The People I Play With

This past couple of months have seen me playing rather more than the previous couple of months (and possibly some months before that!) Some scenes are very short, lasting minutes at most, some far longer, two or three hours. As I was thinking over some of these scenes it struck me just how varied the styles of the various people I play with are.

There are great role players - imaginative, and able to create and see through believable scenes, sometimes over extended periods of time.

There are the people who are downright mean, and who don't particularly care that they are, in a rather hot way.

There are people who are give the most gentle and caring spankings, that make you feel warm and glowy. Yes, glowy's a word. My blog, my words!

There are those people with whom I can be really submissive, though even then that manifests itself in different ways with different people, depending on their styles.

There are people who can deliver perfect floggings, ones that leave me so spaced out I can barely talk.

There are people with whom there was instant chemistry, which the passing of time doesn't seem to diminish.

There are the ones where spankings are just downright fun, lighthearted things to be played with, inducing smiles and laughter.

There are the ones who let me spank them, and who will probably give far better than they get in return.

There are the ones who are willing to see me cry, to push me to that and let me have that release.

There are the ones who I could talk all night with instead of playing, because we are friends beyond spanking.

A lot of people are combinations of several of these.

How lucky am I that I can have all that variety, and so many different experiences?

Pretty darn lucky, if you ask me.

Raindrops On Roses....

Etc. etc.
Well, I'm always going on about what I *don't* like, so I thought for once I'd think about some of my favourite things!

So what do I like when it comes to all things spanking?

I like nice, long hand spankings with lots of build up and rubbing of cheeks.
I like straps that thud but don't sting.
I like floggings. Soft ones. Hard ones. Ones that wake me up. Ones that send me into a wonderful stupor. Ones that involve parts of me other than my bottom. In fact I love floggings.
I like being embarrassed with people I trust.
I like being made to cry. Some days I just really, really need that.
I like my head being messed with a little bit in a scene.
I like the relationship that builds up over time when you play with someone, how trust deepens to allow you to play in more intense ways.
I like that there are certain women that I rather enjoy whacking, and who also, and more importantly, let me whack them!

Most of all, I love the fact that I have such a fabulous network of friends who are there with spankings, love, support and friendship.

The Spanking Collection

Today is an exciting day. No, not the end of August. Believe me, that's depressing, not exciting for summer lovers like me! No, the exciting thing is the release of The Spanking Collection.

This new collection of stories, which have all been written exclusively for this project and contributed for free by their authors, is being sold in aid of Cancer Research UK, to whom all profits go.

I have to confess that I've had an advanced copy of the book for several weeks, having written the introduction for it, but I've not actually read any of the stories yet, as I wanted to wait until I could get an actual, real life copy of the book to read! Happily, that day has now arrived, and I, along with the rest of you, can get both print and electronic copies of The Spanking Collection. If you follow the link here, you will be able to see a full list of the stories and their authors, plus information on where you can get hold of the paperback version and Kindle, Nook and other ebook reader versions.

So go ahead and treat yourself to some original stories from some of the most interesting writers of spanking fiction out there, and do some good at the same time. It's a win/win situation, if you ask me!

Kinky Holidays

I've never been on a vanilla type holiday with a kinky friend before. I've been on kinky holidays, most notably to Florida Moonshine last year, and on kinky weekends away but not on a "normal" holiday with a fellow kinkster.

This changed last week when I went on a last minute week away to Greece with my lovely friend Sarah. There were indications of the way things were going to pan out right from the start of the week. Soon after take off I started flicking through the in flight magazine. An article called "Six Of The Best", adverts for products called "Bad Gal" and "Hairbrush Hits"... was this a magazine designed specifically to startle kinky girls? Then one of the programmes on the TV service referenced "kinky quiche". What sort of flight were we on? And more to the point, what on earth is kinky quiche?

The mystery of the kinky quiche was never fully solved, and we landed, picked up an extremely decrepit hire car and headed to our apartment complex. On the way, Sarah got very overexcited as we passed a large shop called My Uniform, complete with a window display of all sorts of uniforms. I was driving so couldn't look that closely, but she reliably informed me that there was nothing that looked like school uniform, but that there was a very nice maid's outfit that was sparking her interest. After we had checked in, we heading off to the supermarket for the important things we would need to sustain us throughout our holiday (the main three being tonic to go with the duty free gin, tzatziki and Toblerone). There, as we were browsing, the most wonderful sign greeted us:

I'm not sure what an "Underware Shock" is. Is it realising you have the wrong knickers on? Or none at all? Is it the pain you feel every time fresh cane stripes rubbing against your clothes? Of course, there is an argument that is is merely a poor translation and should actually read "Underwear, Socks" but I prefer my theories.

