Does this corner make my butt look red?

How is this exciting?

ZZZ....are you asleep yet? (Okay, so the last part might have woken you up.)

How any top can get anything out of this is beyond me. There we are, standing in the corner, fighting the fidgets, while you pour yourselves drinks and try to act interested.

Might I suggest some post-lecture dancing instead? No? What if we were in tap shoes? I think making us jiggle our freshly colored bottoms is much more of a deterrent than having us stare at a blank corner. Especially if your girl is like me and doesn't know the first thing about tap dancing. How humiliating!


I know what you'll say. "You're missing the point," you'll say. But I get the point. I just don't see how you can enjoy us standing in the corner. I'm really saying this out of concern for you.

I know, I know, we're supposed to be pondering the act of submission, feeling contrite and well-spanked, loved and disciplined and ready for forgiveness. It's not supposed to be fun -- your words occupying our head space as we wonder, is this all or will there be more spanking once I manage my escape?

If dancing isn't suitable (and it doesn't seem like it is), then how about some other form of artistic expression?


Or better yet, to drive the lesson home, why not try saying, "You go take a hot bath and think about what you've learned, young lady."

That'll show us.

No?

Okay, okay...I'm going.

Letter from the school

D just received this letter from The Birchwood Academy.

Do you think I might be in trouble?

Mr. D,

We regret to inform you that Miss Pink has been suspended for 3 days from The Birchwood Academy for inappropriate and lewd behavior. You are aware that the academy has a strict dress code to ensure our ladies take the utmost care in representing this fine institution. Miss Pink has been repeatedly warned that her skirt is too short and that she needs to wear the regulatory undergarments to protect her modesty and the integrity of our school.

Today was her last warning, as she appeared in school wearing a skirt that barely covered her feminine bits, coupled with undergarments that were shocking and far from regulation standard.


In a move that can only be described as deliberate, she proceeded to drop one item after another in front of her offended maths professor who could hardly believe the sights she showed him when she bent to retrieve them. This is totally inexcusable.

It is with deep regret that we suspend her for these actions, but I am sure you can understand our stance on preserving the reputation of The Birchwood Academy. It is our hope that when she returns to school next Thursday, October 21, that she will be properly attired in a manner befitting the young ladies of our school.

Sincerely,

Miss Presswood

I'm biting my nails. What, oh what, do you suppose D will do tonight when I arrive at his house for the weekend?

Surely not.

I suspect he'll just take me shopping.

Spanking of the week

"I'm pouting," I said over the phone last Friday.

"Why are you pouting?"

"Because it's my birthday and you're away on business. My computer is being held together with DUCT TAPE and I still don't feel well. And, and...I didn't make Chross' list this week."

"Ahh....," he said, "the real reason emerges. Do you expect a link every week?"

"No! I never expect a link. And it's not just that; it's my birthday! Things are supposed to go my way today and they're just...not." I punctuated my petulant tone with a stomp of my foot to accentuate my dismay.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry you're having a bad day but I don't know how I feel about some other guy making you so happy," he said, in reference to the "Spankings of the Week" posts each Friday.


"I think we just may need to put things in perspective for you," he said with extra emphasis on perspective.

"Really?" I said, my voice small and hopeful. "Perspective, how?"

"I think you need a whole other kind of 'spanking of the week', don't you?" God, his voice is sexy when he says that word.

Suddenly, my day just got a whole lot better. A girl, after all, needs a little perspective in her life.

"Yes, Sir. A spanking of the week is just what I need! That, and some more DUCT TAPE..."

Hmmm.....I wonder what D would say if he knew I'd silently thanked Chross for this soon-to-be-had pleasure. Perhaps some more perspective-lending would be in order...

Note to readers: Duct tape can only hold a computer together for so long. Mine is finally being fixed by a real professional and I will be offline for a few days. I pinky promise to respond to comments upon my return.

Simple conflict resolution

Conflicts in relationships can be a valuable opportunity for increasing communication between the two of you. Conflict is not necessarily a bad thing.

When you are in the midst of conflict, one relationship guru suggests you take the LEAD approach (Listen, Explore, Affirm, Decide) to manage it respectfully and calmly. Finding her advice useful, I have adapted it for you here at The Pink Report.

Listen to what is being said.

Take your fingers out of your ears long enough to hear why he is upset. Clarify. Many conflicts arise out of a simple lack of understanding -- avoid making assumptions about how he is feeling, but instead repeat his words back to him.

ex: "I hear you say that you do not like it when I slam the door in your face. I understand that you think it's disrespectful."

Keep a straight face throughout this clarification process. This is key.


Explore the feelings that come up.

Sometimes conflict escalates because something about the situation is an emotional trigger for us. Try to treat this incident as completely separate from the past. You can manage conflict more effectively if you deal only with the matter at hand.

ex: "Just because I slammed the door on you last week does not mean that I'm making a habit of it. I really think what's happening here is that the door needs to be checked as I certainly didn't mean to slam it today."

