom friend visited last month I was 25 short. He gave me the option of taking 25 extra short or re-writing them- since I was in enough trouble I decided&amp;nbsp; to take the option to re-write. Now I started writing them soon after his visit, insisting that I would not procrastinate again. I did good for a while but I soon lost my momentum and tonight my friend susie reminded me of them just in time for my friends visit tomorrow. So whew...all 100 are finished it only took me 7 pages and yes my hand hurts and I expect some sympathy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-300738380248083696?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/300738380248083696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=300738380248083696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/300738380248083696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/300738380248083696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/lines.html' title='Lines'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwWAFVdH0zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DTUtqfwB05Q/s72-c/lines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6227554606213559640</id><published>2009-11-18T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:17:51.235Z</updated><title type='text'>panties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwQ4EY0WFOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Abs03b3cljQ/s1600/panties.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwQ4EY0WFOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Abs03b3cljQ/s320/panties.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So recently my hubby bought me 2 pairs of 'spank me' panties. They are like the ones above but only hot pink with white writing. :) I know I'm pathetic but I have wanted a pair of panties like these for years, especially back in the days when I was dating vanillas- I thought maybe they could use a lil hint. My only dilema is that my inlaws take our laundry alot of the time before I can get to it. I'm sure they think they are helping and sometimes it is a big relief to have to worry about a mountain of laundry but I am not sure what they would make of my spanko-friendly delicates. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I'm pretty sure they know about our lifestyle since last time we went on holiday our implements were moved but it's not like I want to flaunt it in front of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-6227554606213559640?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/6227554606213559640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=6227554606213559640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6227554606213559640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6227554606213559640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/panties.html' title='panties'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwQ4EY0WFOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Abs03b3cljQ/s72-c/panties.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1511031322133402708</id><published>2009-11-17T15:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:49:33.500Z</updated><title type='text'>burning rubber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwLDgOpFYzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YERn0cWJRBw/s1600/paddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwLDgOpFYzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YERn0cWJRBw/s320/paddle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405097461251662642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most dreaded implements in our house is a thick rubber paddle, not so lovingly called the 'solemate'. It ranks right up there with the horrid canes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband rarely uses it but this last week we had some good friends over.(susie and her dom) They (mean) guys decided a preemptive spanking before dinner was a good idea to ensure susie and i behaved ourselves. Just in case you haven't guessed already....yes they decided on the solemate! How mean is that?! We were being perfect angels -susie would totally agree with me. So anyway over the table we went for a quick spanking and in case anyone doubts..yes it hurt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end the men lost cuz i was a brat on purpose to prove preemptive spankings are useless! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1511031322133402708?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1511031322133402708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1511031322133402708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1511031322133402708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1511031322133402708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/burning-rubber.html' title='burning rubber'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwLDgOpFYzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YERn0cWJRBw/s72-c/paddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-5037332208636113910</id><published>2009-11-16T15:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:44:57.571Z</updated><title type='text'>inhaler..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwFzFHqCQyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0_iYeAWbdkM/s1600/inhaler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwFzFHqCQyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0_iYeAWbdkM/s320/inhaler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404727559613203234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Note to self...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering to take your inhaler is important not only for your health but also for your bottom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-5037332208636113910?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/5037332208636113910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=5037332208636113910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5037332208636113910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5037332208636113910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/inhaler.html' title='inhaler..'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SwFzFHqCQyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0_iYeAWbdkM/s72-c/inhaler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3287465107832056496</id><published>2009-11-08T21:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:11:57.370Z</updated><title type='text'>xfactor madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SvczwEs9OjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bxmrcNchp5A/s1600-h/simon-cowell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SvczwEs9OjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bxmrcNchp5A/s320/simon-cowell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401843179043240498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I was working on an update but xfactor just totally killed my mood!! People need to get rid of john and edward!! Lucie was my favourite and so totally should have stayed in the show. :( Someone PLEASE go spank Simon Cowell for me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK rant over....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3287465107832056496?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3287465107832056496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3287465107832056496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3287465107832056496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3287465107832056496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/11/xfactor-madness.html' title='xfactor madness'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SvczwEs9OjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bxmrcNchp5A/s72-c/simon-cowell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2938460193902213506</id><published>2009-10-31T22:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:52:05.771Z</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Suy-7nmZq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ip4I4eLycfg/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Suy-7nmZq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ip4I4eLycfg/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398899984761990034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;******HAPPY HALLOWEEN******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful, safe evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2938460193902213506?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2938460193902213506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2938460193902213506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2938460193902213506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2938460193902213506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Suy-7nmZq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ip4I4eLycfg/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8375432534971374609</id><published>2009-10-28T01:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:12:08.353Z</updated><title type='text'>random survey</title><content type='html'>Whenever it rains I&lt;br /&gt;-run inside and hide for the rest of the day! (i hate rain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of&lt;br /&gt;- sleepless nights- atleast at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no patience for&lt;br /&gt;-people who are fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I plan to&lt;br /&gt;-travel europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares me is&lt;br /&gt;- the thought of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I&lt;br /&gt;-spent the day with wonderful friends and was a total brat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep putting off&lt;br /&gt;-cleaning my wardrobe-ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my&lt;br /&gt;-mind when I let my husband order new canes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;- be skinny and petite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to someday&lt;br /&gt;- have a cabin on a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I would&lt;br /&gt;-scream and cry wo reason to get my older sibling in trouble. (guess i have always been a brat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated when&lt;br /&gt;-i feel like no ones listening to me. (this is usually followed by a tantrum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think&lt;br /&gt;-i'm safe and alone- my inlaws show up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever notice&lt;br /&gt;- that you can type forever but as soon as you have to write lines your hand feels like its falling off after 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a talent for&lt;br /&gt;-getting into trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately it seems&lt;br /&gt;- that i have been blessed with wonderful friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8375432534971374609?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8375432534971374609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8375432534971374609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8375432534971374609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8375432534971374609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-survey.html' title='random survey'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7456816031432360989</id><published>2009-10-21T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:37:13.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time gone...</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while since my last update, thats nothing new I guess I am far from a frequent updater. I started this blog a year ago to give me something extra to do but find at times I have nothing spanko related to write about. But there have been some spanko activities in my life the last couple weeks...so here begins the update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks I have been lucky enough to be introduced through a Dom'ly friend of mine to his sub. We immediately hit it off and it is sooooo nice having a friend who understands exactly where im coming from on issues. Most of my online and rl friends are of the Dom'ly persuasion so I am LOVING having a new friend. We have lots in common and we chat all night long- which isn't good cuz we have often stayed up and broken her bedtime which hasn't gone down too well with the Dom. She recently stopped by while working in the area and it was wonderful! She is coming back to stay for a couple days and her Dom and mine are both worried about what we will be getting up to. :) All four of us are getting together soon and we (the subs) are pretty sure that no matter how well behaved we are that night we will be spanked so we have decided we might as well have fun and 'earn' the spanking. I'll quite rambling on and on now but yes I am WAY excited to have a new, wonderful friend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other spanko news- My spanking friend that I have spoke about before came up for a visit. He is a great friend and it was wonderful seeing him! I had racked up quite a list of punishable actions since the last time he visited, 3 pages worth. After a nice morning and lunch he looked over the list and the lines he assigned me. I kinda procrastinated on the lines and was 25 short and they weren't perfectly neat- soooo thankfully I was given a second chance to write them out, which I have started and am not procrastinating on them again! We proceeded upstairs where I was spanked for how I had acted towards him over the last month. Can you say ouch?! Afterwards we took a short walk before he had to leave :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you would think my poor bottom had probably had its fill that day..well I did but hubby didn't agree. I still got my maintenance that night plus 6 with the senior cane for being behind on laundry and upstairs not being clean to his standards. Yup I was sooooooooooo sore! The arnica came out but the marks from both spankings lasted for a couple  days...in fact I still have a few bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. I am lucky to have good friends in my life, guess I can't really ask for more :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7456816031432360989?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7456816031432360989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7456816031432360989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7456816031432360989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7456816031432360989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-gone.html' title='Long time gone...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8874393684890903674</id><published>2009-10-08T17:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:18:40.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Ss4ONZ0JFaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ymbHJh43DtM/s1600-h/annoying+list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Ss4ONZ0JFaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ymbHJh43DtM/s320/annoying+list.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390261427439736226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inlaws need to be made to carry a sign like this with them at all times warning people to be prepared. They drive me nuts!!! ARGHH I do my best to remain patient with them but they don't understand the meaning of privacy! They walk in our house, without knocking- even if its locked!! They have even opened my mail and its impossible to keep a secret around them because they snoop til they find out what they want to know!! They even found our spanking implements last time hubby and I were on holiday. They are hidden on top of our wardrobe- not just laying around for everyone to see! Please excuse my rant but ARGHHHH I just feel like screaming at the moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8874393684890903674?