Now neither Sarah or I would claim to be particularly switchy, but something about being in each other's company with available implements to hand seemed to "turn" us, and there were several wallopings given and received during the course of the week. She, it turns out, is really rather good at hand spanking. I, being absolutely useless in this particular field stuck to using her hairbrush. And don't worry, it's a plastic one, so is not as ouchy as many fellow members of its species.

One thing that Greece is well known for is its crafts, both woodwork and leatherwork. A browse of the local town one day led us to find the most beautiful wooden paddles (sorry, cheeseboards). We couldn't help but purchase one each. A second trip to the supermarket (we'd run out of gin. Oh, and Toblerone...) turned up a whole host of fly swats in pretty colours. And a final shopping trip for gifts saw me impulsively purchase a beautiful large olive wood spoon. Unfortunately a little too impulsively, as the spoon has a flaw in the ladle part. Some research that evening, though, led us to find that the handle is long enough and sturdy enough to be used as quite an effective spanking implement in its own right.

Thank you to Sarah for her wonderful company on holiday, and providing me such an appealing target for my spanking practice!

Under The Weather

I've been feeling distinctly under the weather this past few days, having come down very suddenly with a stinker of a cold during Monday night. I was very sensible on Tuesday and Wednesday and spent both days either sleeping or resting. The trouble was, by today, I was bored of being ill. So I drove into work to get my laptop.
I only managed two hours in the office before I was so shattered I had to come home again, but when I got back I worked all afternoon until about 6pm, and then decided I really should go to rehearsal as I'd missed all this week's. Unfortunately I only got ten minutes down the road (it's a 25 minute journey) before I had to give up and turn back as my eyes were watering so badly with tiredness that I couldn't actually see the road.
This is my trouble - my stubborn mentality will mean that I just push myself to keep going when I really should rest. So what I really needed this week was someone who would make me go upstairs at 8pm, put on my pajamas, follow me up, turn me over their knee, give me a firm spanking* and put me to bed.
Of course it doubtless would fail in real life as I'm a contrary madam and would probably smack whoever tried. It's a nice little dream, though.

* Firm bedtime spankings do NOT include hairbrushes. There's a law somewhere which confirms this.

In Search Of Lost Memory

People often threaten me. Well, by people, I mean tops. Normal people rarely threaten me, and I'd probably be a bit more concerned. As it is, tops' threats rarely bother me. Because, let's be honest, most of them don't exactly seem to be wonderfully blessed in the memory department. Or at least in the "remembering offences/cheek/random misbehaviour" area. If I had a pound for every time a top had threatened me with some horrible retribution and then forgotten about it five minutes later, I'd be quite a rich woman by now. Of course if I'd had a cane stroke for every time, I'd be quite a sore woman!

As is my way, I was wondering, and I thought I would enquire more generally. Is it just the tops I know who are less than formidable in this area? Or is it tops in general? So feel free to answer the following poll. You can answer it if you are a top as well. As long as you do it honestly, because we'll be watching.

Tops' Powers of Recall

How good is your top's memory? Memory like an elephant, never forgets a thing, dammit Their memory's OK. They generally remember to carry out threats Memory? I'm surprised they remember their name/to get out of bed in the morning/put on underwear. Current Results

Running In The Family?

I've had various conversations over the past few weeks where people have talked about either the suspicions they've had that family members are kinky, or the absolute proof that they have of that fact. This is always a difficult question for me. On the one hand, I have to deny absolutely that there is any genetic element in my kink. Obviously there's not. That's just a very squicky idea, let's move on please, and fast.

Of course, on the other hand, I've heard enough anecdotal evidence to suggest that even if there is not a genetic element to kinkiness for me, there certainly seems to be for other people.

So, without further ado, a little poll. Also feel free to add comments if you have any thoughts on this subject.

Runs In The Family

Are you aware that anyone in your family is kinky? Yes, I'm sure that someone in my family is kinky. I have my suspicions that someone is. Lalala, I'm not listening - stop talking about kink in relation to my family! Current Results

Lighthearted?

