Rumours of my demise... aww, FFS! Again?!

Just in case anyone - like Joerg and a few others who emailed me - were wondering... yes, my blog was deleted again yesterday!

Again I appealed, and posted on Blogger's aptly-named "Something's Broken" forum... thankfully this time it didn't take them a week or more to restore it, and *fanfare* this time I actually got an "apology" email (likely a form letter, but still) saying I had been mistakenly thought to have violated "Terms of Service" (their way of saying "we thought you were a spam site", I think) and confirmation my blog was being restored (unlike the zero official communication I received last time, after the initial deletion information).

I'm still trying to get a proper answer as to what triggers the (pretty clearly) auto-detection of my blog as "bad" (every time it's been deleted, the reason in the first email is "malicious javascript", which suggests my customized template or gadgets). Heck, I've even had someone run my site through a malware checker! Nothing I can find (though I've removed meta data for "description" and "keywords" from my template today, in case that was it) and nothing anyone at Blogger/Google can/will tell me.

Anyway, at least I'm back again, but for how long... who knows? As I said on my old Yahoo Group page, the internet ain't what it used to be, sadly.

Hope everyone enjoys the new posts. It was ironic that after several weeks of feeling despondent and not "up to posting", the day I felt inspired and refreshed, I got deleted.

Do please keep the comments and feedback coming... I've more silly ramblings I'd like to post soon (and the super hot guest contribution I mentioned before will be up this weekend too!), but I need to know folks are still out there and interested in this disappearing-reappearing blog of mine.

Right... onwards and upwards, eh?

Art - Fleeing The Farm Girls

"Fleeing The Farm Girls"

I started on this one a long time ago, but could never get the lighting right. I wanted it to be a bright sunny day on a big open farm property, but it always came out too dark or too 'shadowy'.

A recent email correspondence with the talented RedRump prompted me to return to this piece and try to finally finish it to a point I was happy enough to post it publicly. While the shadows aren't perfect, I hope it meets with approval, and conveys the situation and emotions I was aiming for.

I actually first began this one over a year ago, after a chat with a friend named Strnggyrl. Her F/M fantasies occasionally involved overpowering and sometimes even "chasing down" a man who was trying to escape his punishment, which struck a chord with me and some very old (teenage!) "chased, caught and spanked" fantasies of my own.

Thus, with this artwork, I wanted to capture the sense of desperate fear (him) and relentless determination (her). The idea that he's trying to outrun a woman (or in this case, two women) who are clearly physically superior and fitter than he is, was the basis for the work. For some reason, big strong farm girls were the first thing I thought of as suitable 'pursuers'!

Although here he's already been given something of a 'whipping' with those switches already (and has already lost his pants in the process!), his tears are as much born of frustrated terror as of the pain of those weals; he knows he's not going to get away from this. Every time he glances in wide-eyed terror over his shoulder, they're gaining on him. He's running as fast as he can, heart pounding and legs burning with effort... but it's only a matter of time before he's caught and given the rest of the switching he has in store.

Perhaps, in his desperation to escape he'll stumble and fall to the dusty ground, much to the amusement of his pursuers? If not, one (or both) will likely tackle him roughly into the grass, easily pinning and restraining his frantic struggles.

No matter how it happens, though, he will be caught. Then it will be time for the switch. Again.

Held wriggling face down in the dirt, perhaps sat astride by one girl while the other switches his squirming bare backside? Maybe held firmly across their bare-legged laps, as they sit on a nearby tree stump; switched by one while the other watches in amusement. Or perhaps they'll drag him to his feet and over to the fence, where one can hold him bent over the rough wooden railing while the other mercilessly switches his buttocks and thighs?

Of course, they'll both take a turn - perhaps several turns - each with their switches. That is, unless they decide to fetch some rope from the barn and tie him to the fence or over a hay bale, so they can both switch him simultaneously (ouch)!

If you hadn't noticed by my stream-of-consciousness rambling here, I've got a bit of a 'thing' for 'farm girl fantasies' (the partial subject of my chat with RedRump that made me remember and finally finish this piece). I'm also a big fan of 'Daisy Dukes' (that is, denim cutoff short-shorts) in fashion for women. Of course, the two go together perfectly, in my mind.

Even the youngest rural/farm girls I've know have been fairly 'old fashioned' in their values, so I can totally believe in a scenario where a trespasser, 'scrumper', peeping tom (spying on them while they took an outdoor shower behind the farmhouse?) or lazy farmhand gets himself taken out to the barn or woodshed for a spanking, paddling or belt-whipping by these no-nonsense country women!

