Very soon, my husband and I will celebrate our wedding anniversary. We promised ourselves that on that date we would be in Paris and so we leave shortly for an overseas holiday together for the first time in many years.
I cannot promise anything but I hope to made additions to this journal whilst we are away.
Try to be as good as you can in that time, although I confess, I intend to be very, very naughty.
Be well.
Vesta
Showing posts with label naughty girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label naughty girls. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Humor
I'm learning quite quickly these days. I am clear about the fact that inappropriate responses, lack of patience and displays of frustration are not at all worth the consequences.
Yet, I am who I am and at heart I'm still very cheeky. Most of the time I can squash the urge to come back with a retort, but sometimes it just pops out.
Last evening, I was asked a most typical question. Was I wearing my pluggi? Well, no, not yet, since I'd just had my shower and had not got to that yet.
"What are you waiting for?"
And, a particular thought entered my mind, and I just could not hold it back. I didn't even consider holding it back. I just said it.
"Godot. Waiting for Godot."
There was no response.
But it was funny, wasn't it?!
"Nup. Still waiting for an answer."
Oh well.
And, then this morning...
"I'll be back in ten minutes. You'll be ready, won't you?"
"Yes, yes, I'll be ready."
And ten minutes later,
"Are you playing on the Internet again???" I hear as I scurry to look like I'm ready to leave.
And, a few minutes later, when I see him sitting at his desk to make a quick call, I say to no-one in particular,
"Oh well, I guess I'll go to the car..."
"Ohhhhh, that will cost you!!" he calls out from his study.
Sometimes, I wonder if people these days have lost their sense of humor. Lucky I still have mine though.
Right?
Yet, I am who I am and at heart I'm still very cheeky. Most of the time I can squash the urge to come back with a retort, but sometimes it just pops out.
Last evening, I was asked a most typical question. Was I wearing my pluggi? Well, no, not yet, since I'd just had my shower and had not got to that yet.
"What are you waiting for?"
And, a particular thought entered my mind, and I just could not hold it back. I didn't even consider holding it back. I just said it.
"Godot. Waiting for Godot."
There was no response.
But it was funny, wasn't it?!
"Nup. Still waiting for an answer."
Oh well.
And, then this morning...
"I'll be back in ten minutes. You'll be ready, won't you?"
"Yes, yes, I'll be ready."
And ten minutes later,
"Are you playing on the Internet again???" I hear as I scurry to look like I'm ready to leave.
And, a few minutes later, when I see him sitting at his desk to make a quick call, I say to no-one in particular,
"Oh well, I guess I'll go to the car..."
"Ohhhhh, that will cost you!!" he calls out from his study.
Sometimes, I wonder if people these days have lost their sense of humor. Lucky I still have mine though.
Right?
Friday, January 1, 2010
The calm before the storm
We have had such a lovely holiday here in the country. We have enjoyed the slower pace of life, the lake and achievements in the garden; walking, talking and the opportunity to relax. A sense of calm was our constant companion over the week.
Of course, there remained elements of my submission as constant reminders of my place. I don’t speak out of turn and my ideas are nicely embedded in sweet subtle suggestion. I have faithfully upheld my end of the bargain on my daily ritual and this sense of containment has kept me aware of my state. All in all, there was nothing to get in the way of this girl enjoying her time away; except for one thing.
My submission is not something just in my head; my mind. Nor is my submission something that I can achieve alone. Of course, my nature is submissive whether I have a man around or not, but my submissive nature is not fulfilled without use.
For several days it was a pleasure to see my man up early, full of endeavour to achieve this goal or that. I doubt there is a woman alive who does not enjoy watching her man in full pursuit of physical achievements. His little sail boat saw the light of day, the garage was cleaned out; old bushes met their fate and stumps were ground out. What bliss! A man needs sleep, of course, and when my man fell asleep on the couch several nights in a row; his girl was understanding and gently eased him off to bed. All was well.
On the morning of the New Year this girl had had enough of ‘endeavour’. Where was his interest in her!?!? It could be said that her subtlety was hiding.
“Great start to the New Year! Where exactly is your libido?!”
Shock! Horror!
“Oh, you naughty little thing! You are so in need of maintenance. It is such a mistake to not spank you regularly!! Hands out in front of you around the top of the mattress, please. A few strokes of the cane for your bottom...
“You think my cock doesn’t go hard when I do that!? Well, get up and put this in your mouth and tell me if it is hard enough for you. That’s right. Gag on it; suck it and keep sucking. Perhaps, you are feeling a little more submissive now. You so need to be used, don’t you?”