Proceed to show him how easily the door slams with little effort by repeatedly shutting the door in his face. "See? It really is way too easy to slam this door."


Affirm the other person's point of view.

You don’t have to agree to understand the other's point of view. Simply acknowledging and validating someone’s feelings can be a powerful tool for resolving conflict positively. At the end of the day, most people just want to be heard.

For this phase, it is sometimes helpful to be completely naked except for an eye-catching accessory.

ex: "I understand that you don't like it when I slam the door. I understand that it hurts your ears and disturbs the peace. Don't these heels make my legs look longer?"


Decide on a fair course of action.

Now that you have a clear idea of what the problem is and where the person is coming from, it is time to explore some solutions. Choose the soundest option to deal with the offense. Plan to revisit your decision within a specified period of time to see how you are doing and what changes, if any, need to be made.

ex: "I promise to never, ever slam the door again. And you shall hug me now for doing it. And give me daily reminder hugs for the next week. Is that fair? No? A spanking?! And another one tomorrow morning?"

You are on your own for the negotiations stage as I have not yet perfected my own game. Please email me any useful tips so I can provide further relationship advice to readers in need.

Compulsive liar

"I do not like this," I say.

His hand dips between my thighs and glides in the moist warmth it finds there. "Yes, you do," he says.

"Don't listen to her. She's a liar," I whisper while pushing against his fingers.

A few moments pass when the only sound in the room is our joined breathing, contemplative and aroused.

"May I get up?" I request. "All of the blood is rushing to my head."

He smacks my bottom, watching it grow a deeper shade of pink. "No, it's not. Your circulation is just fine," he murmurs between spanks.

"She lies, too!" I say, frustrated with this body that betrays me.

Memo to my bottom

Subj: Re: Scheduling conflicts with Hand and Cane

Dearest Bottom ,

In regards to your memo of yesterday, I would apologize were it not for the raging success of Sunday's brunch. Perhaps if I illustrate for you all of the positive points, you will view our spontaneous endeavors differently.


The brief but thorough one-on-one discussion with Hand before Cane's arrival was quite illuminating. Not only is he a deep admirer of your enthusiasm and input, he also loves to spend any time with you that he can, regardless of any intrusions by other implements. Perhaps it is the way you blush under his tutelage. Or maybe it is your bounce and jiggle as you and he parry back and forth. Whatever it is, your relationship is well founded and another productive meeting is imminent.

On the matter of Cane, I cannot say that it was a complete surprise -- were you really so shocked at his arrival? We've expected his presence for quite some time and the day of reckoning was inevitable.


Did you not quiver when you finally met? Did you not enjoy Cane's slicing wit combined with his cool admiration of your thoughtful responses? From his report, you bloomed under his slow and steady care, a student eager to learn his teachings. I know that first meetings can be uncomfortable and tainted with the unknown, but I assure you that it was Cane's intention to ease you into the relationship and not overburden you with too much information.

And judging from the report in the mirror later that same evening, the joining of you, Hand and Cane had no long-lasting effects, but rather you, my bottom, had a contented and happy glow that sustained you through to the morning.


I would say that you acted as a successful intermediary and were unnecessarily concerned with the blending of both implements as Hand and Cane got along famously. So well, in fact, that Cane has requested Hand's presence on all future undertakings.

I predict a long and fruitful relationship that may produce some of your best work (a portfolio not to be underestimated). I am quite pleased, as usual, by the outcome and your performance.

It was a job well done, dear bottom, a job that recommends future spontaneous endeavors. If you cannot take the word of Hand, Cane, or myself, please feel free to consult with Pussy as she has valuable input that should not be ignored.

Warmest regards,

Pink

Memo from my bottom

Subj: Scheduling Conflicts with Hand and Cane

Dear Pink,

Due to an unfortunate lack of planning, this bottom was somehow double-booked on Sunday. I had hoped for a nice brunch with the Hand, but since it was not set out clearly on the schedule (ahem), there arrived two implements to greet me instead.



Yes, the Hand was present for this informal gathering; thank you kindly for inviting him. But in short order, there arrived the Cane, hoping to feast on the remaining bounty of Sunday brunch.

Being the gracious hostess that I am, I greeted the Cane with a smile and a polite hand shake (a true sign of sophistication in times that could otherwise be uncomfortable) but quickly regretted my decision to include him as the relaxed conversation grew somewhat terse.



The Cane and the Hand have little in common, you see, and maintaining the conversation between them is fraught with peril, even for a well-versed and engaging bottom such as I.

With regard to your earlier verdict that Sundays shall be kept for "spontaneous pursuits", this bottom wholeheartedly objects. In order to avoid future double-booking, and the inevitable discomfort that follows, I respectfully request that all plans be penciled in on my calendar for approval.

Please contact me if you have any questions about this matter. I can be found in the usual place.

Sincerely,

Your bottom