Puzzle Fun!

Wow, Friday already! This week has gone by in a blur.

Sit back and relax, everybody. Take a break and have some fun.

Happy Friday!



Puzzle courtesy of Jigzone.com

I want my living room back!!!

It's been a week since the water heater burst upstairs.

The carpet pads are still wet. It's starting to smell, and we still can't put anything back in our one and only storage closet.

The good news is I spoke with our apartment manager yesterday, and we should have new carpet today.

If not...I'm going after somebody with a whip.

Ms. Betty

A Man's Belt

lI've talked to many people over the years about my love of men's belts, but I'm not sure if I've mentioned it here before.

In the shortest terms, I agree, as many spankos do, that a belt is the ultimate symbol of masculinity. The smell of the leather, the weight, the jingle of the buckle; all of these things say "man" in a way nothing else quite does.

To me, there is nothing quite so powerful as making a man surrender that symbol to me. I make a ritual of making him take it off, hand it over, bare his bottom and place himself in position for punishment. Sometimes I will take it off and take it from him, just as sometimes I will bare a man's bottom myself. (It makes them feel so helpless to be undressed that way), but my favorite is to go through the ritual of surrender.

Using a man's own belt to spank him with is actually an idea I picked up from an old sit-com. (No, I'm not kidding.) I used to watch old re-runs of What's Happening, and every time Rog was in trouble, mom told him to hand over that belt.

Then when I started spanking it was just plan practical. I wore (and still wear) lots of skirts, so I didn't really wear belts. The guys did, though. I soon realized that if he always wore a belt and I always carried my hairbrush at any given time I had 2 implements plus my hand ready for on the spot spankings.

I do have a belt of my own, a long, thick heavy strip of brown leather hanging on a special hook in the closet. When I certain problem child came along he didn't wear belts and during the year it took to con him into getting one , er get him to understand the subtle delights of wearing a constant reminder of his status around his waist, I had to have something that would do the job. Sometimes only a belt will teach the lesson that needs to be taught.

I never wear it, though. I do own belts that I wear, but women's belts never seem to be suitable for spanking. They are either too light, or entirely too decorated. Most aren't even leather.

The other day the buckle on my black belt broke. I was getting ready for work so I didn't have time to go buy another one. I ended up borrowing one of my husband's for the day. It was black, thick and wide with that basketweave pattern on police belts and holsters. I've coveted this belt for years and would love to have it in my toy collection, but it's his and he's keeping it. I liked wearing it, though. Strike that, I loved wearing it. There was something very nice, and very em, stimulating about having a man's belt on. I kept fingering the tail of leather that stuck out past the buckle and wondering what it would be like to be watching the expression on a man's face as I whipped it off and told him to bend over...

It's funny, because I never thought I'd like wearing a man's belt, but I really do. So now I'm thinking, since I need a new belt anyway, and I really hate women's belts, I may see about buying a mens' belt instead.

Bottoms up, boys.

Ms. Betty

Do I Really Need Yet Another Hairbrush?

I ask myself that every time I wander down the hair care aisle. I stand there, weighing plastic and wood, looking at shapes, feeling weights and surface textures. It seems to me these days that most hairbrushes are pretty much junk, so I almost always pass. Every now and then, though, something great or different surfaces and I know it's a must for my ever growing collection.

This time it was the Edge brush by Goody. I found it at Wal-Mart. It's a wooden brush, about a 1/4 inch thick with a rat-tail handle. What's so unqiue about it is that the brush is only about 1/2 an inch wide. Imagine a toothbrush with a head about 4 inches long and you'll have the idea. It's not has heavy as some of the worst brushes out there, but it is a bit heavy for it's size. It produces a sharp, biting sting and might actually make some welts on a tender bottom. It isn't really an all over bottom blisterer, but I'm thinking it is going to be quite effective in the crease between someone's bottom cheeks and thighs, along the sides of the crack, and in other sensitive places.

Not bad for $2.

Ms. Betty

It was supposed to be my day off!!!

Friday.

Payday.

Who wouldn't love to have the whole day stretching out in front of them with nothing to do and maybe a few fun errands to fill it?

But nooooo, not for Ms. Betty

At 9 AM the apartment manager showed up to inspect the apartment. As we still have everything piled all over the house because of our still wet carpet, I was not happy about having someone poking around, not at 9 o'clock in the morning. Not on my day off. I wanted a long lazy cup of coffee and a chance to shuffle around in my robe for a bit before a shower and a day out on the town.

Thankfully the inspection went quickly. The management was apologetic about what the broken water heater upstairs had put us through and they understood just how we felt. A few questions and it was all over.

I started to head towards the bathroom for my shower, but there was a knock on the door. The drywall guy was here to finish the walls and ceiling. The ruined hallway happens to be the hallway leading to our bathroom, so the shower was going to have to wait.

Good workmanship takes awhile. Not that I'm complaining, he did a beautiful job, but we were sitting and waiting while he did it. Then, of course, the painter had to come in. I was really impressed. They did a fantastic job. Really above and beyond. They fixed the moldings that had been loose, put plastic down over every inch of anything that might even come close to getting messy and when they were done they cleaned everything spot by spot with a sponge. Wow, wow, and wow.

No sooner did they leave than the carpet guy showed up...

The good news: the giant fans are gone. The bad news, the carpet padding is still wet. In the carpet cleaners' professional opinion, there is nothing more to be done. The disinfectant may prevent mold from forming, but we still need the carpet replaced because water is going to keep seeping up from the pad. So that's the next battle.

But by this point, it was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I still had to shower, change, go by work and get to the bank. Far from my slow relaxing day, I was suddenly in a frantic rush.

So much for my day off.

Ms. Betty