A Fantasy Come True

For as far back as I can remember I've wanted to flog someone to Queen's Princes of the Universe. I'll admit it may be an odd fantasy, but then I've always been a bit odd. I think it suits me.

But anyway, every time I hear Princes of the Universe I get a near overwhelming urge to reach for a flogger. And yesterday, with the help of a very good friend I finally got the chance to make that particular fantasy come true. Even though it was only 3 1/2 minutes of an hour long flogging, (yes, you read that right. 1 hour. 60 minutes... details to come I promise) it was very fufilling.

I mean can any of you listen to this without the urge for a good beating/lashing pumping through you?



I had a bit of trouble deciding which flogger went with the music best, though. I have um....quite a few floggers. I haven't counted up how many recently, but depending on who you ask I have:

A) Wow... a lot

B) Waaay too many

C) More than ought to be allowed by law.

(The same has been said about my number of hairbrushes, paddles, wooden spoons, etc)

Any way you look at it, I had quite a few choices. I wanted something with a lot of thud for some hard blows matching that pumping rhythm, but I also wanted something light enough for fast, tight figure-8s that would barely brush the skin. The key to a good flogging is mixing it up a bit, and I wanted to match the different paces of the song with different flogging rhythms. I also wanted something that would be about medium intensity.

Finally I decided on my silicone angel hair flogger. Now here's the thing. I have made all of my floggers myself, except for this one, mainly because I could see and touch this one before paying for it. It's also the only decent whip I've ever found at an adult/novelty store.

It looks a lot like this one, only mine is royal purple rather than red. My little bunny calls it "purple girl". I found it at my local Spencer's, if any of you are curious. I've been quite happy with it so far. In this case it turned out to be the perfect choice.

So there I was, Queen pumping through the speakers, whip flying like mad, my playmate sinking deep into subspace as the blows landed.

A dream finally come true.

Ms. Betty

Moving

So I've decided to move my Yahoo groups over to Google. The move is the right choice for a lot of reasons, but moving 3700 group members, tons of files, and all of our pictures is a daunting task.

That I was prepared for. What caught be by surprise was the feeling of being set adrift that came over me about 2 minutes after I made the announcement. Change brings good things, and I love a new adventure, but at heart I'm an earthbound sort of girl. I like having my roots. When I'm done traipsing through the Milky Way I want to know the same old home is waiting for me with all its comforts. Yesterday I deliberately cut off those roots to gamble on an uncertain future.

Still I'm glad I did it. I won't bash Yahoo outside of Yahoo, but it was getting pretty rough over there.

The last time I threw myself fully into the future without looking back I bought Leann Rimes' album Twisted Angel. It helped keep life livable for a very long year. This song was one of the ones I played most. I still turn to it when I need a little boost.



Wish me luck everyone.

Ms. Betty

That Darn Cat!!!

She's done it again!

Some of you may remember me talking last week about our little miss Maggie kitten and her absolute fixation with my new quirt.

Well, she seems to have upped the ante. I just went to get the quirt and it's missing from it's hook in the closet. Blast it all! I need that quirt. I have a session tomorrow.

I know she did it. What I can't figure out is how she did it. We are talking about a hook in the back of a 2 ft deep closet, a good 4 feet up, with the shelf above it overhanging the hook by 18 inches at least, plus being another 2 feet up. No furniture close enough to reach from the top off, and while she's fairly tall I can't see how she could have worked it off the hook from the floor.

No idea where she hid it, either. She's not talking. She just keeps giving me smug looks.

How am I supposed to work like this?

Ms. Betty

Tips On the Proper Use of the Ping Pong Bat

Though I give spankings rather than receiving them, I do understand that quite a few women out there desire/enjoy/feel the need for a good spanking from time to time. It is for them that I offer the following advice, given by Ms. Slocombe of the classic British comedy program, Are You Being Served?

"You can't have ping pong bats with knickers. They just don't go together."

Well ladies, I'm sure you all know what that means:




Happy spanking!

Ms. Betty

Where the blogs are...

Hello everyone.

Ms. Betty is neck deep in a big project to be revealed this Wednesday. As a result of spending a great many hours each day working on it, I'm having very little time to write our blog. I'm afraid you'll have to bear with me for a day or two.

In the meantime, a special request for Vincent:



And maybe one more, so we can end on a happier note.



Hey, so what's with me an the Oldies, anyway? I wasn't even born yet when most of this came out...

Well it's simple, about the time I started kindergarten Rick Dees, one of the first sleaze/shock jocks first made his appearance, soon DJs on stations all over becoming more and more vulgar by the day. My mother, being at all times a lady even if she was the ultimate flower child was thoroughly disgusted by this behavior. She was also something that was getting rare even then...a real parent. She quickly decided there was no need for me, or my still in diapers sister to have to be exposed to such garbage. So from then on, our house stuck to the oldies stations.

Living in a beach front town, there was still a lot of nostalgia for the surfing era and plenty of stations playing the music to match. So these are the songs of my childhood. Good, upbeat, clean music that still says a little something about life. I knew all the words to the Beach Boys and the Beatles biggest hits by the end of first grade, but graduated from high school without knowing the words to a single rap song, or being able to name a single rapper.

These days, Oldies to me bring back memories of summer drives with Dad as we all went down to the beach,(never, ever, every take tuna to the beach!), picnics, drives up the coast, and the Fourth of July show at Vets' stadium put on by the Long Beach fire department, complete with a demonstration put on by our local police dogs. My favorite? Ringo, the German Shepard, of course, handled by Officer Debbie, the first --and for 6 years the only-- female officer in the LBPD canine unit. Oh, and mom's triple-threat oatmeal cookies with semi-sweet, milk chocolate and butterscotch chips.

Happy Monday everybody! And, just in case you're sitting there with the Monday blahs, here's the cure:



Ms. Betty