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8874393684890903674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8874393684890903674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8874393684890903674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8874393684890903674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-laws.html' title='in laws'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Ss4ONZ0JFaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ymbHJh43DtM/s72-c/annoying+list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3528484965954733038</id><published>2009-10-03T22:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:20:29.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful bondage</title><content type='html'>So lately I have been having spanko dreams and the other night I had a lovely bondage themed one. So here are some bondage pics- some funny and some beautiful. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse-OvwjHeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vZXX7UZ0mrM/s1600-h/rub-my-duckie-bondage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse-OvwjHeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vZXX7UZ0mrM/s320/rub-my-duckie-bondage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388484639719628258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my kind of rubber ducky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse-f1GuNwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eIR-3D8ZWdA/s1600-h/not+worthy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse-f1GuNwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eIR-3D8ZWdA/s320/not+worthy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388484933212583682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my chemistry professor had explained bonding of elements in a D/s way I might have not skipped so many of his classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse_FUAkZeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Otu5Pyto038/s1600-h/Bondage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse_FUAkZeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Otu5Pyto038/s320/Bondage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388485577163433442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna volunteer for the next photo shoot! yumm! So simple yet elegant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse_nC8dp8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/KPB2Eyueu8w/s1600-h/bondage+ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse_nC8dp8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/KPB2Eyueu8w/s320/bondage+ballet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388486156698363842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be my all time favourite bondage picture! *sighs* I love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3528484965954733038?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3528484965954733038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3528484965954733038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3528484965954733038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3528484965954733038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-bondage.html' title='beautiful bondage'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sse-OvwjHeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vZXX7UZ0mrM/s72-c/rub-my-duckie-bondage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-5046980249755399566</id><published>2009-09-12T12:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:53:52.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A rainbow of colour..</title><content type='html'>So this week some spanking resumed. So I guess the 'no spanking zone' is now definitely gone. Wednesday I threw a bit of a tantrum. I felt I had a good reason to be upset but I agree screaming and slamming doors were probably not the best way to express my frustration. Hubby agreed and I was quickly reintroduced to the bathbrush. Now the bathbrush and I are soooooo not friends so I wouldn't say it was a 'happy' reunion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a very good friend of mine came to visit. I was beyond excited because even though we chat alot we don't get to see each other that often. Well I had run up quite a list of infractions. They ranged from cussing to bopping to attitude issues. So after visiting for a while there was a 'warm up' spanking before lunch. I say 'warm up' sarcastically cuz it bloooooody hurt, but I totally earned it so i'm not complaining. After the 'warm up' we went and grabbed lunch and after lunch the second session started. Now I learned a few things during this session. 1. stay in position unless you want the 'look' 2. don't rub without permission because whatever sting you may have just rubbed out will return with a vengeance 3. don't, i repeat, DONT point out that one implement spanks one side heavier than the other because you might just find yourself getting the less spanked side spanked again so they will be even. After the spanking we went on a walk, I soooo didn't feel like sitting, which helped my bum cool off some. My friend had to leave soon after the walk since he had quite a drive ahead of him and he needed to  get home at a decent hour. It was wonderful to see him and he is planning to come visit again soon. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might mention that hubby quite enjoyed checking the progression of pink/red after each spanking. Last night before bed I received my weekly maintenance spanking from hubby. He was pretty understanding since my bottom was already various colours of the rainbow. So we had a quick discussion of which rules I had struggled with over the week and how I can work on them and then a brisk spanking followed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to bed with a sore bottom but quite content. Not much is better than going to bed with a nice warm bottom. :) Hope everyone is well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-5046980249755399566?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/5046980249755399566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=5046980249755399566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5046980249755399566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5046980249755399566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainbow-of-colour.html' title='A rainbow of colour..'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1081601107234531049</id><published>2009-09-01T17:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:16:03.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit of a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sp1FYQ1kwuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W1l0-_NFvU0/s1600-h/nszone2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sp1FYQ1kwuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W1l0-_NFvU0/s320/nszone2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376529813289091810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well as anyone who reads my blog knows hubby and I live a dd lifestyle. Recently we have decided to take a break from the discipline/maintenance spankings. Things around the house are too hectic and stressful for us both. On top of that I have a back issue that seems to make spankings hurt even more than they should. So I am unable to handle the level of spanking I used to and within our relationship, I find it very annoying. Instead of being able to get what I should out of a spanking from hubby, I tend to get more stressed and that doesn't help my attitude towards him and doesn't help him feel appreciated for what he is trying to do. So for the time being we are gonna take a break from discipline spanking within our relationship, but are still ok with each other participating in spanking with others. So hears to hoping the doctors get their asses in gear and fix my back like NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1081601107234531049?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1081601107234531049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1081601107234531049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1081601107234531049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1081601107234531049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/09/bit-of-break.html' title='a bit of a break'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sp1FYQ1kwuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W1l0-_NFvU0/s72-c/nszone2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3464857859895829420</id><published>2009-08-14T18:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:34:00.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long, sore week</title><content type='html'>It has been one of those weeks. I have been overly stressed and absolutely exhausted and this has caught up with my behaviour. In the last week I have gotten spanked every night but one!  Last night was probably the climax of my misbehaviour. I warned hubby earlier in the day that I was in a volatile mood. I hadn't slept in 3 days and I was letting my stress compile itself and well I finally broke. A fight (verbal) broke out and before I could stop myself I was cussing a blue-streak and storming out of the house. After being gone for a while I made my way back home and sulked. Well needless to say I was in bigggg trouble. Hubby washed my mouth out with soap and then sent me upstairs to prepare for a spanking. I did so but not happily and farrrrrr from submissively. Hubby proceeded to use the crop, leather paddle, big wooden paddle, senior cane and dragon cane. I struggled through the whole spanking. I yelled and screamed at him. I was still angry. I felt there were extenuating circumstances for my behaviour. Long story short I got the spanking and yes I was mad about it but afterwards I felt better after crying for a good while. Nothing helps me get rid of some built up stress like a good cry. I think hubby felt bad and understood where I was coming from and took me for ice cream afterwards and let me sleep in today. I feel much, much better....although I would feel even better if I didn't have a maintenance spanking hanging over my head for later tonight. I'm not sure my poor bum can handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3464857859895829420?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3464857859895829420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3464857859895829420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3464857859895829420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3464857859895829420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-sore-week.html' title='Long, sore week'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1820403421162660062</id><published>2009-08-09T13:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:00:59.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How many can you get right??</title><content type='html'>wOW...2 posts in on day! I found this online and thought it was fun. I got 17 correct and should have gotten some more right. Most people only get 7 right...can you beat that?? AND remember cheating is a spanking offense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On a standard traffic light, is the green on the top or bottom?&lt;br /&gt;2. How many states are there in the USA ? (Don't laugh, some people don't know)&lt;br /&gt;3. In which hand is the Statue of Liberty 's torch?&lt;br /&gt;4. What six colors are on the classic Campbell 's soup label?&lt;br /&gt;5. What two numbers on the telephone dial don't have letters by them?&lt;br /&gt;6. When you walk does your left arm swing with your right or left leg?  (Don't you dare get up to see!)&lt;br /&gt;7. How many matches are in a standard pack?&lt;br /&gt;8. On the United State s flag is the top stripe red or white?&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the lowest number on the FM dial?&lt;br /&gt;10. Which way does water go down the drain, counter or clockwise?&lt;br /&gt;11. Which way does a "no smoking" sign's slash run?&lt;br /&gt;12. How many channels on a VHF TV dial?&lt;br /&gt;13 On which side of a women's blouse are the buttons?&lt;br /&gt;14. Which way do fans rotate?&lt;br /&gt;15 How many sides does a stop sign have?&lt;br /&gt;16. Do books have even-numbered pages on the right or left side?&lt;br /&gt;17 How many lug nuts are on a standard car wheel?&lt;br /&gt;18. How many sides are there on a standard pencil?&lt;br /&gt;19. Sleepy, Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey, Doc.  Who's missing?&lt;br /&gt;20. How many hot dog buns are in a standard package?&lt;br /&gt;21 On which playing card is the card maker's trademark?&lt;br /&gt;22 On which side of a Venetian blind is the cord that adjusts the opening between the slats?&lt;br /&gt;23. There are 12 buttons on a touch tone phone.  What 2 symbols bear no digits?&lt;br /&gt;24. How many curves are there in the standard paper clip?&lt;br /&gt;25. Does a merry-go-round turn counter or clockwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWERS ARE BELOW SO DON'T LOOK TIL YOU ARE READY TO CHECK YOUR ANSWERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWERS&lt;br /&gt;1. On a standard traffic light, is the green on the top or bottom? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOTTOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many states are there in the USA ? (Don't laugh, some people don't know) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In which hand is the Statue of Liberty 's torch?  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What six colors are on the classic Campbell 's soup label? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLUE, RED, WHITE, YELLOW, BLACK &amp; GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What two numbers on the telephone dial don't have letters by them? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1, 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When y ou walk does your left arm swing with your right or left leg? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many matches are in a standard pack?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. On the United State s flag is the top stripe red or white? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the lowest number on the FM dial? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which way does water go down the drain, counter or clockwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLOCKWISE (NORTH OF THE EQUATOR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which way does a "no smoking" sign's slash run?  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOWARDS BOTTOM RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many channels on a VHF TV dial? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12 (no #1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 On which side of a women's blouse are the buttons? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Which way do fans rotate? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLOCKWISE AS YOU LOOK AT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 How many sides does a stop sign have? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do books have even-numbered pages on the right or left side?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 How many lug nuts are on a standard car wheel? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many sides are there on a standard pencil?  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sleepy, Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey, Doc. Who's missing? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BASHFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many hot dog buns are in a standard package? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 On which playing card is the card maker's trademark? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ACE OF SPADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 On which side of a Venetian blind is the cord that adjusts the opening between the slats? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. There are 12 buttons on a touch tone phone. What 2 symbols bear no digits? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* , #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How many curves are there in the standard paper clip? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Does a merry-go-round turn counter or clockwise? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COUNTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1820403421162660062?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1820403421162660062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1820403421162660062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1820403421162660062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1820403421162660062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-many-can-you-get-right.html' title='How many can you get right??'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3320539307416954345</id><published>2009-08-09T13:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:41:09.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend spankings...</title><content type='html'>So the maintenance spanking happened and I was right...it hurtttttttt! Hubby used a combination of hand, leather paddle, crop, small wooden paddle, large wooden paddle, nursery cane and loopy cane. One thing I don't understand about Dom'ly ones is how they expect you to count while you are bawling your eyes out. It's impossible! *sighs* But the good news that came out of the spanking is...the loopy cane snapped!!! YAY so no more loopy cane for a while!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was hoping that the maintenance would be the end of the 'not so fun' spankings for the weekend, but I wasn't so lucky. Yesterday I made a bit of a slip up. You see hubby has a strict rule that I am not allowed to be negative about myself. Well I was chatting away to hubby yesterday and was talking about someone  and said that they were prettier than me, which probably would have been ok if I had not said she wasn't very pretty right before. Well I got bent over the table rather quickly and got a horrid dose of the wooden spoon. I hate the wooden spoon and I still have marks from it today. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3320539307416954345?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3320539307416954345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3320539307416954345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3320539307416954345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3320539307416954345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-spankings.html' title='Weekend spankings...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7272779526760517667</id><published>2009-08-07T13:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:11:14.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>So after almost a month without any maintenance spankings I have been told to expect one tonight. Ughh its soooo gonna hurt! Although if I am being totally honest I have been extremely stressed this week and maybe a good cry will do me some good. :) Maybe i'm alone in this...but sometimes I want the emotional release from the spanking but I dread the pain. I guess we will see how tonight goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7272779526760517667?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7272779526760517667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7272779526760517667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7272779526760517667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7272779526760517667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6316428685853783996</id><published>2009-08-05T14:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:27:59.812+01:00</updated><title type='text'>spanking survey</title><content type='html'>Nothing new on the spanking front. So I thought I would do this survey I  got off spankolife. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Would you rather be spanked outside in a cold wood shed or inside by a&lt;br /&gt;the nice cozy fire &lt;br /&gt;-inside by a cosy fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Would you rather be spanked in public or in private?&lt;br /&gt;-in private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you rather fantasize about spanking or actually be spanked?&lt;br /&gt;-be spanked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Would you rather be spanked for your humiliation or for your spanker’s pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;-neither really but i guess if i have to pick one i'll pick spanker's pleasure (as long as he is nice about it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Would you rather be spanked by hand or by hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;-hand for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Would you rather be spanked by belt or by cane?&lt;br /&gt;-belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Would you rather be spanked by paddle or riding crop?&lt;br /&gt;-crop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Would you rather be restrained or unrestrained during your spanking?&lt;br /&gt;-unrestrained most of the time...but i guess there is a time for restraints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Would you rather be spanked until you cried or until you are aroused?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on the spanking...but most of the time til i have learned my lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you rather just a red bottom or welts/bruises?&lt;br /&gt;- red bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Would you rather be spanked for the naughty things you have done or just because you enjoy the experience?&lt;br /&gt;- most of the time...behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Would you rather be spanked with pants up/skirt down or pants down/skirt up?&lt;br /&gt;-pants down/skirt up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Would you rather be spanked with panties up or panties down?&lt;br /&gt;-warm up on panties then panties down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Would you rather be spanked somewhat clothed or entirely naked?&lt;br /&gt;-somewhat clothed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Would you rather your spanking be strictly disciplinarian or sexually attractive in nature?&lt;br /&gt;-99% of the time  discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Would you rather be spanked by a male or by a female?&lt;br /&gt;- male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Would you rather be cuddled or scolded after your spanking?&lt;br /&gt;-cuddled for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Would you rather be spanked OTK or bent over a table/chair?&lt;br /&gt;-otk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Would you rather your spanker have physical contact with you (ex: OTK, hand spanking, grabbing you while spanking) or would you prefer no physical contact (ex: spanked with an implement, in a restraining device)?&lt;br /&gt;-physical contact please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Would you prefer to be spanked in the woods with a tree branch bent over the hood of a car or in a school with a ruler bent over the desk of your teacher/principal?&lt;br /&gt;- ummm both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you rather be a brat to your spanker to deserve a spanking or simply ask your spanker for a spanking because you know you needed it?&lt;br /&gt;-ask most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Would you rather be spanked for the physical pleasure or the emotional release?&lt;br /&gt;-emotional release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Would you rather tell your best friends you enjoy be spanked or keep it secret?&lt;br /&gt;-my best (non-spanko)friend knows my secret and he is pretty cool about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Would you rather spanking be a life style choice or just something you dabble in? &lt;br /&gt;-life style choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Would you rather your lover be a vanilla or a spankoholic too?&lt;br /&gt;-spankoholic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Would you rather be spanked by a stranger or by someone who knew you well?&lt;br /&gt;-someone who knows me well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Would you rather be spanked by despotic, mean person or by a compassionate, benevolent person?&lt;br /&gt;-compassionate definetly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Would you rather be talked to while you are spanked or no talking at all?&lt;br /&gt;-some talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Would you rather one swat at a time with pauses to let the sting set in or a continuous tanning to build up the fire?&lt;br /&gt;-one at a time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Would you rather be forced into a spanking or willingly submit into a spanking?&lt;br /&gt;-willingly submit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Would you rather have a safe word or be pushed beyond your preconceived limits? &lt;br /&gt;-no safeword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Would you rather your spanker know your spanking history or is ignorance bliss?&lt;br /&gt;-know my history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Would you rather be spanked by multiple people at one time or just by one person at one time?&lt;br /&gt;-just one at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Would you rather be spanked once a day or once every few months?&lt;br /&gt;- once a day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Would you rather your spanker be deeply in tune or be totally unaffected to your experience as a spankee?&lt;br /&gt;-in tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Would you rather a closer physical relationship or a closer emotional relationship with your spanker?&lt;br /&gt;-both &lt;br /&gt;38) Would you rather your spanker ice your bottom down after a spanking or send you to the corner to display his/her accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;- ice and cuddles (if i have to do cornertime i prefer to do it pre-spanking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Would you rather your spanker be the person you wish to live the rest of your life with (i.e. marriage) or the person you can call on when your tushy tickles?&lt;br /&gt;- well im married to him so i guess that answers that question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Would you rather spanking be a part of love making or not a part of love making?&lt;br /&gt;-depends on the type of spanking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Would you rather your spanker have total control over you when you are being spanked or do you still want to have some control while you are being spanked?&lt;br /&gt;-let him have all the control, although i always wish i had some once it really starts hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Would you rather be humiliated or respected during your spanking?&lt;br /&gt;- a lil humiliation is ok but respect is a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Would you rather spanking become part of a bigger BDSM alternative lifestyle or spanking just be spanking for spanking sake.&lt;br /&gt;- some basic bdsm is ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Would you rather be filmed during a spanking to share you exhibitionistic naughtiness or are you too modest to show your bum to the world?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm tough one...i wouldn't be against a video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Would you rather your spanking be gentle, gradual or painful, abrupt?&lt;br /&gt;-gentle and gradual to the painful bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Would you rather be defiant or fearful going into a spanking?&lt;br /&gt;-im usually pretty fearful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Would you rather be spanked exclusively in your own bedroom or anyplace else other than your own bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;-anyplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Would you rather be spanked exclusively on your bottom or other places could be interesting too?&lt;br /&gt;-just my bottom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Would you rather a spanking be a surprise or be something you have to look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;-i need time if im in lots of trouble to get my head around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Would you rather spanking be a part of role playing kinkiness or a response to events that have happened in reality?&lt;br /&gt;-most of the time something in reality but rp is fun too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-785735141156163109</id><published>2009-08-01T13:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:45:10.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SnQ2-lJ7J0I/AAAAAAAAADs/a8j8A2ATXa4/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SnQ2-lJ7J0I/AAAAAAAAADs/a8j8A2ATXa4/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364973504858629954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you might have guessed..I just celebrated a birthday. I don't tend to see them any differently than any other day of the year but my hubby does. He had a wonderful surprise present for me, that required lots of thought and planning on his part. It was wonderful. I even got my first ever birthday spanking! I even got out of my maintenance spanking since it feel on the same day but I have been told to expect it tonight...we shall see. I did ask a good friend of mine if I could pinch since it was my birthday but *sighs* he said no. What's the point of a birthday if you can't pinch!? I think pinching should be allowed on certain days like holidays, birthdays, and everyday that ends in 'y'. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is short and rather jumbled. I promise a much better update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-785735141156163109?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/785735141156163109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=785735141156163109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/785735141156163109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/785735141156163109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SnQ2-lJ7J0I/AAAAAAAAADs/a8j8A2ATXa4/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4340340670796746893</id><published>2009-07-26T15:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:18:20.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering...</title><content type='html'>I have always had an interest in spanking. As a kid my stomach would do flip flops if a movie had a spanking scene and I always did my best to 'earn' a spanking while playing house or school. I didn't understand my interests, I just knew there was something about them I liked. Something I have never discussed on here is my spankings as a child, mainly because this isn't that type of blog. On that note I will say that I never enjoyed discipline spankings as a child and did my best to avoid them. I say this because it wasn't until I went away to university that I started to slowly peel away the layers of my interest. One night in my dorm room I decided to see what the internet had to say about spanking, so I quickly typed 'spanking' into google. I remember being embarrassed and afraid someone would find out my secret. That first search opened my eyes to the world of online spanking. I looked at many sites that first night and many nights that followed. It quickly became part of my bedtime routine. I had a private dorm room so each night I would curl up in bed and do some spanking research. My favourite thing to do was read a variety of spanking stories. (I'm still a sucker for a good spanking story) I immediately fell in love with the St. Francis stories. More often than not I would stay up all night reading and then sleep through my classes the next day. Probably not the best way to explore my interest. I wished there was someone in my life like Dean Michaels to help me be a better student and a better person. Of course as we all know I found that person, in fact I have a couple people who take it upon themselves to keep me in line and for that I am extremely thankful. But the whole school scene still is still a big interest of mine and I would love to someday get to participate in a school rp. If you haven't read the &lt;a href="http://www.saintfrancis-sfg.net/home.htm"&gt;St. Francis&lt;/a&gt; stories you don't know what you are missing. If ya have some spare time take a quick look and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4340340670796746893?