“Duhhhh”
“Right! Over these pillows right now. And, I’ve heard enough out of you. You can wear this in your mouth. And, this over your eyes. And, you won’t need the use of your hands. Give them to me, or it’s ten of the cane. One...two...that was lucky! So, you don’t want the cane? Well, you can have a few strokes anyway.”
“Owwwwwww. Owwwwww”
“Mumble away all you like, my dear. Be my guest, but you need your bottom warmed with my hand now, too.”
“Owwwww Pweeeth sthwoooop.”
“Now, that’s a much better state of affairs. It’s all glowing now. Time for your ass plug. Push out. That a girl. Now, I am going to enter you and I want to hear music this time, not the words of that nasty girl. That’s it, girl. Sing to me. Keep singing. Ohhhh, so you like that? Well, I like it too. Mmmmm, that is some high notes there, girl. Is that getting to you? Then let’s give you a little more of that. Nice and deep, and slow. How long can you keep singing? Let’s see...
“Well now I am going to take my pleasure, little girl, so sing away because I am about to plunder you, hard and fast...”
“There now, is the girl feeling better? Just nod. You are? Good. On your side. That’s the way. Would you like the sheet over you? Yes? And here’s a rub. Off to sleep, now. I’ve chased the black dog away. He’s gone now. Here’s a kiss. Off to sleep.”
A few hours later, having slept the blissful kind of sleep that is only attainable after being put to good use, my dear owner arrived with some breakfast and as I ate, he sat beside me.
“Why in God’s name can’t you just tell me when you are in need? Why do you have to sit like a shag on a rock or an ornament on a shelf, just hoping that something will come your way?”
“Because, I can’t. If you don’t know that by now...”
“Yeah, right. I forgot. You are a submissive. You are covert.”
“Am I difficult?”
“Oh boooooy, are you!”
“But, that’s why I married you. I knew you could handle it.”
“I knew there had to be a reason. Drink your tea.”
“I love you, owner.”
“I love you too, girl.”
Happy New Year, everyone!
Of course, there remained elements of my submission as constant reminders of my place. I don’t speak out of turn and my ideas are nicely embedded in sweet subtle suggestion. I have faithfully upheld my end of the bargain on my daily ritual and this sense of containment has kept me aware of my state. All in all, there was nothing to get in the way of this girl enjoying her time away; except for one thing.
My submission is not something just in my head; my mind. Nor is my submission something that I can achieve alone. Of course, my nature is submissive whether I have a man around or not, but my submissive nature is not fulfilled without use.
For several days it was a pleasure to see my man up early, full of endeavour to achieve this goal or that. I doubt there is a woman alive who does not enjoy watching her man in full pursuit of physical achievements. His little sail boat saw the light of day, the garage was cleaned out; old bushes met their fate and stumps were ground out. What bliss! A man needs sleep, of course, and when my man fell asleep on the couch several nights in a row; his girl was understanding and gently eased him off to bed. All was well.
On the morning of the New Year this girl had had enough of ‘endeavour’. Where was his interest in her!?!? It could be said that her subtlety was hiding.
“Great start to the New Year! Where exactly is your libido?!”
Shock! Horror!
“Oh, you naughty little thing! You are so in need of maintenance. It is such a mistake to not spank you regularly!! Hands out in front of you around the top of the mattress, please. A few strokes of the cane for your bottom...
“You think my cock doesn’t go hard when I do that!? Well, get up and put this in your mouth and tell me if it is hard enough for you. That’s right. Gag on it; suck it and keep sucking. Perhaps, you are feeling a little more submissive now. You so need to be used, don’t you?”
“Duhhhh”
“Right! Over these pillows right now. And, I’ve heard enough out of you. You can wear this in your mouth. And, this over your eyes. And, you won’t need the use of your hands. Give them to me, or it’s ten of the cane. One...two...that was lucky! So, you don’t want the cane? Well, you can have a few strokes anyway.”
“Owwwwwww. Owwwwww”
“Mumble away all you like, my dear. Be my guest, but you need your bottom warmed with my hand now, too.”
“Owwwww Pweeeth sthwoooop.”
“Now, that’s a much better state of affairs. It’s all glowing now. Time for your ass plug. Push out. That a girl. Now, I am going to enter you and I want to hear music this time, not the words of that nasty girl. That’s it, girl. Sing to me. Keep singing. Ohhhh, so you like that? Well, I like it too. Mmmmm, that is some high notes there, girl. Is that getting to you? Then let’s give you a little more of that. Nice and deep, and slow. How long can you keep singing? Let’s see...
