Monday, July 30, 2012

The Suggestion Box

Hello folks...

I would like to open the suggestion box for your comments, ideas and general thoughts on our blog, a few ideas or features you might like to see  and so on  feel free to give us your ideas! We'd love to hear from you!

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Spanking Cheesecake


Daddy said he had a project for me, and because I am such a good girl (don't snicker!), here it is. The pictures have been gathered from around the web & with special thanks to OTK Spank

Thursday, July 26, 2012

"Exactly my brand of heroin" (or reflections on finding my Edward)

Yes, yes, I am an unashamed, unabashed Twilight fan. It is the intensity of the love that Edward has for Bella that does it, all the pretty words. When Twilight first came out, I used to say, oh, Lord, I wish someone would love me like THAT. I want someone that possesses my mind like THAT. (As you can see from our last post - I found my heart, my dream).

The effect that Bella and Edward have is reciprocal, each affects the other. Bella finds Edward's eyes hypnotic, and knows without a doubt that she'd have followed him, even to her doom, at their first meeting. Edward compares Bella's appeal to that of 100-year-aged cognac to an alcoholic. The images used to market the movie, they have a strong appeal to me. It is not just the image of a man embracing a woman, there is an aura in that image, a force that emanates from Edward, and wraps itself passionately and protectively around Bella.

Ward is possessing of this force. Ward intoxicates me. I can FEEL him enter a room. When he touches me, when he speaks to me, the response is intensely visceral. Emotion, desire to touch and be touched, to be possessed, to please, wash over me. I get this sensation in my mind, that I have named 'brain tickle'. I don't know how else to describe it. It is intensely pleasant. It washes from my brain down my arms, my hands, my legs, it makes me feel as though I am swimming through mud - movement is too much effort. I have never experienced this state of being with another person - ever. It is something that I enjoy - crave. It makes him exactly my brand of heroin.

Which brings to mind another one of 'those' words - mind control. This term is a very subjective term, I am sure. For some, it has a very negative connotation. For me, it what I describe above - the ability to get so far inside my head that he can with a touch, with a word, with the mere sound of his voice, have my body respond to him. He plays me like a cellist in a symphony orchestra, each small movement, each small effort, thrums through my mind and body like the strings resonate with the emotion of the musician.

My desire to be played this exquisitely, to have everything that I do be pleasing to him, puts me squarely within his control. And that is the sweetest place that I have ever inhabited. That is home, for the first time in my long life.

"It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and accept you for what you are. I’ve been waiting, for what seems like a very long time, to get beyond what I am." With Ward I feel like I can finally begin. So I’d like to propose a toast to my wonderful Daddy. My darling, "no measure of time with you will ever be enough, but let's start with forever."


June does me great honor and it moves my heart to know that I have the kind of effect on her that I do.  I would also be remiss if I didn't tell you all how I feel about her... When I hear her voice at the end of the day, it's almost like listening to the celestial chorus... like beautiful songbirds and watching the sun rise at the same time...   She knows how to light my fire, boil my blood, and bring me to my utmost in the sweetest most lyrical way.. My June is quite a lady!  I love the way we move each other!

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Open Love Letter to June...

Dearest June,

        I wanted to say how proud I am of you, sometimes I don't think I tell you that or a million other things quite enough. Your beauty and grace shine like a thousand diamonds burnished in the brilliant sunlight of our love. You reminded me of what it means to live for someone else, to live for a greater purpose and to reach beyond my own selfish desires. You are my joy and comfort in the midst of the chaos that life brings. You have given me your love, your faith and your submission, and somehow I can only hope that I can be half the man that you need and deserve.
       You've challenged me to be better, you've given me the bounce in my step and the song in my heart and when I hear the sound of your voice, my heart beats just a little bit faster... Your mind is bright and as sharp as a tack, our conversations flow as sweet and natural as an icy stream in mountain country.  Never before have I found it so easy to talk, to share, to surrender my feelings as readily and willingly as I can to you, no burden too great, no secrets just real talk, real communication as natural and organic as the peanut butter on our shelf.