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4340340670796746893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4340340670796746893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4340340670796746893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4340340670796746893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/07/discovering.html' title='Discovering...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1026870486417867878</id><published>2009-07-22T23:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:07:10.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why DD works for me...</title><content type='html'>I guess I should start by saying...yes I do find something erotic about spanking, just not the spankings I am about to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD (Domestic Discipline) is something that isn't for everyone. To be honest there have been times I have comtemplated whether or not it is for me. I will willingly admit that at times I am far from the submissive sub. I have to fight an inner battle when I have either earned a spanking or it's time for my weekly maintenance. I do NOT enjoy pain, as I have mentioned MANY times before...I am a wimp! I have to force myself to submit, to the best of my abilities, to the spanking and my husband. That's not to say that I don't squirm around, beg for him to stop, squeal, cry and kick my legs (not a wise idea). I know for some the idea of a good, hard PUNISHMENT spanking is a major turn on but for me it makes me wanna run and hide. (punishment being the key word...a good, hard spanking for fun with some breaks are just fine) A punishment spanking is a true deterrent for me. I cry almost from the start, from pain...I wish I was one of those people who only cried from the emotional bits of a spanking but once again lets not forget ...i'm a wimp. I have never made it to the point of collapsing from exhaustion of the spanking and crying etc. My husband understands I can't handle that extreme of a spanking. My punishments usually include various implements, none of them would I consider nice, and usually at least one cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was in a DD relationship I was still at University. I was a horrible student, not stupid but I would rather sleep in than go to class. I worked a couple jobs and was always a model employee but when it came to my classes I skipped WAY more than I attended. I had a boyfriend during this time actually threaten to spank me if I skipped another class, well that sparked my interest and I of course skipped a class the very next day. He didn't follow through on his end of the threat but it made me think of a whole different side of spanking, which I already knew I had a serious interest in. One thing led to another and I knew that a DD relationship was what I needed. I tried getting vanilla boyfriends to spank but they either didn't catch the hints and the one time I just asked one, you would have thought I had just asked him to commit murder. During this time I let my behaviour slide even further trying the only way I knew how to get what I needed. Once I met my husband I knew that things were going to be different with him and they truly are. I still get away with things sometimes but one has to be realistic in a 24/7 relationship and realise that you have to let some minor things go, kinda like the saying 'pick your battles'. My husband also had to figure out when I was just joking around or being cheeky, which of course has come with time. I can honestly say that DD has worked for me because of the fact that I hate disappointing him and I hate the  pain of a punishment spanking. He has helped me to become a better person and although I am far from perfect I feel I have made major steps in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...I hope that made sense if not leave a message and I will do my best to clarify my clutter thoughts tossed on the page :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1026870486417867878?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1026870486417867878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1026870486417867878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1026870486417867878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1026870486417867878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-dd-works-for-me.html' title='Why DD works for me...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7437042478225565674</id><published>2009-07-11T00:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:20:20.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>maintenance</title><content type='html'>So tonight was my weekly maintenance spanking and keeping to my rule dealing with maintenance I had the required implements and skirt laying out well before 9pm. I had a quick dip in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hottub&lt;/span&gt; about 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and I now realize this not something to do before a big spanking. After decided it was probably best  to get the maintenance out of the way so we could enjoy the rest of the evening. So I went and changed into my skirt and tried to prepare myself mentally. I hate maintenance spankings with a passion but I understand the importance of them. So over the stack of pillows I went with the implements laid out in front of me. After a quick warm up with the leather paddle, crop and hand hubby told me to pick the next implement. I don't know about anyone else ever feels this way but I immediately had a sinking feeling in my stomach. The feeling that no matter what implement you pick it's going to hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. My choices were: braided belt,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tawse&lt;/span&gt;, medium sized wooden paddle with holes, small wooden paddle, large wooden paddle, loopy cane, junior cane, and senior cane. Not one of those implements sounded good but I picked the loopy cane in hopes that that might deter him from the junior and senior cane later. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instantly&lt;/span&gt; wished i would have picked something else as what felt like a swarm of bee's descended on my bottom. I was thankful when the swats stopped, well thankful until I was told to pick out another implement. I weighed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pro's&lt;/span&gt; and con's of each implement in my head quickly and decided on the large wooden paddle. Yet another stupid decision! (but there was no 'good' decision out of those choices!) He made me count the swats and by the end of the paddle I was finding it hard to stay still and on the verge of tears. The tears quickly spilled over when I saw that hubby was now choosing implements. He started with the medium paddle with holes followed by the junior cane. By this point I was bawling like a baby and finding impossible to stay still. (yes..I know I am a wimp) It is a BIG rule of hubby's to not move during a spanking and well all my kicking and squirming earned me a few with the senior cane. It was one heck of a maintenance spanking and I have a feeling I will be sore for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7437042478225565674?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7437042478225565674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7437042478225565674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7437042478225565674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7437042478225565674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/07/maintenance.html' title='maintenance'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8606962552293189810</id><published>2009-07-07T15:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:46:00.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>agreement</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I have always had an agreement that we don't have to be mutually exclusive in our spanking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; as long as the spankings remain just spankings and nothing involving sex. I have been spanked by a few other Dom's always with the approval of Hubby. Anymore there is only one other guy who spanks me besides Hubby. Recently the two have formed a team, an evil team! It seems if one can't convince me to do something they see if the other can! A quick example of this... Hubby thinks i need to go to the doctor and of course I don't think I need to (could be my fear of doctors) so he talked to my friend last night who then promised a horrid punishment if I haven't been to the doctor by the time he is back from holiday. So I can promise I will go to the dreaded doctor. It works both ways though..my friend informed hubby last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; that I had found a loophole in my bedtime rule and that maybe we needed to 'discuss' it. So as you can see I am being double teamed! Not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; complaining it's nice to be cared for. :) Both hubby and my friend are special to me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad they are becoming friends, even if it costs my bottom in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the open spanking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; works both ways. So if any ladies in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uk&lt;/span&gt; are looking for a wonderful, yet stern spanker let me know! Hubby is experienced with implements ranging from the hand to the cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8606962552293189810?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8606962552293189810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8606962552293189810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8606962552293189810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8606962552293189810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/07/agreement.html' title='agreement'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2615558858247865600</id><published>2009-07-03T23:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:51:00.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>double maintenance and rules</title><content type='html'>Today I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a double maintenance spanking. Hubby kindly divided it into two parts so my bottom could recover a bit. I received double because ) he wasn't able to give me my maintenance last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; and since I have been a bit  bratty (according to him) he decided he needed to do something to get my attention. Let me tell you...it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; got my attention! The first spanking consisted of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;warmup&lt;/span&gt; with the crop and hand followed by 12 of the junior cane then more of the crop. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; 6 more of the cane; 3 with the dragon, which is extremely painful and usually reserved for just punishment, and the other 3 with the senior cane. Those last 6 had me struggling to stay in position and I found it almost impossible to count them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second spanking came after about a 4 hour break. Hubby spent some time online talking to my best friend getting his opinion on some rules. (I'm not sure on some of them whose idea the rule was at this point) The second spanking was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; different than a normal maintenance spanking. Hubby informed me that as soon as my friend signed offline I had to go upstairs and lay out 2 wooden paddles-one big, one small, 3 canes-loopy, junior, and senior, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tawse&lt;/span&gt;, leather paddle, crop and belt. I was also informed that I needed to change into a skirt. He informed me that this was one of the new rules that every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; I am to lay out the above implement (he said he won't use them all each week but its a variety for him to choose from) and lay out a skirt to wear by 9pm for my weekly maintenance or the spanking will be double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs after my friend signed off and laid out the implements and laid the pillows on the bed and changed into a skirt and let hubby know I was ready. He came up and gave another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;warmup&lt;/span&gt; spanking with the crop and leather paddle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;after which&lt;/span&gt; he handed me a piece of paper with my new rules on them. I was told to read them allowed during the spanking. I read the list over and over again as he spanked with the crop, leather paddle, large and small wooden paddles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tawse&lt;/span&gt; and belt. Let me tell you it was quite hard  to read the rules when I really wanted to scream and cry instead! Afterwards my poor backside was quite red and sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part I think the rules are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;feasible&lt;/span&gt;, there are a couple that will take some adjusting to. To give you an idea here is a list of some of them:  (I have left out the more personal ones)&lt;br /&gt;    *I have to be in bed no later than 12:30am on weekdays (unless i have permission)&lt;br /&gt;    *I have to be up no later than 10:30am on weekdays&lt;br /&gt;    *I have to eat two proper meals a day&lt;br /&gt;    *I have to use my crutch at all times unless given permission otherwise&lt;br /&gt;    *I have to take all my medications as prescribed&lt;br /&gt;    *I have to go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; two walks a week&lt;br /&gt;    *I can't bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;    *The maintenance rule mentioned above&lt;br /&gt;    *I can't cuss, especially at hubby.&lt;br /&gt;    *I have to wear a skirt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; two days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is giving me a month to adjust to the new rules before punishments will be delivered for breaking them. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; generous and hopefully I can adjust to the new rules before the month is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone and that your bottoms are not as sore as mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2615558858247865600?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2615558858247865600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2615558858247865600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2615558858247865600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2615558858247865600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/07/double-maintenance-and-rules.html' title='double maintenance and rules'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7556423849904558661</id><published>2009-06-25T16:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:20:10.