The Shearing

The Shearing to Come
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To pose is uncertain…
What of the contrast below her veil of vertigo?

Crown a gasp of held memoirs, of locked currency braised young. You hold a malleable casing, to knead knuckles upon her door. Beg only one betrayal of virtue a moment, of the hardened thorns sheathed to her heart.

When crawling the membrane of the girl’s past eye; seek to separate—disembowel the one who has soiled the lamb. Shears were left to rust the mind.

You persuade to use them with a gloved touch—to wear the demons mask…
Oh—she fears the first score! But knows, faithfully well, the hand that will cut.

Frame her—
Your screen of skin.

Rasp firm yet tender, for 'O' marked her deep.

Have a Rosy Bottomed Christmas!

It's very early here in the desert state and very cold this Christmas AM. I expect a number of boys and girls have already dragged their parents out of bed for the present frenzy, hot chocolate, and cookie chaos that is Christmas morning.

I wanted to take a moment to offer some thanks for the many gifts that have been bestowed upon me this last year:

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First and foremost to Ma'am--Thank You for You, Your love, support, and sharing with me the joys that life can have! You have taught me many things this last year and the one that stands out the most has to do with the passion in which You live Your life and allowing me to share in this journey with You... It's been an enlightening and most beautiful path Ma'am... This girl is very grateful for You.

To Julz--Thank you for the many years of friendship, sisterhood, and all the pep-talks! It's been a crazy ride :-D. Mostly for being a constant I can always count on!

To Birdie--Thank you for your friendship and sharing your words with me. This love and understanding of the power of words is something I know we can both relate to! Have strength and take heart sweet Bard!

To Scotty--Thank you for your wonderful kinky self, your friendship, and for being there for Ma'am and I. Also, for your most generous hugs!!

To Miss Wednesday and D--Thank you both for your friendship and support! D-thanks for being a great fellow Brat! Hope to see you both soon! :-)

To the readers of this blog--Thank you for reading, sharing your thoughts, and insights to the world of spanking and kink! It's wonderful to be able to share this with so many people! Have a very Merry Christmas... Spanking!

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Well, dear readers, I am sitting here with a purring kitty on my lap who helped wake me up this morning. He's waiting for his breakfast....Time to greet the day!

:-D

Jenni

Thoughts on Ma'am...

What does one call their Dominant? Don’t ever try using the term ‘Dude’…It doesn’t fly well…

This came up between my Dominant and I during one of our sushi outings the other week before a play party. In the parking lot prior to our entrance into the sushi restaurant I teasing referred to Her as ‘Dude’ to get Her attention (not something I recommend trying) and was informed that I was not aloud to use that term ever again with Her and that She would enjoy disciplining me over that fact if I screwed up in the future…not a likely thing to happen on my part, and it was said with a little bit of teasing from Her, but the message was loud and clear to me none the less.

I have wanted something personal and special to call my Dominant when addressing Her. Using just Her name seemed, to me, to be lacking in the respect and formality due Her because of the position of great importance She holds in my life. This is a privilege to me and one that I love to employ. It’s a special term I get to use between us. More often than not, in the past, we have never really used each others names. I am often called sweetie, honey, girl, or JenniDoll—all pet names I adore hearing. I have often referred to Her as my Dominant, Miss Chris, MC etc in my writings and just by Her name for other things.

After some discussion She decided that we would try out my using Ma’am in reference to Her when the need calls for it. I love having this more formal title to refer to Her by. To me, it holds an air of respect and faith in Her. It’s also nice that I can freely make use of the title in public without anyone really giving much of a second glance. Some just might think me respectful and its ‘vanilla’ enough to be able to pass as a polite formality in public and nothing more.

Ma’am is most befitting of Her and is the reference I will be using from here on out in my writings. The term ‘Dominant’ may still pop up in exchange, but they are referenced as the same wonderful Person.

Dictionary.com quotes Ma’am to mean:

Ma'am\, n. Madam; my lady; -- a colloquial contraction of madam often used in direct address, and sometimes as an appellation.

Quite the difference when compared to their definition of ‘Dude’:

Dude; Slang. fellow; chap.

Although Ma’am, and others, might be interested to know that this term does have a place in the Victorian age:

“1883, "fastidious man," New York City slang of unknown origin. The vogue word of 1883, originally used in ref. to the devotees of the "aesthetic" craze, later applied to city slickers, especially Easterners vacationing in the West (dude ranch first recorded 1921). Surfer slang application to any male is first recorded c.1970. Female form dudine (1883) has precedence over dudess (1885).”