Reading Emma Jane's post from the weekend, many thoughts and feelings struck me. I'll admit that a certain amount of awe was one of the thoughts. Emma Jane plays much more deeply than I ever could. She surrenders herself to a role, a situation, to the pain, in a way that I don't even think I could begin to reproduce. I've never witnessed her going into her deepest moments, but even reading about it scares me a little bit. I'm not sure I could actually see my friend in that state, even if on an intellectual level I know that this is what she wants, and trust the people that she is playing with. The few times we have played scenes together (that were much less intense than this), the hardest part was watching her reactions, hearing her pain and knowing I was a cause of it. I genuinely don't think I would cope with being a witness to or cause of something worse.

There was another feeling that I had though, and that was jealousy. Obviously not jealousy of that level of intense pain, or even intense role play, but jealousy of something being that "real". It made me realise that the last time I played in situations that really got to my head, where I was forced to submit, was back in January/February time, and I'm starting to miss that. It's not that I haven't been spanked (and strapped, and caned, and birched!) in the meantime. I have. I've also roleplayed, and it's all been fun, but I think that even though some of the people I've played with in these last few months are the sort of people I've played deeper, more intense (my level of intense!) scenes with before, the sort of play that has been happening since the new year has mostly been fun, lighthearted, not really headspacey.
Which is good, as that's what I really needed. As I'm sure you've all realised from my blog the past six months or so have been stressful for me. I've not always felt up to playing at all, and had a good two month (if not more) period where the whole idea was a bit of a turn off. So I would not have been ready in these last few months to play at any level more than "lighthearted". The fact that I'm starting to crave that sort of play where I'm made to submit makes me think that I am now ready again for that.
Which is a bit of a bugger, really, as I'm about to get (if it's actually possible!) even busier. So finding time for "real" play, as opposed to fun, lighthearted play, will get even more difficult.
I suspect there is no solution to this. I need someone on tap, ready at a moment's notice, able to fit into my schedule when I want to play. Which is a little unrealistic ;-) The only viable solution for this would be to actually go through with getting that man in the shed. You know, the one who's going to do my gardening and insect removal. I'll make sure he's a damn good top as well, and ready to spank me at a moment's notice.
That'll work, right?

Playing In Public

Haron wrote a post a couple of weeks ago about public play, i.e. being spanked in a room where others are not playing, but just socialising. She asked what people's feelings were towards this sort of public play – Embarrassed? Indifferent? She said that she sometimes feels as though she's imposing on people in scenarios like this.

It made me start thinking about that scenario in particular, and public play in general. Eighteen months or so, the idea of public play would have completely freaked me out. I had only ever been spanked in private, me and the person doing the spanking. If anyone had suggested that I widen that group of people who could see my bottom, I probably would have sprinted several miles in the opposite direction. I also wasn't that comfortable with the idea of seeing other people being spanked.

In March, that “one-on-one-only” mentality changed when I was spanked by two people at once, but it wasn't until the early summer of 2009 that I actually started going to events where a) I would see other people getting spanked and b) other people would see me getting spanked. Having always been somewhat on the shy, retiring side, especially when it comes to my body, I was very surprised to find that I actually wasn't that bothered about people being able to see me getting spanked. That has persisted to this day. If I'm with a group of people who will not be surprised to see a girl being spanked in the corner, then I really don't have a problem with being that girl. I generally also don't feel as though I'm imposing on anyone or forcing them to watch my spanking. The times when I'm in a group situation where a spanking might happen, that exact possibility is pretty much taken for granted. It surprises no one, and I would imagine if anyone felt truly uncomfortable with watching, they would either remove themselves from the situation or would not have attended the event in the first place.

I do find it strange though, how I could have gone from being so shy, to being basically pretty much indifferent to being upended in public! Well, that's a little disingenuous; I do still get a little mortified, but not really enough for it to stop me misbehaving ;-) More interesting though are the things that I still do find embarrassing. Don't ever threaten me with a public spanking, public as in outside, where non-kinky people might see. I'd probably hurt you in some unspecified way before fleeing. That one is a hard limit for me.

The other thing that I still can find incredibly embarrassing is undressing when I'm just playing one on one with someone. Even partially undressing, just taking off my knickers, in the right circumstances, with the right language, can make me more embarrassed than being spanked in a group ever could. Strange, isn't it?