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I still haven't been given the new rules hubby is working on. He show me what he has decided on yet but I did get out of him that one is going to be a bedtime annnnnd a get up time! Now a bedtime is cruel enough but a get up time?! I love my days that I get to sleep in!! I am going to be heartbroken if its some ungodly hour like 8am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another  spanko note...I recently joined &lt;a href="http://www.spankolife.com"&gt;spankolife&lt;/a&gt;. I am a facebook addict, so having a spanko facebook is amazing! If you haven't joined it yet...you should check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7556423849904558661?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7556423849904558661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7556423849904558661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7556423849904558661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7556423849904558661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-still-havent-been-given-new-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-9143085740512901242</id><published>2009-06-20T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:34:13.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Well the holiday is over and hubby and I are both home safe. I made it through the holiday with only one incident that required a form of punishment. Without going into too much detail I was told to do something simple that didn't require anything of me but to listen and obey. I didn't listen I had my reasons for not obeying but all the same I should have just obeyed. Thankfully since it was a holiday and there wasn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; place to spank, once we returned to our lodgings I got a lecture over listening and following directions and then was promptly placed bare bottomed in the corner. For anyone who doesn't know I HATE I mean HATE the corner. It makes me wanna stomp my feet and scream, so as you can imagine corner time requires &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of self discipline on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that one incident I was a complete angel on the trip and we both enjoyed ourselves. Now we are home again and back to the daily grind. Hubby has decided that this is a perfect time to implement new rules. He hasn't shared these new rules with me yet but he has said that they will include a bedtime (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;!) and weekly maintenance spankings. I guess I will share them when I find out exactly what they entail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-9143085740512901242?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/9143085740512901242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=9143085740512901242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/9143085740512901242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/9143085740512901242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3280061850049168999</id><published>2009-06-02T20:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:30:56.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the cane  and a promise</title><content type='html'>So I am going on holiday soon and I guess my mind is already in holiday mode. Earlier today I was being a bit bratty and hubby quickly had a cane (yes a cane for just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bratting&lt;/span&gt;!!) in hand and he gave me 12! It was horrible and I just couldn't make myself stay still, which of course didn't help my case. Hubby even said that he is sure he can find a place to 'take care' of any issues while we are on holiday. I hope he doesn't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3280061850049168999?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3280061850049168999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3280061850049168999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3280061850049168999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3280061850049168999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/06/cane-and-promise.html' title='the cane  and a promise'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4111998255355693089</id><published>2009-05-29T01:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:52:37.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So hubby gave me his bday spanking and all I can say is ouch!! He seemed to think that I wrote on my  blog that he could give the certain number of spanks with two implements, as in the full spanking twice! Next year I must be much clearer of the bday spanking rules! So I had 30-something swats with the wooden paddle with holes and 30-something swats with the belt and a few extras with the crop for complaining. But someone had to tell him how mean he was being ;)&lt;br /&gt;(although I did quickly hush when he said he could always switch his choice to the cane!!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw in case anyone is thinking hubby sounds mean...he just brought me over some chocolate for being a good girl today:) I am loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilmisstrouble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4111998255355693089?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4111998255355693089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4111998255355693089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4111998255355693089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4111998255355693089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-hubby-gave-me-his-bday-spanking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4383174177830047265</id><published>2009-05-25T01:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:58:47.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShnpQH-vUfI/AAAAAAAAADE/mOVRLPKck5Y/s1600-h/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShnpQH-vUfI/AAAAAAAAADE/mOVRLPKck5Y/s320/cake.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339555296453808626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUBBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a Dom's birthday presents a pressing question.  How come I gotta have the spanking when it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;birthday?! :) Just kidding, actually thats part of my gift to my husband this year...since he refused to let me go buy him anything. He gets his choice of implement(s) for a spanking. Now lets all hope that he is nice about it and chooses something yummy rather than a cane! (Because some of us are already sore...but thats a whole different story that I guess I can post about below, in case anyone is interested.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Friday was my weekly maintenance spanking which included the crop, big wooden paddle, and 18 with the cane! Can you say ouch?! Well I can assure you I said it plenty of times during that spanking!! I have been in a bit of a funky mood this weekend due to a bad day on Friday (even before the spanking) and well my mood caught up with me on Saturday night. Just before bed hubby decided to give some quick spanks with just his hand. (I say just but his hand hurtssssssssssssss) Well of course they hurt after my spanking the night before and I jerked away from him and rolled back over onto my back. I should've known better...I do know better but my mood just wasn't cooperating with my brain. That lack of submission earned me a punishment spanking with the bath brush. I hate that dang brush...its worse than the cane! It's a clear, plastic one...almost like lexan but WAY worse. So for 2 nights in a row now I have gone to bed with a sore, red bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilmisstrouble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4383174177830047265?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4383174177830047265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4383174177830047265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4383174177830047265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4383174177830047265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-my-hubby-now-doms.html' title=''/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShnpQH-vUfI/AAAAAAAAADE/mOVRLPKck5Y/s72-c/cake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7420300652850634862</id><published>2009-05-23T01:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:11:27.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A dom and a mentor = a very lucky girl</title><content type='html'>As I have stated before my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is also my husband. We both entered the relationship knowing where we stood when it came to the spanking aspect of our relationship. We had ideas of what we wanted out of the relationship. Some of those things have worked while others just were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feasible&lt;/span&gt; for a 24/7 lifestyle. It has been a 'lets try it and see if it works' mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of our relationship my husband was quite strict with me. I was spanked more often and found myself in the corner more that I ever wished to be. (but then of course...who wants to be in the corner its boring!) Over the last couple years I have learned my boundaries and I find myself getting spanked less often, some weeks only getting my weekly maintenance. In public all it takes is a 'look' from him to get me towing the line if I am overstepping the boundaries. In the past he actually had to give  a verbal threat of a spanking if I didn't shape up, of course usually whispered in my ear but I always felt like everyone could hear. talk about embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and spanks me when needed. I also have a relationship with another guy who you could call my mentor. We talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I can go to him for anything. I tell him everything and next to my husband he is my best friend. Now he lives a couple hours away and he comes to visit when possible and I have been to visit him, which was tons of fun. Since he is far away if I misbehave for him I usually find myself in the corner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; lines or an essay, and sometimes sent to bed early, which is the worst thing in the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very lucky girl. I have a husband who loves me and cares for me. He makes sure I stay in line. I have a mentor who is wonderful to me. He lets me whine when I have a bad day. He always listens to me and never turns me away. (although I really must learn to not pinch him) It makes me feel special and loved to have such wonderful people in my life. I trust both of them fully and know that they both have my best interests at heart. I can be myself around them both, although I think they see different sides of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some people having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a mentor might not work for everyone but my husband understands my needs and trusts me to be loyal to him and trusts my mentor. The 24/7 lifestyle isn't for everyone and takes some adjustments to make it work. It has taken lots of work but I wouldn't want my life any other way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilmisstrouble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7420300652850634862?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7420300652850634862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7420300652850634862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7420300652850634862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7420300652850634862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/05/dom-and-mentor-very-lucky-girl.html' title='A dom and a mentor = a very lucky girl'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6944832818366816266</id><published>2009-05-21T14:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:04:06.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yumm</title><content type='html'>leather...all i can say is yumm! I might actually jump otk for that paddle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShVdnbbDxJI/AAAAAAAAACs/86kUMuaTc8k/s1600-h/leather+paddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShVdnbbDxJI/AAAAAAAAACs/86kUMuaTc8k/s320/leather+paddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338275865275122834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing better than that paddle is one that is pink and girly:) cuz if you have to have an implement...it might as well be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShVeK75n8oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tFtrZxz-e34/s1600-h/pink+lepord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShVeK75n8oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tFtrZxz-e34/s320/pink+lepord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338276475288679042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a cute crop! How much better can life be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShVepetOUJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UDbRdYl3pRY/s1600-h/crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShVepetOUJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UDbRdYl3pRY/s320/crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338277000027984018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my 'Spanking Wishlist' at the moment :) Do you think if I am really really good Santa might send them to me early instead of making me wait til Christmas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-6944832818366816266?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/6944832818366816266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=6944832818366816266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6944832818366816266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6944832818366816266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/05/yumm.html' title='yumm'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/ShVdnbbDxJI/AAAAAAAAACs/86kUMuaTc8k/s72-c/leather+paddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-7985008427456390983</id><published>2009-05-18T15:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:25:01.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a vacation from life...</title><content type='html'>yup. my non-spanking part of life is not going to hot at the moment and yes i know this is a spanking blog...but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why does life stink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having some really crappy health problems that just dont seem to be getting better and its just starting to get depressing. every day is just another day filled with pain and now added on to that...worry. i'm scared of what the futrure holds and i'm not sure i really wanna know. i've been told not to worry til i know something for sure but thats realllllllly hard to do when symptoms keep getting worse and simple things aren't so simple to achieve anymore. so boo on my stupid body, why can't it just behave and stay healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason which im sure most people can agree with...the freaking ecomony needs to get its act together. (talk about something that needs a spanking) maybe we should line up all the bankers  and let all the doms in the world loose on them :D that would make me feel a little bit better knowing that yes they may have hugeeee pensions but then they would have  hugeeee bruises to match. :) But until that happens i guess work will continue to be sparce and life will be a bit stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya those are my 2 main reasons why vanilla life stinks right now.  please forgive my lil rant and i promise my next post will deal with something spanking related (and wont be negative). hmmm maybe i should go ask hubby for a nice spanking to relieve some stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***and yes i know my issues are probably not that big of a deal in the scheme of life and considering how many bigger issues there are in the world...but right now they are irritating me and i just needed to have a lil rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-7985008427456390983?