Friday, December 31, 2004

Well a Happy New Year to all

I thought it best to make sure people knew I was still around, well only just, this month has been an absolute nightmare what with birthdays, then Christmas.. then new years he he, well I could be fooled into believing it happened every year.........


Enough blabber


HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL THOSE TO WHOM I'VE BEEN AQUAINTED AND THOSE WHO I MAY KNOW IN THE NEW YEAR THAT FOLLOWS. ALL OF MY LOVE AND BEST WISHES TO YOU ALL. XX

Sunday, December 19, 2004

A little more seasonal than the one before, but a good one, with me you'll agree, all the more :)

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
Her pleas could be heard as her panties came down.

"Oh Santa, dear Santa, don't spank me, I pray!
I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!"

But Santa just chuckled, "I've heard that before
From many a bad girl with bottom so sore

As she wriggles and squirms 'neath his hand's hearty sting.
But a promise like that - why, it means not a thing.

What matters, dear One, as you'll very soon see
Is that you should be spanked across Santa's broad knee

Till your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!"
And with that, the old fellow did just as he'd said,

And proceeded to spank her with all of his might
Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,

And each swat, ringing out like a loud pistol shot,
Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.

Then, when she'd been hand-spanked with many a smack,
The jolly old fellow reached into his sack

He produced a fine paddle of well-seasoned wood.
"Now, this is the thing that makes naughty girls good."

He remarked with a grin. "And I think you'll soon find
How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind!"

"Oh please, Santa! No more!" she cried in dismay,
But the paddle cracked down without further delay,

And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.

Poor Dear how she wriggled but all was vain,
For the paddle descended again and again

Till her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore
And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.

But at last he relented allowing her to rise,
Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,

And murmuring, "There, it's all over, my dear!"
Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.

Then he exclaimed, "Well Miss, your sweet bottom so curved
Has had the sound spanking it so richly deserved.

From now on, I'm sure, I don't need to explain,
If you're good then I shan't have to spank you again.

But if you are naughty - remember, my dear,
That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!"

Then smiling, he shouldered his bulging big sack,
And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.

So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,
With a song in her heart and her bottom aglow

And a sense that all manner of things were all right.
But she slept facing down on her tummy that night.

Monday, December 13, 2004

Christmas just aint what it used to be.....

'Twas, the night before Christmas, and all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse.

No kids lived with me, so I thought I would chatter.
There'd be no damn reindeer, and no stupid clatter.

There'd be no fat elf, coming through my chimney.
I'll be alone, my computer and me.

I won't race to the window, to see him arrive.
I'll just sit right here... with windows ninety-five.

There's no one I know, as I'm surfing around.
None of my regular buddies are to be found.

I went in some chat rooms, but quickly got out.
Age, sex, location is all that's about.

As, I was about to go check out the net.
I got an E-mail which I didn't expect.

A lady told me, she had read my profile.
And, ask, if I might like to chat for a while.

She said, if I didn't, then she would just leave.
But, she was so lonely, on this Christmas Eve.

She said, it's the first time, she'd ever been on.
But, she heard, computers, could be so much fun.

She said, the computer, was usually locked tight.
But, she said, her husband, left it on... tonight.

He's away on some business; He'll be gone all night.
So, she thought she'd use it, "I guess it's all right."

She started to tell me, about her whole life.
How, she was expected to be a good wife.

She talked of her anger, frustrations, and needs.
Because, she was forced, to do such silly deeds.

She talked on and on, from one thing to the next.
Then finally told me.... she was oversexed.

She didn't have sex, with her husband, she told.
He's always too busy, and getting too old.

Then, she wrote me something, that made my heart vex.
She asked me to teach her, to have cyber-sex.

I said, if she wanted me to, that I could.
Then after an hour, she got really good.

After five hours, my fingers were sore.
I told her, that I couldn't go anymore.

She said, that was fine, because she was tired too.
And anyway, her husband, soon would be due.

She said she would be on, the same time next year.
Then asked, if I wouldn't mind, meeting her here.

She said, only.... on this night, she could be found.
It is only.... this night, her husband leaves town.

She said bye, and signed off...and I had to pause.
I think I just cybered....with Mrs. Santa Claus!!!!

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Who says getting old makes you weaker?

Just take a looky here

Looky what someone got for my Birthday


Ok So I thought I’d try it out, only seemed right that you do it at least the honour of testing a product that someone has kindly donated to your toy-box…

Only trouble is…. When corn is heated…..




WHO'S AN OLD LADY NOW THEN?

Happy Birthday to me...
Happy Birthday to me...
Happy Birthday to meeeeee
Happy Birthday to me

:o)

I am 27 years young.