A Plea For Understanding

Ladies and Gentlemen, I want to bring to your attention a distressing problem that someone you know may suffer from. A problem that blights the lives of its victims, who should be given sympathy and understanding. This terrible affliction causes agony, mental anguish and pain for those poor souls, and its name is this: Cheekiness.

People who suffer from Cheekiness are often unfairly penalised because of the misunderstanding surrounding this illness. But what the public at large often fail to grasp is that Cheekiness is not, as often assumed, a choice, or something that the sufferer can control. Rather it is a compulsion. When the urge to be cheeky threatens to strike, there is nothing the afflicted person can do to stop the inevitable utterances, even in the most unfortunate situations. To punish or discriminate against them in any way for this behaviour is wrong. They know not what they do.

Take this scenario: A poor young woman, over someone's knee, being spanked. Would any sane, healthy person choose that time to comment disparagingly on some quality in their spanker? For instance their singing voice? Of course not! This is the act of someone who cannot help themselves.

Punishing these poor people harder is merely counterproductive and unhelpful. Instead, compassion and understanding should be shown. So the next time you encounter a cheeky remark, maybe from someone over you lap commenting on your inability to count, think to yourself:

"Do I want to discriminate against the afflicted?"

You know the right answer, my friends.

Spank-A-Long

What do you do on a dull, cold Sunday afternoon when you've decided that you really actually can't be bothered to go and visit that nice stately home that you were planning to visit?
Why, you can invent a new spanking game. Well, it's probably not that new, but I thought it was a good idea.
To play this game you need a few things:

Tops.
Bottoms.
Popocorn.
A television.
A selection of bad films, preferably with a school theme, or something with spanking potential.

Now, as we all know, most contemporary films don't have spankings in them, and that's probably all to the good if we're talking about children, but I'm sure you would all agree that some films would be improved A LOT by some additions to the action. So, this is what you do. You settle down with the tops, bottoms, popcorn, TV, films and remote control. You watch the film, then, whenever you think that there SHOULD have been a spanking, the tops pause the films, and administer said spanking to one (or all) of the bottoms present, in lieu of the film's character being spanked.

Now, I would name a selection of films which I think would work for this purpose, but I really have no desire to have 10 year olds stumble across my blog whilst googling for their favourite film. So instead, I will give you some links you can go and look at if you'd like some suggestions:

Bad film, great uniforms
Bad film, with identity crisis (it's been released with three titles!)
Not a bad film, but probably lots of opportunities
Hours and hours of fun. And Alan Rickman.
You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off....

Anyway, I'm sure you get the drift. The game is called Spank-A-Long. Because instead of Singing-A-Long, you're Spanking-A-Long. Look, I never said I was imaginative, did I?!

Any suggestions of other films gratefully received.

Position Vacant

I'm single, and for the most part happily so. I'm fundamentally a loner, and a selfish one at that. I love my own company, being able to do what I want, when I want, making my own decisions, running my own life. Just once in a while, though, it would be nice to have a man around the house. Not so much to do those things I can't do, but to do those things I can't be bothered doing. So to remedy this situation, I'm thinking of placing a "Position Vacant" advert.
What do you think?

Position Vacant: Man Of All Work

Duties include:

Tyre pressure checking

Lawn mowing

Shopping Mule, especially when recreational rather than food shopping

DIY duties - hanging pictures, painting decking, tiling, plumbing.

Periodic insect clearance

Gardening advice (esp. regarding what are weeds vs actual plants that should be kept)

Sex on demand

Spankings as/when needed (must be handy with canes and straps)

Dishwasher unloading

Vacuum Cleaner bag emptying

Taxi on demand

Suitcase carrying

Payment:

The pleasure of my company (when I'm in the mood)

In addition accommodation will be provided. In the shed. It has a light, you know, and curtains, and if I run the hose from the outside tap to the door, it will have water as well. What do you mean it doesn't sound very comfortable?!

So, think I'd get many responses?

Time To Get Over It

The time has come to get over it. It being my fear of being spanked in the house. This somewhat irrational (OK, maybe not that irrational!) fear has been with me for the past two and a half months, since I moved, and is occasionally heightened by hearing the neighbours sneeze!