     You are so beautiful and  shapely that it's a rare day when I can stop touching you... sometimes you are insecure and you say you don't say it, but I look in your eyes and I don't doubt that God in heaven made you just for me. I delight in your body and would have you share in that delight to make beautiful music and come that place that is just for us.

  I love you my sweetest June and everyday I love you even more....


Friday, July 20, 2012

Growth revisited

Before Daddy left for this last deployment he kept telling me that he was proud of me that I had really grown. I didn't see it, personally, but I thanked him. I thought he was doing the self-fulfilling prophecy thing - you know - if I tell her she has grown, she will grow.

While he was gone, I grabbed onto whatever I could to keep him close. I wrote every single day to keep him present for me and the boys, and to help him feel connected in a very foreign, isolated, lonely environment. I reread every single communication we had, cards, letters, notes jotted on the way out the door to appointments, and while we were not blogging at the time, I used journal entries to allow  me to process certain things.

Daddy and I do have a discipline dynamic. I have been corrected exactly once, disciplined lots of times - yes, there is a difference for us. Correction is what some would call punishment, and discipline is more or less for reinforcing our roles, what some might call maintenance.

I read back over my thoughts at the time, and the things I said to him and I felt like my heart had been cut from my body. At the time Daddy said I was not to beat myself up over it. We had cleared the air, and it was in the past. And for a long while I didn't. But looking back at it, and the things I journaled, I was, and am appalled and ashamed at how I treated this person who is my world, who I love and respect and trust to lead me. I apologized to him again, when he came home. I am ashamed to admit that I was cold and distant and ....not the June that I am at my heart. I don't know what possessed me. It is physically and emotionally painful to recall. I said after it happened that I would try to be better. With these months between I know that I am not that person anymore. This is something that I would never, ever do to my man again. He deserves so much better than that. I might never be perfect, but I can be better, I AM better.

Part of what Daddy said at the time was that I was forgiven, and that we would leave that behind us and we would learn and grow. And we have left it behind us, for which I am grateful. And I have learned, and I have grown. I can see it now, in retrospect. I'm grateful that I have a man, a leader who leads me gently and helps me to grow so softly that I don't even feel the growing pains.

I love you, my heart, my soul, my world, my man, my Daddy. I love that you love me regardless of whether I deserve it. I love that you change me for the better. I love looking towards the horizon with you. I love that we are stronger every single moment of every single day for all of eternity, and all that comes after.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Things Ward does that turn June to girl goo

Hmmmm, Ward requested last night that I make another post, and having had a rough week with school, I was feeling particularly uninspired. What to write, what to write? Hmmm.... I shall tell you about the things my Ward does which turn me into a great big, steaming pile of girl goo - get a bucket and shovel...

  1. When he has had a really terrible, evil, very bad day at work, and he comes home reeking of the world and speaking to me in his world voice, he is exceptionally.......virile, and he will ......growl ...... sigh... would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? HELL YES!
  2. When he claims what well and rightly belongs to him
  3. Kisses me right in the spot where my neck meets my shoulders (excuse my Pavlovian response)
  4. Says 'MINE'
  5. Says 'MINE' with the growl (scoop me up, ladies)
  6. Calls me little one
  7. Calls me My girl
  8. Calls me young lady
  9. Calls me his dove
  10. Says he is well pleased (shivers)
  11. Runs his fingers through my hair (instant brain tickles)
  12. Gently takes a fist full of hair (and more brain tickles)
  13. Whispers in my ear, when we are out, what is in store for me at home
  14. Comes up behind me (he can be very quiet....he is after all hunting rabbits) and wraps his arms around me, when I'm cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, or otherwise occupied (was there housework?)
  15. When he's in the wolfie mood, sometimes he comes up really close & whisper/growls, "Run, rabbit, run" (who can run on rubberband legs?)
  16. When he pats his lap and says softly, "Come on, little one."
  17. When he starts an impromptu massage
  18. When he holds my hands above my head (I'm hyperventilating here)  
  19. When he pushes me up against the wall and kisses me (good thing he's strong, cause I lose my legs)
  20. When he kisses the pout off my lips and leaves me slack-jawed

*Wipes corner of mouth decorously, straightens skirt* I ummmmm.......I'm sure there is more, but now I am just a wee bit twitterpated........Oh, Daddy!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Gratuitous Spanko Thoughts...