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/7985008427456390983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=7985008427456390983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7985008427456390983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/7985008427456390983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-vacation-from-life.html' title='i need a vacation from life...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8639498975539363074</id><published>2009-05-14T18:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:50:58.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil of my spanko history...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Spanking Su&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;rvey&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever been spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;More than I can count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like to be spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Depends on the type of spanking...gg- definetly...discipline-heck no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you bad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I like to think i'm an angel but I guessing some of my Dom friends might have a different opinion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you spanked over your pants or are pants and undies pulled down?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rarely over my pants. That only happens when its a quick volley of warning spanks. The majority of the time its bare bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What is your favorite thing about spanking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well with discipline its the accountability it offers. With gg or fun spankings its the nice warm bottom afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you get spanked hard?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What position are you in when getting spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Anymore its bent over the bed on a pile of pillows. But I am pretty sure I have been spanked in every position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What do you like to be spanked with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hand, leather paddle, and just the leather bit of the crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you all get spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;All? It's only me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Who spanks you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Most of the time my husband and sometimes a good friend of mine when he can visit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How long does the spanking last?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;There is no set time for the spankings.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;When is the last time you got spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hmm...got a couple swats a bit ago, but the last proper spanking was last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you spank yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have in the past but I do not any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have a spanking fetish?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Haha...oh just a lil one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;After your spanking is over do you still act bratty later on?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not usually but it has been known to happen if I am having a really bad day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How hard do you get spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hard enough to leave marks and bruises at times and definetly hard enough to make sure I 'feel' it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten your butt belted?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Uh huh...My husband has 2. 1 I loveeeee and the other I hate with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten your butt paddled?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup. Wood (with and wo holes), leather, rubber, and lexan(with holes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked in public?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;OMG yes...my first spanking ever was on the side of the road. I about died of embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What do you get spanked with the most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hmm..probably the paddle but lately I have been getting lots with the variety of canes we own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;On a scale of 1-10 how much does the spanking hurt?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oh I have had a couple that felt like 10's but usually probably about 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you feel you deserve it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. I have never gotten a spanking I didn't deserve or need. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What do you get spanked for?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Discipline, Stress Relief, and sometimes fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many times have you gotten spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Geez...who actually keeps track of those things??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many times does the spanker spank you during the spanking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It depends on lots of variables: reason for the spanking (if its discipline it depends on the severity of my disobedience), the implement, and how well I accept  the spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What do you do to deserve them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Well discipiline, I have a bit of a problem with backchat and being cheeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked in front of your friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes...but only fellow spankos. Only one of my vanilla friends knows of my spanking lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten your butt caned?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*sighs* Yes and I would like to point out that the dragon cane is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like the pain of the spanking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;As long as its not a discipline spanking. Because those carry lots of emotional pain along with the physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked with a wooden spoon?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes and it's one I run from. I hate the spoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked with a hairbrush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Uh huh. It was  one of the first implements I experienced.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever asked to be spanked for something you did wrong?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes and I have asked for a spanking for stress relief too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Is spanking a big part of your everyday life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes...very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you get spanked more than once  a day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometimes. I atleast get a couple good swats a day, usually in good humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How often do you get spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;For discipline about once a week...maybe more if I am really struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Is your butt red and sore afterwards?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup ...almost always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you spanked gently or hard?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked with a sneaker?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not a sneaker per se, but I have had a slipper and flipflop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you believe in spanking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well it has done me sooooo much good.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever been spanked so hard that you started to cry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Almost always...like I have stated before, i'm a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;At what age did you start getting spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I got my first spanking as an adult when I was 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you still a get spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you think that spanking is a good punishment?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It works well for me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked for swearing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oh geez...most of my discipline spankings in the beginning of my husband's and my relationship were due to my cussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you think spanking is fun?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It definetly can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What does the spanker say to you before your spanking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Usually a lecture of some sort followed by 'Are you ready young lady?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked for getting bad grades?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*sighs* yes and just remembering that one makes my bottom hurt! I learned the hard way to take university seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten a spanking for no reason at all?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well fun ones ...yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked by a teacher?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My husband teaches...does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Is your butt spankable?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have been told so but I think its too fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Who spanks you the most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My husband&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Is spanking your hobby?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;More of a lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you want a spanking right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Could handle a nice one that would leave me with a warm comforting bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you get lectured during the spanking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes...especially if I am struggling to stay still and screeching a lil too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked with your butt in the air?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked so hard you butt was swollen?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;More than once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever watched someone else you know getting spanked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes but not for discipline &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you hate spankings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I hate getting a discipline spanking because I hate knowing I have let someone down with my behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever spanked someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; No but it might be interesting to try someday. Don't think I would be good at it, i'm all sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Did they learn their lesson?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;N/A &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many people spank you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Four people have but on a consistent basis...two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Is spanking allowed in your family?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Just between my husband and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever been spanked with more than one spanking instrument?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Most spankings involve more than one implement&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked for lying?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever gotten spanked for cursing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I already answered yes to this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S23277/spanking_survey.html" title="spanking survey"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTQ4MzU3NDI2MzAmcHQ9MTIxNDgzNTc1ODQ2MyZwPTg5MjExJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SgxY82dz-EI/AAAAAAAAACk/PM2I3fAhW3g/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SgxY82dz-EI/AAAAAAAAACk/PM2I3fAhW3g/s320/DSC00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335737460963145794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8639498975539363074?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8639498975539363074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8639498975539363074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8639498975539363074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8639498975539363074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-of-my-spanko-history.html' title='A lil of my spanko history...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SgxY82dz-EI/AAAAAAAAACk/PM2I3fAhW3g/s72-c/DSC00610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8735381010713719737</id><published>2009-05-12T01:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:00:55.441+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>A Spanking Good Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SgkeEvWYOhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iErAXmPSu7g/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SgkeEvWYOhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iErAXmPSu7g/s320/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334828300375702034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday I got a spanking. It wasn't for a discipline purpose, more along the lines of maintenance and I asked for it. It was nice...since it wasn't discipline I got plenty of hugs before and my husband was understanding about my squirming and squealing. (yup i'm still a wimp) The spanking involved a hand spanking, the leather paddle, crop, tawse (yuck!), the big wooden paddle, and the nursery cane. It took place over a pile of pillows which I have discovered is the best position for me due to the fact I have a crappy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how many swats I got with each implement, I have a pretty good idea on  some of them because a friend of mine requested that my husband give me 5 with the big paddle, which he did and added 5 more to it and my friend also requested 6 with any other implement (except the cane ...at my begging him to add that bit in). My husband chose the crop and gave 14 more beyond that 6 in that particular set. Now let me point out that I don't just take spanking requests from anyone but this particular friend is probably my best friend, besides my husband, and I talk to him almost daily and I was getting rather cheeky with him and well...I knew I deserved them and I respect him greatly so of course I followed his request and asked my husband for those extras. I got plenty more with each implement I only remember these sets because I was made to count them. I also got 20 with the nursery cane at the end that I had to count. I really struggled to get the counts out. I am not one of those people who love and crave the cane...I dispise it and do my very best to avoid it at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I was snuggled and my husband rubbed some lotion with aloe in for me. It was strange for me afterwards because this is the first spanking given by my husband since my first spanking 2 years ago that I haven't bawled my eyes out. I didn't even cry this time...a slight sniffle and my eyes watered but no actual tears. I have to admit it was wonderful because it really helped me realize that it wasn't punishment, I hadn't done anything wrong. Don't get me wrong...tears have their place and I usually bawl my eyes out during every punishment spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I doubt anyone will find any interest in any of the above...just thought I would share. The pic at the top is about half way through the spanking. Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8735381010713719737?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8735381010713719737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8735381010713719737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8735381010713719737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8735381010713719737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-friday-i-got-spanking.html' title='A Spanking Good Time...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/SgkeEvWYOhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iErAXmPSu7g/s72-c/DSC00612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2266670326308479906</id><published>2009-05-03T01:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:33:47.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm backkkk</title><content type='html'>It has been forever since my last blog. There are several reasons for this...&lt;br /&gt;1. Lack of anything I felt anyone else would find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2.My computer died and when I got a new one ...number 3 happened...&lt;br /&gt;3. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; went out for a substantial amount of time and it took forever for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; company to figure out what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;4. And finally...and most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;...I forgot my password to my blog...stupid stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am back and hopefully all of my bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; luck is gone!&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post my poor bottom has gotten more spankings than I could possibly count. AND my husband has felt the need to order new spanking implements. Since my last post 4 new canes (loopy, nursery, senior and dragon) and a new leather paddle have joined our already too big if you ask me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arsenal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well and I promise to try and be better about updating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2266670326308479906?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2266670326308479906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2266670326308479906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2266670326308479906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2266670326308479906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-backkkk.html' title='i&apos;m backkkk'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1156240020657953515</id><published>2008-12-28T19:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:24:40.796Z</updated><title type='text'>when will i ever learn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i know it has been forever since i have updated. there are many factors for this...i've been sick and then we had company in for christmas. i guess you compile those factors together and it also results in my behaviour slipping a bit too. this fact has been mad perfectly clear to me over the past 2 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it all started yesterday...our christmas company had all left and i realized that my husband has too good of a memory. the first day that our company was here i 'playfully' pinched my hubby well it was just my luck that i pinched him harder than i meant and he wasn't happy about it and quickly informed me that i would be paying for that pinch when everyone left. i secretly hoped he would forget...but alas he didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i paid for that pinch with 6 with the paddle...now some of you may think that 6 is no big deal...but when they are 6 full strength swats and you are a big wimp like me...6 is a BIG deal. i found myself incapable of holding my position, which is something that i am expected to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now one would think that i would learn...but obviously i am not a quick learner...because later that nite i got paddled again! soon after hubby and i crawled into bed i started playfully kicking him and well he told me if i continued i would get spanked but the way he said it i didn't think it would be a punishment spanking...so i kicked him again and lets just say i thought wrong and out came the paddle and i wanted to crawl under the covers and hide. no such luck on my part though and i went to bed with a very sore, stinging backside. now you would think after that i would have learned right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nope...today i found myself in trouble again when i told him i wasn't taking the icky cough medicine. well i swear being sick must have really messed with my ability to censor what i say cuz i know better than to tell him no. well that lil slip up on my part earned me 25 with the belt..and not just any belt one of those ugly braided belts that were popular in the 80's and early 90's. for some reason that belt seems to sting WAY more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well i did learn after that point but before my hubby could finish we were interrupted by his parents. so this evening i got some with the yard stick and put into the corner to finish off the lesson on not telling him no. (even if it involves icky medicine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i am sitting here on a VERY sore backside that even has blisters in some spots trying to remind myself to behave because i think if i get spanked one more time i may never sit comfortably again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1156240020657953515?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1156240020657953515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1156240020657953515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1156240020657953515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1156240020657953515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-will-i-ever-learn.html' title='when will i ever learn?'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-123139351572552292</id><published>2008-11-27T18:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:08:20.032Z</updated><title type='text'>t...is for thankful</title><content type='html'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i know longer live in the US there are many things i am thankful for so i thought i'd still celebrate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am so thankful for my wonderful husband and our lovely family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i am thankful for my friends, even though most of them live far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i am thankful for afternoon naps. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i am thankful for the internet, its given me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i am thankful for childrens books that make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i am also thankful nights where i can snuggle up on the couch with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i am thankful for thunderstorms, especially since they are rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats just some of my list...i know some may seem simple or silly but what can i say...its the small things in life that make it so wonderful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all enjoy today and take a moment to remember what you are thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-123139351572552292?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/123139351572552292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=123139351572552292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/123139351572552292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/123139351572552292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/11/tis-for-thankful.html' title='t...is for thankful'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-4596772532721495338</id><published>2008-11-20T00:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:48:17.540Z</updated><title type='text'>big mouth</title><content type='html'>when will i ever learn?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; i went to take a nice, hot, relaxing bath and was just getting out when i looked in the doorway and there was my husband standing with slipper in hand. i quickly grabbed my towel, racking my brain trying to figure out what i had done. it wasn't long before he told me what i had done...i had uploaded pictures the day before and forgot to put the memory card back in the camera. (a major pet peeve of his) before i knew that stupid slipper was making contact with my still wet bottom and had me squealing. if you have never experienced a wet bottom spanking...i don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;well that would have been the end of the story but no i have this problem with opening my big mouth. next thing i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; looking him straight in the eye accusing him of looking for reasons to spank me...now you should know he doesn't look for reasons but i was mad at the moment and just didn't think before opening my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;well lets just say that didn't go over well at all! next thing i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; being drug into our room by a VERY unhappy husband and told to bend over the bed. at this point i was desperately trying to take back what i said but it didn't work. i really regretted my comment and regretted it even more when he produced the cane. now i am not too proud to beg to get out of the cane and beg is exactly what i did..but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;so i got 7 with the cane and then got my mouth washed out for being rude and cheeky. all of that just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i couldn't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit of self discipline to keep my big mouth shut! one of these days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; learn...hopefully before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; 80!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-4596772532721495338?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/4596772532721495338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=4596772532721495338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4596772532721495338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/4596772532721495338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-mouth.html' title='big mouth'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1510097015876375979</id><published>2008-11-17T17:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:38:06.715Z</updated><title type='text'>being brave....</title><content type='html'>one thing i hate is asking for a spanking, most of the time if i know i need one i chicken out and just brat til i get one. yesterday though i was brave enough to tell my hubby that i needed a spanking. i was stressed and running on almost no sleep and it was catching up with me. i was moody and felt myself snapping at people, especially my father in law...although it could be argued that ANYONE would snap at him!&lt;br /&gt;so last night i got a bedtime spanking to help me destress. so over the bed i went, hoping it wouldn't be all that painful. my hubby started with his hand and that quickly left me with quite a sting building up. it was at this point i wanted to crawl under the covers and hide because my hubby suddenly produced the hairbrush. (not exactly what i had in mind) after 10 or so hard swats i was squealing and squirming but oddly enough i was feeling a bit better. next my hubby tried out a new implement...a thick yard stick and ouch! it left quite a sting. he proceeded to give about 10 swats with it also then started back in with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;by the end i had quite a sting built up and i felt relaxed and the best i had felt in about a week or two. i curled up in his arms and we proceeded to have one of those wonderful talks that lasted for a couple hours after which i drifted to sleep in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;today i have felt fantastic...less stressed and more rested. so i have come to the conclusion that asking for a spanking isn't as bad as it seems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1510097015876375979?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1510097015876375979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1510097015876375979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1510097015876375979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1510097015876375979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-brave.html' title='being brave....'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-8050779931573804883</id><published>2008-11-06T23:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:05:47.224Z</updated><title type='text'>my first spanking...</title><content type='html'>it should be said that i have always had an interest in spanking and when i went away to university it became extremely clear that i needed the accountability that a spanking relationship offered. it was a long road to get to where i am today, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my husband/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoh&lt;/span&gt; (or whatever title you prefer) during an especially difficult time in my life. i was recently divorced from an abusive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jerkface&lt;/span&gt; (yes i realize '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jerkface&lt;/span&gt;' isn't the most mature of words to use...but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the best word i can use without cussing). my ex wasn't into spanking just into hitting in drunken rages. he was also extremely emotionally abusive and controlling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband was like a life preserver thrown out to me to save me from the life i was living. don't get me wrong i wasn't living that bad of a life, i had a horrible self image (those of you who know me know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still working on this one), cussed like a sailor, i skipped my university classes more than i attended them and was the worlds biggest procrastinator. well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not the best list of attributes but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; i wasn't like some mass murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in case you haven't guessed my husband is also into spanking. we met on a spanking chat room and well, obviously, we hit it off. we decided after a while to meet and a date was set. when the time came i picked him up at the airport and we headed off to a lovely cabin for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sadly, i didn't even make it to the cabin before i got my first spanking. it must be said that the week before we met i was working at a camp and was completely sleep deprived...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what a cabin full of teenage girls will do to you. