Friday, 2 December 2016

Science stuff


Article on BBC news about an orgasm doctor.

Couple of interesting points:


"For years we were told, 'Have a bubble bath, calm down, listen to relaxing music, do deep breathing exercises, chill out before sex,'" she says.
"But my research shows the opposite, that you actually want to get women in an active state.
"So, you can run around the block with your partner and get them to chase you around the block, or watch a scary movie together, ride a rollercoaster together, even a good comedy act. If you really get laughing, you're going to have a sympathetic activation response."
Meston is talking about the sympathetic nervous system, which is responsible for subconscious muscle contractions that get us ready for the flight or fight mode, like heart rate and blood pressure. She has found that if this system is activated before sex it will help women respond more intensely and more quickly. 

So is this why spanking is arousing before sex, but not after?


Meston says that it is hard to get funding for research into female sexual pleasure - the female orgasm is not seen as a "significant enough social problem", she argues. She also detects in the medical establishment a puritanical disapproval of this area of study.
"There are a lot of conservative reviewers who don't want to see federal funds going into sex research and so as a sex researcher you have to be a little bit creative," she says. "I was told straight-out to take 'sex' out of my proposal. They told me: 'You can talk about well-being or marital satisfaction, but talking about sexual arousal or orgasm as an ultimate end point will diminish your chances of getting funded.'"
On one occasion she was invited to speak to a group of retired academics, but was "un-invited" when the subject, Women's Sexuality, was advertised.
"There was such resistance and horror that we'd be talking about female sexual pleasure," she says. "I was horrified and offended. It depressed me to tell you the truth. I thought we were at least beyond that." 

Sadly, I'm not surprised...

And by the way, this isn't me researching for my erotica books. I am actually a biologist, so it amazes me how little is known compared to other functions of the body.
However, what an interesting story it might tell...




Monday, 21 November 2016

Cat in a box

The cat got in the toy box.

Best get her out before she strewn things across the house.

Can you imagine the kids coming home and finding a wooden spoon here, a flogger there. (She is a kitten still and hunts everything. Big One runs away from her because her toes keep getting attacked.)

Imagine the explanation.... "Oh, they're the cat's new toys... " Somehow, I doubt the kids will go for it. They're more likely to ask lots of very very awkward questions.  Remember, the flogger arrived in a box marked 'wall hanging'. Might have fooled Customs, but nope, won't wash with them.

P is in his usual spot astride me, playing with me. I open my eyes to find the cat sitting right on the bed, just like a china cat pose (she's like the Felix cat for those in the UK). All cute and curious. 

It's freaky.

"She's here to protect me."  She does think I'm her mum. Follows me everywhere. 

P gives my bottom a whack with his hand.

The cat backs off.

Another smack and she reverses to the edge of the bed.

A third, and she skedaddles... to sit on the toy box.  

So much for protecting me. If anything she's in cahoots with P. Because she is rummaging around in the toy box, P picks the first thing to hand - the effing wooden spoon.

NO!!!  Didn't say it. My stoicism lasted all of....

I manage about a dozen before wimping out. "Please something else." What a stinger that spoon is.

He uses the flogger instead.  I relax.

By the time we're finished, the cat admits defeat and curls up in the room next door.

It goes without saying, wooden spoons belong in the kitchen!

Just because I can, here's some cute cat piccies.






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So thank you to everyone who stopped by and wished me a Happy LoL day. It is so appreciated. Been struggling. It's not that I don't want to post, but I'm stymied by kids. They are awake, curious, able to read big words and my hours are squeezed. If I'm here, I'm not writing or editing stuff, whether as Jaye or RL writing, which is growing in importance since I can do that when they're around (RL=no smut)

So forgive me if I don't comment as much as I used to. I do dash around and try to read, it's speed reading and my tablet isn't comment making friendly.  







Friday, 18 November 2016

Still loving lurkers.

I'm teetering on the precipice of not really being here any more.

I don't know if I have many lurkers left!

So if you are, say hello, before I fall off into the unknown.




There's not much to say about spanking. I could blame P, but frankly, I'm not missing it much. 

Once upon a time I lurked, then I plucked up the courage to blog, I commented, I joined in and met great bloggers, here and in real-life, too. I don't regret a jot of it.

I miss this community. I wish I could find more to write about.

Thank you!




Thursday, 20 October 2016

A swarm of swats

It's a been a while since we had an audience.

"I assume you mean the cat?"

While he humped, she hunted in the closet. In the box. 

Ignore her.

So we did. 

According to P my butt was cold. He rectified that issue with a flurry of squats, or maybe it was a swarm. It certainly felt like bee stings had landed on mass on my arse. The use of the mean little paddle didn't challenge that theory. I'm so out of practice, because it has been a while, and I couldn't hardly take anything without squirming and whimpering.

