The 2009 Spanking Tube Challenge..

One of my friends, Richard Windsor, who some of you may know from videos with the likes of Pixie Wells and other Punished Brats has decided to have a little fun and put together a spanking video challenge.

The rules are simple and you can check the full line up out on his blog.....here.

The basic idea is to film yourself spanking or getting spanked (whatever your preference)...make it no more than 6 minutes long...and submit it to the line up of videos to be voted on until we crown a single winner. Oh and I almost forgot the most important part - HAVE FUN!!!!

This will be an amateur video contest so don't be shy and don't feel that you don't have a chance...everyone has a chance as long as you enter. So head over to Richard's site now and put your name in the hat.

And I thought it was bad before...

The last time that I went under the weather, Jack wanted to be sure that I took some medicine for it and on a timely schedule. I am such a horrible patient and not the best at taking any kind of medicine. I always tell myself I don't need it and will get better without it etc. Of course this isn't always the case and even with conjested chest and stuffy head a bit of meds and I'll be well much sooner than just letting it run it's course. I'm an intelligent woman and know this...but when I'm sick it is hard to follow through.

Last time I got this head and chest junk, Jack and I lived in different homes and he just had to remind me by phone or ask after the fact did I take my meds and couldn't really be too on me about it. Even with this, I probably moaned and groaned about it just because that is the type of patient that I am always.

This time around though we were in the same house. Not only that but with the new title of fiance it seemed even more important that he watch after my health. I didn't realize it until the phrase of "you need to get some medicine" turned into "we ARE getting you some medicine". Also, I might add it is not as easy to press my luck with not getting enough rest or taking the meds when you live with the person looking out for you. Something I still from time to time have to get used to (but might add it is probably the best thing in the world to get used to!).

Jack made sure to set a time for me to get my backside in bed to get enough rest and held me to it. In fact, on two nights he escorted me to the bed...laid with me til I fell asleep and couldn't fight it (one night when I had trouble with sinuses that made it hard to breath when i laid down I fought going to bed tooth and nail and even tried just sitting up in bed til he tugged on my arm to get me to lay next to him in his arms). Now he was not tired in the least at these early times, so as soon as I was passed out completely from meds and exhaustion he got back up and relaxed til he was ready to go to bed. Of course, I picked on him for this because it is completely unfair. He always replies I don't care about fair .... I care about you. How am I suppose to argue with that? The best I can do is throw out the pout face. I don't think it works but it makes me feel some better.

It was a different experience for me all together....but it is all worth it in the end.....and I did get to feeling better sooner than I would have otherwise when I overdo it on my own I'm sure.