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; exhausted that by the end of the camp week i was skipping events to sleep. yes, yes i do realize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; probably not setting the best example for the campers...but i did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; get up long enough to get them up and send them off for their morning activities before going back to sleep. :p anyways back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like i said i was a bit sleep deprived and everyone knows we don't always make our best choices when we are sleepy and a tad bit cranky. well there was never a moment for that to be more true than our drive (like 4 hrs) to the cabin. i was driving and running my mouth, something i used to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of and after a while i guess my hubby got tired of my cheeky comments and politely asked me to pull the car over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i of course wanted to know why i needed to pull over and i assure you it was a miracle i didn't pass out while driving when he told me i was going to be spanked. now don't get me wrong, there was already a list of things to be 'discussed' over the week at the cabin...in the privacy of the cabin, not on a highway with traffic!! well needless to say i tried to talk him out of it as i continued to drive but he would have none of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would point out a place and tell me to pull over and i would tell him i couldn't because of some reason or another. then he threatened that if i didn't pull over at the next available place he would make me pull over where he was sure people would see me getting spanked. (this is the place where you all gasp in horror and think how mean he is) so i quickly found a place and pulled over and just gave him my best 'innocent' look, too bad it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me to get out of the car and when i finally was able to pry my fingers off the steering wheel i got out of the car slowly. at this point i was looking in every direction to see if anyone was around and there where still some cars driving down the road and so i hoped and prayed no one would see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had me bend over and put my hands on the passenger side seat and proceeded to spank me with his hand and then decided that his hand wasn't getting enough of a message through and used one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt; to spank me more and at that point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;up'd&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;embarassment&lt;/span&gt; by pulling my dress up. it was at that moment i learned two important lessons...1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt; may make wonderful shoes but they can make evil spanking implements and therefore should never be worn 2. never ever ever wear a dress or skirt! they are WAY too easy to pull up for a spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i say finally but we weren't there more than 5 minutes probably, he let me have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;flipflop&lt;/span&gt; back and let me pull down my dress and get back in the car. at that point we were less than 15 minutes from the cabin (don't you think he could have waited til we got there???) where we spent a wonderful week, a wonderful but sore week for me. it was the official beginning to our relationship that has blossomed and continues to not only give me the accountability i desired but the love that i never imagined was possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-8050779931573804883?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/8050779931573804883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=8050779931573804883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8050779931573804883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/8050779931573804883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-spanking.html' title='my first spanking...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-6219872293846227905</id><published>2008-11-03T15:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:17:19.392Z</updated><title type='text'>you need a spanking...</title><content type='html'>so last nite my husband and i were out with friends and one of the ladies was constantly cussing and yelling at her husband and just throwing tantrums. after hours of this behaviour i was extremely annoyed and so was my hubby. when we finally left and were safely out of hearing range...we both agreed that she needed a good spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else ever think some of your friends could benefit from a spanking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-6219872293846227905?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/6219872293846227905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=6219872293846227905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6219872293846227905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/6219872293846227905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-need-spanking.html' title='you need a spanking...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-2556009209766611831</id><published>2008-10-26T21:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:18:55.600Z</updated><title type='text'>stress = spankings</title><content type='html'>ok so lately i have been extremely stressed and i knew it would eventually catch up with my attitude...and today was that day. i have been sassy and a complete brat to my dom. the first spanking wasnt that bad and more of a warning to pull myself together...i guess my bum didn't send that message to my brain cuz not an hour later i found myself getting spanked again! i kept finding myself getting lectured about acting 'too big for my boots'. ready for the sad part??? i got spanked a third time! my father in law was up and my hubby did something that really annoyed me...instead of just telling him calmly, i pinched him (the thing that gets me in sooooo much trouble every time) and whapped him. to make matters worse when he reached for my hands to stop me i bit him. yah not my proudest moments. needless to say when his father left...i was in soooooooooooo much trouble! i tried to explain it was just the stress but i was quickly informed that stress is no reason to be disrespectful and such a brat. i found myself quickly regretting my actions because not only did he spank me but he strapped my hands for pinching. ouch!!! (they still kinda sting and its been hours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i have been spanked with his hand, spatula, and tawse! it has been a long sore day, yet i do have to admit i feel less stressed. my only question i have to ask myself...why didn't i just tell my husband i was stressed days ago so we could have talked about it?? cuz i'm a stubborn and now sore sub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-2556009209766611831?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/2556009209766611831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=2556009209766611831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2556009209766611831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/2556009209766611831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/10/stress-spankings.html' title='stress = spankings'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-1640451901968127273</id><published>2008-10-21T23:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:03:14.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky for no lines...</title><content type='html'>so this past week i had to make an unplanned and unavoidable trip to the doctors. the trip included a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; hospital stay and the lovely hospital gown that hides nothing! my husband and i were joking that it was lucky for me that i have been behaving lately and didn't have any lines or marks. it got me thinking...what would i have said or done if i did have marks?? i mean its hard to hide marks from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tawse&lt;/span&gt; or the cane! i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not alone in this worry or apprehension about being 'discovered' by a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;so my question is...have you ever been put in that position? if so how did you explain yourself? if not...how would you handle it if you were put in that position?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-1640451901968127273?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/1640451901968127273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=1640451901968127273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1640451901968127273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/1640451901968127273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky-for-no-lines.html' title='lucky for no lines...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-5652670052689989368</id><published>2008-10-14T14:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:43:30.362+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative punishment'/><title type='text'>Thou shall not bop the Top</title><content type='html'>i have a friend that i talk to almost everynite and besides my husband i would have to say this friend is my best friend. he doesn't describe himself as a dom but more as a top/spanker. well usually he is extrememly patient with my bratty, cheeky side, usually just a swat here and there and a few times i've found myself writing lines for him. well last nite i was in a horribly cranky mood and after repeated warnings over pinching and bopping him, he sent me to bed!! and to make it worse it was only 9 pm!! i was in shock and tried to convince him that it was too early etc...sadly none of it worked. needless to say...there was nooooo way i could sleep at 9pm...so i spent some time thinking and i decided that being sent to bed is WAY worse of a punishment than a cornertime, lines or even a spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got me wondering if i was alone in this feeling? which is worse...a spanking or an alternative punishment? if its an alternative punishment that is worse for you...what is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-5652670052689989368?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/5652670052689989368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=5652670052689989368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5652670052689989368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5652670052689989368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/10/thou-shall-not-bop-top.html' title='Thou shall not bop the Top'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-5653356177741424815</id><published>2008-10-11T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:36:06.953+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheeky'/><title type='text'>maintenance spanking...ouchie</title><content type='html'>last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; my hubby decided that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; spanking was needed. :( being the outspoken, big mouthed sub that i can be i pointed out to him, with a bit of a pout, that his '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; spankings' were just as hard as his '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; spankings'. well...i guess i sounded a bit cheeky in how i stated my point (more like fact!) and its not the first time i have come across as cheeky and that is a pet peeve of my hubby, so needless to say he was not thrilled. he sent me right upstairs to our room and followed behind me, which i hate cause its gives him the opportunity to swat all the way up. once upstairs and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; i noticed the wooden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bathbrush&lt;/span&gt; in his hands...that thing brings an instant sinking feeling in my stomach. he never said so but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure the 10 or so i got with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bathbrush&lt;/span&gt; were for my cheekiness and left me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oww'ing&lt;/span&gt; and squealing. he decided to follow up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bathbrush&lt;/span&gt; with one of his belts. now this belt is braided so for some weird reason i find it stings WAY more. he took into consideration what i had said and didn't spank as hard as usual with the belt but he went on for bit longer than he normally would so by the end i was still crying and feeling a deep sting from that mean belt. of course followed by snuggles, which for some reason always make the sting lessen a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said in my first post a dd relationship is a learning process and although i know that my hubby has the final say its always nice to know he isn't one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt; types that thinks they know everything. after all its not his bum being spanked so he probably didn't even notice that the strength of the spankings felt the same to me. i just need to learn to point these things out without being cheeky! (it would save my 'cheeks' some pain for sure!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil miss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-5653356177741424815?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/5653356177741424815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=5653356177741424815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5653356177741424815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/5653356177741424815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/10/maintenance-spankingouchie.html' title='maintenance spanking...ouchie'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4991824962206042571.post-3766723507454435236</id><published>2008-10-11T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:10:45.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil about me to begin with...</title><content type='html'>hi everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured it best to start my blog out explaining a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit about me. like my profile says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; 24 and married in a dd marriage. my interest in spanking goes as far back as i can remember and my husbands does too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not to say that living a dd relationship 24/7 is easy...it has its ups and downs but we both agree its a learning process and both know its what works for us. i am not someone who enjoys the pain of a discipline spanking but i know the accountability that a dd lifestyle is what i need. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also not one of those people who can take a discipline spanking and not make a peep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a wimp and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure the whole neighbourhood knows when i get spanked from all my screeching and bawling.&lt;br /&gt;saying that when it comes to an erotic spanking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a whole different story...those i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;i think thats a start for now...feel free to ask any questions :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4991824962206042571-3766723507454435236?l=lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/feeds/3766723507454435236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4991824962206042571&amp;postID=3766723507454435236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3766723507454435236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4991824962206042571/posts/default/3766723507454435236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmisstrouble123.blogspot.com/2008/10/lil-about-me-to-begin-with.html' title='a lil about me to begin with...'/><author><name>lil miss trouble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01010240514859121908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8GGzy4QOLY/Sk6qeu1pSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmiH6bmCUM8/S220/DSC00613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
