Thank you, Bonnie!

I am late, unlike her. Somehow Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts is the first to know the new blogs, the first to give encouragement, and, because of her, many of us gained the confidence to continue blogging. Bonnie, this community is what it is because of you. You have changed us. You continue to do so. You deserve to be recognized. Thank you, Bonnie!

The Anthropology of Newt

I am excited to share that my friend, Newt, has started her very own blog. Perhaps you will recognize her name by the playful, insightful, inspiring comments she’s left here. That brilliance is transferred to her own place now, The Anthropology of Newt Kai, making the spankosphere just a bit more colorful and bright. Won’t you go bid her hello?

1,000,000!

Unbelievable. Some months ago, I stopped paying attention to this blog’s daily numbers because the fluctuating statistics were detrimental to my mental health. On slow days, I’d go into an “Everybody hates Pink” lament. On big days, I’d freeze, believing that a blogger is only as good as her last post. Consequently, I don’t know when it happened, but it did: The Pink Report‘s counter grew to seven digits — one million and counting! Thank you for reading here. I know everyone is short on time and there are a gazillion wonderful blogs, so I regard every visitor, comment, and link as a gift.

Tuesday Tingles: Bite-Sized

Philosophy (Words on the Bottom) Nudity & why I’m the blogger who won’t show her butt anymore (Secret Spanko) From Concertina (Hermione’s Heart) While the Imps partied through the night (Blossom & Thorn)    

I’ve Been Nominated!

I’ve just noticed that Lea, a strong contender for Spanking Bloggers Network Blog of the Month, has also posted this photo. Do visit her when you get a chance. Here’s the deal. I’m not going to tell you to vote for me on The Spanking Spot’s Blog of the Year Award. I won’t tell you that, because I’d be telling you not to vote for the other blogs on the list. And they are wonderful. I am ecstatic to be on the list of ten blogs nominated — I keep going back to see me there. I’m just a regular person (aren’t we all?) who, one day, decided to start a blog. And now I’m listed alongside Dave, Erica, Pandora, Chross, DJ Black, and other tremendous talents. It’s amazing. Please do vote. It’d be appreciated if you voted for me, but every blogger on that list deserves to win. Voting is open until December 21. Good luck to my fellow bloggers!

Scripted

Here is a sentence I thought I’d never type: I am naked and he is reading. It gets stranger: I am naked and he is reading from his laptop which rests on my butt. He is reading my words out loud. ‘This is you at your most pornographic. This is you at your strongest, your most vulnerable. It takes all of your power to remain this way, shivering in anticipation of what’s to come while hungrily beckoning for him to satisfy your greed. He can see you. He can see all of you. He takes his time, admiring what you continually choose to show him. He knows that you enjoy this; he knows how hard it is for you to wait. He makes you wait.’ It is true. I am shivering yet haunted with heat. His forearm hairs dust my left cheek as he scrolls down the page. I know what comes next: a photo of a woman resting her hands on the mattress, waiting. I cross my wrists, just like the photo, and I wait. ‘He is silent, but his pulse races along with yours. You can feel it: each of your hearts thrumming with desire, imagining his palms opening and closing while he contemplates your thighs, your bottom, white with wanting. You lick your lips and exhale, readjust your hips while you wonder at his thoughts. I lift my hips here, the unfamiliar weight of the computer on my butt making me uncomfortable. “Be still,” he says and […]