So, after what feels like ages.... it has been ages, and frankly not happy that we don't seem to connect at all these days.... I pointed out to P that unless he gets going today, then it would be 2 weeks before we had the house to ourselves again. 
I'd just finishing cleaning the house and was rather hot and sweaty.

Do you want a rest? 

"Me, no..." Rest! I've been resting for bloody weeks. 

As for the cat. She didn't leave the room, so I don't think she's been traumatised, but I do think she's too young to witness the shenanigans that went on in that room. Afterwards she try to gnaw on my feet and tapped me repeatedly with her paw. 

She's very observant that cat. A little too dommy, perhaps.

Next time, oh and please don't wait for me to rest too long, next time, she's going to be locked out.




Friday, 23 September 2016

Spoons and spatulas

I went to London and returned with a lovely collection of kitchen utensils - and a towel with the legend - Spank Me, I've been very naughty (what me, never!). Walking along the train aisle to my seat (one of the spoons is very long and stuck out of my bag), I wondered what people were thinking - she went all the way to London to buy wooden spoons?

This is what happens when you meet up with other bloggers and exchange gifts (I gave a copy of my book, which has a tasteful cover, so hopefully crowd friendly). We had to wait for the pub to quieten down and then we whipped out the gifts and unwrapped them. Giggles and gratitude followed, and we made elusive references to spanking without actually saying the word.

I've been blogging for a few years and never expected to meet up with others in person, so it's a great privilege to have seen Ella, Ami, Rosie, Jan and Ronnie in the flesh (beautifully attired) and chat about everyday kind of things...for the most part. 

So my spoons and spatulas are very valuable to me and worthy of a visit to London. Nobody on the train would suspect I considered them special. If they'd asked? Who knows, wouldn't it be interesting just to say it and see what the reaction would be?

"They're my latest collection of spanking implements. I'm taking them home to my husband."

As for P, he stared at them with bemusement and admired the quality of workmanship.  Too good for the kitchen. 

Too good for my arse? We'll have to find out :)





Saturday, 3 September 2016

Finding his way around

The drought ended.


"Do you need a map to help you find your way around?" I ask him.

I'm a man. I don't ask for directions.

He cups my breast and trails his fingers around the nipple. I keep going in circles until I get there.



He didn't need directions to find my neglected arse. He patted it, slapped it, then having decided I was wriggling too much, drummed it.  I humped about on the bed until he sat on me. Nothing changes.

"Have I been that naughty?"

There is always naughtiness.  He didn't bother to list anything, but there is always something owing. 

Back and forth between cheeks, then across both (have his hands grown?), finally, he goes vertical and lands it right on the furrow, fingertips looping beneath, catching me.

My bottom wobbled like jelly and stung like a bee. Lots of bees.

Not exactly a flood or a deluge. More of a gentle dampening. 

It needed insomniac child being on a sleepover (thank heavens for neighbours) and the hint of - shall we? But we managed to have two spankings this summer.

It will do.


Monday, 29 August 2016

Cats, kilts and heather.

We have a new family member. She's dinky. Eleven weeks old and has already eaten the thread out of my sewing box. Oh, I also have a few scratches from her sharp little claws.
She's cute. Big One wanted to know if there was a better word than 'adorable'. I think cute does it nicely.


After nearly three years of being catless, we're catted again. I've come over all dommy, as I seem to be her mum. She's my fifth kitten, so I guess I'm an old hand at raising cats. I'm instructing the kids in cat care. Big One got up early this morning to feed her - good way of teaching her to get out of bed - and failed to realise that food in the bowl doesn't mean that cat isn't hungry. It means the food isn't fresh any longer and she wants more. P fixed that problem. Big One knows better now.

The goldfish are looking nervous.

I've a new book out. It's a spin off from a previous one. Not a sequel really because they both stand on their own. An author friend of mine happened to comment that she wondered what would happen if two characters in His Lordship's Mate got together.
That got me thinking - what would happen? In order to make the story work, I had to shift the action to Scotland. Not a bad thing, a Highland romance with lashings of spankings and a man in a kilt (he's got great legs). I ensured traditional tools were used: the dreaded tawse and heather. Yes, a brace of heather, like a birch. I believe in experimenting :)

So here's a special treat - spanking with heather.


