Archive for September, 2006

arggh… but thankfully …

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006

Just a quick note to say hi & thanks for the sweet and neat comments.

Glad y’all liked the new drawing. I’ll make a promise to get back to the drawing board with more regularity. My writing muse has been scarce mostly due to an overwhelming and all consuming work load. There’s a couple more weeks in front of me that will have to have my undivided attention on matters other than the web. If the ‘gods’ are with me and our team, things will go the way they should.

Hey, here’s a little side note & follow up to my post about my car. :) I must say I like the evolution that seems to be happening just because my outlook and approach has shifted. Last year when I had encountered a significant frustration my response would have been irate and the outcome would have been fatigue, more frustration and regrets. For the last 5 months I have found that simply expressing my displeasure but not my anger has resulted in very different outcomes. Hotel upgrades are one benefit I’ve already shared, but guess what else happened just this week?

I was so distressed about the prospect of having to deal with the service guys at the dealership where I bought my car that I actually called ahead and begged them to promise me that all the work was done and my car was ready and that if I came mid day I could get in and out. I made an appointment to get my car back. I kept it. Did they? NO! I went there at 10 AM and at 12:08 I was still in the service office. Not only was the safety inspection not done, but they had totally lost the check that the claims guy had cut the week before. I had to ask if the tune up and 10,000 mile check I asked for (even though the car has barely 6,000 mile on it - it’s been on the road 2 years). I was asured it was and shown the technicians’time logs for each element of work done. They’d just not noticed the inspection on the work order. Nobody billed it, nobody did it. & I’d watched the techs come in and log the work they were doing on multiple cars during the time I was there.

So, I very quietly told the manager that I was really tired of being held hostage EVERY time I brought my car in to them. I told him that I really couldn’t afford to have to sit there for two hiurs after having called ahead to assure all was ready & I told him that I was really VERY tired of the lack of service interest offered customers once any vehicle purchase was final. I asked for a contact so I could communicate with volkswagen about my perceptions of the quality of service offered here. Sell me a car, make me happy about buying it, then when you’ve trapped me with a warrantee that is only valid if I use the ONLY approved service agent and allow that service agent to be shoddy is simply not going to fly.

They gave me the contact info, but they also wrote off every penny of my bill that was not covered by insurance. That’s more than a $400.00 discount on the billed amont by the way. Will that change what I have to say about their service ethic? I’m sorry but no. I must say that I would far rather pay exactly what I owe and experience a seemless, hassle free service experince. They get 99 % for service recovery in that I’ll trust that taking a hit in excess of 400 buck isn’t something they’ll let slide and will try and improve on… but I still expect some assurance that that performance improvement opportunity actually bear more fruit than giving random discounts to hassled and shafted customers.

I must say though that I am appreciative of how being quiet, reasonable and matter of fact about my perceptions and at the same time trying to be supportive of the challenges service providers face has resulted in me being offered fair and above and beyond treatment off the cuff - without prompting or demand.

Does getting a freebie on the repairs help me when it comes to procrastination about dealing with these people? Maybe. It’s possible that I’ll remember the relief that I was spared more than $400 in charges … or it’s possible I’ll remember just how helpless it felt to still be there at 12:47 (2 hours and 47 minutes after I got there way over three hours after calling to verify the car was ready to go and actually making an appointment to settle up and get my car.) and find that after being promised at 12:08 that my car was being driven around front for me “right now” my car was held up in a car wash line for 40 more minutes and yet somehow NEVER got washed.

I left work at 9:50 after calling to assure all was ready & it was little more than an in and out process, I got back to work just before1PM. They had my car and all the significant and incidental work orders for 13 days.

Why do I procrastinate over seemingly simple things like car maintenance & service? Guess. My honest question is why does it have to be like this? It’s always been like this. ALWAYS. In Canada, In KY, in TX in OR … every where I’ve ever lived long enough to need car maintenance….

Boy do I need a spanking….& it’s coming. In your silent wishes for me to get that, would you take a second to ask the fates to remind me that I said that while I’m getting it please. I know I’m going to forget and beg for a lesser intervention when the reality *hits.*.

TY

Love

patty

Her gift

Sunday, September 24th, 2006

Her gift is to please, even though she may tease, a blossoming flower, embracing his power.