“Well now I am going to take my pleasure, little girl, so sing away because I am about to plunder you, hard and fast...”
“There now, is the girl feeling better? Just nod. You are? Good. On your side. That’s the way. Would you like the sheet over you? Yes? And here’s a rub. Off to sleep, now. I’ve chased the black dog away. He’s gone now. Here’s a kiss. Off to sleep.”
A few hours later, having slept the blissful kind of sleep that is only attainable after being put to good use, my dear owner arrived with some breakfast and as I ate, he sat beside me.
“Why in God’s name can’t you just tell me when you are in need? Why do you have to sit like a shag on a rock or an ornament on a shelf, just hoping that something will come your way?”
“Because, I can’t. If you don’t know that by now...”
“Yeah, right. I forgot. You are a submissive. You are covert.”
“Am I difficult?”
“Oh boooooy, are you!”
“But, that’s why I married you. I knew you could handle it.”
“I knew there had to be a reason. Drink your tea.”
“I love you, owner.”
“I love you too, girl.”
Happy New Year, everyone!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Naughty = good
As a girl with a silly but scrumptious sense of humour and a deep desire for delicious, decadent delights (hello, David!), I can say that I love my current life. I can be sad or worried or disappointed and so on, for sure, but I find those negative states so darn uncomfortable and I quickly revert to seeing the good in life and in my life.
Nothing beats laughter. If you go past any elementary school playground at lunchtime you will hear laughter. Children laugh a lot. They find the obtuse in life and rather than take it too seriously, they let off steam by running around madly and laughing their heads off at the silliest things.
Of course, I am surrounded by such mirth and high jinks on a daily basis. Not a day goes by when my youngest child doesn't tell me about something that he saw on Utube that has him in stitches. My eldest child, when he was at school, would have a story for us over dinner, each night of the school week. One day, in English class the teacher began to talk of 'Hiawatha' and a friend of his jumped onto his desk, ripped open his shirt and began to beat his chest. The cute female (and studious) teacher looked shocked and immediately said,
"You will write at lunchtime, 200 times, 'I will not beat my chest in English class ever again.'
We all laughed our heads off. As a family, we just can't take that sort of stuff seriously. (How am I doing, David?) Mind you, if one of mine had done that, I would have made it pretty clear that I didn't approve at all. I'm pretty sure that all of them have done naughty things, from time to time, because signals are given between them that indicate they are holding one another's secrets. I just say, "I don't want to know. If it was in the past, keep it to yourselves."
My daughter is not happy about all these brotherly escapades. She would listen to their tales of life at school in amazement. She went to an all girls school and one night she said,
"Every night I listen to all these things that happen at your school. It sounds like so much fun. But, if we did something like that, we'd be expelled. It's not fair."
Double standards for boys and girls still abound. Girls who are naughty get into lots of trouble whilst for boys, it is considered something to be expected. At least, that is the way it works in my neck of the woods.
Girls did what they could to rebel the system. They had a go at wearing their skirts too short, or drawing on their dull black shoes. They did anything they could to make the point that they were individuals with a desire for fun and high jinks, just like boys. Their little rebellions were soon stomped over by the authorities and I can't tell you how tired it got, taking the calls of the music mistress that my daughter had absconded with her friend and wasn't at orchestra rehearsal, again. I made excuse after excuse for them, seeing their need for some devilment.
I am naughty. I miss my bedtime a lot, and it's a pretty generous bedtime at that. I don't always do what I should and I sometimes do what I should not. I play on my feminine wiles and I've been known to be cheeky and irreverent. (This must come as a bit of shock to you! I'm sorry!)
But, you see, the point is here that naughty is actually good. Let me make that clear for you:
Naughty = good
If I were bad, that wouldn't be good.
Bad = not good
However, naughty is entirely acceptable. Being naughty is fun and girls want to have fun. And, what is more, boys like girls who are fun. So, that means they must like naughty girls.
I wanted to take the time to explain this to the kinksters of the blogosphere because I think there has been some confusion about this, and hopefully now you've got it straight.
Naughty girls are really good girls who enjoy life and like having a bit of fun. Boys lik dat. Boys lik gurls that are a bit norty. Norty norty gurls, they say. But, they lik it. They do!
Naughty girls are simply those girls who are in touch with their youthful vitality and sense of fun. They see the joy in life and it can lead them to be a bit norty.
Like boys.
So, the next time you are called "a naughty girl!", take it as a compliment. Ask yourself, if I was not naughty sometimes, would he like that? Of course not! Well, there you are!
