Moonscape

Jul 24, 2017 by

Even though she isn’t wearing pants, or anything else, apparently, I do hope she has her boots on. This view of a side-lighted moonset over a mountain of rock looks as if it might have been taken in the Mojave Desert, where you do not want to be abroad without footwear, day or night.

Her shadow is interesting. Is it possible that a horned owl has suddenly grown a rather fulsome human body? Or is it the other way around? Only her photographer knows for sure.

That is all.
Devlin out.

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Guest Post – “Sex with Shakespeare” by Keri

Jul 22, 2017 by

Sex with Shakespeare by Jillian Keenan,

a review by Keri

 

One of the things I love about our blite family is that, along with talking about TTWD, and we talk about that constantly, we have a wide range of other interests. That, coupled with the fact that our fearless leader, Professor O’Neill, is an English major, makes for very lively discussions. Another favorite topic, of his and ours, is Shakespeare. The Bard wouldn’t have minded talking about TTWD, I don’t think, had the subject been brought up around him, which makes Jillian Keenan’s lovely memoir that much better.

 

Jillian has TTWD in common with those of us who frequent the blite, and like many of us, she was born that way. She has always been fascinated with spanking, and so have I. It was encoded in my DNA, and there has been no way to get around it. That is just one of the many quirks I have in common with Jillian. In fact, so many are the mutual idiosyncrasies, that I could feel every emotion, every word written, as if it came from me.

 

Jillian studied Shakespeare, even did her college dissertation on his plays, which she uses to help her navigate through life, a life that has been fraught with the baggage that can come from living as a spanking enthusiast. For most of us, the girls who do TTWD, spanking isn’t baggage, not really. However, for many of us growing up knowing we were just a tad off center when it came to sex, life was tough. Jillian chose to allow the characters from her favorite Shakespeare plays to guide and shape her. What’s more, she lets us take a peek at what happens when a fetishist mixes with some of Shakespeare’s greatest characters, and when they collide, it’s pure poetry.

 

The in-depth study of many of Shakespeare’s most beloved, flawed characters was fun, yet poignant. She breathes life into them as they materialize in front of her during difficult or important times in her life. They speak to her, give her advice, and encourage her to keep moving forward. They even have a few things to say about her spanking fetish. The Bard was and has been her friend while she learned to embrace her spanking side, even allowing it to rule, on occasion.

 

I related to her on so many levels that I actually sent her a short email thanking her for being brave and honest and, in some instances, my hero. I enjoyed Shakespeare with her. I enjoyed being a fellow spanking enthusiast with her. I realized, along with Jillian, that it’s not such a bad way to be. I can’t imagine any of my blite sisters not loving this book. The Professor turned me on to it, and a blite sister did the same for him, so thanks to you both.

 

If you’re looking for something to read that’s entertaining, a little naughty, and truly insightful, I highly endorse Sex with Shakespeare.

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Pinup Friday

Jul 21, 2017 by

This is not, strictly speaking, a pinup picture, but I find it very soothing to the eye and the spirit, so I’m sharing it with you. It’s called The Lake. I love the mist rising from the water and the way her hair catches the morning sun.

It reminds me of September Morn, the idyllic Paul Chabas painting, only more open. This girl looks like she is either freezing or has just noticed a troop of very attentive Eagle Scouts out for an early swim.

At any rate, do have a relaxing weekend, and if you can work in some soothing or a bit of idyllic, as well, go for it.

That is all.

Devlin out.

 

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Back To School – A Bit Differently

Jul 20, 2017 by

Usually, the back-to-school blite post is chock full of paddles, plaid skirts, canes, and girls’ bare bottoms. This time around, however, we’re going to have fun being serious about kids’ education.

A good friend asked if any of the stores were doing special deals on school supplies for kids whose families couldn’t afford all the stuff they need. I did some research, and found something even better – a Pack the Backpack program sponsored by one of our local community organizations.

Mainly, what they do is tell people like me, who don’t have kids but do have some time and a little extra money to spend on a very young total stranger who really wants to learn. I consider the sixty-some dollars I laid out buying and filling one of these backpacks an investment in my future readers, and quite possibly I encouraged a young Devlin O’Neill or Ashlynn Kenzie to pick up a pen and write something new and exciting and brilliant.

Plus, I had an absolute blast cruising up and down the aisles at Target, the shopping list provided by the Pack the Backpack people firmly in hand, joyfully filling a cart with give-away goodies – Christmas in July, indeed!

We were a bit surprised that the big pile of treasure fit into the packs, but it did. Tomorrow, I will take the packs to one of the community centers near my home and drop them off so they can go where they are needed most.

We are the villagers of this global village, and all children are our children. So if you can afford it, and maybe even if you can’t, give yourself a treat and commit a random act of kindness.

I see some of you holding back. Perhaps you need a bit of encouragement. Say, twelve licks’ worth. Maybe that will loosen your grip on the debit card.

Enough said.

Professor Devlin out.

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Just Kidding

Jul 18, 2017 by

Stella knew it was a mistake, even in the midst of doing it. It had seemed like such a good idea when she and her girlfriends first thought of it. And since they were who they were — the Three Messketeers since grade school — they had pushed and cajoled each other, on and on and on, until the deed was done.

It was not that heinous, really, their awesome prank, and quite funny, when the girls thought about it.

But then, afterwards, when the task was accomplished and Stella was alone, she thought about it again, and decided that he might not think it all that funny.

It really was too awful that Stan could not appreciate harmless humor in the same way she and her friends did, but, still, she was sure she could mitigate his irritability when he returned home that evening.

Perhaps, Stella decided, if I wait in his favorite chair, with my best makeup on, all his remotes put where they are supposed to be for a change, and my panties pulled down for him when he comes in after seeing his vintage Jaguar in the garage, covered in saran wrap and liberally doused with glitter, he will just laugh, smack my bottom with his big hard hand a few times for fun, and ask me, where shall we go for dinner? 

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When Stan came in, however, he did not do so quietly. He shouted her name a half dozen times, loudly and like he meant it, as he entered through the garage, gritting his teeth and yanking the heavy leather belt at his waist from its loops as he stalked through the house. 

The  awful shouting and the sound of his belt made Stella’s tummy do quite extraordinary flips. She immediately abandoned her plan and rushed, voluntarily rather than having to be told, to the corner, except with her back up against it, moaning and wailing at the thought of the supremely serious hiding her bottom was about to experience.

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Sorry, Stella.

Devlin out.

 

 

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