 

 

Eeep 2…. I’m going to get it

Saturday, September 23rd, 2006

Hey.

I’m hoping (but not with too much investment) that my connection troubles are behind me. Is it really possible that just replacing a defective digital DVR unit could solve my cable issues? The DVR (TIVO type) unit began ticking and clicking on Wednesday morning literally just a few hours after I posted about my connection woes. I let it go all day until I got home and found it had gone from clicking to a whine. Unplugging and letting it cool pretty much killed the machine. It came back on but then went into an endless ticking, clicking whirl of numbers and codes. I shut it down and found I had the next three hours online. I was working on work, so I didn’t get in much surfing or checking. Next morning it was gone and it stayed gone until I went out today and turned in the defective DVR. This afternoon, since I hooked the replacement DVR unit up, my RR is back up. Is it fiddling with the black cable wires and how I hold my tongue when I do that, or could it be the digital cable box was the culprit, or is this just another momentary RR reprieve that in a day or two will again degenerate into no more service for extended periods AFTER the techs have been out here and found everything fine yet again????

I’m unspanked this week. Next week will be a different story.

Next week I’m in for a serious reconning though. I’m having a little trouble with how it snuck up on me in the middle a a very sincere personal promise to fix the issues addressed last time I was spanked. I was truly dedicated to my commitment to be proactive and sincere. I really wanted to go for it and feel the change it was going to make. And then not even a day after my ass was blistered for procrastination … not even a day after peacefully and whole heartedly making a deeply personal pledge to turning the corner, the monster of my *former* bad habits loomed large threatening my ass. My car would not start Monday morning hardly a day after arriving home after my last accounting. I called friends and subordinates and ultimately had to call a cab (in this town cabs are pretty much none existent). I was late for my 8 AM and the day went down hill from there. I forgot I needed to get home until 5 PM and just barely caught a friend who was really not in a position where driving me home was convenient … but she said yes and I got home. Even getting by up at 6 and calling the tow service at 7 didn’t help me get to work on time Tuesday. The dealership held me up until close to 9:30 verifying things….

Yeah… the issue with my car is two fold…. One I’ve gotten a fine for not renewing the inspection sticker (due last Feb.) and I have not taken it in to be checked since it was vandalized in June. Hey, it was due in July for it’s 5,000 mile check up & I was going to do everything all at once. OK so it’s Sept. I really hate dealing with the service guys at any car place. Apparently the damage done in June, while not making the car un drivable, was serious enough that there’s been a continuous drain on the battery and the heavy rain just before I went to Houston caused enough damage that the surge of starting my car at the airport Sunday night fried my alternator and generator. I got home, but was going no where after that.

I was pretty pissed finding this out. The car was driving, it was fine, there wasn’t even a hiccup in drivability from the time my fog lights and grill got ripped off. It had its oil changes, and brake checks at Christmas. The damned car is hardly two years on the road and still has less than 6,000 miles on it. My Jetta went 4 years plus before its battery died. WTF!!!!!????? I had to bicker with the insurance company, but they agree that I couldn’t have known the damage was as extensive as it ended up being and they can’t fault me for deciding I didn’t need to file a claim to replace the ripped off grill and fog lights. That was two days of aggravation I don’t want repeated. Then their claims guy only issued a check for the lights… more than 700 bucks!!!! Nobody returned calls from the dealer about the grill. Not until I called on Tuesday this week. Final outcome??? LOL. Well I’m still driving a rental though I am promised that by Monday I will have my bettle back. Thing is, I will have to make an appointment with the rental co. to return the rental, settle up whatever isn’t covered with them, then get a ride to the dealership that has held my car hostage, and then settle up with them for the routine stuff (sticker check, oil change tune up etc) Probability is I will loose two hours from my work day, if not more on Monday. If it’s less great, but it never is less with these guys, which is why I put the whole thing off to begin with.

My teeth are already grinding during the day & in my sleep as I anticipate dealing with the service guys and getting my car freed from their grips. Even so, I know it simply would not be this bad if I’d just done what I was supposed to do. I wouldn’t have a $250.00 ticket for not having a safety sticker and I wouldn’t have my car held hostage for 8 days waiting for phone calls to be returned.

