So Lisa was not kidding when she said she was going to make me update the blog, too. She is threatening to do terrible awful uncalled-for things to me, like use my own paddle against me! See, I thought I liked the idea of her topping occasionally, but I’ve created a monster.
Or I have created someone is reasonably irritated that it took me two weeks and three reminders to actually post here. I cannot say definitively which, but I am sure I created one of those two things.
So finally, here it is, my two cents about the October visit on which she recently filled you in. Let’s talk about Lake Ontario first. Lisa was really adorable about being spanked on the picnic bench. She liked the idea at first, suggested it, bratted for it… and she just about turned scarlet when I actually sat down to take care of things. Then again, she may not have realized that I was going to take her jeans down. They were back up by the time I was looking for switches. The first one she mentioned was really a switch; the second was way too thick.
When Lisa found herself kneeling on the bench, bent over across the picnic table, bottom still pink from being spanked a moment ago, she still felt the need to talk back to me. I am pretty hesitant about new implements, especially if I haven’t experienced them myself, so this new thick switch was slow going– at first. When she could not even contain herself for a few test swats, though, my patience ran out and that was the end of slow exploration and semi-fun spanking for us.
She really was a subby mess afterward, which of course melted my heart. I just adore that girl so much. On the way back into town we stopped at a little stand to get a jug of apple cider. I asked Lisa a question while we were checking out, eliciting a meek “yes ma’am” which was followed immediately by a rising blush at the unintentional answer in front of the cashier. It was absolutely the sweetest cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
Let’s seeee… other things worth mentioning… oh, how about let’s clarify: I am not, in fact, 70. I did, however, work every day before the visit and I was on planes and such the whole day before, earning the nap! And I will agree that some of our decision making differences are due to age. But honestly, I bet Lisa will be a bit of a brat even when I am 70.
I hope so, anyway. Life would be so dull otherwise. 
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