I now no longer have the option of being squicked by the thought of spanking noise being overheard by the neighbours. This is because in under 48 hours there will be up to eighteen spankos in the house, invited by me to my kinky housewarming party. It would be more than a little unreasonable to invite a bunch of kinky folk to a kinky housewarming, and then ban play, wouldn't it? And to be honest, knowing the propensity of some of this lot to starting to whack people with merely the slightest provocation, I suspect banning them from playing would be a pointless task anyway ;-)

So yeah, time to get over the anti-spanking-noise hang ups. I suspect the most effective way of doing this may just to be get rather drunk, lose my inhibitions and not care what's happening. The other option, staying sober and freaking out, doesn't seem like such a good idea.

Head Vs Other Head

The kink is slowly returning. I had my first "proper" spanking courtesy of Emma Jane last weekend. I survived ;-) I think it was good, but if I'm being very honest (and this in no way a reflection on EJ!) mostly I remember being panicky about the sound travelling. Hopefully I'll get less worried about this as time goes on, or maybe experiment with different locations.

That spanking, and conversations with EJ have kick started the kinky part of my brain. There are various fantasies spinning around in there. Dark fantasies, for me, if not for others. Strappings, birchings, canings. Being tied down, having control taken from me, being in someone else's; prison scenarios, reformatory scenarios, things removed from my more normal schoolgirl fantasies.

So that's what the fantasy part of my poor little confused brain is longing for. However, then the other part of my head intervenes. The realistic part. The part that actually has to process the pain. And it tells me to shut the hell up immediately. Because spankings hurt, and strappings hurt, and canings hurt, and though I've yet to experience a birching, only a very silly person would bet on them not hurting. And I don't like pain... and I haven't been spanked in a while... and I don't want to be spanked... probably.

Ack. Which part do I listen to?!

"We're Downgrading, Actually"

I am installed in my new home, and my mobile broadband is working, so I thought I would take a little pause in my unpacking efforts to blog about my trip to London.

Of course, this was one of the most important weekends of my life, so I thought it would only be appropriate to shoehorn in a visit to the Covent Garden Branch of Coco De Mer along with all the other things I was doing. As you do.

My partner in crime on this little jaunt was the inimitable Emma Jane, and we decided to visit Coco De Mer prior to afternoon tea at the Berkeley hotel. (Another experience which is thoroughly recommended!) Once we'd found the shop, we wandered around looking at the various things for sale, and trying fairly hard not to faint at the prices. The stuff is amazing, but the vast majority of it is not for young ladies who have just had a substantial increase in their mortgage repayments!

There were however, a couple of things which caught my eye, and made their way into my hands. Unfortunately, they are both wooden... I think I was suffering from "pretty disease" again. This is where I buy something (especially knickers and implements) because they are pretty.

I'm having trouble uploading the photos, but the links to the two paddles here. First, a beautiful spatula spanker, and second, the thing I had gone for in the first place, the utterly gorgeous rubberwood paddle. I actually picked up two of the paddle, one for me and one as a present, and Emma Jane had a spatula spanker as well. As we were walking to the till, one of the assistants came up to us and enquired whether we were experienced in spanking and flogging, as the implements we were holding were quite severe.

I blushed, stammered and decided that I'd quite like to sink into the nearest hole and hide there for a while. Emma Jane, on the other hand, with great presence of mind, replied.
"Yes, we are experienced. We're downgrading, actually, with these implements."

Of course, it remains to be seen whether they can actually be classed as "downgrading". I'm sure they could be used sensually and gently, but I'm equally sure that most tops of my acquaintance will not be able to resist using them rather more than "gently"... That being said, when I've had chance to test them out properly, I'll report back!

Giving Up The Knickers

Knickers are so pretty. Frothy bits of lace, silky ones, ruffled ones, cheeky slogan ones, turquoise ones, pink ones, white, black, navy, green, red... I love them all. I love owning them, looking at them, wearing them, and I love buying them.
I can actually identify the start of my knicker buying obsession (and believe me, it is an obsession, or possibly an addiction). It was when I went to New York in October 2008. On that trip I was trying to cut down on my book buying habits, I have actually improved on that front by the way, but I seemed to somehow substitute books for knickers, and it got worse, and worse, and worse, and worse, and worse, and worse until today I realised that I had managed to buy yet another five pairs of knickers in two days.