I’ve shared this whole mess with my friend. Are you surprised then to hear that I’m going back OTK for a repeat application of consequences for procrastination next weekend? While at first I was inclined to hide it all and rest on the promises I’d made to myself and him that my past issues were under control, things were so not in control for me yet, and just the temptation to hide it so I might look better to someone newish made me feel like I was wrong.

I’ve been trying so hard to be about owning my weaknesses and mistakes.  I am really going there…..

EEP!

Monday, September 18th, 2006

I’m so sorry I’ve been almost offline for a while.  I’ve got and created connectivity issues.  Roadrunner has always been on the iffy side.  First it was off more than on, then after testing the wires & signal and repeatedly telling me they were fine and doing nothing one guy noticed and changed out the 7 year old primestar splitter to a Timewarner/RR splitter.  That fixed everything for about three months now I’m back to a mostly useless Roadrunner connection that nobody can verify, validate or fix.  So, when I bought this new Palm Treo cell phone and found out it could be a modem and the cost of unlimited access was the same as Roadrunner per month I decided to try it.  Well the software for the Sprint PCS connection manager nuked AOL when I installed it.  I no longer have software that can operate a dial up connection.  My cable broadband is mostly useless except for sporadic unpredictable streteches of minutes or maybe an hour here or there if I’m lucky, and the phone as a modem boots me if I get a single phone call, text message or page, then I have to restart the computer, three times my phone has had to call home and reconfigure itself.  I either get a different phone # so work & friends can reach me or live with the fact that phone as a modem is not a cost or time effective option for me, that plus the fact that wireless phone service is just not really a “broadband” connection.   It’s just barely faster than dial up when it’s at it’s best and is even slower for some things.

Anybody with advice?  How do I repair my nuked dial up service software?  What are the possibilities for Roadrunner?  Do I make the cable company run a completely seperate line just for Roadrunner?  Does that even work?  Every check on the cable signal indicates the lines I have work fine.  Yeah right … so why is my cable working just fine but my Roadrunner off most of the time?  Strange thing too … at first it seemed like the signal connected well during the day, but crumped at night … I figured neighborhood use was an issue.  Now, the signal is dead all day and only manages it’s periodic connections after about 7 or 8 PM.  Right now as I write this it’s been on and off several times, and so far this last on perod has lasted about 20 minutes.  Any thoughts, advice, ideas?

Nothing’s particularly interesting in my life right now anyway and I’ve got so much going on at work I’ve had very little creative quiet time.  This of coarse explains why I haven’t been able to make fixing my connectivity issues a priority.  LOLOLOL  I’ve lost my connection three more times since telling you I’d been on for 20 minutes.  The big question is, will this post actually post or get lost in multiply disconnected since initiated cyberspace?  We’ll soon see.

p.s.  I really need a spanking.  Seriously. 

A weekend away

Sunday, September 10th, 2006

Shopping, spanking, good company …

Both my friend and I travelled to meet this weekend.  He had something he really wanted to do, and I needed new shoes and some clothes.   Airport security was a bit of a distraction as always.  I’ll never get enough of the firm grip of a man’s hands on his belt buckle as he pulls his belt from its loops, no matter what the purpose.  My new connectivity toy took more of my attention this trip though.  My new palm treo phone lets me get on line and it lets me use it as a wireless modem.  I texted one friend and answered two others in e-mail.  A first for me while at the airport.  Sure, I’ve used wireless connections at the airport, but not using my cellphone and e-mailing using my cell phone is just too cool.

I checked in to my hotel just a bit later than planned because my meeting went long.  When I got to the desk there was a HUGE line.  HUGE!  It took well over an hour for me to get up to the desk to register, and by then I was quite peeved.  It seems there was a triple bus load of Walmart managers that were there for their annual meeting, and the hotel was not prepared.  While I stood there in line, more and more amd more of them kept coming.  I felt for the hotel staff, but at the same time I got a bit testy about the fact that the possibility that they should set aside a seperate line for non-walmart guests checking in seemed beyond them.  The walmart guys (and they were ALL guys) were all backslapping and belching and oblivious to the long, long, long, long wait.  I on the other hand felt every minute.  My knees ached, and they kept bumping me everythime some one new arrived, or came by.