Though, I don’t think calling Ma’am ‘Dudline’ or ‘Dudess’ will go over well either…and I don’t really want to find out what would happen if I tried those terms. I have a feeling a certain Ebony paddle would be re-introduced to my bottom and I don’t care to make its acquaintance again!

:-D
Happy Spanking to you and yours!
Ma’am’s JenniDoll a.k.a Jenni Mack

Kink Jingle...

In honor of the Christmas spirit here’s a little ‘Kink Jingle’ of the 12 Days of X-mas to be sung from last stanza order. (I figured it would be to painful to type out the WHOLE version of this…)
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Jenni’s Kink Jingle
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On the twelfth day of Christmas my Ma’am gave to me…

12 of the Best
11 leather floggers
10 OTK’s
9 whip lashes
8 crepe turners (inside joke :-D)
7 silver hairbrushes
6 lexan paddles
5 purple welts
4 severe strappings
3 wooden spoons
2 red cheeks
and a long bare bottom spanking!

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That would equate to quite the red-red bottom and stocking stuffed full of toys...(one can dream)

:-D

Gospel Hunt--A Poem

First, it must be known that I survived finals! Yeah freedom is mine if only for a brief bit!
Posting should be more regular. Thanks for being patient this last week readers!
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Gospel Hunt
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Rusted hinges loosen,
The hungry gate unlocks.
i bolt.

Possessive of a wild restraint,
i run on Your dominion.
You pursue.

A delicate canter begins,
Rustle of love bundled in white
i reflect.

Evoke a reckoning plight
An origin of penitence
You atone.

Caught by equities praise,
Your name crushes my lips.
i kneel.

Expose the pale neck
Teeth graze a throat,
You taste.

Gasp of raw bliss ensues
A head lulls astray to hand
i succumb.

Weld the light; refract
Shade the pliable fawn.
You assess.

To share of her hide?
Specimen appease of senses?
i wait.

Judged the slay simonies.
Imbibe the captured vein.
You prevail.

Restless of the body,
Bury the useless remains.
i descend.

The beloved Hunter & the fawn,
take communion of one another.
We’re home.

On Restraint...

No, I don’t mean the vanilla definition of holding back! I mean the actual apparatus in the average toy bag of any one of our wonderful kinky community members!

I was gifted a matching set of wrist and ankle restraints from my Dominant a few months ago in my favorite color of baby pink. I love to match and these go perfectly with my aftercare blanket—also a gift from Her.

In the beginning, when I first started to wear them, I was not sure I liked the feeling right away. Each piece of the set was added one at a time over the course of several weeks. The new adornments took some getting used to. As time went on, I have come to adore wearing them whenever I am home and feel almost naked without them whenever I am outside of the house and have come to greatly dislike taking them off. I would love to figure out a way to wear them all the time and welcome ideas if anyone has any—but I don’t think that is a possibility in our current vanilla societal state.

There is some formal procedure that has developed with them as well. I like to have them put on me when I get home and that act is done very lovingly and with hugs. It’s also become symbolic to me in that it’s become part of a daily ritual I really look forward to. Being bound like that reminds me of my place, my service orientation, and the feelings of trust and love that exist between us—it goes deeper than that though for me.

I have found that a part of me really needs that symbolic and physical connection to my submission. The restraints have been added to this category along with a necklace I always wear. The necklace has an antique key (my symbol) we found together on one of our antiquing expeditions and a new addition of a Vintage Victorian Hairbrush Charm—again another sweet gift. Some people have told me that I sometimes toy with the charms around my neck. I realize that they have become a comfort to me and a reminder of what life is really all about—love, connections, truth, trust, and passion.

Love of others and self
Connections with humanity, animals, earth mother and within
Truth in thoughts, words, and deeds
Trust in others and self
Passion to really live, even when you think your ember may be burnt out—there’s always a spark hiding amongst even the blackest of coals.

Having both these symbolic physicality’s on my person is something that is really satisfying. I feel loved, empowered, safer, and I just feel more… period— because every time I move I am aware of their presence. The addition of the restraints makes me more conscious of certain everyday acts such as getting dressed, showering, washing my hands, cleaning, and typing even. I get to think about them several times a day—which is the point.

They are an exquisite constant….

Skool Daze

Here are some fun pictures from a recent photo shoot of my Dominant MC and I that I'd thought all you readers might enjoy:

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Sometimes listening in class is hard to do...

You'd think I'd learn that day dreaming is always rewarded with the 'Board of Correction'...

I didn't...so the trusty old hairbrush was brought out!Do you think I learned my lesson yet????

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-giggles-