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The OperationMary Sullivan had been living with the pain of endometriosis for several years when the only option left open to her was a hysterectomy. The easy part about the surgery was the six weeks away from a job she didn't like. The hard part was giving up a lot of her independence for a while. Her favorite pastime was long hikes in the woods with her dogs. She also loved going to zoos and

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I was referred by a friend to a wonderful site that explores real time submissiveness in a fresh (for me) smart, and sassy way, keeping in mind that they are submissive. It's called Submissive Women Speak. If you want to check out the site, just click on the title of this post.What this site does for me is cut away at the myth that all Ds is the same. It's not. It's as unique as the individuals

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Michael gently caressed the soft skin of Laura's bottom with his hand. It had been so long since a female bottom had been proffered to him he wondered how he had gone so long without. This lifestyle seemed to be either feast or famine for him in his many years as a dominant. He either had three women clamoring for his affections and guidance or he had none. He gently caressed the bottom, pleased

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My score on The Are You Irish? Test:************************************** A true descendant (You are 75% Irish!)"Your parents or grandparents are probably Irish, and you consider yourself Irish too. Congratulations, coz people in Ireland will accept you as one of our distant brothers..."**************************************Take it by clicking on the title, which is Irish for Happy St.

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Laura walked into the room, looking like a million dollars, but feeling anything but. She nervously searched for the man whose ad she had answered looking for a woman to submit to her master's wishes. She hoped she was that woman. Life had become nearly intolerable and chaotic since her divorce, where she was forced to sink or swim on her own.She had never done well on her own; she'd always

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When I went to the Borders bookstore a few days ago to buy Different Loving, I went over to the DVD's and CD's to see what they had. The Who has always been one of my favorite bands...ok, perhaps ALWAYS is too strong a word. I was 15 when I discovered them thanks to my friend CM. She was always good at turning me on to good music and The Who were no exception.I bought several CD's including Live

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Monday evening after work I decided to run a couple errands - one to the supermarket to buy food for my St. Patrick's Day party and second to go to a far-flung Borders store to buy Different Loving, written by Gloria and William Brame and Jon Jacobs.One of my friends had just started reading the book and asked me to let her know what I thought of it. Yes, I'm informing her, but I'm also

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Today I woke up and remembered it was my mother's birthday. If she were still here with us, she would be 70 today.She was a special woman. She loved Beethoven and the Beatles with equal passion and fervor. Don't you ever dare say that Mozart or the Rolling Stones were better in any way, shape, or form. One of the big differences between me and her is that her way was the ONLY way; whereas I have

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Well, I just had a long conversation with my Top and he has ended our relationship. It is for the best. I know and accept his wife is his primary relationship. He also has two other bottoms/subs (I'm not sure what they are to him) and sometimes I felt like I was the omega relationship. I thought I would be able to do poly, but it is not for me. I am too high maintenance he says, and he is right.

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I understand one must be registered at Collarme.com in order to read profiles. If this is the case, here is the text version of my profile below. Enjoy.Hi, I'm a soon-to-be divorced big, beautiful woman. Although I currently live in the city, I yearn for a return to the country life. I have no farming experience, but have read alot and am willing to learn to run a homestead.My dream is to live on

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I have begun a yahoo group for Clevelanders, and those who travel to this fine city, who are interested in adult spanking. If you're interested in joining, please click on the button belowClick to join neospanking

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I am in the process of getting a divorce, but am looking for that special unattached male someone to hold my feet...well, at least my seat...to the fire. Click on the title of the post and it will take you to my profile on Collar Me, where you will learn ALL there is to know about me. In addition to the usual "Suck my cock" responses, I have received responses from people that show promise. We

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He called her on the phone to arrange a time for her punishment. Her stomach was all twisted knots. She loved speaking with him, but this was not the conversation she hoped to have after a long day at work. She much preferred his usual sweetness and fun attitude, but realized this is what she had asked him for.Because of their schedules it would be a few days before this punishment could take

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After we both woke up yesterday, we agreed you would come over to my home and ring in the New Year in grand style. This would be my first ever “New Year’s Spanking” and I could hardly wait. I tidied up my house and fixed a light lunch for the two of us so neither of us would suffer from low energy levels. I did something I remember you telling me would be your fantasy one time. I felt kind of