When I finally got to the desk I pointed out my thoughts.  “When this line started getting so long, you should have given some thoughts to the guests who might be orphaned in this men’s club mess. They knew they were going to have to wait, they expected it.  I didn’t, and this service is unacceptable.”

Guess what?  I found myself with the keys to an executive suite, and vouchers for complimentary breakfasts for both Saturday and Sunday.  I intend to write a nice thank you, and make a point of using the hotel again only this time pay for the suite and meals. 

So began my spanking weekend.

I ordered Lambchops medium rare with creme brule for desert, and settled down to wind down.  You would not believe the succulent asparagus and grilled zucchini that came with the lamb.  Oh my!  I can’t remember the last time I completely cleaned my plate at a meal.  I even ate all the bread.  It was so good.  Yum.

That’s when I got it in my head to use my new toy to record the weekend….

The sofa where I was to be soundly spanked in less than a day….

spankinsofa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bed I sunk into and slept wonderfully in, and then leaned down on my elbows over and got multiple swats with the old fashioned heavy duty TX school paddle… 4 on the bare, 4 more over jeans later on when I was a bit of an idiot. …

spanking bed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday morning was one of those quiet restful stretches of time. I was nervous because I knew I was going to get a spanking, and also pleased because I was going to spend some time with a really nice guy who is just easy to be with.  Even though I’d pulled a wench, and the spanking agenda was going to be mainly focused on my attitude, I was at peace with the day.  I got up when the spirit moved me to.  Turned on TV and called room service for breakfast.  I puttered on line for a little bit. 

A friend wanted some info about tawse sellers.  I decided she probably ought to own one, so I went to a tried and true friend John at Leatherthorn, picked one for her and ordered it.  Happy birthday Tig . 

Then, after enjoying a breakfast I simply would never fix for myself, I hopped in the shower got dressed, secured my atm & AM EX cards. and toodled down to the concierge.  “shuttle to the XXX please & and can I get picked up at 3?”  Well the shuttle was a limosine with one of the sweetest drivers I’ve ever had the priviledge of visiting with.  

I hate physical shopping in case you’ve never heard me say that before, but this was one of those rare days.  I walked in to Saks 5th Avenue, went straight for the Cole Haan shoes and got the first and only dissapointment of my day.  My favorite model of shoe was not available in 6 & a half.  I was very tempted to get the 7, but it flopped off my right foot when I walked in them.  I’d be smarter to wait.  But hey, I came for shoes, so I perused other brands.  OH MY GOODNESS!  I found a pair that fit like my foot was the mold.  Yes I paid full price, bt hey … like a mattress, good fitting well made shoes are an investment my husband was VERY firm about even if he often broke his own rules.  Next I bought a smaller purse.  I fell in love with a buttery soft black coach model that had the same texture as my shoes.  It was on sale.  That was a good thing.  A purse is not one of those things that I can usually bring myself to spednd money on.  Pockets will do ya know!

I decided that Macy’s was probably a much safer clothes buying venue and wandered out of Saks headed there.  I found sales rack galore.  Jones New York & Ralph Laren.  Classic, timeless and comfy.  I came away with 5 blouses 2 skirts, a dress, two pairs of pants and a silk cashmere sweater set and spent just over 6 hundred.  The sweaters were high end, the rest was all off the summer sales rack.

After that it was frozen yogurt time, and out came my palm treo again.  I moved all my cash & cards from my pockets in to my new purse and then puttered sending text messages and peeking at e-mail while waiting for my ride back to my hotel.  He was perfectly on time.  How cool! 

I got back just on time, my friend called early.  I just had enough time to call room service for Iced tea and munchies.  They got there barely minutes before he did.

Ordinary converation ensued, and then it came time for spanking.  I’d chalked up a few issues so it was a hard spanking started by 5 minutes by hand.  At first it was too hard waking me up to just what was coming, then it eased up so I let myself relax.  Too soon!  Those last two minues rank way up there among the hardest hand spankings I’ve ever gotten.   Then came the crackerbarrel paddle.  Too much paddle.  Time in the corner, then way too much more paddle.  Some ice on my bum, then more paddle and more time in the corner.  More paddle.  Way too much more paddle, then more ice, then the vermont country store bath brush.  More time in the corner.  I was crying by now, but there was more brush, hand and paddle to come.  The end was 4 very hard school paddle swats.  All of the fist part was delivered OTK.  THose last 4 were delivered with me bent down, butt arched out, elbows down over the bed. 