Just looking back over my blog to pull out all my knicker buying posts has made me ashamed, and if I hadn't already realised that I have a problem, that would have done it.

The time has come for a change. I must have (and I've not counted) getting on for 200 pairs of knickers now. Silly and excessive, especially as at least 150 of those have been bought in the last 16 months. So I'm going to do something about it. I'm going to stop buying knickers. First of all until Easter, two months away. Call it an early Lent decision. In general, if I really set my mind to doing something, it will happen, so I've got a pretty good feeling that I can stick to this. However I want added incentives, and this is where my friends come in. Adele Haze has already offered to confiscate two pairs of knickers for every one that I buy, but I think I need something even more drastic than that, so I'm hereby giving every top that I play with permission to give me six strokes of the cane if they find out I've bought any knickers between now and Easter!
The thing is though, none of them are going to get the chance to do that, as I *will* be strong!

How Long Does A Spanking Last

Jessica posted a couple of days ago about a fifteen minute timer owned by Abel, which could be used to administer 15 minutes worth of spanking. She was saying that this is quite a long period over which to spank or be spanked. It then occurred to be that I have no idea whether this is a long time or not.

I think I can safely say that I have no concept of how long any of my spankings have lasted. This is partly because I don't wear a watch I suppose. Also because I don't have a clock in my living room. I mean, I can tell you that ones I've had at things like Lowewood days were probably pretty short, but when I'm playing one on one with someone, no idea. 3 minutes? 20 minutes? Absolutely no idea! Maybe I should start keeping an eye on the time next time I'm spanked. Just in the interests of being better educated, obviously!

New Year - New Scenes

So, about 3 years ago (at least that what it feels like) I started a post reviewing my fun in 2009. I'm still writing it. It might appear by 2011... in the meantime:

I don't generally do making New Year's Resolutions. My year round resolution is to be happy. That's it. Nothing more complicated. So I try and do whatever I need to do to accomplish that. Which obviously is a lot more complicated than it sounds, but hey, I try!

So, because I don't do New Year's Resolutions, I haven't made any specific kinky ones. There are some kinky things I would like to accomplish this year though:

1) I want to properly try out my new strap, and also my new canes which I bought in a fit of madness. I'll try and post a photo in the next couple of days so you can all laugh at my insanity.

2) I want to play a "proper" role play scene with a male top and a female top at the same time. Maybe with both as guardians, or two school teachers, or a prison officers or something. I imagine this would be really rather hot, and not something I've ever done before.

3) Thinking about it, I don't think I've had two male tops dealing with me at the same time in a role play scene. So yeah, that would be something else I'd like to do. And while I've had two female tops dealing with me simultaneously, and it was very hot, and I'd do it again any time!

4) I'd also like to do more joint scenes with fellow bottoms, as they are always fun.

5) I'd like to maybe explore my submissive side more. It's in there somewhere, I know. It once in a while rears it's head, and I'd like to explore what it is that triggers this.

6) I'd like to have some more foreign kinky fun. I'm already going to Nimhneach for a return visit later on in the year, and there are a couple of other things that are on the cards which would be fun.

7) Host a fabulous kinky house warming party. With Champagne. You've been warned.

8) Spend lots more time with all the amazing people I got to know in 2009 and hopefully meet lots more amazing people!

Happy Christmas To Me

I got back home today to find this parcel awaiting me - one of my Christmas presents to myself: Isn't it beautiful? It's from Spankinggood.co.uk. I've been looking for a looped strap since I had one used on me by Jessica's He Who Must Be Obeyed at a club. I'm a big fan of straps anyway, generally, and looped ones seem to deliver a wonderful thuddiness while being quite easy for the top to wield. I can't wait to have someone use it on me!

Christmas Knickers

I am going to follow European tradition, and wish you all everything that you want for Christmas, whether that be a wonderful time with family, or a peaceful time without them! For those of you for whom this is a "first" Christmas of the wrong sort, hang on in there. It's hard, I know, but believe me that it does get a little easier as time passes.

In the spirit of gift giving, I'm giving you all a present tomorrow - a story. Completely unrelated to Christmas, but you can't have everything!

As an early Christmas present, I thought I'd share some of my more recent purchases:

CHRISTMAS KNICKERS!

One for the naughty girl.....

Who then changes her mind!

I didn't have any mistletoe, but luckily, I don't seem to need any:

Happy Christmas, everyone!