Nothing beats laughter. If you go past any elementary school playground at lunchtime you will hear laughter. Children laugh a lot. They find the obtuse in life and rather than take it too seriously, they let off steam by running around madly and laughing their heads off at the silliest things.
Of course, I am surrounded by such mirth and high jinks on a daily basis. Not a day goes by when my youngest child doesn't tell me about something that he saw on Utube that has him in stitches. My eldest child, when he was at school, would have a story for us over dinner, each night of the school week. One day, in English class the teacher began to talk of 'Hiawatha' and a friend of his jumped onto his desk, ripped open his shirt and began to beat his chest. The cute female (and studious) teacher looked shocked and immediately said,
"You will write at lunchtime, 200 times, 'I will not beat my chest in English class ever again.'
We all laughed our heads off. As a family, we just can't take that sort of stuff seriously. (How am I doing, David?) Mind you, if one of mine had done that, I would have made it pretty clear that I didn't approve at all. I'm pretty sure that all of them have done naughty things, from time to time, because signals are given between them that indicate they are holding one another's secrets. I just say, "I don't want to know. If it was in the past, keep it to yourselves."
My daughter is not happy about all these brotherly escapades. She would listen to their tales of life at school in amazement. She went to an all girls school and one night she said,
"Every night I listen to all these things that happen at your school. It sounds like so much fun. But, if we did something like that, we'd be expelled. It's not fair."
Double standards for boys and girls still abound. Girls who are naughty get into lots of trouble whilst for boys, it is considered something to be expected. At least, that is the way it works in my neck of the woods.
Girls did what they could to rebel the system. They had a go at wearing their skirts too short, or drawing on their dull black shoes. They did anything they could to make the point that they were individuals with a desire for fun and high jinks, just like boys. Their little rebellions were soon stomped over by the authorities and I can't tell you how tired it got, taking the calls of the music mistress that my daughter had absconded with her friend and wasn't at orchestra rehearsal, again. I made excuse after excuse for them, seeing their need for some devilment.
I am naughty. I miss my bedtime a lot, and it's a pretty generous bedtime at that. I don't always do what I should and I sometimes do what I should not. I play on my feminine wiles and I've been known to be cheeky and irreverent. (This must come as a bit of shock to you! I'm sorry!)
But, you see, the point is here that naughty is actually good. Let me make that clear for you:
Naughty = good
If I were bad, that wouldn't be good.
Bad = not good
However, naughty is entirely acceptable. Being naughty is fun and girls want to have fun. And, what is more, boys like girls who are fun. So, that means they must like naughty girls.
I wanted to take the time to explain this to the kinksters of the blogosphere because I think there has been some confusion about this, and hopefully now you've got it straight.
Naughty girls are really good girls who enjoy life and like having a bit of fun. Boys lik dat. Boys lik gurls that are a bit norty. Norty norty gurls, they say. But, they lik it. They do!
Naughty girls are simply those girls who are in touch with their youthful vitality and sense of fun. They see the joy in life and it can lead them to be a bit norty.
Like boys.
So, the next time you are called "a naughty girl!", take it as a compliment. Ask yourself, if I was not naughty sometimes, would he like that? Of course not! Well, there you are!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Is that the time?
I have been good in lots of ways! I've been keeping very calm, and I have kept all the balls in the air. I am juggling quite well; calm, centred, patient, relaxed; organized. Just the way my husband likes it!
Alas, even the best jugglers in the world sometimes drop a ball.
I was surfing away on the Internet, lap top on knees, all snug in bed last night, having a lovely time. My man was away and there was no-one to ask "Why do you still have that thing on?", while I scurry to turn it off. Lovely.
But then...well...time got away from me, and the next thing I knew it was very late at night (read: early in the morning).
So this girl is rather tired, and now needing to run fast to catch up with the day.
My apologies for nothing interesting to read today. It was indeed very naughty and I'll try to make up for it with a spanking story over the weekend. You'd like that...wouldn't you!?
Alas, even the best jugglers in the world sometimes drop a ball.
I was surfing away on the Internet, lap top on knees, all snug in bed last night, having a lovely time. My man was away and there was no-one to ask "Why do you still have that thing on?", while I scurry to turn it off. Lovely.
But then...well...time got away from me, and the next thing I knew it was very late at night (read: early in the morning).
So this girl is rather tired, and now needing to run fast to catch up with the day.
My apologies for nothing interesting to read today. It was indeed very naughty and I'll try to make up for it with a spanking story over the weekend. You'd like that...wouldn't you!?
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