“I asked them to leave, that was all.”
“By calling them whores?” He raised his eyebrows. “Did you call them whores?”
“I… I said so in hot-blooded haste,” she confessed.
“And then you defamed me and my kin. Again, is that the truth?”
“But, Felix, you have perpetuated a lie. Is that not the truth of the matter?”
“I take no pleasure in this legend, Claire. However, I have to protect myself, too. Since I met you, our love for each other meets my demands, but I won’t apologise for the actions of my ancestors. I promised you it would end. It has. I didn’t fuck them, or even invite them into our house and I have done my best to quash the myth without building mistrust. However, I would have sent them away with a courtesy you did not show them. Now they are bothered and angry.” From around his back, he showed her the heather and tapped it against the edge of his kilt.
He’d fashioned a switch, taking the longest stems of heather and binding them at one end with ivy twine. She wanted to show atonement for her ill-conceived actions and he offered her a means.
“I ask that you hold me accountable, my lord,” she said carefully.
“I will, that you can be assured of. You’ll bare yourself, bend over, and take a spanking with this heather until the petals have dropped away.” He pointed out the upright barrel. “Place a couple of sacks of wool on top of that.”
She did as she was asked with shaking hands and her stomach churning.
“Good girl. Those will save you from discomfort when you bend over. Now, bare yourself.”
He remained a few feet away from her, waiting, his lips set firmly together.
She fumbled a little with the fastenings of her gown before stepping out of it. The petticoats, bodice, and shift lay beneath—the layers of warmth needed for the cold climate, except in the base of the castle where she didn’t feel cold. Her trembling had nothing to do with the cool chamber. She felt a heat in her heart as it beat faster and faster.
“All of it?” she asked.
“Aye. Take your time. I’m in no hurry. We can talk afterwards. Set this right between us. But, for now, you will be naked and humbled, bent over and punished.”
The petticoats she placed on another barrel, which lay on its side. Removing bodice and shift, Claire could feel the butterflies swarm in her belly. What would those prickly heather twigs to do her poor bottom? She turned and lowered herself over the top of the barrel, grateful for the comfort of the wool.
“That’s right, spread those legs a little and hold tight. You’ll keep still.” He stepped closer and his shadow fell over her.
His touch made her flinch as he traced the outline of her raised ass, following the crease between thigh and buttock. He circled his hand around each cheek, then patted them. Her hair had tumbled forward, draping around her ears and she stretched out her hands to the cobbles for support.
Wicked thoughts shot through her mind. Perhaps he might change his mind and bury his cock to the hilt into her vulnerable pussy. The wetness was there waiting for him to enter. She bit down on her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.
Felix pressed his hand on her lower back. The pressure heralded the first strike of the heather switch. As she guessed the collective whoosh and thud of twigs created a multitude of tiny stings. The switch sprayed across her whole ass, leaving no part of it free of its coverage.
She gasped, too pained to cry out. Opening her eyes, she saw a flurry of white petals drift to the floor.
“This is the last time we shall speak of this myth that afflicts my past,” Felix said as he swept back his arm—the shadow cast showed its length—and brought it back down hard.
A tear trickled down her nose and she held her breath, refusing to weep or wail, as she had done with her first spanking.
Felix rubbed her bottom. Was that it? She doubted it. The petals had only just begun to be shaken loose. The methodical spanking continued. Another swoosh, another bundle of stings until her bottom felt hot and inflamed. The white flowers littered the floor around the barrel. What started out as a dusting had accumulated into a circle of whiteness.
After every two swipes, he rubbed away the prickles and they blurred into one hot patch on each ass cheek. He lectured, reminding her of his expectations: obedience, resilience, and above all else trust.
“Believe in me, Claire. I have your best interests at heart.”
She released a low sob and jerked as he struck again. A few petals hovered, then drifted past her face.

“There,” he said softly. “‘Tis done, my girl. My brave lass.”


When Claire Armitage’s fiancĂ©, Captain Felix Hughes, informs her that he must interrupt their courtship to travel to his estate in Scotland on urgent business, she is distraught. Refusing to wait patiently for his return as he instructed, she instead journeys to the highlands on her own to join him, but upon her arrival she quickly discovers that he will not tolerate such reckless behaviour.
Resolved to demonstrate to his future bride that disobedience will have consequences, Felix takes Claire over his knee for a thorough spanking on her bare bottom. But chastising her in such a fashion awakens desires in him that are too powerful to control, and to protect her innocence he attempts to send her back home to England until he can make her his wife.
Claire cannot be dissuaded from returning once more to Felix’s side, however, even if it means submitting to any punishment he sees fit and then surrendering completely to his lustful dominance. But when she learns the true reason for his visit to the ancient home of his family, and sees with her own eyes that Felix is much more than an ordinary laird, will Claire still yearn for him to claim her?
Publisher’s Note: The Highlander’s Mate is a stand-alone sequel to His Lordship’s Mate. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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As for the summer. The drought is long. Hopefully, once the kids are back in school, we might get some privacy and catch up. Assuming kitty leaves us alone too!