It's good to be a spanko...sometimes.   With that in mind I would ask you good readers a few questions.

A few questions for the spankishly inclined....

- What about spanking "does it" for you?
- Is there a favorite time of day to spank or be spanked?
- Is there a celebrity that you would love to spank or be spanked by?
- Do you have a favorite video (separate topic forthcoming)

I just thought I'd ask, because at the core of it all me and June are in fact spanking enthusiasts, and yes we enjoy it immensely!  I plan on including a bit more spanking-type content in the coming weeks if for no other reason than "just because"  (which may be the greatest reason for spanking ever).  

I suppose I'd better answer my own questions...

- What about spanking "does it" for me?  short answer: everything... I love the sound, the intimacy, the closeness, the bond it creates, it's awfully sexy, and I  know it's shocking, but I've always "had a thing" for round plump female rear ends.

- Is there a favorite time of day to spank or be spanked?  yes?!

- Is there a celebrity that you would love to spank:   hmmm I'd say so, a few  in no particular order:
Vida Guerra, Scarlett Johansson, Sofia Varga, Beyonce, and of course Jennifer Lopez.

- Videos are a rough spot with me, I'll explain in a future post.

Happy Spanking folks!

Her POV:

Well,I've said it before, and I'll say it again..... My name is June and I'm a spanko :) No Twelve-Step program, thank you. I'm quite happy being me.

So I guess, I should answer Daddy's questions, too...cause I'm a good girl and all....

What does it for me? Good golly Ned! Ummmm, just the thought, the look, when I know what he is thinking about, I'm not averse to asking, but it is faint-worthy hearing, "Come here, little girl." (is it getting warm in here,or is it me?). The sound of his belt coming through the loops, the bounce of the paddle on warmed-up cheeks, the caress of his fingers over sensitive flesh, snuggling into his chest in the after....many more things, but I'm getting twiterpated.

Is there a favorite time of day? Ummmm, is there a time of day that I don't wish to be across his lap?

Who would I like to spank? LOL, I'm not the spanker, I'm the spankee. Be  spanked by? Only Daddy. As far as discipline, I have only one authority to whom I submit. And for play, only Daddy gets into my head, he has this incredible magnetism - delicious!

And videos, yeah, that's a topic for another day. Love you, Daddy :D

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Who we are - for Anonymous

This is another post that I had a seed for, but not nearly enough content to do anything with. Well, recent developments in blogland have given me the direction to go with my seed thought.

In the past weeks our community has been accused of being false Christians, we have been accused of being disgusting, we have been accused of using our lifestyles to fly in the face of the principles of freedom for which our military fights, we have been accused of being perverts. These accusations  have come always from an anonymous poster, who in some circumstances has proposed to be a Christian. The language used is vigorous, in some cases offensive, and it is always aggressive.

"I am giving you a new command. You must love each other just as I have loved you. When you love each other, everyone will know that you are my disciples." (John 13:34-35)

Likewise, husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel, since they are heirs with you of the grace of life, so that your prayers may not be hindered. (1 Peter 3:7)

So, anonymous, let me tell you about the people in this, our community, people you do not know, and people you feel qualified to judge. We defer to our husbands. We respect and honor them with our actions and our words. They in turn honor and protect us. We have an uncommon understanding and communication in our relationships and our families.

We do not judge our friends. When we do not understand, we ask. We may share the practice of submission to our men. but our expressions of that submission are vastly different. We listen to each other, and while we may not subscribe to another's expression, we do not criticize. We see the beauty in their way, and can understand and appreciate their authenticity.

When we misunderstand each other, or when we believe that we have wronged, or offended another, be it our partner, or a friend, we apologize- sincerely. We make peace. We extend our hands. When our friends are hurting, we gather and express our support. When our friends are attacked, we gather the wagons. We are a community.

So, anonymous, if the choice is to be counted in a community of people bristling with self-perceived righteous indignation, or into this community of false Christians, disgusting, perverts - I will clearly stand with this group of people who show more honor and grace in a single interaction than you have managed to spread in days.