But what could be more 'outdoorsy' and 'country-style' for discipline than the dreaded switch?

I'll confess that I've never actually been switched in my life and that the thought actually kind of scares me from what I've heard, seen and read! Still, I've often fantasized about what a "go cut a switch" type spanking scenario would be like... and nine times out of ten, my imagined scenario somehow involves big, strong, healthy, 'old fashioned' country gals, too.

I somehow doubt these girls would show much pity or mercy on a spoiled city-slicker who's not used to 'country style discipline', either! Especially if he was to try and run away from his fate...

EDIT: I took to heart some of the comments here and changed his footwear to something less appropriate to running. Also, it made more sense to me on reflection that if they'd removed his pants completely, they'd have likely had to remove his shoes too (and a hasty attempt to flee would give no time for him to stop and put them back on).

Art - Cake and Cunnilingus Day

"Cake & Cunnilingus Day"

Originally planned to celebrate 'Cake & Cunnilingus Day' (April 14th), my blog's deletion/downtime, recent illness, 'real life' issues, and my own general tardiness all conspired to make this one 'unfashionably late' indeed.

I almost didn't post it since the appropriate date was so long passed, but I thought it turned out rather well so in the end I decided to post it anyway. Hope you all like it!

My ever-observant friend Emily got to see an earlier draft of this art piece, where the lady was sitting more 'upright'... and she rightly pointed out that while it made her look very "authoritative and in control", such a position made the gentleman's job of pleasuring her orally rather difficult with her sitting that way! Thus, I've tried to get the best of both worlds with this position, then: the lady looking properly dominant and powerful, yet reclined/slumped back enough to allow sufficient 'access' for his mouth and tongue.

I originally intended to make the lady in this piece slightly older (more of a 'cougar') but came up with this younger look for her (IMO, almost 'princess'-ish) and fell in love. The incredibly cute stripey pink socks (her only article of clothing here!) completed her 'look' as perhaps a college-age gal celebrating this very special day.

I saw him as her boyfriend, either a long-time partner or perhaps a 'new conquest' of hers?

As for the reason for the state of his poor backside? There are several possibilities I can think of:

1) Whether due to shyness or stubborn machismo, he initially refused her command to properly celebrate 'Cake & Cunnilingus Day' in the required fashion. However, one sound hairbrush spanking later, and he's licking for all he's worth! And he'd better do a good job down there, or else it will be the belt for him as well! He won't be so quick to argue and refuse next time, that's for sure!

2) The cupcake she's holding looks insultingly small... perhaps she took offense "that's all you think of me?!" and punished him for the meager offering severely, before allowing him to undertake the second part of the day's festivities (with hopefully more attention to her expectations!). As he licks, she reminds him that he'd better show more appreciation of her with his gift-giving in the future, if he values their relationship... and the skin of his bottom!

3) He was quite willing to do his April 14th duty. However, she believes that nothing focuses a young man's mind better than a hot, sore bottom! So, despite his obedient attitude, she gives him a merciless hairbrush blistering before finally allowing him to go down on her. As he licks, his throbbing, burning buttocks will keep him mindful of who's boss in this relationship and of his submissive status... and that a second "real" (read: even harder and longer) hairbrush spanking awaits him in the bedroom tonight if he fails to please her sufficiently!

4) Similar to 3, but she doesn't even care about a 'reason' to spank him, beyond the fact she enjoys causing him suffering and distress, and the only thing that makes her feel more dominant than spanking him to tears is spanking him and then putting his mouth to work between her thighs! He doesn't have a say in the matter - not today, not any day - not if he wants to keep his beautiful girlfriend who he's lucky to have! In this relationship, she reminds him, even "good boys" get spanked! Besides, she really likes it when he cries and sobs while he's eating her pussy.

5) Well, he was insistent enough about 'Steak & A Blowjob Day' last month, wasn't he? Well, today is her day to be in charge, and his day to feel humbled and submissive. What's good for the goose... right? Still, the playful little hand-spanking he gave her on March 14th before she sucked him to climax were far from the formidable hairbrush walloping she just gave him... but he's a big, tough grown-up man, she argues... "Right, honey?" His sniffling tears and whimpers as he nuzzles his face between her thighs - backside aflame - proves otherwise, perhaps.

What does everyone else think? Which is most likely? Perhaps you can think of other scenarios, too?

(you might have also noted the young man with the bruised bottom and soon-to-be-aching jaw has a rather familiar ponytail, too... heh!)