Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

I need this.  It’s hard for me to admit, but right now, I need discipline.

I need a man I can call in the middle of the day and leave a message for.  I need him to be ready to take care of business at the end of the day.

At the moment, I’m following a strict dietary regimen designed to help my health issues.  I’ve always followed a fairly healthy plan—but man!  This is tough…

I need external motivation!

I’ve been bad…

Or, maybe she’s been good?

I’ve explored favorite implements, now how about favorite positions?

Everyone into spanking has a favorite.   For most, it’s the traditional over-the-knee, for some it’s bend over and touch your toes, still others love seeing a female in the corner with red cheeks on display.

For me, I love to see a woman sprawling over the end of a bed, pillows tucked under her tummy to prop her bottom up high.

There is nothing more erotic for me than the sight of a handsome man with his palm flat on the small of a woman’s back when she is in this position.   If he is holding one of my favorite implements in his other hand, so much the better.

And if he happens to be professionally attired, like he just came home from the office… yum!

All right, this post is in response to the multitude of  e-mails I’ve received in the past few weeks.

Many of you have speculated on what has been going on in my life, and others have expressed sadness that I’m not going to write this blog anymore.

Let me clear the confusion:   I will continue to write.   Just for the moment, I don’t want to write anything new, so I’ll be clearing out my drafts folder.   Which means, logging in, hitting “publish,” and logging out.   I need to step away from the fantasy life for a moment; need to concentrate on other things.

Yes– for those who have asked– I did meet someone a while back.   I liked him, respected him and trusted him.   And was probably way too open… more than I ever have been, and more than I intend to be in the future.

One of the things about living a mature adult life is accepting that things don’t always work out the way we hope they will.    Sometimes, we get our feelings hurt.   Sometimes we go through disappointments, or loss, or even failure.

But being a mature adult means picking ourselves up, dusting off and moving forward.

Truthfully, at the moment, I don’t want to keep seeking “the one.”   I want to live my life happy, and content.   Which is what I’m doing.   If Mr. Right happens across my path– fantastic!   I’ll welcome him with open arms.

But if he never shows up?

Life is still fantastic– and tomorrow is never promised.

Everyone– please take care, have a great holiday season, and thanks for the show of caring and concern.   As always, it is very much appreciated.

Cydni

Well, loyal readers, it has been almost two years since I started writing this blog.

Much has happened in my life during that time.

I lost my mom.   Lost my niece.   Moved twice.   Lost pets.   Went through a catastrophic financial meltdown.   Was diagnosed with a serious condition.

Struggled with the dating world and all that goes with it.   Tried to come to grips with what I want, and have always really hoped to find.

Some of us are given certain gifts in this life.   Others get completely different ones.   Likewise, the cross each of us bear is always different from that of our neighbor.

Some people have the happy family, long-lasting marriage… but they’re dirt poor until the day they die.   Someone else manages to acquire wealth beyond the wildest dream… but has four failed marriages, kids that hate and a dog that growls with distrust.

I know which scenario I’d chose, given the choice.   And it doesn’t involve disgruntled dogs.

My situation is neither of these, but I have come to accept that maybe the happy marriage is not my destiny.

Having said that, I have a good life and much that I am grateful for.

But I think the time has come to focus on other things.   Right now, I don’t want to write about spanking.   Or even think about spanking.   It’s just… not happening for me.

In many ways, I’m weary.   So I’m going to take a hiatus.   I have enough thoughts written and saved in drafts that I can post once a week for a few months; most of you won’t even know I’m gone.

Some drafts were written recently but  many are well over a year old, so if you notice a lack of continuity or strange time lines, you know why.

I know myself well enough to know, spanking always is a part of me, no matter how hard I’ve tried to suppress it.   So I won’t be gone forever.

But Cydni– she needs privacy.   I’ve been open here– too much at times.   I feel the need to shelter myself.

Originally, I intended this blog to be about my fiction writing– not about my deepest fears and desires.   I’ve veered off course, fiction-wise, for sometime now.   When I come back, maybe I’ll let the characters speak, if I can figure out how to do that.

After all, it is said that there is usually something of an author to be found within her creations.

To everyone who has been a loyal reader– thank you.

Best wishes for a healthy, happy new year.

Cydni