I sobbed and sobbed, and was held until all the crap wahed away.  Then we relaxed down on the sofa and visited.  At some point more than an hour out, I made a weird remark, and ended up back over the bed for 4 more wallups with the school paddle.  I never said I was smart OK  I will feel those paddle swats for days I’m afraid.  ;)

sorry this is fuzzy.  photos using phone cameras bounced off a mirror are just not clear…

spanked

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today was another nice day.  Thunderstorms threatened, but this time my flight was not delayed….

clouds

The plane banked and curved way more than usual, but home I am….

almost there

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

tomorrow is another work day.  A very hectic one at that.

Hope y’all have a good day.

 

love patty

full moon, conflicting influences, loyalty…

Wednesday, September 6th, 2006

The moon is full, an eclipse is imminent, and two very divergent, even conflicting planets are influenced. Here I am, a living breathing human being and I’m experiencing turmoil and desperately seeking.

Arrrgh…

“Kiss me love,” said he

“Spank me first,” said she

“Seriously? he asked

“Yes please!” her answer cast.

A plea made from her heart

His answer from a start

Little did they know

What of their hearts would show

Secret needs she’d kept asleep

She’d trusted him to keep

A leap of faith now made

T’was nothing faith could fade.

She spun a weave from love

Her heart sought out a glove

Those spankings for his wife

Meant much more for his life

She’d asked him to be there

For when her ass was bare

He didn’t get the jist

He thought it meant his fist

Then everything was clear

When bare hand met her rear

“Spank me please,” said she

“You asked for it,” said he.

Love y’all

patty

Spanking party Fantasy Friday and just thoughts

Sunday, September 3rd, 2006

First up, here’s a reminder or for some of you maybe, a 1st notice of a spanking party hosted by Anikin & Padme You need yahoo messenger with something called conference room.  Hope everyone who gets to go has a great time. 

Oh Yeah, and hope everyone’s been enjoying Fantasy Friday’s over at Tigger’s place as much as I have… z’at really you writting erotica over there Paul ;) ….

This weekend has been kind of slow for me.  Basically completely ordinary.  Lots of stuff to do, but no real panic to get it done.  The fact that I’m working Monday pretty much put the kaibosh on getting up to anything more vigorous like some of you out there.  

Well I better get in the shower and pick my dress…. 

Hey, does anyone have a stimulating story idea for these pictures?  What’s the scenario?  What has she done?  How will it end…. 

First we see this…..

cutting her own torment 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Then this….. 

just about

More Updating

Saturday, September 2nd, 2006

Still constructing, and today the work has been particularly slow going as most of it’s been done on dial up…  Road runner is back up for now .. here’s hoping it stays for a while…

I got a bunch more of my stories formatted and uploaded to Satin and Leather and I’ve tweaked the navigation there a bit. 

One of the stories posted today is a two chapter short that has never been posted in any free area of the web before.  It’s actually the first spanking story I ever sold for publication and one of the very first I ever wrote.  Different than the fare my loyal readers are used too, this story is reminiscent of the kind of fantasies I had and wrote about back when I was a teen and just developing my spanko awareness.

Jennifer is a headstrong teen growing up in 1890’s Montana.  Her brother James, much older, is her strict guardian.  Jennefer gets it in her head the she simply must go to see the public hanging that promises to be the most exciting event ever to happen in her ordinary isolated life.  To do it, she must defy her brother, skip school and lie to her sage old best friend.  Naturally, being a brat, her choice bodes very badly for her bottom … a bit different than my usual, and a little on the primitive side as far as style goes, hope you like reading Hanging Offense.

Hope everyone is having a great Labor Day weekend and not spending all your time on line. 

Welcome to all readers from All Things Spanking, Smart and Naughty, and Moonstruck, Li’l Tigger, Life in Motion and Doc Tsai all folks who’ve made posts welcoming me back to blogging, noting my return, or referencing a post here.  I know I’m missing someone because my surfing has been limited over the last few weeks, so please don’t hesitate to tell me so.   And to all who have relinked me, thank you.  I will get to the blog roll here shortly, though if you check out the links page on the Gallery it’s got most of you and many many more.