Truly what June has said resonates with my own personal feelings and the true essence of our relationship and our relationship to other fine folks within this small but wonderful community.  I have learned so very much about life from this beautiful lady that I call mine, she has taught me to be a better man, a better leader, and to be a source of support for our brothers and sisters in this fine community.  I am not as familiar with some of you, and I am not quite as prolific in posting, but I look forward to fixing that, and I promise that I will always be an open ear for you all, I want to thank you for your staunch support of my blog and my lady, both of which have been a truly invaluable source of inspiration and knowledge to us both.

To Anonymous:

Sir or Madame, I hope you have learned something.  I really do,  it would be easy to be angry or crass with someone such as you.

I mean you make it hard to be civil, especially when...

- I don't appreciate your general rudeness
- If you where so bothered by what you found here why did you come?  This is not the kind of blog you find by accident.
- I would defend my Lady's honor staunchly and completely
- If you read anything about us or our blog you would know better than to post what you did.
- I would have you think twice about attacking someone on the basis of faith, you know nothing of me or my commitment to my faith and spirituality.  I am a Christian man and I work to honor my commitment to my spirituality, my family and my community

I pity you, and instead of vinegar I offer you wisdom and kindness.  In this strange and beautiful world you will find people of many sizes, colors, creeds, religions and orientations, you may not condone what they do, approve of their lifestyle or agree with them in general, but there is one thing you can do.  Treat everyone you encounter with dignity, respect and kindness... If you can do these things you will grow as a person and improve the world around you exponentially.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Being Daddy's little girl

So we know how Ward became Daddy. He said when he came back he wanted post about his experience of being Daddy, and we in fact talked about that the other evening. This is about what it feels like being little, what it feels like being his little girl.

He is my everything. He is every prayer I ever uttered answered, and every dream I never dared. He is my best friend. He is my leader. He is my man. He is my hero. He is my lover. He is my guide. He is my heart. He is m'anumchara. He is my King. He is every good thing that ever is or will be in one word - Daddy.

I've spoken briefly here and there about us having a D/lg dynamic in our mix. And we've established that we are not age-play. When we are intimate, I am not a little girl. I am all woman (just ask Ward, lol). I don't dress in frilly clothes, there are no hair bows, pacifiers, diapers. When Daddy spanks, he spanks his partner, not an errant child, though my childlike side often reacts if I feel I have wronged him, or been less than I want to be for him. It is not something we step into and step out of for play or for short periods of time.

Those are a bunch of things it's not. So what is it? It is who we are every moment of every day. It's loving sparkly, shiny, jingly things, and having Daddy indulge that, admiring the things that catch my eye. It's his being tickled when I am distractable. It's enjoying blowing bubbles and water gun fights and tickle fights. It's about never hearing "Oh, grow up!"

It's about sharing the joy of those simple things. It's giggling with abandon, and his chuckle further fueling my giggle. It's eating with your fingers and feeding Daddy with your fingers, and him licking you clean. It's being scared or sad and having arms wrapped around you and never hearing, "You're being ridiculous", but hearing, "It's all right, darling, Daddy's here." It's about Daddy listening to your broken heart and fixing the things that are wrong.

It's about being me, perfectly imperfect just me, and being loved unconditionally. It's about Daddy looking into my heart and showing me how beautiful I am, over and over again, even when I resist that idea. It's about him showing me that even when I make a mistake, I am loved, and I am good, just my actions are sometimes in error.

It is the freedom to be exactly who I am, never holding back any small part of myself, completely laid bare, completely vulnerable and unvarnished before him, and being protected and treasured and safe.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Hello, Hello!

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to post a huge thank you to everyone who supported and inspired my June while I was gone!  Your thoughts and well wishes helped make this an easier deployment.  June is positively glowing with growth and strength and I thank you all for your kind words and thoughts. I need to get back to posting on the regular and I promise that I will do just that soon.  For now,  I thought it might be nice to tell you....

