My favorite quote

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt".

I've been thinking about that alot--especially these last couple of days. Its so easy to forget the power of words--to say something casual or in passing, without stopping to think about the cost to others. In my sociology class, we've been studying how each one of us affects the other--and how many people we rely on each day just to survive. That really made me stop and think about my day to day interactions--how I speak and act towards others. I've never been good at communication. My mouth always seems to get me into trouble--I'm trying really hard to curb that. My sister came for a visit this last week and I was quite surprised by the interactions between her and her husband. I can see alot of what I used to be and how I used to behave there. Unfortunately I can also still see alot of it present in me. Until now, I havent been taking enough time to analyze the things I say for potential problems before saying them. On that note, if I've offended, even slightly, I apologize--if not, I swear I'll try not to. I know this problem isnt exclusively mine---its just something I've been thinking about and need to work on.

His Hands

As promised, I'm posting today about my changed view regarding Ace's hands and a funny little conversation we had about it. This actually happened awhile ago, but after last night my view has definitely changed! His hands used to be a relief for me--they were my implement of choice. But sometime over the last two weeks, He had His hands replaced with steel! Yikes! Dont get me wrong, I still love His hands, no matter how hard He can use them. There is something comforting about being spanked with His hands--even when its harder than other implements, it inevitably calms me. Ace knows this. When He is using other implements, He always seems to know exactly when I need Him to stop and "take a break" using His hands. This used to be a great relief for me, as His hands were very soft and much gentler than anything else. As I said, that has changed but His hands still have that same effect on me. Its different and yet the same.

We were having a playful discussion one night a few weeks ago. We were laying in bed talking and teasing back and forth a bit, when He (rather suddenly) flipped me over and began to smack my bottom extremely hard with His hands. After just a few I rolled onto my side for a quick rub and gave Him an appraising glance.

"Good grief, when did you learn to hit so hard with your hands???" I asked. He just grinned and shrugged as He reached for me again.

"Wait.......hold on a second......" I said "Why do I get the feeling...... you're starting to like this" (the last part came out more as a statement than a question).

His grin TRIPLED in size!

"Oy, I've created a monster!" I laughed as He pulled me to Him and started again.  Mary Shelley, eat your heart out!!