Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Stuck in the Naughty Chair on Superbowl Sunday with Nothing to Do? Read "Daddy Issues"

Dear 1950s Wife:

It’s just a few days till “Superbowl Sunday” and normally I’d be really excited.

Being a girly-girl, I of course know absolutely nothing about football. (Why do they call it that anyway? The players’ feet hardly ever touch the ball.)

But I love watching the exciting half-time show, as well as the super-funny commercials. I always have a blast gabbing with my gal pals at the gym the next day about the fabulous singers entertaining at half time and our favorite commercials during the game.

But I’m afraid I got a bit too tickled watching one of last year’s commercials, the ad where the dog’s bark sounds like a fart. I put my hands over my mouth as soon as the commercial ended but I couldn’t help laughing a good five seconds after the game resumed.

Naturally, my husband was upset at his concentration being disturbed. He turned me over his knee and soundly spanked my bottom then put me in the naughty chair facing living room corner for the rest of the game.

And this year he’s not even letting me watch the Superbowl. I’ll spend the two hours prior to the game as usual whipping up a huge platter of fried beef jerky and tray of liverwurst and onion sandwiches with extra mayo so Hubby won’t go hungry during the game. But he’s making me sit in the naughty chair facing the corner as soon as the Superbowl begins.

I wouldn’t really mind as long as I could hear the commercials and the half-time show, as that would at least let me join in the hen talk next day with my gal pals at the gym about our favorite singers and ads.

But Hubby is going to watch “women’s lingerie football” on another channel during half time. And he says the Superbowl commercials’ “blither blather” disturbs his concentration charting game statistics, so he’s going to hit the mute button when the ads play.

The good news is, as I’m being put in the naughty chair for being irritating as opposed to being bad, my husband’s letting me read a book during the three-plus hours of the Superbowl.

He says it has to be self-improving literature that reminds me to be good. Any recommendations?

Also, would you please keep notes on all the commercials during the Superbowl plus who performed at the half-time show and send me an e-mail after the game.

If I don’t keep up with my gym friends’ conversation Monday, they’ll want to know why and I’ll have to fess up that I was sitting in the naughty chair. Some of the women are non-submissive and they like to make fun of me and call me “Lil’ Miss Spanked Bottom” when they hear that I got in trouble.


Good woman:

Yes, I know a great book, the short-story collection “Daddy Issues,” by my good friend Claire Colinsgrove. Reading these hot tales of naughty young women receiving red tails will keep you entertained as well as reinforce your wifely duty to obey your husband at all times.

Two of the stories in “Daddy Issues” include age-play spanking role-play while the other story is strictly M/F spanking romance.

“Daddy Issues” is available in Kindle format on Amazon. To purchase your copy for the reasonable price of $2.99 simply click on this link

And, no, I’m sorry but I won’t be able to send you an e-mail detailing the Superbowl commercials and who sang what at the half-time show.

My husband considers the adoption of the face mask to be a disgrace to the game of football and does not allow the so-called sport on TV in our home. We instead will attend the Sunday night professional wrestling matches at our town’s auditorium watching real men play a real sport.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Wife Can't Wait for V-Day Gift of a New Vacuum Cleaner. "Love Spanks" Blog Hop Event Comes to Rescue with Much Needed Distraction

Dear 1950s Wife:

I’m so excited. I’ve had my eye on the latest high-tech vacuum cleaner on sale at our local department store. I dropped several hints and I just know Hubby is going to present me with it as an extra-special Valentine’s Day gift!

The problem is I’m a bit too excited.

My husband already spanked me once with his hand after I suggested that I wouldn’t mind taking my vacuum cleaner out for a test drive prior to Cupid’s arrival. Now he says that if I don’t stop pestering him about the subject, I’m getting a good stiff dose of the “naughty girl paddle.”

I’m so anxious to play with my new toy. I’ve been marking the days off the calendar and I can hardly wait for February 14 to come round. I don’t think I can stand the anticipation any longer.

Whatever am I to do?

Good woman:

I can sympathize. Our romantic life has been in a bit of a slump lately, so I hinted to my husband the other day that a V-day gift of a spanking-new ironing board would certainly spice things up.

I’m only allowed to drop one hint to Hubby per holiday regarding gifts or else my bottom is soundly spanked. But I know how hard it can be for us women to keep our silly mouths shut, particularly when one is eagerly anticipating the arrival of the latest housekeeping gadget.

For distraction, might I suggest the “Love Spanks Blog Hop” event set for Feb. 9 and 10.

My husband won’t let me use the internet except to post to this blog, as he knows I’d be tempted to waste valuable time Twittering and Facebooking that should be spent cooking his meals, cleaning house and washing his clothes. But I’ve heard from fellow submissive wives whose husbands are a bit more liberal that the spanking fiction writers participating in the hop are the cat’s meow.

Along with the chance to read hot stories, readers who participate in the hop by leaving comments have a chance to win neat prizes, including a grand prize of a choice of a “Kindle” or a "Nook."

I have no idea what a Kindle or Nook is but I’ve heard from fellow submissive wives with a technical bent that the gizmos are really neat-o.

For more information on the “Love Spanks” event, including the rules of the contest, click on the following link:

And please be sure to thank your lucky stars when you finally get a chance to take that new vacuum cleaner out for a spin. I can think of no more romantic a Valentine’s Day than the opportunity to give the carpets a good cleaning!