  11  Things you didn't know about me.

- My favorite color is green
- I am highly alergic to seafood
- I have a birthmark on my right hand
- My favorite beverage is chai (spiced that is)
- I have an almost unreasonable fondness for lemons and lemony things
- Birdwatching is one of my hobbies
- Collects collector's editions of the game "Monopoly"
-  Loves cloudy and rainy days (good spanking weather)
-  Favorite season of the year is autumn
-  Loves to sing old rock and roll and R and B songs while showering
-  Thinks that there should be a holiday devoted to spankings and oral sex.

random no?!  Anyway,  just saying hello and thanks!   Hope to post something better soon!


Her POV:

Hey, Daddy! You got our 100th post! Woo-hoo- that is a double reason to celebrate! Spankings and Oral Sex Day you say? :D

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

The Power of Words

My last post was about power exchange. And it was kind of funny that the comments were a bit reticent. That brought me back to a thought that I think quite a bit...the power of words.

When I first started exploring I was loathe to use the word submissive. It was scary, the connotation of the word, to someone raised in the kind of environment I was. I was subjugated regularly, by people who were supposed to care about me. I came from a time and in a society where Gloria Steinem talked about dissolving sex-roles stereotypes, and Helen Reddy sang about not being kept down on the floor.

Well, I'm not the fist raised kind of girl. I was very content to use my easy-bake oven and a Betty Crocker cookbook I got for my 8th birthday. It's not that I don't believe in equality for all people - I do - regardless of sex, color, sexual orientation or lifestyle kink. But don't tell me that I'm wrong because I'm comfortable cooking and cleaning and nesting. When you give someone a freedom, it should really include a judgement-free freedom of choice.

But I digress...I grew with a head-full of images and some kind of perverse aversion to the idea of submission. When I started exploring my core, what I wanted needed and desired, I struggled with the idea of submission. That word...but the reality, and the feeling are very much different. And the word became not something to fear, and not a label, but a way to express a very deep dimension of my soul.

Then I was confronted with the word slave. Oh good Lord are we serious? What a negative connotation does that have? But ask me now, I am Ward's little girl, but there is nothing that I would deny him. There is nothing I would not do for him. There is no limit to what I would do for him, out of trust and love and because he would never diminish me. He lifts me up. He honors me. I honor him.

One I still struggle with is masochist....Hello, my name is June and I am a spanko. Ward and I enjoy spanking as play, as an assertion of his dominance, and an acknowledgement of my submission, what some might call maintenance. We also use it for discipline. I dislike labels - we are a lovely mix of different dynamics. I feel like Donny and Marie - we're a little bit DD. a little bit D/s, a little bit spanko. We are us. I like us quite a lot.

I am a spanko, I do indeed crave pain sometimes. I know that when I feel I have done something that is detrimental to us, I need his absolution. I need the purging. When I am stressed, the pain takes the unbearable emotional pain, transfers it to flesh and poof...does that make me a masochist? That word still holds power over me.

When I heard about Daddies and babygirls, I thought, especially in light of the sexually abusive childhood I had that that was just not me, that was sick. I had the impression that many have, it's about age-play, incest-play. And that's not it at all, not for us. Certainly there is an age-play fetish, that is scene-dependant. It's something you put on and take off. We are who we are to the depths of our souls, it is 24/7, it is fluid. Sometimes I am little me, sometimes I am big me - but that's a chat for another post. Having a Daddy and being his little girl doesn't frighten me anymore.

There are some in the DD world that would deny that they are in a D/s relationship. But when one party takes a leadership role and another follows, it is a Dominant/submissive relationship. And Daddy and I, being who and what we are think most must like/want/need/desire spanking even if they don't want to admit it.Which brings us back to power exchange. Another scary concept. Wikipedia defines a power exchange relationship as "refers to a relationship or activity in which the submissive gives to the dominant partner power and authority over the submissive's body in exchange for the submissive's happiness and health".

Well, that's kinda of what we all do, whether we're DD, D/s, D/lg, M/s, isn't it? So I'm kind of curious as to what image the term evoked for the commenters on the Power exchange post. Is that a term or a concept that you found jarring or scary? Are there words or terms that you have trouble embracing, but keep coming back to you?