Spank Me Please Tommy Lee Jones
I am a total spanko. And it is so deeply ingrained in me that I really think it is part of who I am....and a part I can't just cut away. Hmm. Maybe I should say spank whore. No matter what, I will find the "spanko-ness" in anything, whether I am looking or not. And I always blush accordingly. Yup. An insatiable spanko.
I ran away to the circus this weekend and it was a blast. I went on all the rides, drank too much beer, ate too much junk and stayed up too late. As I said, it was a blast. And I saw a woman do things with hula hoops that....well, lets just say I will never look at a hula hoop the same way again. Ever. Study Boy remarked that he found her performance remarkable without them. The hula hoops were an added bonus.
Anyway, besides women doing sexy things with hula hoops, the Big E has an area where you can see people doing things like making brooms, or soap or carving furniture. It is sort of like a period village where you witness tradesmen/craftsmen at work from the early 18th century. We paused to watch a man who was giving a demonstration on wood carving and he was showing the various items that a wood carver would have made back then.
One of the items was this large flat looking paddle. He held it up and asked the crowd what it was, and of course I blushed, my first thought being "I wonder how that would feel on my bottom?" What I found most amazing was that people in the crowd shouted out things like, carpet beater, butter churner.....that sort of stuff....no one said paddle. Could the entire crowd be made up of vanillas?
K saw me blushing and smirked. He leaned in close and whispered, "You are pathetic, you know that?" I of course tried to play it off nonchalantly by pretending that I didn't know what he was talking about, but he wasn't fooled. He just smiled and said, "Yeah right. I know what you were thinking when you saw that paddle."
Okay. So it was a paddle, and paddle shape, so obviously any spanko would have had the same thought as me.
Tonight however, was a little different. A couple of friends decided to stay after we got back from the roadtrip and we spent the night watching really cheesy movies. One of the movies we watched was Man of the House with Tommy Lee Jones. In the movie, he is a Texas Ranger who has to protect five college cheerleaders who have witnessed a murder and he does that by moving into their house on campus. Now let me add a disclaimer here by saying it was an incredibly stupid movie. It really was. Really.
Back to the "plot"....and I use that term loosely:
He is a law abiding, very "high socked" Ranger who gets his patience sorely tested by these five girls who hate having to be under house arrest to be protected, and instead want to be able to go about their daily cheerleading lives, go on dates, not do their homework, etc. The Ranger is authoritative, bent on not only protecting them but also instilling order and the girls are basically good, but rebellious. Sounds like the perfect spanking premise to me!
The movie was stupid, but I was glued to it. Totally glued to it. Why? Because Tommy Lee Jones played this strict no nonsense father figure type who gave the girls rules and boundaries. There was even one scene that was almost pulled directly from one of my fantasies: Two of the girls sneak out to a pool hall, get in trouble, and he has to go and drag them out of the bar and bring them home.
Of course my fantasy always ends up with me getting spanked. ;)
Was it the uniform? The fact he was a Ranger? I mean law enforcement is authority. His stern demeaner? The rules he provided and his...strictness? Probably all of the above, but now I am all spank horny.
The movie got me all spank horny and now all I can think about are the swoony fantasies I can't help but conjure up, that replay scenes from the movie with "minor" changes, including, lets say......*me* being one of the girls under house arrest and of course, spankings. Lots and lots of spanking. By Tommy Lee Jones.
I am now all spank horny because of an old fashioned clothes washer (that is what the paddle was for, by the way....to wash clothes) and a really, really corny movie starring Tommy Lee Jones.
And I am blushing. Good grief.
I am an insatiable spanko through and through. And I should probably be whacked.......soon. Hopefully soon ;)
I ran away to the circus this weekend and it was a blast. I went on all the rides, drank too much beer, ate too much junk and stayed up too late. As I said, it was a blast. And I saw a woman do things with hula hoops that....well, lets just say I will never look at a hula hoop the same way again. Ever. Study Boy remarked that he found her performance remarkable without them. The hula hoops were an added bonus.
Anyway, besides women doing sexy things with hula hoops, the Big E has an area where you can see people doing things like making brooms, or soap or carving furniture. It is sort of like a period village where you witness tradesmen/craftsmen at work from the early 18th century. We paused to watch a man who was giving a demonstration on wood carving and he was showing the various items that a wood carver would have made back then.
One of the items was this large flat looking paddle. He held it up and asked the crowd what it was, and of course I blushed, my first thought being "I wonder how that would feel on my bottom?" What I found most amazing was that people in the crowd shouted out things like, carpet beater, butter churner.....that sort of stuff....no one said paddle. Could the entire crowd be made up of vanillas?
K saw me blushing and smirked. He leaned in close and whispered, "You are pathetic, you know that?" I of course tried to play it off nonchalantly by pretending that I didn't know what he was talking about, but he wasn't fooled. He just smiled and said, "Yeah right. I know what you were thinking when you saw that paddle."
Okay. So it was a paddle, and paddle shape, so obviously any spanko would have had the same thought as me.
Tonight however, was a little different. A couple of friends decided to stay after we got back from the roadtrip and we spent the night watching really cheesy movies. One of the movies we watched was Man of the House with Tommy Lee Jones. In the movie, he is a Texas Ranger who has to protect five college cheerleaders who have witnessed a murder and he does that by moving into their house on campus. Now let me add a disclaimer here by saying it was an incredibly stupid movie. It really was. Really.
Back to the "plot"....and I use that term loosely:
He is a law abiding, very "high socked" Ranger who gets his patience sorely tested by these five girls who hate having to be under house arrest to be protected, and instead want to be able to go about their daily cheerleading lives, go on dates, not do their homework, etc. The Ranger is authoritative, bent on not only protecting them but also instilling order and the girls are basically good, but rebellious. Sounds like the perfect spanking premise to me!
The movie was stupid, but I was glued to it. Totally glued to it. Why? Because Tommy Lee Jones played this strict no nonsense father figure type who gave the girls rules and boundaries. There was even one scene that was almost pulled directly from one of my fantasies: Two of the girls sneak out to a pool hall, get in trouble, and he has to go and drag them out of the bar and bring them home.
Of course my fantasy always ends up with me getting spanked. ;)
Was it the uniform? The fact he was a Ranger? I mean law enforcement is authority. His stern demeaner? The rules he provided and his...strictness? Probably all of the above, but now I am all spank horny.
The movie got me all spank horny and now all I can think about are the swoony fantasies I can't help but conjure up, that replay scenes from the movie with "minor" changes, including, lets say......*me* being one of the girls under house arrest and of course, spankings. Lots and lots of spanking. By Tommy Lee Jones.
I am now all spank horny because of an old fashioned clothes washer (that is what the paddle was for, by the way....to wash clothes) and a really, really corny movie starring Tommy Lee Jones.
And I am blushing. Good grief.
I am an insatiable spanko through and through. And I should probably be whacked.......soon. Hopefully soon ;)