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One of the problems with me, as I see it, is that because I can take a fair amount of ribbing from people, particularly men, it is somehow assumed that I can take alot of it. That is true but only to a degree.There comes a time when I would like to be treated more delicately than the way I usually am. Perhaps I have asked in a sense to be treated as tough as nails because I don't always admit to

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Yes, it's that time of year again. Whether you're strolling through the nearest big box store or eating dinner in a restaurant, you are reminded every second of every day that Christmas is coming. With that in mind, I have written a few spanko versions of some all time favorites. Enjoy!Rudolph the Red Nosed ReindeerJudy the bratty shop elfHad a butt as white as snowBut whenever Santa spanked itHe

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The picture kind of says it all, doesn't it? Well, I hope everyone has a joyful and blessed Thanksgiving.

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I just started reading a book today called Animal Magick by D.J. Conway, an American writer and Pagan. It is about how to connect spiritually with animals for use in magick. I can relate to this book on a visceral level. Animals have always liked me and approached me.I was at a county fair many years ago with a boyfriend and I walked up to the sheep pen and all the sheep left whoever was petting

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1. FIRST NAME? Annie2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Anne is the grandmother of Jesus, and Mary is the mother of Jesus – Anne Marie3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Yesterday when I thought my car loan wouldn’t be approved.4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yes 5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? Hard Salami6. KIDS? Nope and at 43 not likely to have them either.7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE

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JohnYou scored 18 George, 25 Paul, 40 John, and 14 Ringo! That's right, you're the intellectual, the socialist, the 'literary' one amongst your friends. You become obsessive over certain things. You have an intense focus. People look up to you, but they also scorn you: You have a tendancy to be pretentious and to think that you are Always in the right. And, oh, yeah, that girlfriend or boyfriend

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My memories of your words Not like fists but like fangs and claws Shredding my pride and dignity And the Ghosts danced Middle aged woman Reflecting on youthful beauty lost Vacant eyes reflecting my vacant soul And the Ghosts danced Crushing loneliness Praying for death's sweet respite Paralysis gripping my spirit And the Ghosts danced Walking

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Once upon a time, many years ago, an idealistic young woman met a man who seemingly held the same ideals as herself. They met as members of a group dedicated to human rights, especially in regards to the treatment of political prisoners. As they grew into middle age, she would refer to her husband's unwillingness or inability to look at the similarities between the abuse suffered by people at the

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I just received word from Blogger that the current owner of fannyannie blog has been removed for violating their TOS. It was further suggested that I reclaim ownership of the domain, even if I don't post to it, which I have done.Thanks for all your support. And sometimes the good guys win.

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For no particular reason I checked out http://fannyannie.blogspot.com just to make sure that it was still deleted. I clicked on the link and there was a post with a few comments. I added my own comment as I deleted that blog for personal reasons. That is not my blog! Anyone who wants to read what I write may do so either at Spanking Classics or here on this blog. I will be contacting Google and

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Gail sat stunned, her eyes looking forward yet not seeing the room, the coffee in front of her, and certainly not seeing Roger. They had just returned from her sister’s Halloween party and he was ending their relationship. He knew he should have cut the ties sooner, but he had tried for too long to spare the pain, which only made it worse. She had always felt she owed so much to him. He was the

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“Uh, hi, Uncle Rick…you’re home early,” I said as I came out of the bathroom. I hadn’t even changed out of my school uniform yet. I had hoped to escape undetected. But Uncle Rick is a cop. Not only that, he is the police chief in this town. He is usually not home during the day. He gave me a look that told me I was in big trouble. My butt has radar on it, and I can tell when I’m about to be

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Katie Lenaghan and Scott Duncan were married the following spring in a mid-May wedding ceremony. Things had cooled down considerably since the strapping Katie had received for lying to Scott about having been the "guest of honor" at last Halloween's Haunted House show.After the strapping, which left her tender for the next couple days, especially on top of the punishment she had received at the

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Katie Lenaghan was bored, bored, bored as she walked around the haunted house with her boyfriend, Scott Duncan. Sure, when people jumped out in front of her wielding fake knives and axes, she was startled, but to her, that didn’t equal getting scared. Katie was an aficionado of the more cerebral fright fests of Alfred Hitchcock than the blood and gore that passed for horror in the modern

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