It's the first snow fall of the season. It isn't winter yet.

This is the story of a girl, a girl who likes to be spanked. As a matter of fact she loves to be spanked; sometimes she even needs to be spanked.

However, there are times when she desperately wants to be spanked, she wants it so bad, she accepts a date for her spanking, then, when she finally has one scheduled, she cancels. Then, she wants one again, more fervently than before. The cycle is never ending.

Until she gets spanked.

And then, she's insatiable. She schedules a week of spankings.

THEN

She feels sick to her stomach. Overwhelmed, Saddened that there is no such thing like Melody's Nano Lotion in real life.

Ok, so this blog, didn't come out like I wanted it to, and for some reason I wrote it in third person. But, you, reader get the point.

I have 3 pending spankings. I haven't' been in the mood for a through spanking. Yeah, yeah. I have heard it plenty; Spankings are not for when I feel like it, and should take my medicine whenever it is deemed necessary by the spanker. Wrong. As the spankee, I am the one who makes the choice. Trust me, I use this to my advantage. Also, all three of the spankers have promised to give me the "hardest spanking of my life" for when I feel like it. Oh how patient they are. However, I know for a fact that no matter how hard they want to spank me, their hearts soften upon cries. They're spankers not monsters.

Do I feel guilty? maybe. I mean, how lame is it to opt out of a spanking just because I know I can?

I am not necessarily a naughty girl. I do love to get spanked. Sometimes, I do push too far. But if the spanker is patient enough, which I later learn, even if I forget a second later, I shouldn't have pushed too hard.

And then, when I do push too many buttons, my poor, tiny bottom is the one who suffers most. A spanker, well over six feet, his hand will most likely cover a whole entire cheek.